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All My Love

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A/N: I’m not happy with this, so I’m probably taking it down again but here goes a try. 

Word Count: 3,013

”Shawn? Shawn? Are you even listening to me at all?” I muttered, glancing over at Shawn in the passenger seat. 

I turned down John Mayer’s calming voice singing to us through the stereo in the jeep. My eyes fell on Shawn late enough for him to jerk up his head and quickly pop his eyes open. Confused and sleepy. For short moment probably wondering where on earth he was. 

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nine in the afternoon // panic! at the disco

anonymous asked:

Hey,, Sorry - I know requests are closed atm but someone really close to me just passed away and I've been needing something to lift my spirits.. Anything fluffy as all shit is fine I just need to take my mind off things

14 and 27 from the last post? Please you can write it with modern!kylo? Thank you a lot, and I am sorry for my English

It’s alright hun, my requests for drabbles are still good so I’m gonna do this little piece for you. I’m sorry for your loss and may they rest in paradise. Keep your chin up and feel better (in due time of course). I hope you like this :)

(also to the other anon, don’t apologize your English is perfectly fine :)  )

Modern AU Triplet Kylo Ren +  “You did not just wake me up at 2am just because you’re in the mood… We aren’t even dating.” +  “Is that my sweater?”


Suddenly you felt yourself being roused from your sleepy state by a deep whisper.

“(Y/N).”

Your brows furrowed as your eyes just barely started to peel open. Even in your blurry line of vision, you could distinctly make out Kylo’s face before you. You were used to waking up randomly when living with the Solo-Organa triplets, but never had they dared rouse you from deep slumber this late in the evening. 

You groaned, “What?”

“Wake up.”

“Ugh.”

“Come on.”

Seeing you still not budge even the slightest Kylo groaned as walked around to the other side of the bed. To your surprise the mattress dipped as he scooted closer to you, feeling his broad frame brush against your back side your eyes instantly shot open. Practically falling off the side of the bed you moved away as you glared over your shoulder at him.

“Whoa! What the hell?”

“I’m trying to wake you up.”

Your brows furrowed, “You did not just wake me up at 2am just because you’re in the mood… We aren’t even dating.”

Kylo sighed, “I’m aware. That’s not why I’m waking you up.”

Your brow arched as you waited for him to continue, obviously wondering as to where this was going. 

“I have something I want to show you.”

You sighed, “Can’t it wait until the morning?”

“It won’t be here in the morning.”

You paused for a moment, considering the patient expression on his face. For the time you had lived with the triplets, Kylo had continually been the most closed off, the most abrasive. This was not a side you were used to seeing. Maybe, just maybe, it would be worth entertaining his change in mood.

You groaned, “Fine.”

He gave you the faintest hint of a smile you had ever seen grace his features before climbing back out of the bed. Slowly you sat yourself up, stretching as far as your limbs would allow with a little pop in the joints. Humming in content you lifted yourself from the warmth of your bed.

“Bring a coat or something.”

You rubbed your eyes, “What?”

“It’s outside, get a jacket.”

You sighed as you gave Kylo a nod, “Alright.”

Turning to your dresser you quickly pulled out one of the drawers as you fished a sweater out from the collection. Content with how heavy it felt you slipped it over your head and carefully shimmied yourself inside. Looking you over Kylo suddenly paused with furrowed brows.

“Is that my sweater?”

You shrugged, Kylo seemed to be hesitant. Almost offended that you were in possession of one of his sweaters. You yawned, “Where’s the thing?”

Kylo nudged his head towards the balcony, the very small perk of your apartment. Despite your lack of enthusiasm for the complex as a whole, it was certainly a perk you did not expect to have. Luckily for you, it was spacious enough to fit all three hulking triplets and yourself. Sliding open the door Kylo moved aside as he allowed you to pass him to the outside. Yawning once again you wrapped your arms around yourself. 

To your surprise it appeared as though Kylo had already been out here, a telescope was sitting on the edge of the balcony and a whole array of cushions placed before it. It looked surprisingly nice and in a way, peaceful. Closing the screen door behind you Kylo moved closer.

“Come sit.”

Not bothering to wait for you, he sat himself on the cushions, adjusting himself comfortably. With a sigh you brought yourself beside him, gently seating yourself beside him. The second you found yourself on the cushions, you suddenly felt the warmth of a thick blanket engulf your legs. Kylo had splayed it out across himself as well as yourself, protecting you from the frigid night air. 

“Why are we out here?”

Kylo looked to his phone for a moment before he nudged his head towards the sky.

“Just look.”

You sighed, already fed up with his vague answers. Obliging to his request you looked up to sky, wondering what on earth he could have possibly woken you up for. The instant your eyes went to scan the sky however, you found yourself instantly slipping into awe. Not only were the stars shining particularly brighter, but a blaze was flying through the sky above you. The Haley’s comet itself, gracing you with it’s presence. 

Taking note of your suddenly jubilant expression Kylo smiled, “That’s why.”

Though he wouldn’t tell you, Kylo had taken special notice of just how down you had been feeling as of late. As the quietest of the triplets he was naturally more of an observer, and considering how much he already watched you, it was only a matter of time before he caught on. To him, this was a hopeful gesture to lift your spirits. 

“It’s beautiful”, you smiled as the haze of sleep disipated.

Kylo smiled faintly as he pointed to the telescope, urging you to take a closer look. Practically scooting into his lap you leaned in towards the telescope, dying to get a closer look at this spectacle. 

Seeing your strain to get a good angle Kylo suddenly placed his hands at your hips, moving you into his lap effortlessly. Despite your cheeks turning ablaze from the contact, you comfortably settled into his lap. Looking up into the telescope you smiled, staring at the comet in awe. 

Though Kylo enjoyed the view of the comet flying across the sky, he couldn’t help but smile in content at the sight of you finally smiling. It felt like it had been weeks since he had seen your genuine smile, and now it was beaming across your face. Pulling away from the telescope you sighed, turning to look at Kylo over your shoulder.

“Thank you.”

Kylo gave you a faint smile and nod before he turned his attention back to the sky with you. For the first time in a while, you were content and so happily in awe. All thanks to the least likely candidate under your roof, Kylo. 

Takes My Mind Off Things

Imagine: Where Newt is seriously injured out on the field and Y/N, a self-proclaimed healer, attempts to help the tall, awkward man.

Originally posted by hardyness

Word count: 1161

Author’s note: This is my first imagine so please be kind, like, reblog & follow ;-)

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The sky was quickly becoming darker, clusters of dark clouds hung above the dimly lit townhouses. Newt crouched down on both knees, heaving, as sweat trickled down from his forehead. He squeezed his eyes shut in pain, it was almost excruciating. Blood rushed from the several gashes that had torn through his skin by a two-year old Hebridean Black. He had been watching over the dragon for about seven months in Iceland, with the plan to lead the creature into his enchanted suitcase, nurture it and bring it back to its homeland; England. Over the course of the seven months, Newt would have liked to think that he had slowly been gaining some respect from such a wonderful creature.

However, this plan was disrupted when one afternoon he overheard a few drunk Irishmen speaking proudly of how they wished to go hunting for said dragon and kill it successfully. That’s what hurt and startled Newt. The fact that these unprofessional blithering idiots were about to invade the habitat of a species they had never been in contact with.

Newt had become flustered processing this information, he began overthinking, becoming alarmed by the fact that such a young brilliant creature could be in danger. In his rushed mess to get to the dragon, Newt had accidentally startled the animal, causing it to lash out in an unpredictably aggressive manner for a dragon of its age. It had been his unwise actions which had caused him to disapparate in such a hurry to a side street he had walked through before coming in close proximity to the creature. Yet, now, he was absolutely helpless.

Desperately pulling the blood stained shirt over his shoulders, Newt began attempting to recite a healing spell aloud to prevent the unbearable stinging he was currently experiencing, only to realise his wand was not in his hand. Searching the ground in the dark alley way with urgency, he become impatient, letting out an annoyed groan as he swiped his fingertips down his back to see all five digits dripping in blood.

Lumos Maximum!” A feminine voice was followed by a rushed pair of footsteps.

Newt winced as he turned, his hand landing on his wand. About bloody time. He pointed it up to the shadowed figure, unaware of who lurked behind the bright light, slightly shaken.

“Merlins-,” The light went out, Newt could vaguely make out the girl who was now kneeled beside him. He became light headed, reaching for his cases leather handle in desperation.

“Y/N L/N, and you are?” You spoke delicately, worried eyes scanning the pain in the wizards face.

“Newt Scamander,” He spoke from the side of his mouth, almost in a bashful manner. His eyes scrunched, attempting to shake your hand. In disbelief of this kind gesture considering the state the poor man was in, you rose quickly to your feet again. Walking behind him, only to discover four wounds that were dripping with blood covering the expanse of his back. You covered your mouth in shock. Newt attempted to reach his wand behind his back and repeat the healing spell, this time the wand successfully in his grasp.  However, he was interrupted.

“Is that? A dragon’s claw mark? What on earth…” You quickly unhooked the small bag that was hung on the side of your jeans. Reaching your wand further down into the bag you spoke, “Accio dittany.”

Newt was surprised that a normal looking witch, such as yourself could be in possession of  such a strong healing potion. He was speechless as the female kneeled beside him once more. “Mr Scamander, do you mind if I-“

“Please! Just do it.” Within an instant, drops of what felt like hot water were being splashed onto Newt’s open wound. He squirmed and cringed as steam rose into the air causing the dripping of blood to cease.

“You’re doing so well, just relax for me. Okay?” You spoke quietly, attempting to reassure the shaking man. As each drop fell onto the fresh wound Newt’s eyes began watering, welling up with tears that expressed how painful and deep the slashes really were. The open wounds soon began to close up and resemble scars that were several days old.

“You’re going to be okay, Mr Scamander.” You picked the red stained shirt from the ground, flicking your wand twice, the same shirt began cleaning itself, mid-air. You turned back towards the man, who began to stand up, clutching his stomach. It was only when he fully rose above you, that you realised how handsome he really was.

Golden freckles covered his cheeks, slightly watery green eyes made eye contact with you for a split second before looking down towards the ground, messy hair that lay effortlessly on his forehead, a shy smile allowed his whole face to brighten slightly.

You smiled timidly, realising you had been staring. You cleared your throat attempting to make the silence somehow less… awkward.

Newt craned his neck, watching from the corner of his eye as you mumbled something about leaving, handing back his shirt, blushing slightly, surprised that you had been so confident around such an attractive, shirtless male. So, you were startled to say the least when he began speaking again.

“Thank you. I’m never usually that unprepared,” he spoke quietly, quickly buttoning up his collared shirt. “How did you know to do that?”

“I- uh… treat to wounds I guess, sort of for magical creatures and things alike. Takes my mind off things, I guess. Everything I need is in here.” You responded nervously, pointing down to the small bag which was now hooked onto your jeans. “Speaking of which you should eat some of this-. “Newt stifled a laugh.

“Oh no, that’s not, um, necessary. You see- ha,” he scratched his neck awkwardly. “I’m a- magizoologist. I got everything I need,” he lifted up his tattered suitcase.

You almost felt stupid for not realising such a simple fact sooner.

“Oh well, I’ll be off then. It was lovely making your acquaintance, Mr Scamander. Hope you feel better.” You turned your back, beginning to walk away.

“Um, actually- sorry, Ms L/N!” You turned once he spoke up again, he limped slightly as he jogged closer to where you stood.

“Not that you have to, you, would you- I mean,” Newt shook his head, trying to concentrate on the sentence that was failing to come out of his mouth rather than the very pretty girl which looked at him curiously. “Would you want to get some tea?”

“Oh no, don’t feel like you need to, Mr Scamander. Don’t mind me. You need to rest-“

“But I want to. I guess I just need to take my mind off things.”

So, as you both adorned burning cheeks, you and Newt made your way out of the dimly lit side walk, together.

Rough Night - Fred Weasley Imagine

-Requested-

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can you pls do a Fred imagine and its the yule ball and y/n really likes him but he asks someone else so she just goes with a durmstrang boy but he turns out to be a @$$ and when the night finishes she ends up crying in the hallways and Fred finds her and just loads of fluff pls?
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•Warning: Mean Durmstrang!•

~(Y/n)’s POV~

The announcement about the Yule ball spread quickly throughout the school. Girls all around were very ecstatic, hoping and crossing fingers that a boy from hogwarts might ask them to the magical event but it would be definitely a huge bonus if a boy from Durmstrang asked them. The Yule Ball was being held at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry due to the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The Yule Ball and The Tournament are both a very rare occasion to be held anywhere. On the first day back to Hogwarts or for first year’s their first day, Professor Dumbledore announced that two other magical institutions just like ours will be staying here at Hogwarts with us. These two schools that we will be competing with are called The Durmstrang Institute and The Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic. Once the other two schools arrived everyone was in awe by Beauxbatons beauty and grace, and by Durmstrangs hotness… I mean bravery. Okay, no more talking about school rivalries, let’s talk about me. My heart raced like I just ran a mile a minute ago, the news of the Yule Ball brought a smile to my face.

I didn’t think about any other date options I had, only one face popped up in my mind and that’s the person I want to go with. His name is Fred Weasley, my best friend, he’s known for his famous pranks with his twin brother, George. Fred’s a flirt, a good guy, a prankster, and so much more, I never thought I can be attracted to a guy so much. Fred’s been there for me all the time, when I was sad he wouldn’t give up on me until I at least smiled at one of his horrible jokes. When I’m extremely tired and was to lazy to walk upstairs, Fred would walk into the common room and find me sprawled out on the couch asleep, He would pick me up and bring me to his bed and we would just sleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Fred is something special to me and I want to go to the ball with him. Then when a few rumors were spread around and found its way to me, I felt as if I were punched in the stomach a million times, brutally. Fred… Fred asked someone else to the ball, he asked Katie Bell. At first I couldn’t believe it but when I entered the Great Hall and saw him smiling to her and them talking a lot, it killed me inside, all those nights of late trips to the kitchens, all those pranks together, all those times we were wrapped in each other’s arms, meant nothing to him.

I ran out of the Great Hall, tears threatening to spill. I sucked in a harsh breath and rubbed my eyes of the few tears that already fell out. “I don’t need him, like he was gonna like me back anyway, I’m such an idiot” I told myself feeling dumb just to think that he would ever like me back the way I liked him. After a few minutes I found myself in front of the library, I always like to go to the library when I need to take my mind off of things. I opened the door quietly, and of course found it empty, everyone was still at Breakfast. Madam Prince greeted me with a warm smile and a wave in which I returned happily, I needed that. I went to my usually spot right in the middle of the library and took a seat in one of the wooden chairs. I opened a book that was left on the table it was titled “Hogwarts: A History” I only read a few pages before a voice caught my attention. “Um… Excuse me” A gently but manly voice said, I looked up and saw a Durmstrang boy standing in front of me. By the look on his face he was nervous, really nervous, he held a red rose in one of his hands. His short black hair and his dark brown eyes gleamed in the sun peering through the window, his face looked chiseled, he was pale, and pretty cute “Um. Hi” I said awkwardly “H-Hi” he stuttered out, I smiled at his flustered estate “Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/n)” I said gently holding my hand out. He grabbed it and shook it quickly “M-my names (Y/n)… I-I mean it’s Adam, I’m sorry” he gushed “No, it’s okay” I reassured him.

He smiled at me brightly “Um. Here. I got you this” he said in a normal tone handing me the Rose “Oh, thank you” I said softly taking the flower into my hand. “Actually, I was here to ask you if maybe you would like to - like to go to the Yule Ball with me?” He asked the nervous tone back in his voice. I thought for a second, ‘I wanted Fred to take me. Wait, No! (Y/n) he ditched you for another girl!’ I said angrily in my mind. “I would love to go with you Adam” I smiled, he smiled back before giving me a tight hug and leaving the library. This might even be better than Fred.

~A Few Days Later~

The Yule Ball is tonight! I’ve never felt more excited in my entire life, except for the time when I found out that I’m a witch but still I’m super excited. Adam has been super sweet to me, he always says hi and smiles at me whenever he sees me. I’m currently standing in front of my body mirror, making sure that everything is perfect. My dress barely touches the ground showing a little glimpse of my gold heels, the top of the dress is strapless with a white lace top, the rest of it is just gold silk flowing near my legs. My hair has huge curls in it, the top half being held back by gold flowers, my make up was simple, I put on black eyeliner, mascara, and a nude gloss on my lips. I heard a knock on the door, I quickly ran to the door and swung it open “Oh my god! (Y/n) you look Beautiful!” My friend exclaimed “Thank you! You look amazing as always” I smiled hugging her “stop being a lair! Anyway Adams outside the portrait waiting for you” she laughed pulling back from the hug.

I slowly made my way downstairs, holding my dress up so it doesn’t get dirty. I heard a gasp and looked up to see Fred looking as if he were stunned his mouth open wide. “(Y/n) you - you look amazing” he exclaimed “Oh, thank you Fred, you don’t look to bad yourself” I said calmly stopping at the end of the staircase. He chuckled coming closer to me, his eyes left mines drifting to my nose then my lips then back to my eyes. My eyes widened as I just realized that our lips were merely inches away, I took a step back “well, I must get going. See you later Fred” I said quickly rushing to the portrait. I sighed heavily as I passed the portrait, my heart beating rapidly “Wow” I heard a voice say. I looked up to see Adam standing there a grin on his face “You look gorgeous” he added. “Thank you, you look handsome as well” I smiled, he held his arm out in which I looped with my arm fairly quickly. We set off towards the Great Hall, the faint music becoming louder with each step we take. Once we entered the hall, we were thrown into the huge crowd that was dancing, the music was upbeat just like the people surrounding us.

We danced only two songs before we went to go get a drink, we were a little exhausted due to the dancing and all the warm bodies around us. I sat down in one of the empty chairs looking at the dancing crowd, “Do you want some punch?” Adam asked “Yes please” I said softly looking up at him, he gave me a smirk before leaving towards the punch bowl. It was only a few seconds before he came back with two cups in his hands, he handed me one and I thanked him. After he finished his cup in one gulp, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders tightly. He leaned his face forward and I pulled back abruptly falling out of his grip. He grabbed my wrist and wrenched me forward “What’s your problem?” He said through gritted teeth “let go of me!” I exclaimed his grip hurting me due to his tight clutch which is surely going to leave me a bruise. “No, your mine! I brought you here!” He said angrily. 'Are you serious?!’ I screamed in my mind, just because he brought me here doesn’t mean I’m his or that he can control me. “I’m not yours! Let go of me!” I said pulling my hand away from him, I jumped out of my seat and ran out of the Great Hall. Once I was out, I knew that I was safe, I knew that he wasn’t chasing me. I sighed deeply before leaning with my back against the wall, I slowly slid to the floor. A sob escaped from my mouth, I placed both hands over my mouth trying to quiet myself. I was wrong. Wrong about everything. I thought this guy was gonna be better for me, I thought he was gonna be as nice as I met him, but no! He’s a mean asshole, who thinks he can control me just because I said yes to his proposal!

I pushed my hands against my mouth even tighter but it still didn’t work. My sobs kept falling out of my mouth, I was having a hard time breathing. I took a shaky breath in and exhaled deeply with a cry. The pain in my wrist still throbbing, I looked at it to see it extremely red as a tomato. I covered my face with both hands, letting tears fall rapidly down my cheeks. “(Y/n)?” I heard a voice ask, I looked up to see Fred crouching down in front of me, I quickly looked away not wanting to look at him at the moment. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked grabbing my chin and gently making me face him “nothing. Don’t you have to be in there? With your partner?” I asked him “Katie and I are better off being friends” he replied “but I’m serious now, what’s wrong?” He added “it’s nothing” I whispered “don’t tell me it’s nothing” he said sternly “Its just some asshole” I said quietly wiping my eyes from the few tears that were left “The guy that you were dancing with?” He asked, I nodded my head slowly rubbing my arms that now have goosebumps due to the cold pavement against my back. “Come on. Let’s go” he said standing up, holding a hand out for me to grab. I took it and stood up “where?” I asked confused “To the dance floor” he smiled his hand softly clutching mines. “Fred, I don’t know how to dance” I whispered, when I was with Adam all I did was sway my hips and move my feet a little and that’s about it. “It’s okay, I don’t know how to dance either” he smirked, I rolled my eyes smiling to myself. We entered the Great Hall and made our way to the dance floor were there was still loads of people. A slow song was playing “May I have this dance?” He asked bowing lowly “why, of course” I said in a royal accent. “Fred! I have no idea what I’m doing! Oh, sorry!” I apologized as I stepped on his foot, but he didn’t seem mad or hurt. He just kept smiling, after a few more steps on Fred’s foot the song ended. I didn’t realize that my head was on his chest with my arms around his neck as his arms were firmly wrapped around my waist. All was fine until I felt a lurch in my stomach due to the sight of an angry Adam walking quickly towards me and Fred.

I pulled back from Fred and was about to say lets go but I was too late. “What do you think your doing with my girl?” Adam said angrily, Adam and Fred were basically the same height so they were both face to face. “Adam. Leave us alone” I said my voice barely above a whisper “you be quiet!” He said madly “Hey! Don’t you talk to her like that!” Fred said his fists clenched tightly, he went in front of me. “I can talk to her like that if I want too! She’s mine! Not yours!” Adam said coldly “She doesn’t want you, so get away from her!” Fred exclaimed, Everyone in the Great Hall were staring now, the music stopped. Adam lost his temper and swung his fist at Fred’s face, which Fred ducked just in time and hit him harshly on the nose. Adam stepped back a few steps holding his nose that was now bleeding, he then ran forward and punched Fred in the stomach so hard he gasped. Fred growled, then tackled Adam punching him a few times before stopping indicating that he knocked out. Madam Pomfrey took Adam to the hospital wing after she was done healing Fred’s bruised hands. Some people left back to the dormitories tired and a lot of people stayed to either dance or drink, me and Fred were one of those people. After an agreement that we both had a rough night, we drank and drank and drank, till there was 3 empty fire-whisky bottles on the table in front of us. We sat wrapped in each other’s arms, then unexpectedly Fred leaned in and kissed me. This was something I never felt before, there were sparks, the way our lips molded together or the way our lips moved against each other was amazing. I pulled back smiling to myself, taking a deep inhale of air. Fred was also wearing a smile, he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap “Your beautiful, you know that?” He whispered “You’re drunk” I laughed wrapping my arms around his neck “Yes, I’m drunk. And your beautiful. And tomorrow morning, I’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful” he whispered in my ear placing a kiss on my forehead then my nose then on my lips ever so softly. “I love you so much” he smiled “I love you way more ginger” I laughed pecking his lips.

~~Kristian💝

EXO Reaction when they’re really tired & stressed and only you can calm them down

Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

“I’ll only rest if my jagi is with me. I don’t know what you do but it always calms me down. Baby please?”

Kris:

“I’m sorry I make you worry baobei… It’s not my intention. I just have so much to do and… but I have you. Thank you” *Relies on you when he needs it*

Sehun:

*Always tries to hide it but fails* “You know me well jagi… what would I do without you and your  special choco ”

Tao:

*Knows you can’t resist his cute being* “Baobei~ would you spoil me? I need you… need to take off my mind some things..”

Kai:

*You always know what to do to take things off his mind* “I haven’t played in a while jagi! But I’m still going to win!”

Xiumin:

*Crashes on your coach, waiting for you to come home. He just loves your scent that is enough to calm him down*

Baekhyun:

*He’s always able to give his best thanks to you* “I hope she’s watching… so she knows this goes for her”

Luhan:

*Not only manages to calm down. You also give him inspiration once he has rested*

Chen:

*Hugging you tight* “My jagi! This is all I needed for my day to get better. I love you honey~”

Kyungsoo:

*Always wants to play tough and manage on his own but he always ends up relying on you* “Jagi you came? How did you know I was… you are amazing”

Lay:

*Makes sure to pay you back somehow. Always wants his girl to know how thankful he is* “We should stay in bed all day baobei. I love being with you”

Suho:

*Fell asleep on your lap as you sang something for him* “Jagi? I’m sorry… I fell asleep… it helped though… thank you” *Really sleepy*

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Happy Birthday to @markiplier who manages to inspire so many people like this.
I was watching his newest videos today as I was drawing this and I was thinking to myself who this wasn’t much or didn’t really compare to the wonder edits, art and so much more and he just said don’t compare yourself and keep in mind why you started this. I started drawing for fun and to improve myself and some other reasons. And I stopped a moment while thinking that before continuing. He gives me a reminder that what i do is what I do, and I need to actually believe in myself and not just look at someone who is better and feel down. I’ll look at someone and think I’ll be able to that one day. I will.
So happy birthday to an inspiration, a man, and someone who I turn to to cheer me up when I need to take my mind off things. Happy birthday Mark!

anonymous asked:

How about some angst™? The Paladins + Allura and Coran dealing with their crush being hurt so badly they chill in the life tubes for a while? *rubs hands in antici...*

Sorry to keep you anticipating for so long lol that basketball game lasted forever holy shit

Shiro: “I can’t believe I let this happen to them,” he muttered, head hanging. “I should have been faster.” Shiro felt a hand in his shoulder and turned away from the healing tube holding his s/o to see Princess Allura.
“There was nothing you could do. You tried your best,” she insisted. “They should be better in a day or two.” Shiro sighed, pain written across his features.
“Still. This is my fault. It could have been worse and I couldn’t stop it.” He looked back to the healing tube, resting his hand on the cool glass. Almost every one of the Paladins and Coran had come to comfort him, tell him it was fine. It wasn’t fine, though. He couldn’t defend the universe, and he couldn’t defend the people he loved. His chest clenched, and he felt a stray tear wander down his cheek.

Lance: Lance plopped on to the tile and let his back hit the healing tube. He spent more than enough time in there, but he was more than willing to take his s/o’s place. It was his fault, his idiocy and impulsiveness that put them there.
“Lance?” It was Keith, shoulders hunched forward and hands wringing. “You know they’ll be okay, right? This wasn’t your fault. Lots of things are your fault, but not this.” Keith looked straight at him. “You know that, right?” Lance put on a smile, knowing looked as fake as it felt.
“Yeah, of course. I’m fine dude, don’t sweat it,” he lied.
“Lance, don’t lie to me. I can see ri- Oh.”
“What, something in my face?” Lance forced a laugh and lightly put his fingers to his cheek.
Wet.
He was crying. Yeah, that made sense.
He let his head fall against the glass behind him.

Keith: He could feel the sweat dripping into his eyes and he could hear blood rushing in his ears, but he didn’t stop. The training not attacked relentlessly, not showing any signs of letting up. Keith, though, was on his last limb. Despite that, he kept pushing, each slash from his bayard making his body feel like lead. Suddenly, the bot deactivated. He spun around, chests heaving, to see Shiro standing in the doorway.
“Keith. What are you doing? You look like you’re about to pass out?” Keith shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to make eye contact. “Your s/o wouldn’t want this, you need to-”
“They’re in there because of me. I need to be stronger,” Keith gritted out. “What if it had been worse?” He met Shiro’s eyes. “What if they died?” Shiro seemed at a loss for words.
“They didn’t. That’s what matters,” Shiro insisted. Keith scoffed.
“Whatever. I’m not done training, so please leave.” He turned towards the training bot again. “Start training level 7.”

Hunk: “Hunk, dude, what’s with all the baked goods?” Hunk turned from the oven to see Lance standing in the doorway.
“I needed to take my mind off of things. They’re for my s/o, when they’re better.” Hunk shrugged a bit and continued. “Allura said they’ll be better soon, and I want to be able to apologize properly. The stomach is the way to the heart, you know.”
“You have nothing to apologize for, Hunk,” Lance said, cocking an eyebrow. “We all saw you out there, you tried your hardest.” Hunk shrugged again.
“I still want to apologize. I feel like I need to,” he choked out. His throat was closing up, and he could feel tears welling up. “Well,” he wiped his eyes, “try these. They taste almost like cookies.”
Lance crossed his arms and looked at Hunk a little skeptically. “Alright. But take a break, your looking a little red.”
Hunk nodded. “Yeah, in a bit.”

Pidge: It was getting late, but Pidge hadn’t moved from their seat next to the healing tube. Their laptop burned into their thighs from long usage, but they couldn’t have cared less. “Don’t worry, if I learn enough about the Galra tech that did this, it won’t ever happen again. I won’t let it.” Their eyes burned from the light of their laptop on the dark and they could feel sleep weighing on them.
Suddenly, the lights in the room flashed on. “Ah, turn them off! They burn!”
“Sitting in the dark like this is bad for your eyes, Pidge.”
“Oh, Princess. What are you doing here?” Pidge cocked their head to the side.
“Checking on you. I knew you would still be here. I know you’re worried about them,” she commented, nodding her head to the healing tube. “I wasn’t lying when I said we had things in common. I like to think I understand you fairly well.”
Pidge shrugged and replied, “Alright.”
“You should go to bed, Pidge,” Allura suggested.
“I can’t. I’m doing research.” Allura rolled her eyes.
“Research that can wait. Your s/o wouldn’t want this. You need to rest.”
“You don’t know that,” Pidge insisted. “I need to do this. I have to be ready for the next attack.”
Allura’s shoulders sagged defeat, sighing, “If I can’t stop you I guess I’ll go. Good night, Pidge.”
“Good night, Princess.”
As she turned the lights off, Pidge’s eyes started to relax. “Just a little longer,” Pidge muttered. They fell asleep not long after.

Allura: Even though her father was no longer there, Allura spent her most trying times in the virtual reality room trying to meditate. She was being weak and that was something a leader wasn’t. She was weak when she let her s/o get hurt. She put someone in danger. Leaders were supposed to protect, weren’t they? “Father,” she whispered. “ I wish you were here. I need your help, your guidance. I feel… Lost.” She looked up at the fake sky, hoping to find some answer there. There was nothing.
She didn’t even realize she had begun to cry until the tears started collecting on her chin. She felt as if she couldn’t breathe, her shoulders shuddering. She was supposed to protect her s/o from the Galra, from anything. How could she look at them again without feeling the weight of this failure.
“Princess,” a voice, Coran’s, came over the comm. “you’re needed on the main deck, please.” Allura stood and the room reappeared around her, dark and lonely. She rubbed her eyes and hoped she could be strong enough to lead the Galaxy Alliance once again, and if she could ever be strong enough to protect the ones she loved.

Coran: “Coran, you seem off today,” Allura commented. “You’re not telling any stories and you seem… colorless, I supposed. Is it because of your s/o?” Coran turned towards Allura, not even so much as touching his mustache as he did so.
“A-ah, yes. I suppose so, Princess. I’m feeling… distraught,” he answered, voice lacking its usual flair. “I feel… useless. I couldn’t help them. I fear they’ll be more than a little upset, too, I suppose.”
Allura approached him and rested a hand on his shoulder. “Oh, I doubt they will be upset. You may feel that you could have done something, but I know you tried your hardest. They know that as well. And if not… Then I am always going to be your friend,” she promised.
“Oh. Thank you princess,” Coran said, feeling a bit better. “I hope your right. I still feel a little upset, but I have courage now.” He punched the air with his hand before resting it on his chest. His chest hurt a little, but knowing that his s/o would still love him after they came out of the healing pod gave him some hope. Maybe he was not as alone as he felt. He smiled a bit and twisted his mustache.

I love dying and being dead T-T also sorry leaving Coran’s sad didn’t feel right :(
Just got back from the game I am so tired.

More than friends - [Scott McCall] [Explicit]

You were sitting on Scott’s bed, doing your homework with him, him sitting at his desk.
He seemed lost in his own thoughts, not even really listening to you, like he had been for days, even weeks now, and you weren’t use to this. You were used to him being your best friend, listening and caring about the smallest details in your life, cheering you up no matter what. Of course, you had to share him with Stiles sometimes, but it didn’t bother you, you liked him too. The only problem was that he had been acting so weird lately and spending all of his time with Stiles, talking about things and stopping at the second you arrived, going out without asking you to come along, something was going on. Something that your best friend didn’t want to share with you and it was breaking your heart.

“Scott! Can you listen to me ? It’s important, you are already failing science class, don’t start failing history class too!” You said, earning a look from him.

“Sorry (Y/N) … I think I might need a break.” He said, absently.

“Fine.” You replied, shrugging your shoulders.

“I need to take my mind off some things… Maybe you should tell me about what you have been doing lately. We haven’t talked in a long time.” He said, turning his chair around to face you.

“Excuse me? Maybe YOU should tell me about what you have been doing lately!” You answered, with anger.

“Not much, really.” He said, after a silence.

“Fine.” You said again, getting annoyed. “Well, I’ve been doing A LOT of things personally, like dating this guy from the Lacrosse team.”

It made him react and suddenly, you had all his attention.

“What? What guy?” He asked.

“Jaimie, Jackson’s friend.”

He looked at you with wide eyes and you were enjoying to finally have him listening to you.

“You are dating one of Jackson’s friends ? Doesn’t that tell you a lot about what type of guy he is to be hanging out with Jackson Whittemore?”

He didn’t let you answer and cut you off.

“Well this guy is a jerk! Both of them are!”

“Well he has been really sweet to me…”

“Exactly! Because all he wants is to get you in his bed. And once it will be done, he’ll tell everyone about it and all the guys will start chasing you.”

You could tell by the sound of his voice that he was getting upset.

“Maybe I want to be chased.” You answered, defying him.,

He closed his book, suddenly moving to you, pushing your back down the bed, his body above yours lifting himself up with his hands on the mattress, each side of your head.

“What are you doing?” You asked, suddenly out of breath from having him so close to you.

His angry expression quickly disappeared from his face, you could see his eyes soften, and he sat back up at the edge of the bed, freeing you from him.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)…” He started.

“No. I mean it’s okay.” You said, sitting beside him.

“No it’s not. I just can’t control myself. It must have been so awkward for you.” He said, burying his face in his hands.

“It’s okay” You repeated, gently squeezing his arm.

He looked at you again after a while and you planted a soft kiss on his cheek making him smile.

“I won’t date that jerk if that’s what it’s all about.” You said.

“No. It’s not all… I think that I don’t want you to date anybody actually.” He admitted, kind of embarrassed, staring at you, waiting for some kind of reaction but you genuinely didn’t get it.

You shook your head, quite confused.

“I know, this is weird, I’ve known you for years but now I feel… Different.” He continued, standing up.

“You are different.” You answered, waiting for him to explain himself.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you why…” He said, looking away from you. “But what I can tell you is that, I feel like there’s something more between us now.”

“There’s nothing new to me…”

“Okay, so it’s only me but I have to tell you. I want you all for myself, like I want you to be mine because I love you but I kind of need you to be, like to be my propriety… Does that make sense? I don’t know how to describe this feeling.”

“Scott, if you are telling me that you are in love with me, well it’s fine with me.” You answered, watching him walk in circles around his room.

“Really?” He asked, almost surprised, stopping to look at you.

“Ya… I’ve been in love with you since what? Kindergarten?”

“Really?” He asked again, sitting beside you, that silly expression on his face that always melted your heart.

You leaned closer to him to leave a shy kiss on his lips.

“So many things happened lately… I don’t really know how I feel. I can’t tell if it’s love or… Something else” He said sadly.

“It’s okay…” You replied, trying to hide your disappointment.

Minutes passed with both of you sitting on the bed in silence. You were trying to figure out something to say or if it was better if you just left without a word, he seemed lost in his own thoughts again.

As you had made up your mind to just get up and go, he turned around to face you and kissed your lips pretty eagerly for someone who didn’t know how he was feeling.

What was going on with all these mood swings ?

You gave up, after all, you had wanted him to kiss you ever since you first met him so might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

You kissed him back, your hand softly brushing his hair before you closed your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

He pushed you down on the bed, his lips furiously on yours until he moved down to you neck, soft at first but then, you could feel his teeth scratching against your skin, almost hurting you, as if he was about to bite you.

“I’m sorry” He mumbled when he realized what he was doing, stopping and wanting to move away from you again but you held him back.

“No, don’t be… I like it” You said, taking a deep breath before daring to pull his shirt off.

He looked at you with a serious expression, staring at your eyes as if he was trying to find out if you were lying or not.

You sighed and pushed his now naked chest away from you so that you could take off your own shirt. He was looking at you with wide eyes, quite confused as if he didn’t know what to do next.

You sat on his lap, pulling him into another heated kiss, guiding his hands up your chest. He only dared to lightly touch you as he kissed you back and he was definitely lost when you took your bra off.

“Scott, you said you wanted me to be your propriety… So take it.” You said, slightly annoyed.

“I don’t know how to…” He started, embarrassed.

“Just follow your instinct.” You answered and you were pretty sure that a weak yellow light crossed his eyes before he became all eager and strong again.

You were expecting him to make out with you, or to at least dare touch you but he skipped those steps, grabbing your hips and turning you around, making you fall on your stomach.

You tried to sit back up but you felt his hands grabbing your breasts from behind, squeezing them almost hurting you, his chest pressed on your back, keeping yours pressed on the bed.

You felt his warm breath on your neck, he left a few kisses on it before letting go of your breasts, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your spine, making you moan, until he reached your jeans.

You felt his hands on your hips again, pulling you up. You got on your knees, wanting to sit back up again but he stopped you, his hands unbuttoning your jeans and slowly sliding them down your thighs.

You lifted yourself up, pressing your back against his chest, turning your head to kiss his neck and allow him to kiss your lips before you felt his hand sliding your panties down to where your jeans were, his other hand on your neck, holding you against him.

You heard the sound of his zipper, and before you even realized it, you felt his hard cock pressing against your ass. You saw that strange yellow light in his eyes before he pushed himself inside you, making you scream in surprise.

You always thought that Scott was the gentle type, but after all, he wasn’t very much himself lately.

He started thrusting in you at his own rhythm, not caring that you screamed or needed some time to adjust to the feeling. He was still holding you still against him, his other hand down your stomach until you started moaning from his thrusts, although you wanted him to slow down a little, so you tried to slow him down, reaching for him but he caught your wrist in his hand, thrusting harder until he let go of you, pushing your chest down on the bed, crossing your hands in your back, your face buried in the pillows.

You left out a few muffled moans and you heard some sort of growl from him before you felt his cum inside you. He came and finally slowed down, freeing yours hands.

He grabbed your hips, making you move slowly against him before gently pushing you away, making it very pleasurable for you.

You lifted yourself up above the pillows, trying to catch your breath between two moans, standing on all four as you kept following his pace, eyes closed, until you couldn’t take it slowly anymore.

You pushed yourself against him taking him fully in, making him growl again as you moaned louder, letting him know it was time to finish you off.

He started thrusting in you faster, having to use both of his arms around your hips to keep you in place.

You could hear him heavily breathing behind you as he kept increasing his speed, making you scream his name, burying your face in the pillows again as you came from his fast thrusts inside you.

You pulled him out of you as you reached your orgasm, turning around on your back.

When you opened yours eyes, you saw him looking lost again, worried that you didn’t like it. You smiled, reaching his arm and pulling him down to you so that you could kiss him again.

This time, he took his time to make out with you. You pulled your pants back up, his chest pressed against yours keeping you warm as he was looking in your eyes, stroking your hair, looking peaceful now that he knew that you were happy.

“Scott?” You asked, after a silence.

“Mmh?” He answered, partly asleep.

“What’s up with your eyes…?”

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spicyassassin  asked:

Oooooooo how about some Team B bromance? :D

A/N: Yayyy!!! I love the B-Team! BrOTP of BrOTPs. Hope you enjoy this!

Title: Best Friends

Gajeel was bored. He was bored out of his fucking mind. It was summer vacation, the best time of the entire year and he was spending it, locked in his room, chewing the end of his metal pen.

What was the guy supposed to do? His girlfriend, Levy, was away in England for a month on this stupid scholars program. It was a one in a lifetime chance, she said. You’ll be fine without me, she insisted. The liar. Gajeel was not fine. He had nothing to do! Yeah, sure he could go to Fairy Tail, the bar where most of their friends usually hang out but without Levy, he didn’t really want to. Besides, Salamander probably wasn’t there either so he couldn’t fight anyone. Well, maybe that Ice Pop would fight him…

Gajeel snapped out of his train of thought once he heard the ringing. It was coming from his mess on his bed. He got up from his desk and threw the wrinkled covers and dirty clothes off of his bed to reveal his cellphone. Gajeel picked it up to see Juvia was calling. Raising a suspicious eyebrow, he asked the phone.

“What?” Gajeel asked, gruffly.

“Gajeel-kun? It’s Juvia.”

“Yeah, I saw your name when you called. What is it?”

“Oh, Juvia was wondering if Gajeel-kun was busy.”

Gajeel looked back at his desk and the chewed metal pen lying on top, “No, I’m not. Why?”

“Well, Juvia wanted to know if Gajeel-kun wanted to hang out.”

“What happened to Ice Pop?”

“Gajeel-kun, how rude! Juvia cannot want to hang out with her best friend!”

“Not since you started going out with that snowball.”

It was silent for a while until Gajeel heard a sigh through the phone.

“Juvia is sorry, Gajeel-kun. Juvia has not been paying a lot of attention to you.”

“Yeah. Yeah. It doesn’t bother me. But seriously, what happened to Ice Pop?”

“Gray-sama is on vacation with his family. And since Levy-san is away as well, Juvia thought this was the perfect time to hang out.”

Gajeel thought about it for a moment. It was better than sitting around all day.

“Anyone else?”

“If Gajeel-kun wants.”

“How are the other losers doing?”

“Losers?”

“The B-Team.”

The B-Team is the name of the second team of Magnolia High to compete in the Grand High School Games, a huge showdown between different schools. The principal had decided to let two teams compete that year and Gajeel and Juvia were a part of the B-Team. The others included Cana, Jellal, Laxus, and Mirajane. Coincidentally, they were already friends, all having some connection to Fairy Tail, but after the games, they became a much closer group of friends, not that Gajeel would admit to anything like that.

“Juvia believes Cana-San and Jellal-san are free.”

“Well, find out and while you’re at it, tell them to meet up in the park in 30 minutes.”

“Got it, Gajeel-kun! Juvia is on it! See you soon!” And with that, she hung up.

Gajeel smirked to himself. He might as well find entertainment somehow. Hopefully those idiots could give him some. Besides, it’s been a while since their last meet up.


Gajeel looked at his wristwatch. It was almost thirty minutes. Where the hell were they?

“Gajeel-kun!”

“Gah!” Gajeel let out a grunt as he was pulled backwards. “What the hell, Rain Woman?!”

“Oh, sorry, Gajeel-kun.” Juvia apologized as she let go, smiling. “Juvia is just happy to see you.”

“That’s a first. Where are the others?”

“Juvia believes they are-Eep!” Juvia felt arms encircle her waist.

“Heyyy, guys!” Cana grinned. She wasn’t drunk but there was no doubt she had been drinking.

“Cana-san, you scared Juvia.”

“Sorry, Juvi~” Cana laughed.

“Three.” Gajeel counted.

“Hi!” Mirajane waved as she walked over to the group with Laxus behind. “Sorry we’re late! The bar was quite busy today.”

“People need to get out more.” Laxus grumbled.

“Yo, Mira! Pikachu!” Cana greeted, still hugging Juvia.

“Don’t call me that.” Laxus glared.

Cana smiled, “Sure thing, Pika.”

Laxus gave her a look.

“Five.” Gajeel said.

Finally, Jellal came running towards the group, very out of breath.

“Jellal-san? What happened?”

“Oh my. Jellal, you look like you’ve been running a marathon.” Mira put a hand to her mouth.

“I.” Jellal took a second to catch his breath. “I j-just realized the time and I live far away a-and I didn’t want to be-” Jellal took another gulp of air. “Late.”

“You do realize you’re just a minute late?” Laxus told him.

“We would have waited.” Mira smiled.

Jellal just waved them off and stood up once he could breathe, “A Fernandes never lets his friends wait.”

“Six.” Gajeel nodded, crossing his arms. “That’s everyone.”

“So why are we here anyway?” Cana asked, resting her chin on Juvia’s shoulder, something Juvia was used to.

“Juvia’s idea to hang out. I have nothing better to do so I agreed to it.” Gajeel shrugged.

“Gajeel-kun, it was your idea as well.” Juvia pointed out.

“More of yours.”

“Well, I think that sounds like a great idea.” Mira clapped. “We haven’t hung out in so long.”

“I’m game.” Cana added in. “Dad’s been annoying the hell out of me at home. Needed to get out of the house anyway.”

“That sounds fun.” Jellal smiled.

“Yeah, whatever.” Laxus said, halfheartedly.

“Where to, Gajeel-kun?” Juvia asked as she tried to get out Cana’s grip, a lost cause really.

“It’s whatever.”

Cana hands shot up, letting go of Juvia in the process, “We should see that new horror movie! I heard it’s gruesome.”

No one disagreed with her idea so it was decided to go to the movies.


“What the hell was that?!” Gajeel yelled, walking out of the theater.

“God, I think I’m going to be sick.” Jellal covered his mouth.

“I’ll never look at grandparents the same way again…” Laxus sweat dropped.

“I didn’t think it was that bad.” Mira smiled.

“You have no right to talk!” All three boys shouted in unison. Mira was known for her immunity to scary movies. Probably because she was just as scary as those movies.

Cana laughed, “That was awesome! Did you the part where she-”

"Cana-san, please.” Juvia covered her eyes. “Don’t remind Juvia.”

Cana scoffed, “All of you guys are a bunch of sissies, right Mira?”

Mirajane simply laughed as she watch her friends rant on about how terrifying the movie was.

“Ugh, I need something to take my mind off of that thing.” Laxus said as he put his hand on his face.

Cana thought for a second, “Well, there’s this other movie called-“

"No!” Everyone but Mirajane yelled.

Cana held up her hands, “Okay, jeez.” Mira laughed again.

Jellal snapped his fingers, “I heard there’s a new ride at the amusement park.”

“Juvia loves amusement parks!”

“To the amusement park then.” Mirajane walked ahead and Jellal and Juvia followed happily.

Don’t we get a say in this? Cana, Gajeel and Laxus thought as they followed the three to the amusement park.


Cana was dying of laughter.

“I thought that was some girl!” She cried as she clutched her stomach. “I can’t believe that was you, Jellal!”

Jellal blushed, "It’s not that funny.”

“No, it’s hilarious!” Gajeel laughed. Even Laxus couldn’t help but laugh. Mira was having a giggling fit.

Juvia patted Jellal on the head, “It’s okay, Jellal-san. Juvia is sure Erza-san would not mind Jellal-san’s female scream.”

Jellal covered his face with his hands, his face tomato red, "Juvia, that doesn’t help!”

Juvia was confused. “Did Juvia say something wrong?” Everyone was too busy laughter to the point of tears to answer her question.

Gajeel finally calm down enough to answer her, “No, Juvia. Not at all.” Jellal shot him a look but Gajeel ignored it.

“Well, since we’re here, might as well go on some other rides.”

“I’m up for riding anything remotely terrifying with Jellal.” Cana grinned.

“Shut uuup.” Jellal whined.

Mirajane’s eyes lit up. “Ooh! Prize booth! I’ll win you something Jellal as an apology!” She grabbed his arm and dragged him to the booth.

“Should we wait for them?” Juvia asked the rest of the group.

Cana shrugged, “Well, it shouldn’t talk long so why-”

“Hey guys! We’re back!” Mirajane smiled as she walked towards them. She seemed to be in a good mood. Jellal, on the hand, looked terrified as he clutched the giant stuffed panda bear Mira had given him.

Everyone looked back at the booth to see it in pieces with a crying man standing in the rubble.

“Should I even ask?” Laxus looked at Mirajane, quizzically.

“Let’s just say he was being rather difficult.” Mirajane smiled again, this time it didn’t look very innocent.

No one wanted to continue further.

“Ride time!” Cana cheered as she ran ahead.

“Wait for us, Drunkard!” Gajeel yelled as he ran after her. Everyone else quickly followed close behind.


“Let’s take a picture.” Mirajane suggested as she took another bite of her cotton candy.

Juvia looked in the direction where Mirajane was staring to see a photo booth, “That looks fun.”

“What’s the point of a dumb picture?” Gajeel asked as he slipped his soda.

“Don’t you wanna remember the time you spent with your best friends?” Cana winked.

“Like hell you guys are my best friends.” Gajeel grumbled and looked away.

“What do you say, Laxus?” Mira looked up at the blonde who was currently wearing a mouse hat and carrying at least five stuffed animals along with various other prizes.

“Yeah, sure. Why not?”

“Let’s go, then.” Jellal said as he pushed the group forward and into the booth.

It was a small photo booth, barely enough room for everyone. Even though, they took all the photos they could. Most we’re funny looking, some looked kind of normal. All sorts of photos were taken that night and they were meant to last a lifetime.


Gajeel opened his room door and fell onto his bed. He was exhausted. Pantherlily, his black cat, jumped at Gajeel’s sudden impact with the mattress. After letting out an annoyed meow, he went back to his cat nap. Gajeel rolled his eyes at his pet and continued to lie down on his bed, face first. It was nice, quiet, and peaceful. Until his phone’s ringtone blasted through the room causing Pantherlily to fall off the bed and Gajeel to groan.

He picked up the phone, not bothering to look at whoever was calling.

“What?” Gajeel snapped, clearly annoyed.

“Wow, is that anyone to talk to your girlfriend?” A playful voice teased through the phone.

Gajeel’s eye widen, “Oh, Shrimp. I didn’t realize it was you.”

“Try checking whose calling next time.”

“Shut up.”

Levy let out a giggle, “So, how have you been?”

“I’ve been better.”

"Aw, do you miss me?”

“Nah. I barely noticed you were gone.” Gajeel smirked.

“Gajeel, you idiot.” Levy huffed.

Gajeel chuckled, “What about you? How’s England?”

“It’s wonderful! The sights, the food, the people! And the program is just amazing! I really want to be able to come back again with you. I think you’d like it.”

“Maybe I’ll check it out.”

“You better!” You could almost hear the smiling. “Have you been lonely?”

“No. I’m fine. I got Pantherlily.”

“Only Pantherlily?” Levy’s voiced dripped with guilt.

“And other idiots to keep me company. I’m fine.” Gajeel reassured her.

“Aw, you’re actually hanging out with our friends, Gajeel? I’m so proud!”

“Be quiet, Shorty. They’re not my friends.” Gajeel glanced at his pocket. He pulled out a picture that the B-Team had taken in the photo booth. Mirajane had insisted everyone take one. It was either that or disobey Mirajane, so Gajeel took one.

This one was the most chaotic one they took. Gajeel was sitting on the right, bending over and looking very annoyed while Juvia was hugging his neck and smiling. Mirajane was sitting in the middle, smiling sweetly and looking perfect normal. Laxus was sitting next her, looking down at a drunk Cana who was lying in his lap as she laughed. And Jellal was on the floor of the picture, looking as if he was surrounded by insane people, which he was.

Gajeel smirked. He liked this picture the most because it was exactly how their group worked. He really enjoyed spending time with them, even though he would never admit it in a million years.

“Right, you don’t have friends, do you?”

“Nope.” Gajeel grinned.

Only best friends. 

anonymous asked:

17, 18 and 11??

17. Any OC OTPs?

Ooooooh yes I do. It’s probably a solid tie between these two sweet boys (Kohaku and Julian):

OR these sweet kids (Snakes and Idina):

The first couple bc I’m genuinely attached to their characters and they bounce really well off each other, and the second one bc they’re both personifications of my trauma and I think they’d find peace in each other

18. Any OC crackships?

Uuuh the closest thing I have is her (Elora)

and her (Kiara)

Like they are in vastly different stories that have no possible chance of ever happening in the same universe but I still always imagine a high school au where they r GFs

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?

MMMMM DEF KIARA

she is my VED (Very Excellent Daughter)

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OK!!! ok… I’ve been really stressed lately, especially tonight for some reason so I just needed to take my mind off things and it’s been a while since I actually was in the mood to doodle and I guess this is it…

So! Yakuza!Ugumori AU, with boss Nao who gets into an accident, forcing him into the hospital for several months. Ugumori gang fills Nao’s special private room with a few too many ‘get-well-soon’ flowers and scare people during their visits, but all the hospital staff and other patients adore Nao and simultaneously, wonder what he must do for a living. On the day Nao’s discharged, he leaves impeccably dressed with his gang, leaving everyone speechless.

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I needed to take my mind off things, so I made another jojo oc~ :0c no name for her yet, but the Stand is ‘Hungry Like the Wolf’ by Duran Duran, and it’s that lovely maw over her eye. figured I’d go with an older song for once, lmao. it’s sort of ‘bound’, so non-stand users can see it too, but she keeps it hidden under a headwrap. but if you get too close, I bet you could hear it breath :3c

HLtW gives a sort of sixth sense/clairvoyance; unparalleled tracking, past present and future (up to a limited time). However the sense has a rather bloody requirement, needing a bite of the person in order to track them. HLtW’s user, however, already has rather keen senses herself, and is a rather accomplished PI. She’ll help you track the guy you’re looking for, but her “special tracking” is rather hush-hush.

“I too was aware of my life as a series of distractions and denials that staved off thoughts of the terrible things that could happen to me and of my impending death. I was also sensitive, probably overly so, that these terrible things could happen and in fact were happening everywhere in the world. They had always been happening and, barring some radical change in material existence, would continue to happen until doomsday. I knew that I needed something to take my mind off these things and discover some immediate pretext for being alive. I also knew that I was just biding my time until something terrible came along and I snuffed it, something that would probably happen only after I had to watch those to whom I had become attached in one way or another had snuffed it. One of those terrible things, among others, that actually did come along in my life was major depression. This is sometimes called the common cold of mental diseases, but that’s not how it feels to those who suffer from it. Aside from its other effects, depression has a philosophical effect to it that other kinds of pain do not, and its implications very much changed my sense of what it was like to be alive in the world. In depression, everything is just what it seems to be: a tree is just a tree and not something that arouses symbolic meanings or affective associations. Life itself becomes very transparent in all its aspects to a depressive. There aren’t any mysteries left, since all mysteries come from within us. We’re mystery-making machines, and we project a sense of mystery onto a world that has no such thing behind or within it. Certain questions remain that may one day be answered or may not be answered. Either way it doesn’t matter to a depressive.”
-Thomas Ligotti, in a conversation

Dylan O’Brien One Shot: based in a dream. Part 1

Note: I had this dream and it was one of the few dreams I’ve ever had that made sense and was a good story so I thought I should write it Here it goes. Oh and, hopefully Britt will never read this *or else I’d die of embarrassment*, but I’d like to apologize for this one shot but yeah, I really had to write it.

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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You weren’t exactly the party type, you preferred to spend your Friday nights at home, eating junk food and watching a movie, but your friend had insisted for you to go, telling you how she had had to go to the end of the world to get you an invitation. According to her, it was a very private party but there would be a few celebrities there, so, in the end, you couldn’t possibly say no.

After going for a shopping trip, considering you didn’t have any type of party outfit that you could wear to a “private party full of celebrities”, you finally found something suitable; a long black, backless dress, with a bit of cleavage but not too much, and a split on the right side that ended mid-tight. You spent the whole afternoon getting ready, choosing to wear a pair of red sandals and your makeup was pretty simple; black eyeliner and mascara, a bit of foundation and a red lipstick. Your hair was in a simple, but classy, up-do, so you could show your back. You were ready to go when your friend called, saying she was waiting for you outside your apartment.

“Holy shit, you look amazing, (Y/N)” your friend commented when you walked out of the door.

Blushing slightly, you smiled “Thank you, so do you!”

As you go to your friend, she intertwined your arms together and walked with you towards the taxi “Now c’mon, the taxi is waiting. We’re gonna have so much fun tonight!” she said.

You chuckled slightly at her excitement “We’re not gonna stay there too long are we? You know how uncomfortable I get at parties…” you asked and she rolled her eyes.

“I know I know but, trust me, this party is different. You’re gonna love it.” She told you, before giving instructions to the taxi driver.

“We’ll see.” You muttered to yourself, looking out the window.

The trip to the party was mostly consisted with your friend telling you how excited she was and how much fun you two would have, every 5 minutes. When you got to the party, you didn’t even have time to think about whom the host was, considering your friend only took 2 seconds to pull you out of the taxi. The party was being held at someone’s house, and what a house that was! It was probably 7 times bigger than your whole apartment, excluding the massive garden and swimming pool.

You turn to your friend “You haven’t told me yet, who’s hosting this party?” you asked.

She and shrugged “I don’t know, a friend of mine was invited and managed to get us a way in as well.”

You chuckled and raised an eyebrow “Alright. You didn’t tell me you had famous friends.”

She raised her chin and grinned “Oh honey, secret is the soul of business. Now c’mon.” she pulled you towards the entrance and you simply shook your head, laughing slightly at her comment.

When you walked in, it was like you stopped breathing and you couldn’t move, feeling so many eyes on you and your friend. Shyness and awkwardness were not your friends when it came to attending parties or just simply being sociable.

“Are you sure this was a good idea?” you whispered to your friend, making her glare at you.

“Don’t give me that crap, we just got here and it looks fucking amazing!” she said, looking around. You had to agree, the party was looking incredible, but the crowd made you uncomfortable “I have to go find my friend and tell him we’re here. Be right back. Go mingle or something!” she told you, before disappearing in the middle of the crowd.

“Oh great…” you muttered, trying to push through the crowded room to get to the bar.

The bar was almost empty, thank God for that, you thought to yourself. Everyone else was either dancing or chatting away with some friends. You felt incredibly out of place; no friends, didn’t know how to socialize without scaring the person away, and you didn’t drink much either.

“Oh what the hell…” you muttered to yourself, before turning to the bartender and ordered a drink.

When you looked to your side, you noticed someone a couple of feet from you, leaning on the bar counter as well, staring you up and down. At first you couldn’t quite recognize him but then he spoke again to the bartender and the lights on the room changed a bit; Dylan? you thought. Dylan O’Brien? What the hell is he doing here? You asked yourself.

You looked away but you could still feel him staring at you which made you feel unbelievably nervous; your heart started racing and you could swear you could feel your cheeks getting redder and redder by the second and having had a crush on the boy for years, didn’t help you calming down.

The bartender gave you your drink and you smiled kindly, thanking him.

“(Y/N=!” you hear someone screaming your name and you look behind you to see your friend walking towards you with someone else following her. “What are you doing here alone? I thought I told you to go mingle.” She said, before grabbing your drink and drinking it in one go. “That was bloody awful.”

You chuckled “You did tell me to go mingle but you know how bad I am at it, so I prefer to stay here by myself. For now.” You said, the last part just so she wouldn’t get annoyed with you. “Well it wasn’t for you now was it?” you ask her, after she drank your drink, but she simply rolls her eyes in response. “Sorry, I’m (Y/N).” You introduced yourself.

“Right, (Y/N) this is Matthew, Matthew this is (Y/N). She’s my best friend and she’s a sweetheart! Doesn’t she look beautiful tonight?” your friend asked Matthew.

“Stunning, you look stunning, darling. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He told you and kissed the back of your hand.

You blushed slightly and glared at your friend “Oh relax honey, Matthew’s gay, you don’t need to be shy around him.” Your friend told you and you felt yourself relaxing.

Matthew chuckled “Adorable” he said, referring to you, and you smiled shyly. ”We gotta go now. Don’t worry, (Y/N), I’ll take good care of her.” Matthew told you.

“Please do. She has my number on her phone, call me if you need me, okay?”you asked him and he nodded before leaving with your friend. You both waved goodbye and you turned back around, focusing on the now empty glass.

“You do look stunning, you know.” You hear a familiar voice and look next you, seeing Dylan walking towards you.

“Oh” you swallowed, trying to calm down “T-Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself.” You say, trying to sound as confident as possible.

He shook his head lightly, chuckling “I’m Dylan” he took out his hand.

You shook his hand and smiled “I’m (Y/N). And yeah, I know who you are.” You told him.

He raised an eyebrow “Oh you do?”

“Yeah” you nodded “Big fan of Teen Wolf right here.” You said pointing at yourself “But don’t worry, I won’t cause a scene or fangirl. You’re safe.” You winked.

He laughed slightly “Right. Well thank you for…watching Teen Wolf?” he half asked and frowned, unsure if he should’ve said what he did, and laughed at his awkwardness.

You laughed with him “You’re very welcome.”

He stared at you for a few seconds, making you feel shyer than before, before taking a sip of his drink. “You want another drink? I saw your friend drinking yours, I can ask th-“ he said but you cut him off before he could finish.

“No no, I’m fine. I don’t drink much anyways. Actually I don’t go to parties much either. But anyways, thank you.” You smiled sweetly and he nodded, smiling back.

“If you don’t go to parties much what are you doing here?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same thing, I didn’t take you for the partying type.” You answered, smirking.

He chuckled “You’re right, I’m not. I guess I just needed to take my mind off some things.”

“And how’s that working out for you?” you asked, slightly concerned.

He looked you up and down and licked his lips “Much better since you arrived.”

You could feel your cheeks burning from his comment and your mind going blank, you simply stared at him in awe. But when you noticed the smirk on his face, you came to your senses “Right.” you looked down and smiled shyly “Well I’m here because my friend insisted for me to come, saying and I quote “I went to the end of the world and back to get us a way in and, not to mention the party’s going to be filled with celebrities.”, so I couldn’t possibly say no. Mostly because I have a hard time denying my friends’ requests.” You told him.

He smiled and nodded “I get it. You have that…look.” He said.

You frowned at his comment “What look?”

“The innocent look. You’re too innocent to be here, you look like you don’t belong, which is a very good thing in my opinion.” He told you.

“Well we shouldn’t judge a book by its cover now should we?” you asked him, smirking.

He chuckled and shook his head “No, we shouldn’t.”

You were about to saying something else, when you felt someone pushing you and looked around to see a crowd of people walking towards the bar. “Well it looks like they got tired of mingling, like my friend says.” You say, getting up, feeling Dylan’s eyes on your body as you did so.

He straighten himself up “Look, do you-“ he didn’t finish his sentence because someone pushed you, causing you to bump against him. You were now inches away from each other; his arm around your waist, keeping you in place, your hands gripping his shirt, your lips so close that you could feel his shaky breath on yours. You took a glance at his lips, which made you, absentmindedly, licking yours, before looking into his eyes. You noticed him following your every move with his eyes, focusing a bit too longer on your lips before looking back into your eyes. “Do you wanna get out of here?” he whispered and you nodded. He then finished his drink, never taking his eyes off yours, and grabbed your hand, leading you away from the bar, through the crowded room and to the front door.

“Where are we going?” you asked, while he lead you to the parking lot where, you assumed, was his car.

“To my place, if that’s okay.” He said and suddenly stopped and looked back at you “Is that okay?”

You nodded “Yeah yeah, it’s okay.” You answered and he nodded, biting his lower lip and smirking.


So how about a part 2? Yes? No? Let me know pleaaaase :)

xx,

Mariana

Stress Reliever (Matt Imagine)

“Matt please tell me whats wrong!” I called to him but he didn’t even look at me. He sat at his desk and typed on his laptop and just ignored me. I hated when he acted this way, if something was wrong why can’t he just tell me. I just wanted to help.

“Matt, baby, please just tell me whats wrong you can tell me anything.” I came up behind him and touched his shoulders.

“Get off me Y/N. I said I’m not in the mood.” He shouted and pushed my hands off. I’ve never seen him this way. All I could do is cry, a silent cry

“All I want to do is help you, Matt!” I said with a single tear running down my face. Right as I’m about to walk out, he grabs my arm.

“Don’t go, please. I’m sorry” The look in his eyes was genuine…and real. He really was sorry. “Listen, I’m sorry for yelling at you. I was acting like a dick, and I should have never took it out on you." 

"Its okay, now can you tell me whats wrong…please?” I begged. I grabbed both of his hands and intertwined then together.

“I’ve just been really stressed out lately. I just need something to take my mind off things for a while, that’s all.” He said looking my deep in my eyes

“What is it? What do you need?” He came closer to me and licked his heart shaped lips.

“I need this.” Then he pressed his lips onto mines. This time it was more rough than usual. With our lips in sync he pushed me towards the bed followed by laying me down, and pinned me down.

Matt took complete control over my body, and I surrendered my body to him loving every second of it. His lips trailed from my lips to my neck kissing my sweet spot right above my collarbone. I moaned softly as he left bite marks on my skin.

“I think these clothes need to go.” he said deeply, looking at me with pure lust in his eyes. He sat me up and pulled my shirt off and threw it to the ground, the same with my pants. I did the same to him leaving us both in our underwear that were soon to come off as well.

He gave me a devilish smirk then went back to where he had left off. He grind his hips in between my legs as he left more hickeys all over my neck, I felt him grow larger in his American Eagle boxers. His head went down further along my stomach leaving a trail of soft wet kisses that led to the hem of my panties. Before he took them off he slid his hand under them running his fingers across my throbbing heat. With total eye contact, I let out an exhausted moan making Matt grin.

“Should I take these off, Y/N.” he said holding the elastic, followed by biting his wet bottom lip.

“Stop teasing me Matt, please.” He took that as a sign to continue his works of pleasure and slowly pulled off my panties revealing what he’d been wanting for so long. I saw the top of his head between my thighs and felt his warm breath on my heat sending chills all through my body

I let out a deep exhale as his tongue flattened, exploring my thirsty slit. He brought his hands over to grasp my hips holding me in place as his skilled tongue moved quickly, making circles around my clit. His tongue moved in every single way possible making me arch my back when he put one of my legs over his shoulder giving him a better angle. I gripped a handful of his soft hair when my thighs tightened as I felt my climax rising, my moans and screams filling the air.

“Matt, Oh my god, Matt!” I yelled when he slid one finger inside of me. He looked me directly in my eyes as his fingers went deeper, as I searched for something to hold onto. My orgasm was just seconds away, he could tell by me clenching around his large fingers.

Disappointment arouse when he removed his fingers from inside. He leaned up and removed his boxers, I was anxious for more.

“Matt, please don’t make me wait any longer” I pleaded him with innocent eyes. “Patience baby girl, patience. ” he said in return, followed by him slipping on a condom. He came back onto the bed kneeling in front of me trailing his fingers across my legs and up my thighs making me shiver. He pulled me in closer and placed each leg one of my legs onto his shoulders “Are you ready?” he asked me before his entrance. “Please, just do it, Matt. Please” I begged getting more and more anxious to feel him. He lined himself up with my heat and slowly slid himself inside of me. We both let out groans of relief as he closed his eyes and went in all the way. 

I let out a deep sign followed by a small moan when he thrust himself out then in again, hitting all the right spots. My deeply arched back came off the bed while Matt held me for support and sped up the pace, which drove me over the edge. He swung both of my legs off his shoulders and around his waist bringing him in deeper than before, which I didn’t think was possible. 

He continued to hold me up with both arms as I held onto his lower back feeling droplets of sweat rolling down his heated skin. I pulled myself up causing me to ram into his bare sweaty chest and grind my hips in sync with his. He grabbed the back of my neck bringing me up for a heated kiss whilst ramming into me. He wraps his arms around me holding me close so I'm straddling him, and I can feel warm puffs of air heating up my neck.

Our moans and groans filled the room as we stayed a bliss in each others arms. I threw my head back as my climax was just seconds away. I felt my walls clench around his hardened member, “I’m close too baby.” he says to me with furrowing eyebrows and tight shut eyelids. I tried to wait for him, but the intensity was too much to bare with. “Don’t hold it back, cum for me Y/N.” he says while biting my already bruised up neck skin. I responded with a loud gasp as a rain of euphoria washed over me, my legs trembled, and my nails sunk deep into his back as he helped me ride out my state of vertigo. His was seconds after mines while he grabbed onto my hips so tightly guaranteed to leave bruises. He let out several loud groans then landed down tiredly on the bed next to me

“You feel better now?” I said in between breaths still coming down from my high

“That was amazing. Do we get to do that every time i’m stressed out? Cause’ damn!” I cuddled up under his neck with my legs over his torso

“Whatever you want babe.” leaving a small peck on his jawline

He chuckles and says “Hmm, my own little personal stress reliever.”

“Shut up and go to sleep.” we eventually do drift off into a deep but peaceful sleep

******WHOA! That was my first smut..I hope y'all liked it. Just as a reminder I didn’t forget about the other imagines that were requested. Yes I know i’ve been slacking, and yes im giving you all permission to kick me in the throat. Im sorry, blame school work I guess…k love you guys… bye…******