greetings crew

Will You?

Originally posted by nct127

Description: You’re on We Got Married with Taeyong ^_^

Warning: None

“They’re coming today, so be prepared.”
You had been informed earlier today that a film crew would be coming over, with an announcement for you, but your manager wouldn’t say what for. Only that this will span over the course of the next few months.
You had frowned, confused at the sudden announcement, figuring it would be a good idea to just stay home and ponder over what it could possible be, waiting for the film crew to arrive and tell you what was going on.
And that’s exactly what you did. Lounging around your couch in an over sized hoodie, watching TV and waiting for the doorbell to ring. Which happened around noon, just when you were starting to slip into sleep again.
You sprang from your seat, and greeted the film crew crowding around your front door, cameras already on, filming you as they handed you a red card.
“What’s this for?” You asked the crew, but got no response, only a slight nod from one of the crew towards the card, indicating for you to read it. Holding back a sigh at being ignored, you carefully opened the envelope and removed the card, flipping it open.

To: _____
You have been chosen to be on this season’s “We Got Married”.
Your first potential husband will be waiting for you in the park.
From there you will have exactly one hour to have your first date(get the counter from the crew) and you will then move on to your second potential husband.
Then, your new life of marriage will begin.
Congradulations from,
The WGM Crew

“We Got Married?” You asked the crew. “I’m getting married?”
Again, you got no answer, only being handed a handheld timer, and then was ushered to get dressed and go to the first place to meet your first “husband”.
The ride to the park was quicker than you had hoped, but you were thankful you hadn’t been given long to wonder about this whole “husband” deal. Although you did fidget a lot on the way, fiddling with the hem of the skirt you decided to wear.  
You were the first to arrive, a potential husband no where in sight, so you took a seat on one of the park benches, watching the birds and squirrels hopping around. Tracing some letters and designs in the dirt below the bench, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a soft hello from behind you. Flying from the bench, you spun on your heals, and came face-to-face with a young man. 
“H-hello.” You greeted, trying not to look to shell shocked, and bowed to him.
“Hello.” He bowed back, then held his hand out. “I’m Lee Taeyong.”
The young man was nice, and kind, not being phased by your shyness as he led you to his car that you would be taking to the spot he chose for your first date. Apparently he had chosen a somewhat quiet coffee shop, explaining it was a good place to “get a bite to each and get to know one another”.
Being a gentleman, he paid for your coffee and the muffin you picked out, and even pulled the chair out for you when you sat at the small booth near the back, and being reminded by the crew to start the date timer.
The two of you sat in a somewhat comfortable silence, as comfortable as you could be with someone you just met, as you both sipped your coffee.
“I don’t know what they tell the wives.” Taeyong started, breaking the silent. “But they tell the husbands to get together a date plan first, to give us some time to prepare. Johnny told me about this place, said the coffee was really good, and that this would be a good first date idea.”
“If we get married, I’ll have to remember to thank him. The coffee’s amazing.”
“It is.” Taeyong smiled, not only at you liking his date plan, but just the mention of marrying you made him smile.

WGM Question Time
Q: How did you feel when you met your potential bride/husband?

Taeyong: “I was…pleasantly surprised. I hadn’t expected her…but I think I’ve already made my choice on who I’m marrying.”

You: “I was shocked, to say the least. I spent a lot of time thinking about who my husband could be, but he never crossed my mind…but I’m excited.”

The date passed quicker than you would have hoped, the annoying beeping of the timer interrupting the in depth discussion the two of you were having over chicken recipes. You could see Taeyong’s annoyance when the crew cut the chat short, reminding him he needed to take you to switch spouses with the other couple.  
The other husband was nice, you couldn’t deny that. But you could easily tell he had already chosen who he wanted, and was just trying to get through the date so he could get back to her. Even with that, he tried his best with you, taking you on a walk through this massive flower garden his mother had told him about. The two of you chatted lightly, that awkward kind of chat you have with an old friend you never really cared to see again, trying to waste time until you both got to reunited with the person you wanted to be with. Thankfully, the time flew quickly, the beautiful colored flowers being left behind when you left to the final place, where you would pick your husband, or go home…

“We’ll take the two girls, and when your name is called, each husband will go to their wife choice. Once with the wife, the husband will propose. If the wife has written your name on their card, the two of you will go home, pack, and move in to the honey moon house.” The crew member explained calmly, passing you and the other wife a card and a pen, telling you to write your husband choice on the card.
“What happens if you don’t get picked?” The other wife asked.
“Then you go home.” The crew shrugged.
What if he doesn’t pick me? You wondered, handing the pen back before you were led to where you would wait for your possible husband.
You waited patiently, anxiously, as the first husband’s name was called, until he came across you. Clutching the card, you tried to steady your breath. You were the first wife, the other girl was further in the building. Bowing to you, the husband mouthed a “sorry” as he continued walking, obviously to the other wife.

WGM Question Time
Q: How did you feel when the first husband passed you?

A: I was a little hurt, but relieved that I wouldn’t have to tell him no. I’m glad he went on, I hope they’re good together.

You heart nearly jumped in your throat when Taeyong’s name was called, you strained your ears to pick up on his steady footsteps coming down the hall.
Oh god. You gulped when you saw Tae’s form turn around the corner, standing still when he spotted you. What if he keeps walkin-
Taeyong walked slowly into the middle of the room, keeping his eyes on you as you pulled on your sleeve anxiously.
“Hello again.” Taeyong smiled, bowing to you. “Can I ask something?”
“S-sure.” You stuttered, nodding slightly.
Taeyong smiled again, taking another step towards you.
“Did you have fun with me today?” He asked, another step taken.
“Yes.” You smiled lightly.
“Did you enjoy our time together?”
“Did I make you happy?” The space between you was decreasing.
“Do you think I could continue making you happy?”
“I think so.”
“Then,” Taeyong whispered, stopping a foot from you, dropping to his knee. “Will you marry me?”
You smiled at him, holding the card up, opening it and displaying the words “Taeyong Oppa, let’s get married!” to him, watching him grin.

WGM Question Time
Q: Are you happy with your spouse choice?

Taeyong: “I couldn’t be happier. I knew the moment she was already talking about us getting married, she was the one for me. She already clicked with me, and I think I clicked with her. I’m looking forward to our marriage, I’ll be good to you…jagiya…”

#8 Betrayed (Tyler)

Request from anon: 

Could you write an imagine where you’re dating Tyler and you go on tour with them both and one night they have a party at their bus with a couple other bands they’re touring with (of your choice) and you’re both super drunk and you see Tyler flirting with another girl and get super jealous and he ends up making out with her or something and you get super upset and go to the back room to talk to josh about it and you can end it however you like, sorry this is so long! I just love your imagines!<3


This is such a sick request cause I don’t get a lot of Tyler requests and it’s so detailed which is so nice cause I know exactly what to write and just afdjka thanks anon!

(Also hi??? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?)

Warnings: light cheating, alcohol


Your boyfriend Tyler and his yellow-haired best friend jog off stage as the encore confetti continues to rain down on the roaring crowd and the arena lights come up. Tyler quickly makes his way over to where you were standing in the wings and wraps you in his sweaty arms, kissing you. 

“How was it, babe?” he asks. 

“Brilliant, as always,” you reply and he kisses you again with a grin. 

You all begin to walk back to the dressing rooms so the boys can shower before heading out to the buses. Backstage isn’t the normal mess of people trying to get everything packed so it can be loaded onto trucks and shipped off to the next venue, since the boys have another show here the next night. And that means one thing and one thing only: a party. 

It’s tour tradition that whenever the band has an extra night at a venue, they take a break from writing after the show and have a little get together with the crew and supporting bands. The boys are always reluctant to call them parties, but anybody who’s ever been lucky enough to attend one knows that they usually got out of hand rather quickly. 

Tyler and Josh head off toward the showers while you go out to the bus to see that Mark is already preparing a bonfire and snack/booze table outside the boys’ bus. 

“It’s gonna be a good one tonight, Y/N. We haven’t had one in ages and the venue left all this laying out,” he says to you as he sees you approach, gesturing to a table of food and alcohol. 

“I’m sure it will be,” you say, climbing onto the bus and leaving him to finish setting up. 

The boys come out about an hour later after getting cleaned up and doing meet and greets. The crew, Mutemath, and Chef Special all show up shortly after, and the party is in full swing. Alcohol flowing, dance music blasting, and a raging bonfire at the center of it all. The air is crisp, but not cold, and the fire combined with the dancing and alcohol is keeping everyone comfortably warm. 

You and Tyler haven’t seen much of each other since the party started, both swept up in socializing with your friends. But you have been keeping an eye on him throughout the party as his steps get sloppier as the alcohol takes over his system. It’s not that you don’t think he can handle himself; you know he can. You just worry about him, and he does the same with you. 

But you haven’t seen his familiar head of black hair in a bit, and the alcohol clouding your thoughts certainly isn’t aiding your search. The last you saw, he was hanging around the bonfire next to some blonde you recognized as one of Chef Special’s crew. You hadn’t thought much of it, but you couldn’t help the sting of jealousy and fear in your chest as you realize you can’t find the likes of her either. 

You try not to panic. You know Tyler as well as anyone, and you know he would never do something like this. Never. He’s your Tyler. But, when he’s drunk… You aren’t sure. 

You stumble through the small crowd of people and find Josh, doing your best to get your point across in your drunken state. 

“Where.. Tyler?” is all you can manage to get out. 

Josh chuckles slightly as he is significantly more sober than most people here. 

“Last I saw he was hanging with Beth from the Chef Special crew, but I haven’t seen him in a while,” he replies. 

Beth. Beth. The name leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You had never even spoken to her and you already don’t like her. 

You nod slightly and shuffle off to go look for your boyfriend. You stumble onto the bus and chug a bottle of water to sober up while simultaneously looking in Tyler’s bunk for any sign of him. 

Your mind feeling slightly cleared, though still not up to normal capacity, you head around the back of the bus and finally Tyler’s familiar frame. The only problem is that that frame is pressing against Beth’s small one, their lips locked in a heated make out session that’s masked by the shadows of the bus. 

Your mind seems to be baffled by what your eyes see so clearly. You try to deny what is clearly taking place right in front of you. You can’t seem to comprehend how he could ever dream of doing that to you. 

You’re too angry to cry, too hurt to trust your voice to speak up, too confused to act. So you stand there for what feels like an eternity, stunned as your world crashes down around you. 

You’re not sure what makes him do it, but Tyler looks up about a minute after you arrive, the alcoholic glaze over his eyes immediately being replaced with regret. 

“Y/N…” he says as he abandons Beth and rushes toward you, grabbing your hand, but you immediately yanking it away. 

“Don’t touch me,” you spit at him. The anger in your voice is challenged by the tears that finally seem to catch up to your brain and you turn to go anywhere but here. 

Tyler trails you back to the party, but you lose him in the crowd of people. You spot Josh once again as the tears fall down your cheeks and his brows furrow as he sees you. You turn to get on the bus with Josh following close behind. 

You slam the bus door shut before anyone can follow you and you are immediately met with a the sound of a fist pounding on the closed door as you lean your weight on it to keep the rest of the world out. 

“Y/N, open up. I just want to talk,” Josh says. 

You hesitate for a moment. That’s Tyler’s best friend. What if he’s just trying to get you to talk to Tyler? But then again, you and Josh had grown quite close in the time you had been dating Tyler. He cared for you like a sister. You reluctantly crack the door open and he pushes inside. 

He shuts and locks the door behind him and immediately pulls you into a hug as you sob into his shoulder. Your hands remain rigid at your side, unable to reciprocate the gesture. 

“It’s ok, you’re ok,” he softly says into your ear, but something about this sets you off and you shake him off abruptly. 

“Is it? Because I just saw Tyler making out with some blonde behind the bus,” you say curtly, the tears still spilling down your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry.. I-I didn’t know,” he says, and you instantly feel bad for snapping at him. 

You stand in silence for a minute before he breaks it again. 

“I’m not going to try to defend Tyler, if that’s what you’re thinking. You can talk to me, if you want,” he offers. 

You hesitate, but remember that he’s really all you have on this tour except Tyler, and now it looks as if you might not even have him anymore. You’re grateful for Josh’s offer as you sit down on the couch and he sits next to you, ready to listen. 

“I just.. I got worried about him because I know he can get irrational when he drinks and I went looking for him and there he was, behind the bus with her and then he tried to talk to me and I ran…” you pause. It really isn’t much of a story, but it helps you to say it out loud. “I don’t want it to be real, but now I’m on this tour with you guys and I can’t afford to go home but I can’t stay and see him every day and I don’t know if I can forgive him. Not now, not ever…” 

Your stomach sinks at the thought of breaking up with Tyler. 

“Y/N… I know I said I wouldn’t defend him, and I won’t. There is no excuse for what he did. But, Tyler loves you. He needs you-” Josh starts, but you interrupt. 

“And I need him. I love him. But… I can’t stay with someone who hurts me. I’ve done it before and I can’t do it again. It will kill me. No matter what I do, it will kill me. I just… I thought Tyler and I were it, you know? I never imagined myself with anyone else,” you stop as a fresh wave of tears washes over you. “He said,” your voice shakes. “He said he would never hurt me.” 

Josh pulls you into his chest again, and this time, you welcome it, clutching Josh’s back for dear life. 

A pounding on the door pulls you from Josh’s embrace and both of your heads whip toward the door. 

“Y/N!” Tyler shouts from the other side of the closed door. “Y/N, please!” 

The desperation in his voice breaks your heart and you turn back to Josh. 

“Josh, I can’t. I can’t see him,” you start to panic. “Josh, do something, please.” 

“It’s ok, I’ll deal with it,” he says, getting up from the couch and walking to the door. 

Your gaze goes anywhere but the door as you hear Josh crack it open and Tyler’s frantic voice carries into the bus. 

“Josh, you gotta let me in, man. Please, I just need to talk to her. I can explain-” he bargains. 

“Tyler, she doesn’t want to see you. Just, go find somewhere else to spend the night,” Josh stands his ground. 

You can no longer hear the noise from the party, so you assume everyone else has gone off to bed. 

You sneak a glance at Tyler and his red ringed eyes are already on you. He’s clearly been crying. The sight of him brings fresh tears to your eyes once again. 

“Y/N, please. I know I messed up-” 

“Tyler, just go,” Josh interrupts him before he can even start. 

Tyler simply nods and turns away from the door. Josh shuts it once again and turns back to you. 

“I think I just need to go to bed,” you say and he nods. 

“Wake me up if you need anything. I mean it,” he says as you walk back to your bunk. 

You’re grateful in this moment that you and Tyler have separate bunks. Sure, you usually end up sleeping in the same one, but you don’t think you could bear spending the night in a bunk that smells only of his cologne. 

But you still lay awake all night, unable to find sleep. Tonight blurs into the next day as the sun breaks the horizon. Maybe you did sleep, maybe you didn’t, but all you know is that you’re dead tired and you feel downright numb. 

You walk out to the small kitchen to find Josh sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, as well as one across from him, presumably for you. 

You grab the mug gratefully and sip the bitter liquid. 

“How’d you sleep?” he asks, his voice groggy. 

“I didn’t,” you reply honestly, and he looks at you sympathetically. “I think I need to go home.” 

He nods, as if he already knew what you were going to do. 

“But I don’t think I know where that is anymore,” you croak out, your voice hoarse from all the crying you’ve done over the past 12 hours. 

You can’t go back to your apartment. You shared it with Tyler. It will be too hard to be surrounded by all things Tyler. You don’t know where you’re supposed to go, but you know that you can’t be here anymore. 

Josh gets up from the table. You don’t pay too much attention to where he goes; you’re too caught up in your own thoughts. He comes back about 15 minutes later with his computer. 

“I can get you on a flight out of here in an hour, if you’re sure this is what you want,” he says. 

A smile ghosts over your lips. 

“It’s not what I want. But, it’s what I need,” you say and he nods in understanding. 

“I’m gonna use Tyler’s account. The least he can do, after all this, is buy your ticket out,” he says and you can’t help but let out a small laugh. 

You mouth ‘thank you’ across the table to Josh, not trusting your voice. He just nods. 

He leaves and comes back, this time with your suitcase, already packed. 

“I went ahead and just packed for you. It’s the least I can do. I can mail you whatever I forgot,” he says with a laugh. 

He prints your boarding pass and hands it to you as you slip on your shoes and hoodie, taking the handle of your suitcase. 

“I’ll drive you to the airport,” he says, but you shake your head.

“You’ve done more than enough for me. I can’t thank you enough,” you say and he pulls you into a tight hug for what feels like the millionth time in the last day. 

“Just… Promise me you’ll talk to him? You don’t have to change your mind, but just hear him out. I care about you both too much for this to be it for you two,” he says and you nod. 

You turn to the door and head down the stairs with your suitcase. As you open the door, you see Tyler curled up under his jacket on the ground next to the door. He doesn’t wake as you walk past him toward the cab Josh called for you, and you’re glad. You need to get out of here, and you’re not sure you could’ve done it if he had gotten to speak to you before you left. 

You world is in shambles as you board a plane away from the person you used to call home. 


Sorry this doesn’t have a happy ending, but I just lowkey don’t like cheating fics that end happy cause cheating is so terrible ??? Idk maybe I’ll do a part two, if someone wants it. 

Anyway, hope you liked it! Requests are open :) 

My Father and the Citadel Date with Kaidan (mshenko style)
  • Kaidan: Hey, Shepard, I'm starving. What've you got?
  • Shepard: We're heading out, Kaidan.
  • Kaidan: We'll just wind up back here I right? *peck hello* Trust me. Lemme impress you...
  • Dad: all your crew members greet you so familiar?
  • Me: nnnnnnope....*shifty eyes*
  • *a few minutes later*
  • Kaidan: Classes at Jump Zero, believe it or not. Young biotics who can't cook for themselves risk starving.
  • Shepard: Did you pass? uh-you're burning the garlic.
  • Kaidan: Sorry. Guess I'm distracted.
  • Shepard: By?
  • Kaidan: I wonder...*meaningful locked gaze with Shepard*
  • Dad: So, wait. Are these two an item??
  • Me: Yep.
  • Dad: Then what was he doing with that other chick, Miranda??
  • Me: That was just a night at the casino with a friend. Why?
  • Dad: I dunno, it just seemed...huh.
  • Me: Trust me, if he were involved romantically with Miranda, that would have been waaaaay yeah.
  • *Kaidan and Shepard cuddling on the couch*
  • Kaidan: This was great.
  • Shepard: What? Is it over?
  • Kaidan: Well...What would you suggest?
  • Me: ...we'll go with the G rated ending for the night...
  • Shepard: I can't think of anything better than this moment right now.
  • Dad: Wait, what was the other option?
  • Me: It said, "Let's get into trouble" and they would have made their way to the bedroom, gotten 'distracted' before they did, and then faded to black.
  • Dad: So why did you choose the G rating?
  • Me: To spare your virgin eyes.
  • Dad: Aw, damn. That's a shame.
  • Me: ....huh

OK! So, I finally got this done! Well, more like I kept going and here I am with another monster. sooooo enjoy?

This is for @thatonefromthatthing as my second place winner!! And it’s only the first part ^^; I overwrote once again and the second art will be out by the end of the month, if not early April. So the fluff isn’t over till this is done basically xD

Summary: Keith always wanted to join the circus - something that most kids wouldn’t dream of, but for him, it was all he thought about. Going to a circus when he was younger was his drive, but it hadn’t been any kind of circus. It had been the Legendary Voltron Circus. Now that he was out of the foster system, he set to finding it, tracking it down to a small town in the middle of nowhere. After one show, it was all it took to rekindle the flame inside of him and make him join. He accomplished his dream, but he hadn’t counted on falling for the acrobat in blue along the way.

Word Count: 6388 (no comment)


[Part 1]

Keith adjusted the strap on his bag and took the key from the hotel hostess. This was his third town in a month and after driving all day, he was exhausted. For the past few years now, he’s been skipping from one town to the next, looking for a place to belong. But when you have some crazy interests that no one really gets, it makes it hard. He was still going, though, so that counts.

He mumbled a quick thanks and headed off to his room.

To tell the truth, he was only in this town for one reason, and if it weren’t for that, he would have skipped his town entirely. There was something here that caught his interest.

The Legendary Voltron Circus.

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Easter Goodness

It’s Easter and I have slept more than 6 hours!!! Let’s write a cutey one-shot. Easter fun and de-aged Tony, cause why not.

“Miss ‘Asha! Miss Asha!” Little tiny Tony waddled as quickly as he could into the kitchen were Natasha was making a simple breakfast of eggs for them while they waited for the boys to either wake up or come back from their morning run.

It was so adorable how Tony, barely even two, was the cutest thing in the world. The red room and her line of work trained her for a lot of things, but they never trained her for the absolute adorableness that is a toddler version of Tony Stark.

“Yes Antoshka, what is it?” At this point Tony had made it next to Natasha, one hand held out to balance himself or grab the nearest surface, the other clutching something to his chest.

“I find, look.” He carefully revealed the colorful egg that he had been holding onto for dear life. Using two hands to present his new found treasure. “Wha’ is?”

“It’s an Easter Egg.” Natasha watched as Tony tried to figure out what that meant, head tilt as he contemplated the egg in his hands.

“Eas’a Egg?”

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I Despise You - Edmund x Reader

Warnings: none

Characters: Edmund Pevensie, Y/N

Setting: The Golden Age, Narnia

Summary: (requested by @alwaysinnarnia , sorry it’s late darl ❤️️) The reader is a Swordswoman/Knight of Doorn and visits Narnia, soon getting off on the wrong hand with King Edmund. She stays in Narnia and they train together, and they become friends and maybe something more…



“Land ho!” The captain of the ship called out loudly, making sure every crew member was on their feet and preparing for docking. (Y/N) stood by the hull of the ship noticing the sun off the horizon and shinning brightly in the sky, its light was directed towards Cair Paravel.

It took a few months to reach the kingdom of the Kings and Queens of Narnia and to be quite fair, it was more beautiful in person. It’s sandstone bricks were unbelievably sculpted to perfection, and its shores were as beautiful as the woods by the castle.

The vast space between the woods and the castle was clearly filled with what looked like horses and centaurs, one of them even directed their way down to the beach to welcome her to the heart of Narnia.

Coming from all the way from the island of Doorn was quite a change. Usually her older brother or sister would come to Narnia for political matters but they were both busy with both their weddings. Of course, (Y/N) thought it was ridiculous since her country’s reputation was determined and quite possibly questioned at this meeting.

It was quite cruel for her parents to send me here on such short notice, especially when she was about to be appointed as a Knight of Doorn. They do stuff like that in her father’s kingdom; there is not barrier between being male or female. That’s one of the many things (Y/N) loved about home. And she missed it over the last couple of months.

It was her first time visiting Cair Paravel; her first time aboard a ship to a place so unrealistic. This meeting took place every three years to discuss the political and economical positions of the various countries in Narnia.

Y/N made her way across the ship to the captain’s cabin, announcing congratulations and greetings to the crew members. The sun was clear and blindingly bright, not failing to fall onto her skin even through the shadows of the ship’s sails. (Y/N) paused at the railing and stared out to the land they were approaching. The high risen cliffs of Cair Paravel held its castle, the stone almost glowing in the sunlight.

It did take a while to dock the beach, but the captain made it happen and rushing out onto the land was the best feeling in the world. The sand that was stuck between her curled toes felt only natural, and the smile on her face stretched as far as it could go. Y/N had never felt so happy to see land.

“Lady Y/N! Please be careful!” The captain called out as he helped the crew unload the ship.

“Knight!” She called back, her tone joyous and unwavering. “I’m a knight; not a lady.”

“Not technically, your Highness,” he retorted.

She waved him off dismissively and gripped the hilt of her sword before a centaur approached her; its mane as dark as night.

“Lady (Y/N),” the centaur stated gracefully, lowering his head in respect. “I hope the route was easy.”

She was about to correct him for calling her a lady before the captain of the ship interrupted.

“Wulfric,” the captain greeted. “It’s wonderful to see you here.”

“Captain, it’s a pleasure. I’ll escort the Lady (Y/N). Firmain and Gael will assist you to unload the ship.”

The captain seemed relieved and shook hands with the centaur before heading off back to the ship.

“Now,” the centaur, Wulfric, called to (Y/N). “Welcome, to Cair Paravel.”


The first thing she saw was the horses. The graceful horses galloping through the thick trees and clear land. The castle’s entry was guarded, obviously, and the sound of steel upon steel was music to her ears. (Y/N) suddenly felt like she was back home.

“Is there an armoury outside of the castle?” She asked the centaur eagerly.

“Of course, there is one past the willow tree and onto your left-”

“Thank you!” She exclaimed enthusiastically before rushing off towards the tree, skipping in her steps a bit.

The centaur chuckled and patiently followed her. She’s going to be a handful, he said to himself.

As soon as (Y/N) arrived to the armoury, she noticed the training setups around her and the blacksmith to the left of the building they had. She looked around with her (E/C) coloured eyes, wide and unblinking, and she saw the sheer delight of the creatures and men who were training. She approached the blacksmith, a nice friendly man, and asked to look at their best sword.

“You must be new here,” the blacksmith stated. “Where are you from?”

“Doorn,” (Y/N) stated, admiring the sword in his hand.

The blacksmith nodded knowingly. “Oh, you’ve come for the meeting.”

She grinned in return and as he handed her the sword he added, “You seem to be a fine swords woman, my Lady (Y/N).”

“How did you-” She began, starting to become familiar with the quite heavy hilt of the sword.

“Every citizen and creature knows the lords and ladies of the Lone Islands and who rules Narrowhaven. It’s an honour you’re here.”

He bowed his head before returning to his work, leaving (Y/N) with a small smile on her face as she rushed towards an empty training space.

The railings surrounding a circular area were made of pure silver and the straw target seemed so well built. It was strange that someone but so much time an effort into building this work space.

(Y/N) knew she was supposed to be meeting the Kings and Queens of Narnia, but they arrived a bit earlier than expected. She needed to work on her fighting skills as well, there wasn’t much room to practice on the ship and every time she swung the sword she almost slashed somebody. That prevented many, many accidents.

She noticed people around her starting to gather around her space, their eyes trained on her as she took her first swing at the target. It was strong and stable, and so (Y/N) slashed across the torso of the target; twisting the sword naturally as she stopped to a halt. She heard a couple of gasps and she turned to see the creatures and humans move back to their stations hurriedly.

She shrugged and continued to work her way around the target, spinning around and stabbing the target a numerous amount of times. The sword in her hand was comforting, and gave her a strong sense of security; more than her normal sword could ever bring her.

“It seems like you know how to handle a sword,” a quite deep voice from behind her stated. She whipped around and saw a dark haired, young man. (Y/N) was caught by surprise as she studied his face. He looked at her with his soft, brown eyes that were slowly drawing her in. The freckles that decorated his cheeks and nose complemented some of his sharp features.

He was handsome, she couldn’t deny, by she didn’t put her sword down. The armour on his torso and arms could clearly be seen. The way he leaned against the silver railing seemed to fill him with pure confidence yet humbleness.

“Yes,” (Y/N) replied, her breathing started to slow from the training. “I do.”

He raised his eyebrows and approached her slowly, her eyes noticed the sword he was gripping by his side and held onto hers tighter.

“You don’t seem like you’re from around here; your techniques are different to what the soldiers are taught.”

“Yes, well where I’m from we’re taught to be quicker with our steps.”

He gave a small smile, his eyes still soft as he looked to the floor. (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows as he stepped closer, yet he stayed at a respectable distance. “Who allowed you into this training area?”

“Myself.” She replied confidently, tone unwavering.

“Well I suggest you find somewhere else to train; this is my area.”

He walked past the Swordswoman of Doorn and removed his armour, placing them off to the side. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and turned to see him remove the sword from his sheath.

“I just arrived from a three month trip to be here. I had nowhere to practice, no one to practice with and very confined space of privacy. I’d very much like it if you let me practice an extra couple of minutes.”

The young man dismissed her rant and sighed, walking towards the target. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, you see if I let you train here, people will think it’s just okay to train in a knight’s area.”

“I am a Knight,” She stated proudly, not moving her eyes from his dark ones. “A Knight of-”

“I just want to train,” he interrupted. “How about I set you up a nice practice area far away from here?”

(Y/N) scoffed, her anger getting the better of her. “If I wanted to do that, I wouldn’t need the help of an obnoxious child like you.”

He laughed, the sound giving me chills. “Please, is that the best you could do? But of course, you could do better. You’re a knight after all.”

(Y/N) was fuming. Did he even bother to know who she was? In the rush of adrenaline and anger she removed her thick vest and her original sword and threw it off to the side, leaving her in a light tunic.

“I challenge you to a duel,” (Y/N) stated with absolute confidence, lifting the blacksmith’s sword a little higher.

The dark haired boy’s laughter was quiet and he shook his head, almost to himself. “You don’t mean that.”

“Of course I do,” she challenged. “Whoever pins the other to the floor for five seconds gets the training spot for the rest of the day.”

He sighed with a hand on his hip and looked directly in her (E/C) coloured eyes, knowing that she was serious.

“Alright,” he stated, removing the target off to the side before returning to his position across of her. “Challenge accepted.”

He drew out his sword and spun it with a flawless wrist movement. As (Y/N) circled around very slowly, she tried to point out his weaknesses. Like the fact that his left foot crosses to far over his right when he’s moving around. She could use it against him and trip him, she thought, but she needed more.

The boy stepped forward first, meeting his sword with hers, creating a cross. People began to gather a cheer as (Y/N) took a step forward and with a grunt, brought her sword down to meet her opponent’s again. She could see the grin on his face, patient and full of joy as he sprinted forward and lunged.

She parried and side-stepped around him, teasing the boy by tapping her sword on his back. To her surprise, he wasn’t frustrated. He ducked as (Y/N) attempted to hit his arm and slipped through the space between her legs.

He laughed, making a strangely warm feeling come into her chest, and regained his stance behind her as she spun and lunged at him multiple times. As he parried, he took an opportunity and used his unoccupied hand to take hers. He took her under his arm, spinning her as if they were dancing yet still clashing swords.

“Let go!” (Y/N) grunted and he obeyed her. She used the opportunity to grab his opposite forearm and twist it behind his back, forcing him to let go of his sword. He grimaced slightly and after she pushed him onto his knees, the soldiers began cheering.

(Y/N) noticed how fast he was only after he swiped his foot across her ankles and knocked her down to the ground. She let out a frustrated grunt as her shoulder made contact with the ground and as quickly as anyone could blink, he had the shoulder pinned down to the floor. But (Y/N) wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

It took all of her might to throw her head back and crash it into his, sending him to fall back. She jump off the ground in a swift movement, her head starting to sting and form a bruise. She found her sword across the area and rushed towards it, gripping its hilt until her knuckles turned white. (Y/N) walked towards the dark haired boy and pointed the sword to his chest.

“It looks like-” a loud grunt escaped her mouth as he tripped her over, causing the crowd to become even louder than before. Her head made contact with the rough dirt and as she turned to look at him, he was already hovering over her; pinning her wrists by her sides.

She saw the freckles on his nose and cheeks and the flecks of gold in his eyes, his breath on her cheek felt hot and heavy.

“I win.” He whispered.

“Edmund!” A young girl appeared from the crowd, her reddish hair braided beautifully. “Oh, Aslan.”

(Y/N) frowned as she heard her and turned to her opponent, mind spinning. He couldn’t be… “King Edmund?”

“Yes.” He huffed. “Who are you?”

“(Y/N) (L/N).”

His grin grew wider. “From Doorn?”

She refused to answer him, her heart still beating fast from the challenge. King Edmund let go of her wrists and stood up, offering her a hand. Of course being the stubborn person she was, (Y/N) didn’t take it. She lifted herself up, holding the side of her injured head as she stormed out of the training area and to where the centaur Wulfric was.

“How was that?” The centaur laughed heartily.

She huffed and took a look back at the dark haired King of Narnia that was staring at her once more.

“These next few days are going to be a living hell.”

50lbs and 4in - Sidney Crosby

Requested by anon: Hi! Can you write a one shot where you are a female hockey player and you meet for the first time and team up with Sidney Crosby in a photoshoot for a charity calendar? Thanks :) Pd: Sorry for my poor english

A/N: Hey! This was such a cute idea, I loved it. It is a little short, I want to apologize for that, but I hope you enjoy it. Your English is great, btw.

Word Count: 959

Warnings: Not really, maybe a slight hockey violence, but it is cute.

Originally posted by so-hockey-eh

The metallic sound of a puck hitting the crossbar is the sound that I hate the most, it means that you were close, but it wasn’t good enough. I sighed and turn around, looking at how everyone is working on setting the big studio lights and backgrounds for the photoshoot. I wasn’t a big fan of pictures, but this time it is for a good cause, so I’ll just suck it up and do it.

When Bob Martin had called me to ask if I would pose for a charity calendar I didn’t even hesitate to say yes, but when he told me that Sidney Crosby and I went into full fangirl mode until yesterday, when the anxiousness kicked in. I have played for the Buffalo Beauts for two years now and I have never been so nervous to meet anyone.

“Sidney should be here shortly” Bob tells me, stepping on the slippery surface and struggling to get to the carpet set on the middle of the ice for the crew.

“Alright” I mutter, skating on circles and moving pucks around.

Bob starts snapping some pictures, checking on the lighting and white balance and all photography things I don’t understand when I hear the sound of blades on the ice. I look up and see Sidney Crosby in his Pittsburgh Penguins uniform and carrying a helmet on his free hand. My helmet.

“Hello everyone” he greets the crew, shaking everyone’s hand and taking the time to ask for names and thank them for taking the time to help.

I look at my feet, moving them forward and backwards without moving from my spot on the ice before Sidney turns around and skates towards me.

“(y/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you” he stretches his arm and take off my glove to shake his hand.

“The pleasure is all mine, Sidney” I say, trying to hold the fangirl inside from embarrassing myself too much.

“I’m gonna sound like a crazy fan, but the goal you scored against the Riveters. That goal should be in the top 3 of this season’s best hockey goals” he says and my face heats up “but don’t tell Phil that I’ve said that or he will kill me”

“You watch the NWHL?” I ask in disbelief. We have been trying to get recognition for years and having NHL players watch our games would be a great start to make hockey a sport for both women and men equally.

“It started as a guys’ night with Phil and Geno, but the whole team is addicted by now” he tells me and I look at him, clearly surprised “we all root for the Riveters, for obvious reasons”

“I’ll tell Amanda that you have said that the next time I see her” I say and he nods.

“Okay guys, let’s get this done” Bob yells at us and we turn to look at him “We are gonna do a few shoots on the ice and then some in formal wear” he informs us.

We keep it professional at first, posing as Bob tells us and getting some good basic pictures of us on the ice, handling the puck or shooting at net… and then everything goes insane when Sidney decides that it would be a great idea to get a picture of me falling and hooks his stick on my skates, making me trip. And then it is just war, squirting each other with the water bottles, slapping each other with the sticks and me trying to check him against the boards and failing miserably.

“I’m sorry, honey. You are going to need to gain at least fifty pounds and grow four inches to have a chance of checking me” he chuckles.

Oh, he has awakened the beast. Don’t play those games with me, Crosby, I think while I start to skate around, gaining speed before charging against his body, making him fall on his side.

“I think that I have the cover of the calendar” Bob looks at us laughing and turns the screen he has set up so we can see the picture he has just taken.

“That is a badass picture” Sidney says, still lying on the ice and I agree with him.

The lighting of the picture gives it a dramatic effect; it actually looks like I’m hitting him as any male player would.

“Just don’t tell anyone that I needed to do a couple laps before having enough speed to make him fall” I propose and everyone burst into laughter.

“Alright, alright, we’ll keep that to ourselves” Bob promises and Sidney pouts a little before getting on his feet “now, you two go change while we move all of this to the improvised set”

We nod and skate out of the rink, each one of us walking to our locker room to get change. It takes a while for me to get ready, since I don’t only need to change my clothes but also put some makeup on and fix my hair up a little. The dress is a bottle green velvet wrap up dress with thin straps. It is slightly over the knee and paired with high heels makes my legs look longer than they really are. I walk out of the locker room and make my way to the set up Bob has improvised.

“Oh wow, someone cleans up nicely” Bob yells at me and I give him a shy smile.

“Thank you” I whisper, walking towards Sidney and standing by his side.

“You ok?” he asks, his voice low.

“I feel more comfortable wearing the pads, uniform and skates than a dress and high heels” I confess, slightly embarrassed.

“Well, for what it is worth, you look amazing wearing both”


Imagine this.

Jen is scrolling through his feed the entire day waiting for Misha’s tweet. And gets antsy because where the hell was Misha’s greeting? Misha was on his phone almost the whole day, but no greeting whatsoever came. Everyone in the crew has greeted him already and he’s getting all impatient. Then he looks over and Misha’s smiling when looking at his phone, so he too, refreshed his feed waiting for THAT tweet. Then Misha greets Ron Howard. He should have expected that. But he’d probably be lying if he say he wasn’t… Because he was.. IS jealous. But then again he thought that with age, he’d be mature enough about it so he retweets Misha’s, ending it with that emoticon he learned from Kathryn a year ago.

And then he thought maybe it would be different this year; maybe there’d be no greeting. So he tries to wrap up the greetings (and his birthday) by saying thanks in general, to everyone. He’s a drama queen about this, but he thinks it’s probably mostly Dean in him doing the drama, so he feels entitled.

But then he looked over (because he likes looking at Misha, okay?) and there’s Misha in all his misty blue eyed glory looking at him, smiling that smile he wears when he thinks he had just one-upped Jensen. Then he refreshed his feed and there it is. The one he’d been waiting for. The one he’d got stuck in the shoot location for. Of course, he was waiting for it. And he doesn’t have much brain to hands filter of course, so he responds to Misha, as he always does. He loves it, the jokes, the sarcasm, and the effort Misha makes to make him feel singled out, to make him feel extra special (no matter what Misha says, he’s pretty sure all those greetings and photo editing were an exposition to HIS birthday greeting). So he types, “Aaaaand there it is.” Then he smiles.


He reads the tweet again, laughs a bit at how ridiculous he feels (and looks), puts his phone down and stands up, calling over to a now walking away Misha, “I’ll show you brick pants!”

Cupcakes (Anthony Ramos x Reader)




This is literally my first smutty thing I’m sorry world

Triggers: Smut

Ship: Anthony Ramos x Reader

“Oh, fuck me!” You shouted as you were pushed against a wall, lips attacking your neck while hands unbuttoned your blouse. You didn’t remember how you ended up here but damn did it feel great.

Sighing, you eyed the clock above the door. Only 15 more minutes until you could go leave work and meet you boyfriend at the theatre where he worked. You frowned, leaning against the counter and placing your head in your hands.

You heard a chuckle next to you and glanced over to see your coworker and friend, Robin, looking at you from where they wiped down the counter. “What?”

“You look so bored.” They looked up and it clock, which hadn’t seemed to move. “Why don’t you head off early? It’s not that busy and I’ll cover for you.”

You perked up a bit at the suggestion. “Really? Are you sure?” They nodded and you pulled them into an excited hug. “Thank you! You’re amazing.”

They laughed. “As long as you know. Tell Ant I said Happy Birthday.”

You chuckled and nodded. “Will do.” You went to the staff locker room and grabbed your purse and jacket, sliding the jacket on before making your way back to the front. “Thanks again.”

“No problem. Have fun.” You nodded and with that, you stepped out of the cafe into the cold fall of Manhattan, New York. It was the day after Halloween but it seemed the city transformed over night. Halloween decorations had already been taken down and people were already starting to hang up Christmas decorations. You smiled and you started down the street, looking around. You had always been in love with the city and stepping into a cupcake shop, you remembered all the beautiful memories you had made since you moved here, including the hot day you walked into a crowded pizzeria on 46th St to get a soda last year and met a certain freckled man. After tripping over his words a bit, he invited you out for coffee the next day.

Smiling at the memory, you payed for a chocolate cupcake and left to make your way to the theatre. You walked up to the stage door and knocked, smiling as the stage door manager opened the door. “Hey, (Y/N)!” They greeted as you stepped in. “You here for Anthony?”

You nodded. “What song are they on?”

“They just started Who Tells Your Story”

“Thanks!” You smiled at them and made your way to the dressing room Anthony shared with Daveed and Oak.You set your purse and bag with the cupcake down on the coffee table and layed down on the couch, using Daveed’s Thomas Jefferson pillow for a few minutes until the boys came into room.

“Ayyyy! (Y/N)’s here! Its lit!” Daveed shouted when he saw you, pulling off his beige coat. You threw his pillow at him, causing Oak to laugh and give you a high five.

Anthony walked over and leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Hey babe. I like the the skirt.”

“Hey Papí Ramos.” You smirked, using the nickname you and Robin came up with as Daveed and Oak started cackling. “Happy Birthday. I brought you a cupcake. I am going to wait for you guys to get changed outside, okay?”

Anthony chuckled and nodded, a bit red. “Alright.”

“See ya in a bit Daddy Diggs, Father Oak.” You winked as you stepped outside. You greeted the crew and cast as they passed by, some- like Javier- stopping to talk to you and catch up.

After about 15 minutes, Daveed and Oak stepped out of the room, Daveed fistbumping you. “See ya in a bit, Mommy (Y/N).” Oak said, walking off with Daveed. You chuckled, walking back into the dressing room as Ant was pulling on a shirt.

“”Hey, everyone’s going off to eat and chill before tonight’s show so its kinda just us.” He said, giving you a cute smile. “Is that okay?”

“Its awesome.” You grinned, picking up the bag and pulling the cupcake box out. “Tada!” You sang softly as you opened the box.

“What, no candles?”

You faked a gasp. “I find your lack of faith in my discouraging! Check my purse.” Opening your purse, Anthony pulled out a small box of birthday candles. “I can’t believe you doubted me.”

“I’m sorry, mamí.” He apologised, taking out a candle and sticking it in the candle before going to get a lighter.

“Damn right you’re sorry.” You mumbled as he lit the candle and then sat on the couch. “Wait, why the hell are you sitting down?”

“So I can be comfortable?” He answered, slightly confused.

“Nope.” You shook your head. “You’re standing up so if I decide I want to smash this cupcake against you, I won’t mess up the couch.”

He chuckled and nodded, standing in front of you. “Alright, alright. Better?”

“Much,” you said, before holding the cupcake in front of him with both hands. “Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to my weird yet still sexy boyfriend. Happy Birthday to you.” You smiled as he laughed and placed one hand over yours to blow out the candle, allowing the other to rest on your hip.

“Thanks.” He pulled his hand of the cupcake, accidentally getting some frosting on his finger. “Oh shit.”

“I got it.” You said, quickly placing the cupcake on the table and taking his finger into your mouth, sucking off the frosting. He watched you, keeping his hand on your hip. He wasn’t sure what it was but something about this was getting to him and it showed. Looking up, an idea popped into your mind and took his finger out of your mouth. “Is everything alright Anthony?”

“Y-yeah. Everything’s fine, babe.” He stuttered out, causing you to smirk and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Sweetie,” You whispered, leaning up into his ear. “Everything’s not fine, is it? You’re really hot right now, aren’t you?” You pulled away and looked at his red face. “Poor Papí R-” You were cut off as he pulled you into a feverish kiss. “Oh, fuck me!” You shout as he pushed you against a wall, kissing your neck harshly as he unbuttoned your blouse. Or attempted to at least.

“Dammit!” He shouted as fumbled again, finally getting the shirt off before hiking your skirt up and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his hips and grinded into him slightly, drawing a groan from him, making you grin. “Fuck. You’re a cheeky little thing, ya know that?” You hummed and rolled your hips against his once again, getting another groan out of him. He brought his lips to your neck again and began kissing, leaving marks here and there. You brought your hands up, placing one on his shoulder as the other tangled in his hair. You were about to roll your hips again when you felt him moved your soaked underwear and slide a finger inside of you.

“Oh, fuck me Anthony!” You shouted, gripping tighter as he wiggled his finger around in you slowly.

“I’m trying to.” He mumbled against your neck, adding a second finger as you bucked against him. “God, I need you. Now.”

“Please.” You pleaded.

He nodded. “Couch.” He set you down and immediately start unbuckling his pants. You wobbled a bit before turning to lock the door. “Good idea.” He said, pulling off his boxers, revealing his erection.

“Yeah, I happen to have a few of those. Lay down.” Anthony raised an eyebrow. “You heard me. Lay down.” He chuckled and did as told, placing his head against the armrest, not wanting to get on your bad side.

Tiptoeing across the room, you picked up a belt that was hanging on a hanger.

“(Y/N), what’s that?” Anthony asked as you walked back over.

“Hush…” You glared slightly at him before bringing his arms over his head and wrapping the belt around his wrists and a coat rack next to the couch. “Bite me.”

“I might.” He threatened, glancing up at his bonds as you went over to your purse and pulled out a tube of lipstick. “(Y/N)?”

“Didn’t I say hush?” You asked over your shoulder as you made your way to the mirror. You leaned against the table and turned so you could still see Anthony squirming behind you before you opened the lipstick with an audible ‘pop’. Anthony turned his head toward you and it took all the power in you not to smirk as you carefully began applying the dark red cosmetic. “What’s wrong, Anthony?” You rubbed your lips together carefully before puckering and shooting him a wink through the mirror. His eyes widened slightly and he watched as you slowly unzipped your skirt. You made your way over to him and kneeled down, pressing a kiss to his cheek, pleased and a tad smug when you pulled away when you saw a mark. “This is going to be fun…”

You began pressing kisses down his neck and torso, recoating your lips whenever it would begin to fade. You stopped once you reached his base and glanced up. “P-please.” He whimpered.

You smirked and bit your lip, bringing your face up to his before slowly shaking your head. “Nope.” You pecked his lips and stood up, picking up your blouse and skirt before redressing. You picked up the cupcake and took a bite, turning to Anthony. “This is good, want some?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He glared back.

“Suit yourself!” You grinned, taking another bite. “I’m gonna go join Daddy Diggs and Father Oaks. Bye!”

Red and Blue

I got a few requests for something along these lines; again, I’m still struggling to write smutty things involving real people. Rather than not write those requests at all, I’m just gonna allude to the shenanigans that follow.

Sebastian always was a sucker for you in a red dress (1,570 words; Sebastian x Reader; Alluding to some smut; post break-up sex, hair pulling, language)

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Daughter  Jared Leto Imagine

Requested by Anonymous
Words: 5,382
Triggers/Warnings: Explicit language
Note: I’m so sorry to take so long to write it, I’ve been having writer’s block lately. I’m also sorry for naming the main character in this one, but I really needed. Feel free to insert your own name, I don’t mind at all. | Especial thanks to @jayded-dreams for helping me with the allergy stuff, you’re awesome hun <3

An AU where Jared has a daughter in 1997 at the sweet age of 25, being married for 2 years.

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Logan finished polishing his bike and dropped the rag, inspecting the work he’d done. Aside from a handful of permanent scratches on the metal, he was satisfied with the finish; he stood up with a light groan, knees creaking. The squatting position required for motorcycle washing was less than ideal.

He’d arrived from one of his “journeys“ merely a few hours beforehand and still had his backpack with him. The plan was to stick around for a few days, a week at most, before going for another long ride. After all, he was tired, not injured.

Judging by the rising sun peeking through the garage window, it was roughly around 5AM. He could crash on the couch for at least an hour and then move to sleep in one of the guest rooms when the rest of the house started awakening. Charles already knew he was here, and the rest would figure it out eventually. He’d greet the crew formally once he’d gotten some sleep.

Logan heard the door creak and looked up. Who could possibly be up this early?

Stingue | Hold onto your Treasure

I asked the lovely kkumri for a commission (her commissions and requests are closed) and she did an amazing job that I had to write a fic based off it it and so here it is. It’s a bit late to write the fic after she finished the drawing but I had school and what not. Enjoy~

Treasure hunting is the goal of any living pirate. Search for that treasure, get fame and fortune and live luxuriously. The journey is always a long one, but the end product is worth it. Treasure can have many different meanings but it’s the happiness when finding the treasure that counts, right?

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Blinded By the Lights | Jay & Riane

The young man walked into set, taking deep breaths to calm his nerves. His agent managed to book him an audition months ago - his first real job that wasn’t just as “Bystander #5” or some random cashier at a Mcdonald’s commercial. He still couldn’t believe he made it through though, not that he thought he did too bad, but it was just that out of all the other ones who auditioned, he was the one chosen for this role. What’s more, he was going to get to work with the Riane Anglin, a young star much like himself - the only difference being that she’s starred in blockbuster movies.

“Okay, you can do this, Jay,” he muttered to himself, “Who knows, you might surprise them with what talent you have. You’re gonna get to prove that you belong in front of the camera.” He clasped his hands together after that pep talk, walking straight in and started greeting some of the crew, who turned but looked confused. Turns out he had walked into the wrong set.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, running out and looking for the right building - now he was just gonna be late for his first day on the job. Great.

Some Added Help: Another Gun for Hire or Something More? (Closed RP)

“Welcome aboard,” a crew hand greeted the girl as she walked up. “You might be the one that the captain hired.” He personally didn’t know why she was hired, but he nor the crew were likely to complain about it. Another hand was always appreciated.

“Come, I’ll bring you to the captain.” He guided the girl through the busy deck and over to a door. He knocked on it, only for a short girl with an eyepatch on to greet them. “Ello.” She looked up to the other girl, “ah, you must be the new girl.” She said.


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“Where is she?” Came Harry’s sudden question, causing most everyone in the room to jump at his unexpected presence. He had marched in with a purpose and his features displayed his dedication to whoever he was searching for.
“Harry! We weren’t expecting you until tomorrow,” one of your managers shook her head with astonishment, her business conversation with another manager put off to the side at the sight of your husband.
“I caught an earlier flight,” Harry simply explained as he paused next to the woman addressing him, “where is she?”
“Oh, uh, it seems she’s locked herself in the bathroom,” your manager informed with a roll of her eyes, “Y/F’s been trying to get her to come out all afternoon and she won’t budge. Mind giving it a try? She has a show in two hours, so we kinda need her to wrap it up.”
“Well, that may be a little hard considering her state, Y/M,” Harry furrowed his eyebrows at the woman before him before shaking his head in utter disappointment and turning to make his way towards the direction your manger had said you were. He was greeted by your crew members and a few others as he made his way to the bathroom you had locked yourself in hours previously. Your friend had been in the midst of using gentle, coaxing words to lull you out of your hiding place when Harry softly urged her away from the door, offering a sympathetic smile as he did so.
“Has she said anything?” Harry inquired, his fist pausing in mid air as he went to knock on the door that separated you from the rest of the world.
“No,” your good companion frowned and shook her head, “just a lot of crying and asking to be left alone. She’s got a show in-”
“Two hours, I know. We’ll see how she’s feeling,” Harry patiently nodded as his knuckles went to harshly tap on the bathroom door, “Y/N, love… It’s Harry; let me in, yeah?”
“What are you doing here?” Came your delayed response as you sat hunched over on the toilet seat cover.
“Never mind that,” Harry shook his head at your inquiry, “let me in, babe. C’mon.”
“I can’t,” you shook your head as you inhaled sharply, trying to clean up before Harry would inevitably be let in.
“Why not?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows at the door he had stood in front of, hoping you hadn’t done anything rash.
“I’m,” you trailed off as you rushed to clear your face, “busy.”
“Doing what?” Harry asked, making you roll your eyes in the process.
“Nothing,” you sighed as you unlocked the door and went back to what you had originally entered the bathroom for. Harry’s figure came through the door as you cleared your throat and proceeded to quietly apply the bases for your makeup look.
“Then what’s with shutting yourself up?” Harry inquired as you glanced at his features in the mirror you had previously gone to stand in front of.
“Didn’t you have a lunch or something?” You changed the subject, not wanting to have to explain yourself for the umpteenth time.
“Don’t change the subject,” Harry warned with a slight tilt of his head, “what happened?”
“Nothing, I just,” your voice failed to continue as your hands rubbed together, traces of lotion still on them.
“Babe, it’s me,” Harry’s shoulders sunk behind you as you refused to make eye contact with Harry, settling for staring down at your hands as tears welled up before your eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, given the fact that your tone would crack before you would most likely start sobbing. You could only shake your head in silence as you put up a fight against the tears that had plagued you since you had woke up much earlier.
“I’m just tired,” you finally choked out before your eyebrows furrowed as you turned to your husband, your arms extending to meet Harry in a tight embrace. Your face gradually became damp once more as you let the tears drop from your eyes.
“Y/N,” Harry trailed off just as you felt his palm against the back of your head, pushing you closer to his chest. You deeply inhaled and were instantly comforted by Harry’s familiar scent.
“I have no friends or family around, Harry,” you wept.
“You have me,” Harry trailed off, his other hand going to gently rub your back.
“You’ve only been here a grand total of three hours… I’m sure I’ll be fine in a few minutes… I’m just so tired.”
“Go on,” Harry urged, knowing how much it helped your emotional state to vent to someone.
“I’m constantly tied up with business or preparing,” you paused to inhale, “I’m getting bigger and bigger every day now, so they have me working out even more than ever and I’m on a gross, healthy diet so I won’t gain as much weight but I’m pregnant, Harry. It seems like I’m hungry all the time, now, and healthy food does not satisfy the cravings I get. I just want a really good burger… I’m a mess and I’m a whale and they expect me to go out and perform like I’m not.”
“Then come back home, baby,” Harry stated, exhaling as you wept on his chest.
“I can’t just cancel the tour,” you shook your head as you wiped at your nose.
“Sure you can,” Harry laughed, “if you feel so negatively, take your maternity leave earlier.”
“People’ve paid for their dates, already,” you reasoned, “I couldn’t do that to them.”
“They’ll understand,” Harry assured as you felt his hold on you slightly tighten.
“No, I couldn’t; I just have a month left, anyways,” you shook your head once again as you pulled away from Harry, “I can suck it up and work… I just… it gets a little hard, you know?”
“I can’t even imagine performing at almost four months along,” Harry shook his head at you as he stared at your features, “and I’m sorry but I’m going to have to ask you to take your maternity leave after this show.”
“Harry,” you trailed off, tilting your head at Harry as you did so.
“No, Y/N,” Harry cut you off with a shake of his head, “when you said you could do it, I was a little doubtful because pregnancy can be pretty tough on women and I wasn’t sure you’d be able to make it this far. The morning sickness was bad enough but you’re starting to get into the months when you’ll be out of energy faster than usual.”
“But I can do it,” you began with a reassuring shake of your head.
“I don’t think that you can, love,” Harry frowned at you as your hand settled on your hip, “you’re sitting in the bathroom crying and stressing about your day to day tasks. I think it’s time you take mercy on your body and our developing child, and go home.”
“See? This is why I didn’t want to tell you,” you sighed as you began packing your lotions and primers.
“Y/N, are you forgetting you’re carrying our baby, yet you’re willing to cause harm to him or her and yourself?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows at you as you shook your head.
“We’ll both be fine; my body’s used to the stress of this sort of lifestyle,” you explained, “even the doctor said it would be alright.”
“But do you feel alright? I mean, really; do you feel you’re in a happy, healthy state of mind?” Harry questioned.
“I feel tired,” you paused as you glanced at Harry in the mirror, “but I can handle it.”
“Babe, I’m asking you nicely to please just finish this show and come home,” Harry sighed as he tilted his head with disappointment, “we’ll get you your burger and have some off time at home.”
“I don’t want to disappoint everyone, though,” you wrinkled your nose as your hands sunk to your sides.
“Babe,” Harry seemed to chuckle to himself as his hands went to rest on your shoulders, “you’re four months along, okay? I don’t think anyone has the right to be disappointed in you for rescheduling or refunding.”
“But you know they will anyways,” you frowned as your gaze went to your hands, once again.
“Then to hell with them,” Harry’s eyebrows furrowed as his arms slipped around your torso before his chin gently pressed on your shoulder, “you should come home.”
“I just wanted a good burger,” your features pinched as you turned for Harry to hug you, once again.
“I know, love,” Harry lightly chortled above you, his arms securely wrapping around your body, “we’ll get you one on our way home, yeah?”
“… Okay,” you finally gave in with a sniffle. You supposed Harry had some sense in way he was saying. Things would only get more difficult the more you grew and you had a feeling you would be getting much larger quite soon. So, in the end, you were able to finish a last show before Harry took you home; not forgetting your burger with curly fries, of course.

{A/N: Not edited, will do soon. I apologize for my lack of posts, guys! It’s been a busy week and I haven’t been able to write much but I’m hoping to be able to write a bit more through the weekend. Thank you for reading and don’t forget to have a positive day!}

I Gotta Have You ♡ Normily

Emily had on a crop top, a pair of cut off jean shorts and her combat boots. She was glad that it was warm enough weather that she could finally wear her crop tops that she’d been dying to wear for a while now. She walked on set of The Walking Dead while greeting the crew, she missed the set and everyone she had gotten close to. So when she saw everyone it was like being back. Chandler gave her a hello after Andy, and she waved at them both. Emily would have stopped to talk longer if she wasn’t needing to see Norman right now. It wasn’t a major emergency but she did need to see him either way. When she walked into his trailer and saw what he was wearing, she sighed softly. That damn shirt would be the death of her and she knew it. “Hey.” She smiled, going over to kiss him before setting her stuff down on the floor. “I brought you something for when you’re done working.” She pulled out a bottle of beer for him, a small grin on her face. “Since you’re working so hard.”