oh my god tumblr took it


This took me two days i wanna cry oh my god but it was worth it.. enjoy~


a man who fell from the s t a r s  ||  click this to choose which fmab gif I should do next

oh look, i tried to draw revali (I’m still recovering from the suicide attempt, as my body is still weak, so that’s why i don’t like the outcome of the picture)

Okay! One of my life goals has finally been accomplished! I finally drew Revali!

Okay, okay… okay… okay…. I am a horrible artist when it comes to birds, as they’ve always been my weakness, but lORDY JESUS THIS PICTURE TOOK IT’S SWEET TIME TO PISS ME OFF

The picture closed on itself without me saving more times than I can count. It doesn’t do it with ANY other picture I drew, just with this one! it’stauntingme

Anyways, have a horribly drawn Revali! 

@sonicmega tagging you because…. do I really need to explain?

(before anyone goes berserk on me, i don’t have a watermark for my tumblr so i use my deviantart watermark)


              “Was there music playing? She’d forgotten. The world had shrunk into nothing, dissolved by the golden glow of candles. But there were her feet, and here was her arm, and her neck, and her mouth. She smiled and took his hand, still keeping one eye on the ball around them.”

                            - throne of glass

here it is! finally! my doraelin piece!! :D I’m so excited to finally post it <3 the ballroom scene from the first book is such a personal fave. everything is so perfect and fairytale-esque, I had to paint it! (plus, there’s an illegal lack of doraelin fanart smh) hope you all enjoy it!! <3<3<3 (prints: s6 | RB)

When You Fail To Be 3

*Clears throat* Hello.

Been a long, time, how are you? Good? Yeh? Ok,done with small talk. Part three of this fic and please remember that this is basedon @kaxpha​ ‘s Humand Healing Pod Au (that it is still my baby and fave) and yeah! 

Part one ( http://bleusarcelle.tumblr.com/post/158417469204/when-you-fail-to-be ) and two (http://bleusarcelle.tumblr.com/post/158041999649/when-you-fail-to-be-2 )

That’s it from me! Kay, bye! 

Ps. Oh my god I really hope it’s good enough at least to read. I mean, ugh, whatever, take it, bye. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and neither does the AU.

Four weeks and a half.

That’s how long it took before Lance could be even able to stand up without anyone’s help.

The entire Team has been in high alert ever since he woke up, one of them always close enough, “just in case” as they called it. Lance would scoff every time someone told him that.

Everyone except Shiro.

The head of Voltron has been keeping his distance for weeks now. He had settled himself into watching from a distance the interactions between his team as they fussed over the healing Blue Paladin.

Even now, Shiro would stay behind the group whenever they trained or tried a bonding exercise. He knows most of the team had noticed, especially Lance if the confused and hurt glances he keeps sending him mean anything to go by.

Shiro doesn’t pick up the bait. He continues his way and keeps his distance.

‘I know what you’re doing.’ Keith’s voice from a week ago echoes inside him as he walks down the hallway, ‘And I’m telling you right now, this is not the right way to address the problem, Shiro.’

Shiro had ignored him, saying that he was the leader and he knew better. He knew what he was doing. Keith had only huffed annoyed at his answer and left the room without a word.

Shiro shakes his head, trying to brush those thoughts away and continues his way towards his Lion’s haggar. It is only when he hears muffled complaining near him that he raises his head in confusion and his eyes turn towards the training room door.

He can easily catch through the clear glass the two small figures inside the room and it’s not long before he recognizes the bright colors of their blue and yellow gym clothes.

Shiro’s changing his direction before he even acknowledges what he’s doing.

As soon as he steps inside, his gray eyes immediately fall on the two teens in the middle of the room, both of the on the floor and their training clothes wet from the sweat dripping from them. Hunk is pushing Lance’s hands away from the superficial cut on his right shoulder and Lance’s finger tips are barely glowing, only increasing when the fingers get closer to Hunk’s dark skin.

Shiro can only react.


The snap is so sudden and sharp that makes both teens to freeze on the spot.

Lance blinks, surprise and confusion filling his tired blue eyes as he stares at the sudden gloved hand wrapped around his wrist, faintly noticing the tight grip on it.

The brunet unconsciously tugs his wrist away from the hold but Shiro’s grip just tightens. Lance then offers a smile, small and unsure, as he meets eyes with his leader.

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Why didn’t B.A.P win any shows for Wake Me Up?

my thoughts on a question nobody asked me but have them anyway lmao


  • not enough people streaming on melon. literally this is the main one
  • maybe could stream a bit more on youtube?
  • needed more people voting live and for pre-votes
  • I can’t think of any more hmm did I mention melon streaming??


  • very rushed promotions to squeeze it in before the tour: only 2-3 weeks instead of the usual 4 (and usually groups don’t/can’t win in the first week of promotions anyway, so that only left around one week of being on shows in which we had a chance of winning)
  • I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s TS’s fault, but generally, fewer people tend to buy physical single albums than full or mini albums because they’re essentially paying the same price for less (eg rose was the first time I bought a B.A.P single album), but actually rose is so far their second highest-selling single album, which is pretty impressive 

things out of our control:

  • tough competition: comeback at the same time as other groups with better melon streaming / larger korean fanbases
  • music bank and music core being cancelled during the first week of promotions. mucore doesn’t have a winner anymore, but mubank was arguably our best chance at winning after the show, and because the first ep was cancelled, that was shown during the second week (whereas if that ep was a new one from the 2nd week then we could have possibly had a chance of winning), and then that was it, promotions over…
  • changes to how winners are chosen on the show: no more tudou streaming and I think no more laifeng votes? still not exactly sure what they are, but before we could collect our strength and buy them points on the show (as dumb as it sounds) and spend ages doing extra streaming on a website that kept crashing and deleting views, but now the show cares more about melon streaming too (like the other music shows) (do u see how important digital streaming is)

but don’t let that make you sad! from what I’ve personally seen, the general reaction (both fans and not) to wake me up / rose has been more hyped and impressed than it has probably since matrix. B.A.P have said they have more comebacks scheduled for this year, so hopefully we’ll be able to get them what they deserve next time.

PS: people sometimes compare B.A.P’s youtube views to other groups, where we usually don’t do as well. then there’s the usual topic of some fans leaving and moving to other groups during the hiatus etc etc etc……. well actually, our youtube views aren’t really that different from pre-hiatus? I remember when 1004 (their main breakthrough and at the height of their career back then) was released on the 3rd of february, jongup’s wish was for the mv to reach 1 million views by his birthday on the 6th - 3 days later and it still didn’t reach 1 million. on the other hand, wake me up reached 2.25 million views in around 5 and a half days. with the explosion of kpop in the last couple of years, some groups enjoy immense success on a whole new scale. our achievements only seem inferior if we compare them to others - let’s focus on ourselves and see how far both B.A.P and we as fans have come, and think about how we can continue to go forward!

PPS: nice things I’ve noticed recently (last few months since noir/skydive): 

  • more content creators in the fandom making things: more gifsets, graphics, fics etc
  • said content getting more recognition
  • a sense of humour! crack blogs, more people making funny videos and text posts and funny edits
  • honestly I keep finding new B.A.P blogs to follow - more people joining the fandom or existing fans choosing to take more part in the fandom on tumblr!
  • fans on tumblr interacting more with each other! through networks or just starting to talk to each other on here :D
  • B.A.P trended on tumblr for yongguk and himchan’s birthdays!
  • himchan and youngjae gaining more recognition in general these days
  • keep it up guys I love you all

i saw someone point out that jounouchi’s flame swordsman was a fusion monster and ever since ive wondered if he actually ever reads the cards,,


fishymomdraws  asked:


~ @fishymomdraws HEHE ♥ Oh please just look at THIS POST i’m still laughing at it pwahhahhhh

anonymous asked:

*cracks knuckles and opens my YOI rec list* my time has come (sorry it's gonna be long. All AO3 links). /10249196 yuri is a ghost and victor and yuuri are his assigned grim reapers (9k); /9420221 yuuri's life in St Pets is spread between four languages (7k); /8884927 Kimi no Na wa AU aka body switch au (21k); /8979217 fanboy yurio. HILARIOUS (1k); /8976517 sick yuuri fic. victor and yurio to the rescue (20k); /8770105 victor loses his cool and yuuri helps him find it. phichit is LOVE (3k);(1)

/8905834 where victor is a regular at yuuri’s bookstore and always looks like a hobo. yuuri is unimpressed(6k); /8965381 hanahaki disease au. IT HAS A GOOD END AND I CRY IN JOY(20k); /9137038 space au. just, space au(21k); /9064348 sports au in space. amaze(22k); /8756341 yuuri and victor get married. multimedia fic(8k); /8873695 corporate roommates au. slow burn(8k); /8808556 Phichit and Chris’ Great Selfie War(1k); /9925166 gossip goes wild and apparently now yuuri hates victor???(11k); (2)

(3) /8695081 social media’s reactions through the show (aka yuuri’s fans are Good) (12k); /9257756 amnesia au with aCTUAL HEALTHY COMMUNICATION bless (4k); /9238709 Yakov coaches Yuuri while Victor is away. based on That One Comic. poor Yuuri lmao (1k); /9149977 where victor is half rusalka and yuuri lives in a horror movie (but doesn’t die, thank god) (17k); /9213884 where victor and yuuri talk through flower language (8k). and okay yeah i’m stopping now oops hahahhh HAPPY READING

Oh! My! GOD!!! You are a literal doll!! I love you so much anon!! Thank you for all the beautiful fic recs! I will worship you literally forever omg <3

It took a while, but I made a handy dandy list with links and everything for all my beautiful followers!! Lemme know if any of the links are broken or anything!

I tried my best to find all the tumblrs for all the authors as well, but I am still missing a few. So if you guys know any of the missing tumblrs, or if you notice I tagged the wrong tumblr in any of them, please don’t hesitate to let me know!

Make sure to give them all some love, and don’t forget to leave reviews for them if you can <3

  • 185/120 by RC_McLachlan (@rcmclachlan​) -  Yakov isn’t paid enough for this shit.
  • a great desire to love by lily_winterwood (@omgkatsudonplease) -  For some strange, inexplicable, fantastic reason, Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov are trading places. Kimi no Na wa AU.
  • Blue Petals, Silver Thorns by Grassepi (@grassepi) - When Yuuri Katsuki is eight years old, the worlds of dance and ice collide and call to him, ceaselessly echoing through his thoughts every second of the day. He can see the picture of his life so clearly in his mind- there’s the blue sky above, there’s black-winged gulls cawing in the mornings, there’s katsudon for dinner and there’s ice beneath his feet. All he can imagine in his future is a life of skating.When Yuuri Katsuki is twenty-two, he is supposed to die.
  • cover story by fan_nerd (@wbtrashking​) - Corporate roommates au.
  • fresh off the presses by fan_nerd (@wbtrashking) - Based on his book selections, Yuuri’s not sure if this regular is a horny pervert, a cop, or a nerd.Victor is weird and eccentric, and the bookkeeper is pretty sure that the man has never come in with his hair combed.
  • he meets me where i am by rire (@lotorlance​) - Something gold catches the light, drawing his attention. There’s a gold ring on Victor’s ring finger. “Ah,” Yuuri says, his heart giving a last squeeze, a futile reminder of the silly crush he once had. “Congratulations on your marriage,” he says, as cheerily as he can.In which Yuuri gets into an accident that wipes his memory of everything that happened after his first Grand Prix, Yurio and Victor help him retrace his journey, and Yuuri rediscovers himself along the way.
  • I see the universe in your eyes by fangirlandiknowit (@fangirlandiknowit101) - Space AU.
  • in the spaces between by sixpences (@thetwoguineabook) -  Yuuri’s life in St Petersburg is spread between four languages.
  • Instagram is Not an Ice Rink by ladanse (@bollywood-and-phoenix-feather​) - Phichit’s phone buzzes. christophe-gc has posted a new photo, it tells him. When he thumbs the screen, it brightens to reveal a shot of Christophe Giacometti, lounging on a bench, wearing nothing but a Speedo and his skates. greetings from your local king of selfies, says the caption.Phichit doesn’t actually know Chris - not personally. He has nothing to prove. But Phichit is also, categorically, a competitive little shit, and he knows he can do better.So it begins.
  • katsuki_fc by tetsurashian - Just because Yuuri isn’t big on social media, doesn’t mean his fans aren’t. (aka a social media fic)
  • Rival Reflections by aceklaviergavin (@aceyuurikatsuki) -  yurio keeps posters of yuuri to always fill him with anger
  • Stargazer by Fahye (@fahye) - royalty sports au in space.
  • Stupidly Happy With You by qwartooty (@qwartooty) -  in which Yurio means well, Viktor loses his cool, and Yuuri helps him find it
  • The Fundamentals of Caring by braveten (@braveten) - In which Yuuri is sick, and Viktor takes care of him.
  • the language of flowers by liliths - FLORIOGRAPHY — (noun) The language of flowers, sometimes called floriography, is a means of cryptological communication through the use or arrangement of flowers. Origin: Latin floris (flowers). In which Victor and Yuuri inspire each other through Victorian flower language. Alternate universe.
  • the merry-go-round of life by fireblazie (@fireblazie) - It is 1998, and Yuri is dead.—In which Yuri is a ghost, and Yuuri and Viktor are the grim reapers assigned to help him cross over before his soul fades away into nothingness.
  • the warmest part of winter by dadvans (@dadvans​) -  The wedding is in early February, right after Yuri comes home to Yuuri and Victor’s crumbling farmhouse in upstate New York from the European Championships with a gold medal around his neck. They’ve been in the process of restoring the dilapidated barn out back and turning it into a fully functional dance studio, and the fire marshall has finally approved it for occupation without fear of the whole thing coming down all at once and crushing a half dozen elite figure skaters to death at any given moment. Which is perfect, considering they’ve been planning on holding the reception in the barn, and finding a last minute venue would be a goddamn nightmare, especially since Victor has obsessively planned the entire event down to the last detail for the past six months.
  • Tous Les Chemins by Edgedancer (@radiantmists​) - A photo without context, a few careless words, an embellished article.Thus was born the idea, so patently false it would have fit better in a politician’s speech, that Yuuri hated Viktor. (Translation of shakeskp’s (silkmaken) fanfic in French)
  • Water’s Edge by Mhalachai (@mhalachai​) - For years, Yuuri had heard people say Viktor’s skating was otherworldly. He never thought they were being literal.

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind me asking, how did you and Witty become friends? Tumblr or real life? (Because your friendship is so damn amazing)

Once upon a time, witty and i were filthy homestucks.

Witty wrote fics for one of our fave ships, i found them and read them and i loved them so much to the point where i did a shit ton of fanart for her. I drew a looot of it, so she eventually remembered my screen name and i felt so honored every time she commented on my art lmao (because wow my fave author complimented me oh my god!!) that kind of thing.

Never got the courage to just message her like a normal fucking person tho. At one point life happened and she stopped being on tumblr for a good amount of time, i thought that she was permanently just gone. THen she came back and i just instantly drew art for her again lmao i was so excited to see her back.

We then got on to a joined fandomblog where we then finally got access to each others skype and that’s where we actually started talking talking. 

It legit took us like, 2 years of hiding behind the screen screaming at eachother before we got over ourselves and started talking.

anonymous asked:

Really, I just wanna know how any of the Raúl characters (particularly Barba) feel about the fact that the fandom or their s/o has an infatuation with his tummy 😶 If you don't mind, that is... *sends love anyway because baby you're worth it 💃🏻💃🏼💃🏽💃🏾💃🏿*

pahahahahahahahaha ok ok ok ok. I know you said Barba but I totally thought of the awkward duckling Frederick so I’m doing both.

Originally posted by willinterrupted

Frederick knew he shouldn’t read reviews.

But, his most recent book had finally released to the public, and fortunately it appeared to be doing rather well. In fact, he had been invited for interviews, made it on the television. He wouldn’t quite consider himself ‘famous’ (he wouldn’t correct someone for suggesting so, of course), but he had indeed managed to find himself with a bit of a following- mostly young adults with a fascination that brought them to devouring anything and everything they could in regard to the criminally insane and serial killers…

And, well, while that may not be exactly the crowd he had intended on drawing in: it would do.

He had heard horror stories about Googling oneself. Who knew what you would find, especially if there was a reason for strangers on the internet to use your name?

What would happen, he wondered curiously one evening when the surveillance cameras of his hospital didn’t quite quench his nosinesscuriosity, if he simply…

“Dr. Frederick Chilton.” Send.
About 2,000 results (0.60 seconds)

Well isn’t that just fascinating?

Most of it was nothing new. A few opinions he had already seen, a video or two of his more recent interviews, some picture the press had gotten a hold of- he clicked over to “Images”, hoping he’d only find himself well-pressed and even better dressed.

The first row or two didn’t disappoint… but then, he stumbled upon a candid picture, or so it appeared. It was from a news station, shortly after he stood up and just before he re-fastened the button of his suit jacket; how embarassing, why would someone capture him without the blazer there to cover that boring dress shirt?

He couldn’t help from noticing, though; there were comments.
While pondering what ‘Tumblr’ could mean, Frederick went to the page containing the unflattering photograph, took a large drink of bourbon for courage: and opened up the hundred-or-so 'notes’.

“I’m obsessed with the tum-”

Tum? What are they talking about?


… cute? Frederick wouldn’t quite have used that phrase to describe himself; dapper, handsome, suave maybe but cute? Whatever, though…


Oh my god, he nearly choked on his drink- they were talking about his stomach? With wide eyes, he glanced downward, regarded his belly a bit more than he had in probably months. They said he had a tum? A cute tum, at least they were complimentary when discussing it…

“I looooooooove when he takes off his jacket-”

Why the Hell did he even waste money on nice suits? Apparently these Tumblr-folks would be much more interested in just seeing his stomach, his 'tum’ or whatever…

“The tum is so important! Daddy!”

……. Daddy….?

Very carefully, Frederick closed the laptop screen, brows knitting together. He was an acclaimed author, a doctor, a professional… yet, he was Tumblr-famous for his ’important tum’. Was this good or bad, he couldn’t quite decide.

Resolving never to bother Googling himself again, Frederick rose to his feet, tried his absolute best NOT to waste time studying his stomach any further- apparently there were already plenty of people who kept a close eye on it.

How odd.

He thought he had seen everything; but this?
A tum-obsession? HIS tum being obsessed over…?

People are strange. So, so strange…

Originally posted by rundalek

“Oh my God.”

Rafael Barba didn’t really find a reason to care that Carisi and Amanda were giggling at their cell phone. They usually found most anything amusing, especially kind-hearted Sonny, so who knew what they could have stumbled upon.

“I can’t believe someone actually made a blog about it-”

Why were they talking so LOUDLY, though? He was trying to concentrate, focus, actually get work done. Coming to the precinct may have been a mistake.

“These are pictures from his press conference on Wednesday…”

… Hold on… 

He had held a press conference on Wednesday.

Twisting in his seat, Rafael finally gifted the detectives the attention they were apparently trying to pry from him. “What on Earth are you two looking at?”

Proudly, Sonny snatched the phone, then turned it around so Barba could appropriately see the collection of photos. He squint, making quick work of scanning the little set. They were pictures of, well, him. “Who took those?”

“Your fans,” Amanda teased, and leaned over Sonny’s arm so she could scroll for him. “Look- they even leave comments.”

“You’re a hot commodity, Counselor!” Carisi only laughed when Rafael pried the phone from his fingers, then shoved his own hands in his pocket so he could carefully watch the ADA’s face. “Apparently you’re popular among the kids.”

Well, that would have been flattering, but the comments didn’t quite appear to be of the normal variety- a couple compliments about his suspenders (well, that’s nice of them) and a few side-notes about how great his hair looked (thank God he went to the barber just the day before)… but some were, well… a bit more interesting, to say the least.

Absently, his hand fell to his stomach, and at the sight of his slack-jaw and his brows nearly bouncing off his forehead- Rollins began to roar with laughter.

“HE FOUND IT!” She squealed, after hiding her face in the shoulder of Sonny’s suit.

Oh, but Rafael ignored her, much more distracted by the fact that these people were talking about… his ’tum’? He could only assume, due to the mentioned 'bottom right’ photograph where he was just about to button up his blazer, that they were indeed discussing his stomach.

And they were definitely not being shy about it.


They couldn’t be serious…

“I hope he never loses the tum, it is so cute.”

Okay, maybe they were being serious…

“I’m OBSESSED WITH THE TUM. Court is in session and my body is ready, we can meet in my chambers.”

The color drained from his face… really...?

Barba couldn’t decide if he was mortified or just surprised. Not only was he not quite prepared to consider that he had… fans? But now, he had to consider… these people discussing his photographs were interested in his stomach. Honestly, he didn’t think it was that noticeable… had he gained weight, or was that maybe just a particularly unflattering dress shirt? Were his pants too tight?


Okay, maybe the pants weren’t the problem.

“What the Hell is Tumblr?” He asked from behind curled fingers, which were being used to try and hide the bewildered look on his face, as well as his blush. “How did you two even find that?”

“Are we not going to talk about the fact you’re famous for your tum?” Amanda was still trying to recover, giggles interrupted every few words.

Carisi elbowed her, pointed out a later comment he noticed after he was given his phone back “Lookat this one- PAPI PROSECUTOR.”

THAT was enough; Rafael slammed his palms on the top of the desk, pulling their attention off the little screen long enough to watch him recklessly shove paperwork and his book into the familiar briefcase. “I’m getting out of here, you two are ridiculous, I can’t get any work done-”

“Don’t forget your jacket, Barba-” Sonny bit the inside of his cheek, yet still couldn’t resist a final jab, “Or you may distract a blogger with your tum.”

Headcanon- When You Retire

-Ok so
-You were not
-Keyword not
-Planning to tell Yuri about this
-Because you know more than anyone that he’ll get salty as the ocean
-And then some
-But you wanted to quit skating, no matter how good you were
-Maybe try different things and hobbies
-So you keep it to yourself because you don’t want your smol bundle of salt and anger and angst™ to be annoyed
-But plot twist
-He’s a sneaky bundle of salt and anger and angst™
-“Yes, Yuri? What’s wrong? You look upset.”
-smol bundle of salt and anger and angst™ has ceased to function
-“Yuri oh my god I’m not leaving you or anything I just want to do stuff other than falling on my butt on frozen water.”
-After a while your smol babe finally calms down
-Still very frustrated
-“I’ll still skate, just not competitively-”
-End up promising because Yuri’s looking at you with those eyes
-Oh gosh those eyes
-And in the end everything is good!

I’m so sorry for how long this took, my anon friend. I’ve had a lot of stuff on my mind, so my Tumblr time can be extremely limited. Especially when it comes to school. Thank you!

Being a Woman is Exhausting

So, I haven’t ranted in awhile, and I think it’s high time I do, don’t you?  I thought about not saying anything, but fuck that.  That’s boring and, while I have my faults, boring isn’t one of them.  

Okay, so while enjoying the sun after a long winter, and after about 2 seconds of thought, I spontaneously snapped a selfie.  After, I looked at said selfie, thought- that’s not too bad- and posted it.  The entire process took me less than a minute. That’s it.  There was no social statement I was trying to make, no in depth analysis, no nothing.  It was the equivalent of a very shallow:  It’s warm, I’m looking kind of awesome for not seeing the light of day in 7 months, let’s ride.  

Apparently, I’ve committed a mortal sin by not filtering myself or strategically posing to hide my flaws and *GASP* dared to show-OH MY GOD-some stretch marks.  

Luckily, this is Tumblr, so someone kindly came along to point them out.  I could have not posted the message, but fuck that. I don’t know if they meant it positive or negative, and to me it didn’t matter because that’s their business not mine.  I decided to take it as well intended and posted it right on top of said selfie.  

I see now this was a mistake.  

Now I’m flooded with very well intentioned, consolatory messages about my bravery for daring to show something so hard.  To which I just have to roll my fucking eyes.  Before I continue my rant, please understand, I do appreciate your messages. This isn’t about that. I get it. You’re being helpful and want to be supportive of me, and I’m thankful for that. 

But, honestly, it’s kind of exhausting. It reminds me of all the ways being a woman is exhausting.  And how much pressure there is to be perfect all the damn time. So perfect, that you show a few marks on your belly and people are shocked at your bravery.  

And to that I say, what the fuck?  

Bravery is going off to fight in war you didn’t choose, help a sick child, or rescue a puppy.  It’s not taking an unfiltered selfie. Do people not see how fucked up it is that a woman is so unable to be authentic that taking a PICTURE is considered an act of heroics?  It’s ridiculous. They’re stretch marks, something like 80 percent of human beings have. Get over it.  

The favorite - part 02 | Jack Maynard imagine

The favorite - final part | Jack Maynard imagine

Word count: 2538

A/N: The name Kirstie is being used

Requests are open!

First part here

After almost one hour and a half, you and Jack still were on the damn elevator. You didn’t know how your karma was so bad, but you guessed you would be declared a saint after spending so much time on that box. You were sleepy, your back started to hurt and the company wasn’t that good, even though Jack didn’t speak anything after such a long time. His presence annoyed you, you could hear him breathing and that was enough to drive you nuts. Oh, and only for your happiness, your phone battery was almost in the end, so you were running out of time to get out of there.

“Hello?” a male voice called and you jumped, standing up with a fresh relief. “Is anyone there?”

You opened your mouth to scream back at the guy, yes! You! You needed help! You needed someone to rescue you so you could get Conor and live that place forever (even if Conor probably should’ve took the stairs and escaped his little situation by himself). Yes, you were there and you were ready to get out of that stupid elevator, but, of course, Jack Maynard wasn’t in agreement with you, so his hand flew to your mouth, shutting you up.

“Don’t!” He commanded whispering.

You took his hands of you: “Are you fucking crazy? We need to get out of here!”

He seemed to be really close to lost his head with you, as if you were the one who were losing your chances to getting help.

“What if he’s from police?”

You stopped a little, but then you realized it wouldn’t make any difference.

“If that’s true, he will find us anyway!”

Jack rolled his eyes “Okay, the police wasn’t a good example, but what if he’s one of the employees of the building? Not only we’ll get arrested but we’ll get Kirstie into trouble.”

“Oh, gods!” you rolled your eyes this time. “You are not getting laid tonight, Jack! Who cares about the girl? She shouldn’t let us in anyway!”

“Y/N! Stop being so… “ he struggled a little to find the exact word”Egocentric!”

“Egocentric? I’m not egocentric! I just want to…”

“Hellooo?” the voice sounded again and Jack shut you up another time. “I can hear people on the elevator! Hello?”

Jack’s right hand was capping your mouth, keeping you shush. His left hand was holding your waist, because you were trying to leave. You definitely weren’t happy, but being so close of him after your little arguing, with him holding you so tight, you were out of breath. For God’s sake, what the hell he was doing?

“Keep quiet.” Jack asked.

You didn’t answer him, leaving pretty clear you didn’t like the situation, so he stood there, holding you until he was sure the man went off. He was looking at the metal doors as if it would open and the entire MPS would be there and, when the elevator didn’t move a single inch, he looked at you cautiously.

He didn’t want to set you loose because he was afraid of you starting to scream until the man turn around and check the elevator, however once Jack looked into your eyes, the whatever his thoughts was, his mind went clear. Actually, his mind was all a blur, all he could see was you and all he could think was you.

You weren’t in a better situation either. In a daily basis was difficult to remember yourself you hated Jack Maynard with all of you, now it was impossible. The only parts alive of you were the ones he was touching, the rest was just a mirage, you knew it was there but you couldn’t feel it. You never knew how to describe his eyes and, in that moment, the only think you could thought was that they were beautiful.

Your cellphone made a noise, the battery ended. You jumped away from Jack and he coughed, embarrassed.

“I guess the guy is gone.” Jack said, trying to feel less uncomfortable.

“Yeah…” you ran your fingers through your hair, sitting down again and taking your phone, checking it like there was a doubt of what happened with it. “The battery went off.” You explained, raising the eletronic just like you would do if Jack asked you what was going on.

“Oh, that’s a shame.” Jack grumbled, sitting in the extreme opposite from where you were.

“Yes, it is.” you said.

Jack didn’t know what to do, so he searched his phone in his pocket and took it, pretending he had something to do with that piece of useless material, he couldn’t call anyone, he couldn’t receive any messages and had no app games in it because the day before he needed space to film a video to his channel.

“Don’t use your phone.” you gently said, not noticing the strange tone in your own voice. “We might need that later.”

Jack nodded his head and put his phone back in his pocket.

“Okay.” he agreed without even questioning.

At that point, no one could think in a way to avoid the silence, so there was no noise inside the elevator. You and Jack tried to not look at each other, although it was inevitable. Then, when it happened, you only raised an eyebrow to him and he laughed at you, making you follow his act.

“What?” you asked.

“Who would thought we would be here, huh Y/N?”

“I didn’t” you admitted.

“But you dreamed of this, I’m sure.” he joked and you rolled your eyes, even if you tried, you couldn’t get angry at that moment.

“I guess it was one of items of your to do’s list, Jack.” you hit back.

He raised his shoulders: “Maybe.”

“Oh, gods!” you laughed. “You can’t even try to say no, can you?”

“I am a pretty open person, Y/N.” he told. “There’s no reason to try deny this.”

You nodded your head negatively, not believing that these were his words. He waited you to calm down and the silence to be back again before questioning the thing he wanted the most, because he genuinely didn’t know that answer.

“Why do you hate me this much, Y/N?”

You were surprised. Although you said that Conor should know this answer, you didn’t expected the same from Jack. As a matter of fact, Jack was the only one you thought that would never know the reasons of treating him that way. Well, the winds have changed and there you were, stuck in an elevator with Jack Maynard.

You sighed.

“Fine.” you gave a little smile. “Do you really want to know?”

“Hm… Yeah?” Jack really thought it was a right of him and you knew it was, but you wanted him to be sure.

“Okay.” you took a deep breath. “Your brother asked me the same thing earlier today and I didn’t answer him. I would appreciate if you keep this just to yourself.”

Jack wanted to ask you why he would do such a thing, but he let it go because it was the first time in years you were nice to him (in his point of view, when you two met, he was gentle, so that counted as being nicer than you even if both of you were horrible to each other through the rest of the time). Still, he couldn’t let asking you this:

“Why you don’t want Conor to know?”

You chewed your bottom lip:

“I’m afraid he will think I’m foolish and stand by your side. Keeping hate is not something I’m proud of.”

Jack, after your sentence, couldn’t say no, so he promised do that.

“Right, I can keep it, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” you smiled before being nervous again. “The reason why I hate you is because is something no one else do.”

“What?” Jack was really confused.

“I mean, everybody thinks you are so cool and stuff like that… You are the favorite Maynard of literally every single person I know. So I always kept clear you weren’t my favorite, Conor was and always will be.”

“What the hell?” Jack exclaimed, a part of him was pissed off and the other one was just confused. “What kind of sick logic is this?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to seem not affected by his rebuke although you already knew it was stupid.

“Look, let me clear the things out, okay?” Jack stared at you, waiting for it. “We studied in the same school and you were so damn popular! And even now, you act like it’s all good and it’s normal, but it’s happening again with this whole Youtube thing.”

“Where were you in 2012?” Jack asked. “Living under a fucking rock?”

“Yeah, I know, 2012 was a big year for Con and everything, but is not the same!”

Jack wanted to scream at you.

“He literally has four times more subscribers than I do.” Jack told. “How that can be a sign of his popularity being bigger than mine?”

You wanted to scream at Jack too, it was bigger than just a few numbers.

“It’s a Twitter, a Tumblr thing. You can see you have, like, more fans than him and stuff like that.”

“Oh my God, you’re fucking insane.” Jack said. “You don’t know a thing, Y/N. Seriously, you don’t know nothing.” Jack got up, being really angry at you in that moment. “Actually, me and Conor think that the favorite Maynard is Anna. She’s the girl and the youngest child, she has everything she asks for mum and dad.” He took a deep breath, but it didn’t make any difference. ”Also, you don’t have an idea of how hard it is being the brother who can’t sing and didn’t go to a tour or stuff like that at school. You think I was popular? Think again, Y/N. Half of those ‘friends of mine’ was with me because I am Conor’s brother. Actually, I have the million of subscribers that I have thanks to my friends and family. You think I don’t know that? That I couldn’t get where I am without them? Thank you, I appreciate your comment. I don’t need it, though… I have haters saying I’m shit everyday.”

You felt really bad now. You never thought that Jack’s perspective of things would be like that. What you’ve done? Why were you so mean to him? You started to being close to Conor after both of you graduated, after the whole “New Justin Bieber!” thing, after he moved out from Youtube and he already shared his feelings about all this with you. He weren’t unhappy, he didn’t need your love or your pity. You knew that and, yet, you weren’t kind with Jack. Jack was right: What the hell?

“I’m sorry” you whispered, hugging your own legs and trying not to cry. You never felt more foolish, more stupid than that. Were you really that small? Gods, what a shame!

Jack saw you like that and a little piece of him felt good, because he was so damn angry, on the other hand, he knew you weren’t that bad. You did what you did with good, twisted intentions. You didn’t speak to him with the nicest tone, so what? He said pretty bad things to you too, things he never thought he would say to a girl. And, after all, both of you enjoyed that strange relationship, the fights about absolutely nothing and the little provocations every minute you were together.

“Oh, fuck it.” he conclude, crouching next to you. “That’s fine, Y/N.”

“I’m so sorry, Jack.” you apologized. “There’s no excuse for what I done.”

He gave a little smile, seeing your regret and realizing that you might be good friends for now on.

“That’s fine, baby.” he caressed your arm and, when you didn’t answer him, he teased you. “What? Are you not complaining about me calling you baby?” you nodded your head, you would never complain about anything about Jack again. “Oh, baby, I will enjoy that.”

You laughed.

“Fuck off, Jack.” Or maybe you could complain about this or that.

“That’s better.” He said, finally sitting next to you.

“I guess it is.” You agreed.

“If it makes the things a little nicer, I really enjoyed all our fights.”

You supported your head in his shoulder, feeling comfortable enough to do that.

“They were funny, weren’t they?” You asked, smiling as you remembered some of the things you two yelled at each other.

“Yes, they were.” he sighed, putting his arm around your shoulder.

“Maybe we should argue sometimes just for fun.”

“Yeah, I would like that.”

A little laugh came out of your mouths, that was a pretty intense night with the most impossible twists you guys could think of. And now it was all chilled, you two couldn’t be happier with the whole thing. His arm around you and your head on his shoulder almost seemed it was meant to be like this during all these years.

You looked up at him, just to find out Jack was already looking to you. You gave up for that moment and let yourself appreciate the beauty of Jack Maynard properly. His hair was a mess, he was kind of sleepy and you never thought someone could be that handsome. He checked you out a few times before that and, in that moment, you were a mess too: your makeup was blurred, your dress was misaligned and your hair was blowzy, still, Jack thought he would never meet someone as beautiful as you.

He started leaning towards you and you couldn’t help yourself, also leaning to kiss him. Your stomach was on the floor and you felt like this was your first kiss. Well, you wished it was, you could sense it would be better than all the other kisses you had in your entire life.

Suddenly, as unexpected as the first time, the elevator started shaking. Making you two move away from each other. You rolled your eyes. Really?

“Oh, for God’s sake.”  Jack complained.

You laughed and raised your shoulders, moving to be face to face with him. He copied you, understanding your movements.

Faster this time, you leaned to each other, don’t minding the rescue, you could work this out another hour. For now, all you and Jack wanted was to kiss each other and that’s what happened. With no regrets, your lips pressed his and the kiss was even better than your expectations.

“What the hell?” was what Conor said after you heard the elevator’s door opening.

You and Jack broke the kiss and laughed. He stood up and offered you his hand so you could get up too.

“Hi, Con.” you greeted, holding Jack’s hand as he was pulling you out the metal box.

“Hey, bro.” he said to a confused Conor.

You thanked the man who got you two out of the elevator, flashing your eye for the excessive clarity, it was dawning.

“Who’s your favorite Maynard now?” Jack whispered in your ear while you were walking out the enormous building.

Seemed that Jack Maynard was getting laid after all. Oh, how he annoyed you.

OTP AU Writing Prompts

All of these are SFW. A mixture that will work for either kid or adult characters. Some can also be used just for buddies! :)

-”So I’m waiting for my mum to come back to the video game store because I need her to loan me some money, and you’re over there helping your little sister to reach a game that’s obviously for five year olds and holy crap is that my favourite video game on your shirt it looks kinda like my shirt only better” au

-”I hate this lesson we’re in and crap I messed up AGAIN ugh hey you’re next to me so sorry but do you know what the hell I have to do’ au

-”You live next door to me and I keep hearing you yelling and one day I go to tell you to keep it down and oh my god you’re yelling because you’re watching/playing my favourite video game/anime” au

-”I’ve been kinda depressed lately and I tried to hide it, but apparently you noticed. So you’ve been sneaking notes with happy messages on them under my door/on my locker/around my stuff and that’s really sweet and I want to be your friend because that helped me but I don’t know who you are” au

-”As if I didn’t already not want to go to this movie/play/whatever the idiot working on the seating accidentally placed me really far away from my family and now I’m next to you and hey you hate this as well cool oh you’re into the same stuff I like wanna be friends” au

-”My parents signed me up for this cheap low-rate art/science/whatever club and I’m sitting next to you and well hey it’s a partner activity and neither of us know anybody here so how about we go together” au

-”Our idiot mutual friends roped us into going out together” au

-”This Valentine’s Day I left a ton of meme-based ecards I printed off the internet on a bunch of people’s lockers/pinboards/whatever as a joke, but you took it seriously and sent one back, and we’re sending them to each other and my god your sense of humour is exactly like mine and we’ve started to leave more personal messages on them, whoa at what point did I fall for you” au

-”We follow each other’s anonymous blogs on tumblr about a trashy thing that we’d get teased for liking, so I caught you on your phone reading tumblr and oh my god how come you’re reading that? Wait crap don’t freak out about it I’m sorry THAT’S MY BLOG I LOVE THIS TRASHY THING TOO” au

-”You live next to me and you keep playing my favourite music at really high volume and one day I just decided to duet with you and when the song was over you turned off the music and screamed ‘WHO THE HELL ARE YOU’ and I guess we’re friends now lol” au

-”My asshole boyfriend didn’t show up on our date but you ran over and pretended you were going out with me and were all like ‘hey, my name’s *insert person A’s name*, what’s yours?’ so I said ‘I’m *insert person B’s name*. What the hell are you doing?’ and you were all ‘okay I’m going to pretend to be your boyfriend because your dickheaded excuse for one isn’t coming and this place is pretty dangerous when it comes to creeps and flirting’ and oh my god thank you so much hey you’re actually pretty nice, here’s my number” au

-”You’re in one of my classes and I don’t know you very well but one day you yelled out a quote from my favourite game/movie/tv/anime/book/etc and nobody got it and I felt bad for you so I continued the joke and we kept it going and wow I thought I was the only person who knew about that” au

-”Some asshole just knocked my stuff out of my arms/tipped over my entire desk/tripped me over on purpose/etc and you’re helping me to pick it all up wow thanks gee you’re cute what’s your name” au

-”I’ve just broken up with my girl/boyfriend of several years and I’m devastated and you’re my platonic best friend of all time and you’re comforting me and before I know it welp you’re hugging me well hey this is nice I like this” au

I think that’s enough for now but if I think of anything else, I’ll add some more! Reblog this with any of your own if you have something good to add!

me: hey look at this picture i took today

friend: nice [swipes right]

me: [smiles while reading fan fiction]

parent: [leans over shoulder] who are you talking to

me: [writing headcanons for my otp on tumblr]

teacher: [squints] is that your essay


oh my god it finally WORKS

Anyways, here is how I did the non-sextuplets 10th stage with Kami and Aku based off on this strategy

The team is the exact same btw it just has a faster time bc think i did the strategy more efficiently?

Notice how when I’m low on AP I rarely send out Totoko :D I hope this helps!

terrible quality bc it’s easier to upload and i think you can still see what’s happening haha