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All We Need

This is just a short little oneshot about Ohmwrecker, Ryan, and his dog, Buddy, based off of an amazing art piece that @king-draws recently posted. (sorry I can’t link the piece. I’m on moblie right now)
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10 weeks ago, his dad got remarried.
9 weeks ago, Ryan moved in with his mom.
8 weeks ago, he turned eighteen.
7 weeks ago, his first job application went out.
6 weeks ago, his mom got remarried.
5 weeks ago, both of his parents had kicked him out.
4 weeks ago, he stopped driving his car to potential jobs to save on money.
3 weeks ago, he started asking for spare change on the side of the street.
2 weeks ago, he had gotten a minimum wage job offer.
1 week ago, Ryan was still living on the streets alone.

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About Time // Prologue

| Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 8.5 |

Type/Genre: Alternate Universe, (Time Travel!au? idk)

Ratings: undefined

Warnings: Implied violence scene

Prompts: “What if you find your soulmate… at the wrong time?” - Lauren Kate, Passion

Summary: Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?

a/n: This is one of the oldest fic I wrote but I took it down because I was highly unhappy about it so I rewrite the whole thing. It might be confusing at first, but I hope it will clear up on the next chapters.

Originally posted by won-der-land89

= Prologue =

Each and every single human being in this world always wants something. We always have our wishes for our own selfishness.

We wish for a good life.

We wish for love.

We wish for happiness.

We wish for second chances.

Second chance.

That was what I wished for.

The one thing I prayed for every night before I sleep. The one thing I prayed for, at the very night before I woke up in an entirely different life.

A new life.

My second chance.

I dreaded my life.

I was 30 years old. I have lost all kinds of connection to my parents. I have lost everything, my love, my hope and my dreams. And I could feel my whole life slipping away, taking pieces of my soul as it withered to ashes. I cried constantly until I reached to a point where I could no longer find any will to release the pain burning inside of me.

I was 30 years old when I felt numb. When I lost the love that I used to have towards life. When all I could feel was exhaustion.

I was 30 years old when I closed my eyes that night with a loud cry of ‘I don’t want this life anymore’.

I was 30 years old when I fell asleep.

I was 15 years old when I opened my eyes the next day.

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Warm - final part | Joe Sugg imagine

Warm - part 3/3 | Joe Sugg imagine
Word count: 5229
Request: The reader meet Joe randomly in the street and then they start to date and are really in love but they are both worried about the difference age because Joe is 25 and the reader is 17-18
A/N: In case you forgot what happened, you can check the part 01 in here and part 02 in here! I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you liked reading it! See you all soon!
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“You’re dropping it! You’re dropping it!” Joe exclaimed and you couldn’t do anything but laugh at his despair about your ice cream. “I’m serious, Y/N! It will fall!”

You two finished your dinner and he took you for a walk after that. You had an enormous ice cream, with 4 flavors in it just because Joe dared you. He got himself a normal one, which you bought because he already paid dinner and it was probably the only thing you could ever buy to him with your amount of money. He thanked you and you started walking in the sidewalk of the beach, something not appropriate to do with your heels, but you were having such a good time you didn’t care.

“Y/N! It’s going down, it’s goin down!” He shouted and then, as if it was his instinct, he licked your ice cream.

“Joe!” you complained.

“It would fall!” he argued and then gave a big smile. “That taste really good.”

You laughed again of his silliness. “Yeah, I know. It’s the finest flavours together, nothing could get wrong.”

“I wish I got that.”

“You can take as much as you want of mine.” you offered with a sweet smile, you were so happy this was your first date with Joe.

He gave you a cheeky smile. “And what about you?”

You frowned. “I’m still getting my ice cream, I didn’t say you could have all of it!” you joked.

“No,” he stopped walking and turned his body to you. “I meant what about having you?”

You blushed, grateful because it was dark. “Well…” you raised one eyebrow “you can have as much as you want of me too.”

“Yeah?” he smiled and put his hands in your waist.

“As long as you don’t drop me.” you teased.

“That’s your job, dropping things.” he stated, getting closer.

“We’ll be fine then, I don’t intend to let this drop.”


And just like a movie scene, you two kissed. You could feel the ice cream melting and running in your hand, but you moved your arm so it didn’t get in your clothes and you were fine, after all, during that kiss, everything in the world was fine.


“I can’t believe you were on a date with Joe Sugg!”

“Shh, Y/F/N, no one can know.”

“It’s not like people would think it’s real, Y/N.” your friend rolled her eyes.

You giggled, she was right. “You have a point.”

“And how your parents are dealing with it?”

You bit your lip. “Hum…”

“Oh no, Y/N.”

“I actually didn’t tell them yet.” Y/F/N sighed, you were getting in trouble for that. “They know I’m seeing someone, but they think is someone from school.”

“Y/N!” she complained. “I’ll need to deal with your shit afterwards!”

You forced a smiled. “I’m sorry?” she rolled her eyes. “But, for real now, I intend to tell them. I’m just seeing where the things are going to, you know? I mean, he can have any girl in England, I really doubt he’s going to stick to me.” Your phone rang, interrupting you, a new message arrived. It was Joe.

Zoe and Alfie are out today, wanna hang?

You smiled, forgetting Y/F/N was beside you. Okay. I can’t come back late, though. Homework is something you don’t like, but something you gotta do, unfortunately.

“I’m guessing it’s he.” She said.

“Yeah, he’s still in Brighton.” the device rang again. You can come here and bring your study stuff, what about that? “He’s inviting me to Zoe’s house.”

Y/F/N raised an eyebrow. “And you are worried about him not sticking to you.”

“It doesn’t mean a thing, Y/F/N. I like him, apparently he likes me too. I’m happy about this. I can’t risk thinking I’m special or something.”  That sounds great, actually.

Ok! Send me a message when you can come.


You were trying to convince yourself it wasn’t a big deal, however as you jumped out of the car, you couldn’t control your nerves anymore. You were fucking 17, you were in your right to freak out over a boy, but when the boy is 25? Chill, honey.

You heard the doorbell inside the house after you pressed the button and watched Joe come to let you in. He gave you a little smile and you smiled back, the bubble of anxiety popping and letting you breath.

“Are you lost or something? I think your house is not around here, Y/N.” Joe joked.

You rolled your eyes. “Hello to you too, Joseph.”

“I’m kidding, sorry” he said laughing, grabbing your waist and giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

“That’s a better reception.” you approved.

“Yeah, I thought you would like that more.” he took you by the hand and started moving around.

“I do, actually, thanks.” Joe leaned you to the sofa and both of you sat down. “So, what are we going to do?”

“Nothing?” Joe suggested.

“So you usually bring girls to your sister’s empty place without a plan?” you teased and Joe laughed.

“Let’s just say this is not something that usually happens, alright? Especially because my girls don’t usually have school homework to do.”

“I’m one of your girls now, Joseph?” you asked with one eyebrow raised, ignoring the jump of your heart.

“You know what I mean, like, girls that I go out with.”

You nodded, pretending you were okay with him being more casual than you liked him to be. “Yeah.”


“You need to stop being so insecure of yourself, Y/N.” Y/F/N argued, walking side by side on the hall.

“I know.” you grumbled. “I just don’t know how I should react to things. I never had this kind of stuff and suddenly I am dating a 25 year old.” you sighed. “Not any 25 year old, by the way, Joe Sugg. I mean, what the hell? There’s a manual for this thing? It should have.”

“Take it easy.” she recommended.

“Trust me, I’m trying to. It’s so hard!” you complained. “I don’t know how he is used to lead a relationship.”

“You know that he probably is afraid of what you think too, right?”

“Well, I’m hoping so.”

Y/F/N rolled her eyes. “I think he really likes you, I mean, there’s no reason why he would take you on dates or even stay in Brighton if he didn’t.”

You couldn’t help but smiled, you could feel the butterflies on your stomach having a party. “Stop it, Y/F/N. You are raising my expectations by doing this. Let’s stay grounded, he’s going back to London today and you and me need to finish that Chemistry essay.”

“You want to come over my house to do it?” she suggested.

“Fine, let me just check out if my mom lets me.”


You and Joe were walking in a small park near to the centre of Brighton. It was in the middle of the week and Brighton was starting to get really cold, so you guys should be covered.

You talked to each other everyday on Whatsapp, but it wasn’t the same thing. He tried to come and see you at least once in two weeks, something that you found amazing. He would stay at Zalfie’s and you would go out to do something that would be safe to do if you were just friends. The last thing you wanted was midia freaking out because Joe Sugg was dating a girl who still didn’t finish high school yet.

“How clingy it would be if I say that I missed you?” You asked.

Joe stopped walking and held your both hands “Really clingy.” and then he smiled. “But I missed you two.”

You laughed and then kissed. “Are we dating or something? Because we are really cute together.” you joked.

“I don’t know, we are?” he played along.

Your heart sank with his question, even if it was a joke. Although the dating thing went really well and you were together for almost two months now, it was something official for him? You didn’t know. You knew that he would go out and have some drinks and you were totally fine with that, but you still had your insecurities about your status… Did he go out, have some drinks and be with girls too? Because you could date each other and see other people, right? And why on Earth he would be just with you? You two didn’t have anything more than a few kisses… The things hitted sometimes, but he would stop everything before it could lead to something more than just kissing and you just were lost in the tracks.

“What?” Joe asked, concerned about your worried expression. “I said something wrong?”

“No.” you answered, walking again. He didn’t move.

“Y/N.” he called, holding your hand and pulling you back to where you were.

“Yes?” you pretend you were fine.

“Can you please tell me what I did wrong?”

You sighed. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Joe.”

“So why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Suddenly, all nervous.”

You bit your lips. “Okay, I will tell you.”

“Thank you!” he said ironically.

“Don’t judge me.” you asked.

“Never.” he promised.

“I know we are dating, but it’s not like I’m your girlfriend or something serious and I’m just wondering…”

“Wait.” he stopped you. “I thought you were my girlfriend.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah… I mean, it’s not like I’m going out with anyone else and, I totally get it if you want to, but I don’t want to share you…”

You smiled. “It means that if you had to introduce me to someone you randomly met on street you would say ‘Hey, this is Y/N, my girlfriend’?”

Joe smiled too. “Yeah.”

“Good.” you nodded, happy enough to start walking again. “It means that I can introduce you as my boyfriend too.”

“I hope so.” Joe thought the situation was really funny, you were kind of crazy sometimes.

“But Joe…?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Why don’t you want us to have sex?” you asked. Now that your biggest fear was clear out, you weren’t afraid to ask anything.

Joe gasped. “For who was thinking if we were girlfriend and boyfriend two minutes ago, you made a huge evolution asking about sex, don’t you think, love?”

You laughed. “I’m serious, Joe.”

“Fine…” he agreed and ran his hand through his hair.

“What I’m trying to say is that is not like I’m virgin or something so why you…” you tried to help him.

“Oh, you are not virgin?”

“Hum… no?”

“For real, Y/N.” he asked.

“Yeah, Joe, for real, I had sex, it’s pretty awesome, why don’t you want to have some?”

Joe laughed. “I know is pretty awesome.”

“So why don’t you want to have it?” you asked, getting frustrated.

“I thought you didn’t had sex before.”

You rolled your eyes. “I can’t believe it.”

He hugged you, interrupting your walk. “I’m so happy right now. I wasn’t able to think how to do things in the proper way.”

It was your turn to laugh. “I can’t believe you are this happy about getting laid, for fuck’s sake, Joe.”

“Literally.” he pointed out, making you two laugh. “Also, it’s not only getting laid, but it’s getting laid with the most gorgeous girl around here.”

You rolled your eyes, not believing in his words. “So that means that we can have sex now?”

“Now? In the middle of the park? What kind of perverted are you?” he joked.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“I know.” he smiled “I will see if I can stay until the weekend.”

“Oh, who is the perverted now?”


Joe didn’t want to admit to himself, but dating a 17 year old putted a lot of pressure on him. He was trying to take things slow and you would come and hit him hard like a truck by showing more maturity than he or he thought something was okay and didn’t realise you had insecurities about it. Not only the sex or being his girlfriend, but simple things like flirtatious jokes or what you should wear for this or that. So when he found out you weren’t sure you were his girlfriend, he thought that he should make things official for real (and work out the sex thing too).

When it was friday, you said to your parents you were getting out on a date again, because if you were Joe’s girlfriend for real, your parents probably should know that soon. The safest way for telling was saying you were seeing a boy (as they knew already), then you would tell Y/F/N knew who the guy was, later you would tell that he was kind of famous, next you would spit that he was a youtuber to finally reveal his name was Joe Sugg and he was 8 years older than you. If you and Joe were still together by this time, you would be fine, the relationship was meant to last.

So Joe picked you at your house again. You dressed a little more relaxed than the first time, with a high waisted flared jeans and a white blouse. Now it was winter for real and, as consequence, you needed to add a huge coach over all your clothes.

“Hey, babe.” You said, getting in the car.

“Hello, love.” you smiled. The first time you said to Joe that you like when he called you “love”, he found that odd because he called everyone “love”, however he called you that more often now. “You look lovely.”

“Yeah, you too are not bad, Sugg.” you admitted, giving him a smack.

“I do what I can.” he smiled and started driving.

He was really nervous about what he was going to do, after all, not even when he was 17 he did something like that.

“Are you ok?” You asked, seeing him a little tense by the way he grabbed the steering wheel.

“Fine, yeah.’ he nodded.

“Honey, you don’t seem fine.”

“I am.”

You didn’t say anything anymore, eventually he would tell you what was going on. You weren’t the kind of person who would pressure someone to say something even if you were dying inside to know.

“Can I put some music, then?” You asked, trying to light things a little.

“Of course.”

You turned the radio on and tried to find a music you liked. Joe was refusing to talk and you weren’t sure of what to do, so you sang along to the tune was playing and scrolled through you Instagram’s feed. You were used to just be with Joe, even if there was nothing to say, so you were fine.

The car pulled over and you thought Joe was picking his wallet and stuff, so you still were in your cellphone when you realized he wasn’t moving. You looked at him to find him starring you. You giggled.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” he said with a smile.

“Joe…?” he ignored you and opened his door and got out of the car, he bypassed the automobile so he could open your door for you too. “Joe!” You exclaimed as you took the hand he was offering as help.

“Nothing, love.” he said, conducting you to where you were meant to go. “I was just thinking how beautiful you are.” he admitted and gave you a kiss on the head while entering a hotel.

You smiled, it was really sweet of him. And what he didn’t tell you was that not only he thought you were beautiful, but he was lucky to met you and things just worked out.

You didn’t know why you were having a fancy dinner again, but you thought it was Joe’s way for “doing things in the proper way” as he originally wanted to do.

“So…” He started, looking away from the menu to face you.

“So…?” you encouraged.

“I think the last time I did this I was 16, so please be nice to me? I might mess things up but let’s just play along, I don’t care. Fuck it.”

You laughed. “Joe, is only food.”

He rolled his eyes. “No, not this, Y/N.”

You laughed again, what was going on?

“Okay, so what is it?” You asked, holding his hand in the table.

“You asked another day if I was introducing you as my girlfriend, right?”

“Oh, fuck, you are breaking up with me.”

“No! Y/N, no!” his eyes widened and you sighed. Thanks gods.

“Fine, continue then.”

“I want to make things oficial.”

“What? I thought we were oficial already.”

“Yeah, I know, but I mean, really oficial. Because you thought we weren’t and I don’t want you to feel that way, so I bought this.” he took a small box out of his pocket and placed on the table. You were shocked. “Calm down, it’s not a wedding ring.” you sighed again.

“Joe, you can’t do this kind of thing to me, I can’t handle this stuff.”

He laughed of your reaction. “Relax, Y/N.” you nodded. “Well, you know I can’t use a commitment ring without freaking everyone out, so I thought it was fine if I just give you a bracelet instead.” he took the package and opened it, revealing a delicate silver piece with little sparkling spots in it. “See? I bought one to me too.” he said, showing you a bracelet similar to yours but without the shining bits.

“This is amazing, Joe.” you smiled, holding the little box to see it closer.

“Let me put it on you.” he asked.

“Of course.” you agreed, giving it to him so he could put in your wrist.

“Perfect” he approved, you couldn’t smile bigger than you did.

He seemed a lot more relaxed now.

“So this was the reason you were acting strange before?”


You giggled. “You’re so silly sometimes, Joseph. You thought I would say no?”


“Fucking adorable you are.”


“You’re more than welcome.” you said as you got up to sit on his lap and give him a kiss.


After two weeks Joe gave you the bracelet, you were at Zalfie’s house again. The couple was in the kitchen and you were upstairs with Joe, he was watching TV and you were doing your homework.

“Y/N.” He called.

“Yes, babe.” you said, not really focused in your boyfriend, compenetrate in doing your History task.

“Are you done?”

“No, honey.”

He grunted and then you felt arms wrapping you. “C’mon, you can watch whatever you want.”

“Sounds tempting, babe, but I can’t. I have to finish this first.”

“You don’t need school, Y/N. I didn’t go to college and turn out just fine.”

“Yes, you are a youtuber, Joseph. We, mere mortals, need college to have a future.”

“No, you don’t. I can support both of us.”

You laughed as you finished doing the exercise. “This is the way you are going to make me be dependent of you so you can have me for the rest of our lives?” you asked, finally looking at him.

Joe smirked. “Maybe.”

“I should watch out, shouldn’t I?” you asked, kissing him.

“Yes, as soon as you possibly imagine, I’ll be kidnapping you.” He pulled you to the bed while kissing you.

You giggled. “Your sister is just downstairs ready to hear me scream, Sugg.”

“NO, I’M NOT!” Zoe yelled.

“Please don’t fuck in our bed!” Alfie asked.

You and Joe laughed hard. “It’s not that kind of scream, guys!” You cleared.

Joe whispered in your ear: “Although I can make you scream in this way too”

You blushed. “Fuck off, Joseph.”


“You can’t have this much in one bite! It is not fair!” Joe complained as you took a large spoonful of petit gateau with ice cream from the dessert you two shared.

It’s been a week and a half since the homework afternoon. Things never were better. Now you two were having dinner in a charming little restaurant on a thursday night.

You laughed “It’s not my fault if you are a little slow, Joe! And I’m not saying this only for the sweet issue.” you joked, you always were making fun of Joe being afraid to have sex now that you two were completely established as a couple.

“Wo-ho, someone is playing dirty!” you smirked. “But I’ll take that, because I kinda was.”

“Kinda? C’mon…” you were interrupted by someone coming on your table’s side. Your eyes widened, you cleared your throat by seeing who it was: The man was really tall and just one or two years older than your companion. “Hi mr. Daniells.” You blinked, Joe was confused, and you got up to hug the stranger.

“Hi, Y/N!” the man said.

“This is Joe…” you swallowed hard. “ I mean, Joseph.”

“Hello!” Mr. Deniells said with a big smile in his face. “Nice meeting you.”

Joe continued to be lost, but he stood up too and shook the man’s hand. “Same.”

“Ér… Mr. Deniells is my literature teacher.” Joe got your nervousness.

“Oh.” that was all your date said, a little remind you were 17.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?”

You forced a smile. “Of course not, Mr. Deniells.”

“We are out of class, Y/N. You can call me Steven.”

I prefer not, Mr. Deniells. “I can’t, it’s inevitable.” you noticed Joe being in completely silence. “And where is your wife? Or you are by yourself tonight?”

“Actually, I was parking my car. She should be in here somewhere, but I guess she’s at toilet… It’s our wedding anniversary.”

“Congratulations!” you said, Joe followed you and cheer up too.

“Thank you.” he said.

“How many years?” you asked.

“Six.” the teacher answered.

“Oh my God, already?” you were surprised. “You’re so young!”

“Well, I’m 27, you’re 17… I’m old.” he joked and you almost cried, for fuck’s sake, he could make things worse?

“Joe is 25 and we get along like we are the same age. I don’t think you’re old, mr. Daniells.” you tried to make things a little sweeter.

“I mean, I’m your teacher.” he laughed, you could see Joe’s thoughts of wanting kill himself in that exact moment.

“You’re just being harsh on yourself” you guaranteed.

“That’s nice of you, thank you, Y/N.”

“Any time, Mr. Daniells.” you smiled for real, thinking he would go away.

“So, this is your cousin that you always are talking about?”

He must be kidding with you. Fuck off, Mr. Daniells!

“No, actually…”

“I’m her boyfriend.” Joe answered, grumpy.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” your teacher said.

“It’s fine.” you smiled as gentle as you could.

“So I was interrupting something…”

“It was nothing, professor, for real.”

“My wife is here. I will leave you two alone, sorry.”

“See you soon.” you said and sat down as he was leaving, Joe made the same. The silence fell. “Well, that was something…”

“All your teachers are dicks like that?” Joe asked.

“Joe!” you complained. “Don’t say this.”

“I’m trying to have a date with my bloody girlfriend!”

You rolled your eyes and opened a smile, you knew he was pissed for the right reasons and not because of Mr. Deniells.

“Fine, this outbreak is giving me the right of having the last bite of dessert.” You said, raising your shoulders to make fun out of the situation and distract Joe of all the wild things he must be thinking of.

“You wish, love.” Joe said, he didn’t want to spoil the dinner. “And who is this cousin your teacher was talking about?”

“You should see him, he is amazing. He is in college now and…”

And your dinner continued to be totally fine as it should be the entire time, however, you both knew it was a sign that things were about to break down.


Joe took a deep breath, he was sweating and he just couldn’t stand still. You began being anxious because of him.

“Oh my God, Joe. Please, relax.” You asked.

You were hanging at the cafe you met each other after your class. It was Friday and it was time to Joe to meet your parents.

“I can’t!” he seemed scared. “I just can’t okay? I ain’t doing it.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Stop overreacting, babe.” You hugged him, passing your arms across his body. “Everything will be fine.”

Joe held you by your shoulders, cracking your hug.

“You don’t understand how bad it is, do you?” He looked in your eyes, his shades of blue changing. “Y/N, your father is going to kill me. I’m 100% serious about this. I’m not even joking.

You laughed, what would you were going to do with your boyfriend in panic Joe was clearly making noise about nothing.

“Okay, I’ll be crying over your dead body in half an hour then.” You said, taking his hand and opening the cafe door. “We need to go, Joe.” You pulled him to his car and tried to help him. “I really doubt this would happen, people say my dad is overprotective, but I don’t think so.

Joe took a deep breath again. He was moving, but everyone could see he didn’t want to.

“How things went when you introduced your first boyfriend?” He asked, trying to be reasonable for the first time.

You bit your lip, giving him a nervous laugh instead of a fun one. Well, about that…

“I had never introduced a boyfriend to my father before.”

Joe stopped again.

“Oh, fuck.”

He closed his eyes hard. Where the hell he was running to? He would need a lot more deep breaths than the couple ones he took already. He lost your hand, running his through his hair. For the love of God, what he was thinking of?

You were in such pain for seeing him struggle like that. You knew he was rewinding all your relationship in his head, afraid. He was anxious for meeting your parents, however you knew that now he was anxious about the age gap.

“Joe…” You started, being careful. “Please, be calm. It’s nothing, really.”

“Y/N” he sighed “, for real now, you understand us, right? You know how bad the situation is? I mean, it isn’t only the years of difference. You are in school yet, I should finished college by this time if I were in it.” Joe passed his hand through his hair again, don’t knowing what to do. “And now… I’m the first bloody boyfriend your father will meet?” His voice squealed at the end, your worries went away. He was back at the point of being more afraid of your father than the age gap.

“Joe, honey, I know.” You said, taking his hand again. “I swear I do. Right now though, we’re in the middle of the street and I’m freezing. Can we go please and discuss it later?” you asked.

Joe blinked, realizing you were right. He nodded.

At the end, meeting your parents wasn’t a big deal. Of course none of them were happy with the situation, but they expected to Joe be really immature for dating a girl who was 8 years younger than him and a completely empty head because of his youtube career. It was really a delight to find out that Joe Sugg was smart, conducting his professional life with mastery (you didn’t mention that a part of his job included being slapped with a fish, of course) and helped your mom with the dinner, which leaded to a long conversation about how he lived alone in London and had to cook dinner for himself every day, something that he enjoyed. Your parents loved cooking and food in general, so the dinner was spent in talking about this and all the places Joe met before.

Nevertheless, you weren’t naive, you knew the end was near.


“Joe, honestly, stop acting like you are the adult and I am the kid.”

“But you are, Y/N!”

You two were in his car after a movie in Zoe’s house. Things were fine and you were talking with Zoe where you were thinking to be at next fall. It was a few months away yet, it was the beginning of spring after all, but ending high school was a dream to come true. Everything was alright in your point of view, but talking about this meant that Joe was reminded during almost two hours about you being so young, and you two always started fighting for everything when the age gap thing was remembered.

“No, I’m not.” You argued. “You wouldn’t be with me at first place if you thought that.”

“I’m not the smartest kid around, you know.”

“Oh, because this is a mature sentence, right?”

“You know I don’t meant to say that.” he took a deep breath.

“I’m tired about this, Joe!” you said, your voice was starting to get higher. “For fuck’s sake, you know that I’m graduating and you trying to avoid this school topic isn’t fair you know. You start to be pissed off when something like this comes around but guess what? Dating you is not that easy too.” you complained.

“I’m sorry if I am older and have grown ups’ problems, Y/N.” he said ironically. “What should I do then? Because I already spent hours and hours driving to your place so we can be together.”

“I know that! And it kills me that we don’t live in the same city!”

“So tell me, what should I do with this long distance/age gap thing?” he asked as he parked his car in front of your house.

Your air was gone because you not only knew the answer but you didn’t like it at all.

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” you whispered and Joe looked at you. “We can’t do nothing about this.”

“Y/N…” Joe lowered his voice too, getting where you were going.

You started crying and looked at him, seeing his blue eyes turn as sad as you. You were right, you both knew it.


You sighed. London could get really hot if the city wanted to.

After you finished your high school, you moved to one of the biggest cities in the world and adapting to it was as easy as falling asleep after a long day. You were really excited about it and your classes in university were really good, like you thought it would be.

It was the end of the afternoon and you were carrying your groceries back home when you heard him.

“Y/N!” He called.

You started searching the street after the voice and smiled when saw Joseph Sugg waving at you from the other side of the avenue.

He ran towards you with a big smile in his face. The same smile you missed through months and months, the same smile that he gave that time at the cafe when you switched with him drinks unintentionally.

“Hey, Joe.” You said. “Good to see you.”

And you meant it, because you could feel the same way as you did when you drank that cappuccino in the first time you two met, in that rainy day ages ago; You could feel your chest getting warm.


I DID IT! I did it you guys! I have successfully completed yet another full season (or in this case, session) of Miraculous Squiggle fanart. Once more I’d like to thank everyone who have commented, shared and overall enjoyed my Miraculous kwami art during its first season.

Similar to my First Season of PLAKKI Cheesecake, I underestimated just how many fellow miraculers shared a love and admiration for these pit-sized magical creatures as I did. Thank you all bunches for your terrific support! You guys have made squiggling these little guys buckets of fun and to see/read some of your reactions to some of my squiggs made for a lot of laughs. So thanks again for the support and the giggles.

As I said in my K-SQUAD finale piece, I hope to do more sessions of fanart squigglustrations for the kwamis as the Miraculous series progresses. So here’s to a successful first session and for the others to come. See all you awesometastic star kids in Session II of KWAMI SQUAD ; coming soon (possibly in time for Miraculous Season II).

In the meantime, why don’t you relive all the cute, comedic and fun moments of the first session. Here’s the full list for your enjoyment:

Session I of Miraculous K-Squad by Squiggles

  1. Cute As A Bug
  2. Simply BEE-utiful!
  3. Breaking the Fourth Wall
  4. Conga Line
  5. The Mightiest of Tears
  6. Kwamis, COMBINE!
  7. What Does The Fox Say?
  8. 1000% SWAG!
  9. Too Hot!
  10. Cool For the Summer
  11. Viva La Trinbago!
  12. Kwamis, DISASSEMBLE!
  13. Age Ole Rivalry

  14. The Cat’s Meow
  15. MASK-Querade!
  16. PERSONA!
  17. Flight of the Pumpkin Ghosts
  18. Autumn with You
  19. Nativity
  20. Flower Language
  21. Fondue with the Fellas
  22. Claimed By the Booty!
  23. Day For Fools!
  24. A Hairy Predicament
  25. In the Company of Fools!
  26. Mermay with the Maidens

Now that I’ve completed, it’s time for the squiggle meister to take a little break from the kwamis. Don’t get me wrong, I love dem and all but now that I’m done with this series, it high time I give some well-deserved attention to my other fanart projects for the fandom .

My Miraculous Squiggle Paints series is looking pretty hot right now, dontcha think? Already more than half way through its first session with fourteen pieces and I’m hoping to return to the squiggle painting board to do more.

Be sure to check out my ♦ ML masterpost to catch up on the series thus as well as my other squiggles for the ML fandom.

So if you’re looking for some more Miraculous Squiggle art to keep you entertained while you wait for K-SQUAD session II, I highly recommend checking out that fanart series of mine.

As I always say to you guys, staaaay tune for more to come because as you know, the squiggle meister’s always got something awesometastic in store for all you precious star kids and fellow miraculers to enjoy.

Til the next epic squiggle, ciao for now!

~LittleMissSquiggles (2017)

Fixed - final part | Jack Maynard imagine

Fixed - part 2/2 | Jack Maynard | Imagine
Word count: 2986
Request: Can you write an imagine where you and Jack have a tickle fight? | Can you do a jack one?
A/N: This imagine is inspired by Fixed by New Hope Club! Thank you for those whom asked me this! I loved write this one, so if you have something in mind about Jack, be my guest: requests are open! If you don’t remember the first part, let me refresh your memory in here! Bye bye sweeties! See you soon!
You can find my other Buttercream Squad stuff in here | Requests are open


        “Conor…” You started speaking to the phone.

        “Hi, Y/N!” He picked up. “How are you?”

        “Fine. You?”


        You bit your lip, hesitating. “Ok, so, please, don’t freak out, but I…”

        “Kissed my brother?”

        “Hum… Yes?”

        “Yeah, Jack told me.”

        “Oh, the bastard! I wanted to tell you myself.”

        “So… Are you ok?”

        “Yes.” You knew Conor were only asking because the last thing he wanted was stay between you and Jack or, worst, have to choose one of you. “We are not serious or anything. I mean, fine, we spent the night together and, oh boy, he doesn’t have the reputation he has out of nothing, you know…”

        “Y/N, you’re still talking about my brother, please, stop.”

        You laughed. “We are fine, Con.”

        “Great then. I’m really happy for both of you. I mean, Jack is a player and you are one too. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

        “We won’t.” You assured.


        “So…” Jack started saying, sat on the sofa by your side.

        It was Saturday. Jack arrived at your place by morning and you decided to watch a film after lunch.

        “So…?” You encouraged him to continue, not really paying attention in what he was about to say because you were watching the movie.

        “You met Andrew yesterday.” He pointed out.

        “Yes.” You smiled, seeing where the conversation was going.

        “And how it went?”

        “Since when are you interested on my love life?”

        “Since you decided to kiss dickheads.”

        “I don’t kiss dickheads, moron.” You pushed him softly. “I mean, I kissed you, didn’t I?”

        “Yeah.” Jack gave a smirk. “But, first: I don’t throw up if I’m insecure; Second: I’m a great kisser.”

        You laughed. “I don’t know… Andrew is a pretty good kisser too…” You teased.

        Jack looked at you astonished. “What?” He turned his body to you, not starring the TV anymore. “Are you saying I am not the best kiss you had on your entire life?”

      “You are so convinced of yourself.” You rolled your eyes, knowing he was only kidding.

      “Oh, am I?” Jack asked, approaching you.

      You started giggling. “Yes…”

      “You just love to play with fire, don’t you, Y/N?” He asked, his hands getting closer to your body.

      You were laughing as if Jack were already tickling you. “Jack…”

      He started tickling you for real, you couldn’t breathe.

      “Say who was your best kiss, Y/N.” He ordered.

      “No!” You exclaimed, laying down on the sofa with Jack on top of you.

      “You don’t want to admit it to me? Fine. I will just continue to tickle you then.”

      “Jack!” You whined.

      “Say, Y/N.”

      “Ok, ok! I’ll say it, I’ll say it.”

      He stopped and you smirked.

      “Say…” He suggested.

      “I will! But…”

      “I will start tickling you again, Y/N.” He threatened.

      “No!” You protested laughing. “I will say you are the best at kissing, however I’m not sure of it.” You smiled your flirty smile. “I think I need a test proof.” You argued and Jack responded to your actions by bending down.

      “You think so?” He teased when his lips were almost touching yours.

      “Yes.” You told.

      Without a shadow of a doubt Jack was the best kisser ever. The way he moved had the right precision and the right speed and, when he bit your lips, he almost drove you insane. This kiss thought wasn’t for real. It took all your strength to concentrate and move your hands to fit your original purpose: In the middle of the kiss, you started tickling Jack.

      “Y/N!” He complained while laughing and getting out of the sofa. “You play dirty!”

      You couldn’t stop laughing. “You should know that by now.” You teased with a wink.

      “We need to have a little chat, young lady.” Jack declared, turning the TV off.

      “We need?”

      “Yes, we do.” He affirmed. “A little chat on your bedroom.”

      You gasped. “Jack!”

      “Come on, on your way.” He started lift you up. “We have some business to solve.” He told and started tickling you again while carried you through the apartment.


      Jack was kissing a random girl on one corner of the club. The music was loud and there was one of the only places that were empty enough to fit both of them.

      “Yeah, not quite like that, love.” He said, pushing the girl away. “You need to…” Grab my hair, scratch my back, move your hips. That was how Jack would be addicted to a kiss, that was how he would be crawling for more, that was how… His eyes glimpsed you on the dance floor. That was how you kissed him. And drove him crazy. “Excuse me.” He asked before walking away and letting the girl alone.

      Your hair flew everywhere and you had a wide smile on your face, after all it was your favorite song playing at the club. You always loved when the right music came out, it gave you confidence and you would be even more excited than you normally was. When it was your music through the speakers, you could have the whole crowd staring at you that you wouldn’t even care.

      Jack went to you, interrupting your dance moves. Without saying a single word, he pulled you to him and gave you a kiss, a profound one, not only catching you by surprise because of the moment but also because of the intensity. He proved that sweet naughty kiss only you could give, the one he missed if he didn’t taste it every day.

      “What was that for?” You asked laughing when you finished kissing.

      He was looking at you, noticing how your eyes shinned. “I don’t know.”


      “When will you give up in going out with him?” Jack asked you with an arm around your shoulder.

      You were at the supermarket doing your food shopping for the week. Jack was at your place and agreed to go with you.

      “Stop being against Andrew.” You asked while you were choosing what type of bread you wanted. “He is a really nice guy, you know.”

      “What I know is that he throws up more than the average people.” Jack teased.

      “Oh my God, when you will give up remembering this?” You complained, putting the package on your basket and walking through the shop.

      “Maybe when you admit to yourself he is just a route mistake you made.”

      “What if he is the one for me?” You asked going to pay your stuff.

      “He isn’t.” Jack said.

      “How can you be so sure of that?” You raised an eyebrow and putted your shops on the bags, Jack helped you carry those.

      “Well, if he is the one for you, why you keep liking going to clubs and being with other people?”

      “We agreed we would take things easy, Jack.” You told going out of the supermarket and walking through the street. “I am fine with the things now and he is too. We don’t need to rush.”

      “That’s what I’m saying, Y/N.” He pointed out. “If he is the one, you shouldn’t want to be with anyone else besides him and, let’s face it, you and me make out more than you and him.”

      You laughed. “So what are you suggesting? That you are my true love?”

      “Who knows? Maybe I am”

      You rolled your eyes. “You go out with more girls in one week than I go out with boys in one month, Maynard.”

      “Yeah…” He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s quite boring wait for you to realize I’m the only one, Y/N. You’re quite slow, you know?”

      “Yeah, ok, Jack.”

The fact: Last week

        You were craving for a cupcake after seeing Zoella’s Insta story. She was having a lovely lunch and had a marvelous dessert, so you decided go get one for yourself before losing your mind.

      You and Jack now were boyfriend and girlfriend, though only the close friends knew that. It was a bit hard date a youtuber and with everything going on in your lives, like his channel growing and you having your college stuff, you didn’t want any pressure about having a relationship open to the public eye.

        “Y/N! You heard someone calling you and looked around the shop, trying to discover who the source of it was. “Over here!”

        You were about to pay your order, Brittany, an old friend, was sit on a table on the other side of the place. You waved at her and she went towards you.

        “Hey, Britt.” You smiled to her.

        “Hey girl! How are you?”

        “Fine.” You thanked the employee that was charging your order. “What about you? I saw you went to Spain last week.”

        “Yes, I went!” She smiled. “It was amazing! I’m starting to have a thing for that country. I know it’s my philosophy never go to a place twice until I complete my wish list, but it was so pretty in there!” You laughed at her enthusiasm, was really cute.

        “It seemed really nice. I loved your pictures on Instagram.”

        “But, girl! This is not about me! I mean, yeah, I went traveling and it was amazing, but I heard you are dating Jack Maynard! Is it true?”

        You blushed. “Yeah, we are kind of hanging out together…”

        “Are you crazy or something?” She asked. “You two look adorable, I get it, but you know how that worked out to Shelly.”

        You felt like Britt has just punched you on your stomach. Shelly was Jack’s ex girlfriend. You met Jack when they were broke up already and you never really thought about it.

        “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” Britt apologized. A little late for that now, love. “I really think you two make a beautiful couple, Y/N.” She took your hand into hers. “I’m worried because I think you deserve more than a cheater.”

      You knew Britt considered cheaters the worst specie on the planet, she was cheated once and never wished that for anybody else. You knew that she was only saying that because she was in fact afraid of you getting hurt.

      What Britt didn’t knew though, was that you never thought about Jack being a cheater. You forgot it. You knew he was, but you completely disassociated him from that image. Now, it hit you.

      “That’s fine.” You forced a smile and took the cupcake you ordered. “I gotta go now, but I see you around, right?”

      “Text me if you need anything, Y/N.” She asked, realizing the mess she made. “I’m really sorry.”

      “It was good, Britt.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I just needed a little remind of one of the reasons why I avoid Jack Maynard at the first place.”


        You sighed, finally sitting on your sofa. You were really tired of thinking about that subject by yourself. It was burning your mind, corroding your thoughts, eating you inside out.

      You always knew Jack wasn’t the type of settle down. He went to a club, kissed a few girls on the same night, and then chose one to go home. You were alright with this fact, after all, you hooked up with a considerable amount of people at the same night too… But you never cheated.

      Cheating was something you always felt it would be horrible to do. It was something worst than a heartbreak, it was humiliating. Not only the person who promised to be faithful to you had broken this vow, but he/she chose to kiss another, thinking he/she was better than you.

      You get that the feeling of cheating should be amazing. Being with someone while having another waiting for you? It sounded really powerful and seductive. However, how you could handle the guilt afterwards? How could you look at your boyfriend/girlfriend knowing you did that to him/her?

      And, you couldn’t argue: Everybody knew your boyfriend was a cheater.

      Jack sat next to you.

      “I don’t want to be the insecure girlfriend who doesn’t let her boyfriend have night outs or stuff like that. I’m fine with you going out with the boys and everything, but honestly? I can’t say I’m not worried. I love you, but since last week, I have trouble sleeping.” You admitted.

      “Why since last week? I didn’t even go out last week.”

      You bit your lip. “Okay. I might have met Britt and she remembered me about Shelly.” You confessed.

      It was Jack’s turn to sigh. “I knew it.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I knew something triggered you.”

      “But it doesn’t matter, Jack!” You exclaimed. “You don’t understand? I sincerely don’t know how to deal with it.”

      “What are you trying to say? Do you want to break up?” He asked, looking at you afraid of the answer.

      “The last thing I want to do is break up with you, however it’s not because of it I won’t. I won’t wait for you to get sick of me and throw me away.”

      “Y/N…” He exhaled. “I will never get sick of you.”

      “How can you say that? How can you be sure of it? I doubt you didn’t like Shelly before you went sleep with other.”

      “It wasn’t like this.” He defended himself.

      “But you cheated her anyway, Jack.” You could feel the pain throbbing in your heart. “I love you, but I can’t handle this, babe.”

      He took a deep breath. He needed to say something because he felt you slipping through his fingers and he would never forgive himself if he let you go away just this easy.

      “Y/N, look.” He said, taking your hands into his and looking into your eyes. You were almost crying when saw that beautiful pair of jewels staring at you. “I won’t lie to you, ok?” Your heart started racing. “I am not good at relationships. I probably will forget our date anniversary and eventually gonna say something I won’t think about and hurt you and be stupid and stuff like that. But honestly? I won’t cheat at you.”


      “I know you and me seems something that came out of nothing for you, that we were really casual and, suddenly, we weren’t. But for me, it wasn’t like this that things happened.” He told you. “It started really calm, really quiet. I flirted with you for the first time and you blushed, something that I found really cute. Then I was noticing how beautiful you are every time you would hang with Conor and we started talking about the most silly things like ‘I hope the club won’t be crowded’ and shit like that when we met because we didn’t know each other.” He gave a soft smile when the memories invaded his mind and then again he was serious as you two were on the edge.

      “When I started flirting for real, you showed me that you weren’t an only-blush girl: You shutted me down every single time because you thought it was nothing, that I was doing that just because I wanted to bang you. And let me be honest with you now: I only wanted to bang you really.” You let a little laugh escape and he smile from seeing you better, a little relief coming to his heart. “But you didn’t let me, because you were worried about how it would affect you friendship with my brother and, in the extent to which our conversations evolved, my heart would race a little more when you showed up.” You felt your feelings squash inside you. “Since our first kiss I knew something would be different. I didn’t know what exactly, but it would. It felt so… Real.”

      “I was chilled about how things were, even with the Andrew guy around.” You rolled your eyes, Jack couldn’t let Andrew go. “Don’t roll your eyes to me, okay? It’s real. You never saw me in that state. Honestly, I don’t want to go back for that either. Not because I would get more drunk than ever or because I would be with any girl that showed up, but because it would mean we would break up and it is something I never, never, want to do, Y/N.” Your heart broke seeing him say that in that way, it was something that you never knew Jack felt and never knew he was able to feel.

      “You have your doubts, I get it. You can call me a dick if you want to, Y/N,  but I didn’t even care about Shelly. I thought I liked her, but now I know I didn’t and I’m fucking in love with you, Y/N.” You felt your breath escape through your lips. “It isn’t something I was looking for, I admit it too, but it happened and now I don’t know how I would work things out in my life without you. You put everything in balance.” He caressed your cheek. “I know words are only words and it is not much however I need you to trust me when I say that I won’t cheat on you.”

      His blue eyes were staring at you with such intensity, as if his whole soul was depending of your answer. He looked anxious and scared, but also relieved. You didn’t have doubts at all in that moment.

      “Why you didn’t tell me this before?”

      “I thought it was quite obvious.” Jack said, turning shy.

      “Silly.” You hugged him, finally crying. “I’m sorry, I was such an ass in the past week. I didn’t want to though.”

      “That’s alright, babe.”

      “I love you. I’m so afraid of you breaking me. I’m not sure I will be able to recover if you break me.” You confessed.

      “You won’t need to.” He promised, holding you tight.

      “Thank you.” You said breaking the hug.

      Jack smirked exactly how he did before kissing you for the first time: “You’re welcome.”

heavily inspired by one of hamletmachine’s illustrations, their art’s really got me on an inspiration kick rn so expect to see more things soon!

Fairy Tail Chapter 491

Mother and Child

After Game of Thrones’ season finale last night, I’m actually really happy this chapter was a bit slower compared to the previous one, because otherwise it would’ve been too much for me. :D

Joking aside, the chapter was more like a setup for future events than anything else and some of the big conflicts weren’t directly addressed. The first few pages were focused on Gajeel and Zera’s interactions and her trying to explain what’s going on. My suspicions were confirmed - the Iron Dragon Slayer was saved by Universe One. Ironic, considering how Irene’s ally Bradman did all he could to make sure Gajeel would not get out alive from their battle.

Now that Gajeel’s officially confirmed to be alive and on Tenroujima (just like @mard-geer-at-animegaysarecanon​ suspected after last week’s chapter), there are other burning questions that need answers.

Why is Zera alive?

First of all, I absolutely loved the transition from last week’s confident (and maybe even a bit cocky) Zera to the Zera we know from FT: Zero. She’s still the Zera that’s shy around people she’s just met and hides behind whatever is close to her, because she’s nervous. That just confirms that this Zera we’re seeing is the same illusion Mavis created when she was little.

Basically, Zera is yet another side effect of Irene’s magic. At the same moment she cast it, Mavis was freed from the crystal. That somehow resulted in the First’s memories and magic being reset and causing Zera to be “created” once again. Only this time she can be seen and heard by people other than her best friend.

Also, this time there’s a catch.

If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention. Excuse my Game of Thrones reference, I’m still thinking about the finale and the whole season 6 tbh.

The moment Mavis remembers something about Zera, Zera will disappear.

Since Fiore’s size has been reduced, it’s easier for Alvarez soldiers to meet their enemies, but it’s also become easier for the Fairies and co. to come across allies, which is what happened with Natsu, Lucy, Happy and Gray, Juvia and still unconscious Erza. The thing is, they are now all near Kardia Cathedral and the Royal Palace, which is currently occupied by none other than the Queen of Magic, Irene.

We already know that the Scarlet Despair is extremely powerful, but we witnessed another side of her character in this chapter. Since her introduction, she’s always seemed calm and calculating, not wanting to directly take part in the fights. Even when she met Acnologia, she managed to keep her cool and even outwitted the great dragon.

Yet in this panel she’s completely defeated the guards of the Royal palace. Not only that, there’s blood on their faces, which implies she didn’t use magic, but instead depended on her fighting abilities.

I really love the idea that Irene’s always breaking the status quo. She defied the current state of magic by using a completely new spell. She defied the very structure of the land by changing it to her advantage. She’s so strong that even Arcadios commented on how it defies logic. She’s so unpredictable and strong that it might turn out she’s exactly the villain we’ve been waiting to see in this arc, not counting Zeref and Acnologia, of course.

The really interesting part came with Irene turning princess Hisui into a mouse and asking her father if he still loved her.

It’s been implied, and now it’s more or less officially confirmed, that the Scarlet Despair and Erza are related. So far, the two major theories are that they’re either sisters or mother and daughter. While it wasn’t specifically mentioned that the chapter’s title had anything to do with their case, judging by Irene’s rather peculiar reaction after Hisui’s transformation, it might turn out to be a hint at her being Titania’s mother.

The Queen of Magic turned into a different person when she asked Fiore’s king if he could still love his daughter even if she’s in that state. To me, her expression in the next panel was that of a woman who’s been through a lot of pain and has tortured herself over a failure of some kind for a long time.

Let’s think about it. Toma asked Irene to not hurt his daughter. He was ready to do anything to protect her which was exactly what triggered Irene’s reaction. Erza’s never mentioned she has a sister and even if she had, wouldn’t she have also been a slave in the Tower of Heaven? If Irene is indeed Titania’s mother, that would mean she failed to keep her daughter safe and let her be taken as a slave. She failed as a parent, or at least that’s been torturing her for years.

We can also look at this from another perspective. If Irene is Erza’s sister, maybe she’s blaming their parents for not being able to protect Titania (I’ll just assume Irene wasn’t taken as a slave) and that’s why she found it hard to believe Toma would do anything for his daughter.

Whatever the truth is, Erza’s backstory will be explored yet again in the upcoming few chapters if we consider how close she and her relative are right now. And if you thought Irene can’t surprise you any longer in terms of magic, you’re mistaken. Not only did she sense Erza, but she also made a giant eye appear in the sky, so she could see the people that were approaching the castle.

Another thing worth mentioning is that when she used that magic to observe the castle’s surroundings, a very familiar sign appeared in both her eye and the eye in the sky. It was the same logo Erza has on the armor she usually wears. That little detail further emphasizes that those two are related.

At the same time, Makarov and a huge Fairy Tail team were fighting some Alvarez soldiers led by Irene’s two generals. I couldn’t quite understand what kind of magic Heine used, but the always cheerful and smiling Juliet deals with some sticky magic. They both showed interest in Mira, pointing out how strong she is, so I’m expecting a quite interesting battle between those three. I’ve become a huge fan of Mira, so seeing her in action (maybe using the Seilah take over) would be a most welcome sight.

At the end of the chapter it became clear why Zera is here. Right now the Fairies and their allies are at a disadvantage. They still don’t know what happened and how exactly they were teleported. They’re still confused by their changed surroundings and they’ve lost contact with many of their comrades. Mavis, the one who’s always bringing them together, the mother figure, is also absent, so a character was needed to do that in her stead. Zera, even though I don’t know how she did it, used Telepathy (the same magic Warren uses) to send a message to all the Fairies and tell them to get back to their guild and protect Mavis. This also implies Zera has sensed her friend is in grave danger.

Next chapter’s title is “Elder sister and younger sister”. While it may be a hint at Erza and Irene’s relation, let’s not forget that there are two other pairs of sisters on the battlefield right now. Mirajane and Lisanna are currently fighting together and since it was implied the S-Class mage is gonna face Irene’s squad, we might see a Strauss sister combo very soon (maybe one of them will protect the other, but I’m really more into the idea of them combining their powers and kicking ass together). It was also implied that an Aguria reunion is very likely to happen. We still haven’t seen anyone from Crime Sorciere or Sabertooth after Irene cast Universe One, though, so it would be a good way to bring them back into the game.

Some other thoughts about the chapter

While I’m a bit disappointed that neither Zeref and Mavis, nor August and Brandish appeared in this chapter, it was actually something I expected. Chapter 490 was really intense, even though there was not much action in it, so a “slower” chapter right after it was not a surprise.

I’m also quite happy that the title of this chapter was referring to Mavis’ role in Fairy Tail, just as I suspected. If it had something to do with Irene and Erza, it would have honestly been too soon to reveal it after chapter 490.

Also, did anyone else notice that Zera knows waaaaaay too much about what’s going on right now? :D How does she do that?

As usual, do let me know what you thought of this chapter. ^_^ What do you think Erza and Irene’s relation is? Do you think Zera will disappear as soon as Mavis remembers her or do you think Mashima’s got something else planned for her? ^_^

Blue's Clues: A Jurassic World chatfic that went progressively out of hand
  • Owen: Slowly... slowly...
  • Hoskins: Grady, tell it to back off. We could still make a fortune out of both of them. Just let it stand down.
  • Owen: They're your weapons. You disarm them.
  • Delta, in Raptorese: Father, shall I slay the corpulent unpleasant one so we can dine on its flesh in your honor?
  • Owen: Chirp chirp.
  • Delta, still in Raptorese: Father is kind <mauls Hoskins>
  • Owen: Zach, Gray, drop the chair.
  • Lowery, grabbing the thinking chair: You heard him.
  • Hoskins, while being eviscerated: At least let me shart on it first.
  • Dr. Wu, in the choppah: Why does everyone want to pass gas on my good chair!
  • Owen: Lowery, lower the chair.
  • Lowery: Awww man.
  • Barry: We will need a lot of therapy to make this moment in our lives okay.
  • Gray: Hey, remember when just a few minutes ago when we were going through the motions of a show you watched when you were 3.
  • Zach: Where's Aunt Claire?
  • Indominus, outside, doing the bring it pose: Claire Dearing, this ends now!
  • Claire, eyes glowing, flares on hand: It's come to this, Indominus. Run, or face me like a woman.
  • Indominus Rex: Fool, you are but one woman and I am the greatest carnivorous mechanism of the terrestial vertebrata there will ever be. What chance have you?
  • Claire, using her high heeled shoes as imrpov nunchuks while levitating: You assume that I fight alone, sparsely feathered one.
  • Zach, as wind effects too expensive for even Spielberg's budget swirl around his aunt: Oh no. Aunt Claire's entering the High Heels state.
  • Gray: Awesome!
  • Blue and Delta, standing by Claire's side: Chirp chirp.
  • Owen, in a kinda perverted way: I'll say. <sees raptors run toward Claire as she battles the I. Rex with only her high heels.>
  • Echo, in Raptorese: Father disapproves of our betrayal.
  • Charlie, as if they can speak anything other than raptorese anyway: How can you tell, sister?
  • Owen: <stares, "I am disappoint">
  • Echo: How shall we seek his forgiveness.
  • Charlie: As recompense for our disloyalty, we must challenge the one they call Indominus.
  • Echo: Indominus. Let's put her name to the test.
  • Claire: Lowery, now.
  • Lowery: Now, what now? <sees a flare> Oh, that. <the "Be a Man" song from Mulan plays in the background>
  • Rexy: Roar.
  • Raptor squad: Chirp chirp.
  • Owen: They're switching sides! Attagirls!
  • Claire: We fight as one!
  • Rexy, roaring as if to say: Bitch I work solo.
  • Indominus: Well, granny, nice of you to join us. <pwnage>
  • Rexy, in Rexese: Okay, I take it back. We share the glory.
  • Raptor Squad: Harooh, Harooh, Harooh <it's chirping, but whatevs, there was pwnage>.
  • Indominus, as her ass is handed by Rexy, Claire, and the Raptor Squad: This cannot be, I'm indominable. <gets hit by Claire's shoes, specifically the heely bits, in the eyes> AAAAAAAGH
  • Rexy: Bitch, shut your face.
  • Indominus: This is Madness.
  • Claire: We're not doing that reference! <the combined awesomeness of her, Rexy, and the raptor squad push I. Rex into the lagoon.>
  • Mosasaur, chomps on Indominus: Omnomnomnomnom.
  • Owen: I'm so proud of you girls.
  • Blue: Is Claire going to be our new mommy?
  • Owen: I have no idea what you just said Blue, but you do daddy proud. Go, for now it's time for so long...
  • Zach: Owen, we might have to do this in the ferry.
  • Owen: No, we have to do it here.
  • Owen, singing: But we'll sing just one more song. Thanks for doing you're part, you sure are smart, you know with me, and Claire, and these guys here, we can...
  • Claire: Owen, wrap it up.
  • Owen: Alright, alright. <goes to the ferry, waving at the raptors as they board> can and will be awesome, everything is cool when we're part of a team.
  • Zach, holding a yellow pages in his hand: And yet he butchers it again.
  • Gray, overlooking the yellow pages: Nitpicking later, find therapist now.
  • Zach: Dr. Malcolm seems affordable. Think our insurance would cover it?
  • Owen: Goodbye kids. See you soon.
  • Raptor squad: Chirp chirp <Farewell, father! We shall rule the island in your name>.

Hey it’s MEREDITH!!!!
Im going to the 1989 TOUR DENVER NIGHT 2 (Section 104, Row 2, seats 7+8) in a few days with my sister!!!

We’re driving 7 hours up to Colorado from New Mexico and this took me 15 hours of painting the posters and 4 hours for the shirt to make! Im OVERLY ECSTATIC to see the Denver Squad!! ITS SO SOON AND IM HAVING NO CHILL!!!! LOVE YOU taylorswift IM SOO EXCITED!!

k but on a lighter note

can we all appreciate Bismuth’s banter with Garnet and Pearl?

Bismuth: Did anyone lose a pearl? Who do you belong to?

Pearl, proudly: Nobody!!

It’s like, they’re friends and shit and joking around??? also

Bismuth: You’re one to talk! Oh, or should I say two to talk

Garnet: *summons her gauntlet and punches Bismuth’s shoulder while laughing*

It’s so cute and genuine I hope Bismuth comes back soon so we can see the whole squad being friends