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My Great Comet Experience

I saw the 8 pm show on July 15, 2017! Here are a bunch of the things that happened during the show/at stagedoor (as many of the things as I can remember, anyway) in no real order:

  • Before the show, Paul Pinto gave us dumplings and chatted with us a lot and was super nice
  • Paul warned us that there would be a lot of high kicks and Russian dancing and that everyone would invade our personal space
  • When Denée walked by at the start of Prologue after Andrey had left, she made eye contact with me
  • An ensemble member sang the very first “Everyone’s got nine different names!” right in our faces
  • I got hit by so many dresses it was amazing
  • Reed LuPlau came up and said hi a few different times (Including during The Duel, when he came right up in my face and yelled)
  • I made eye contact with Everyone
  • Grace McLean and Amber Gray smiled at me a bunch
  • Nicholas Belton, as Bolkonsky, almost grabbed my sister during Private And Intimate Life but ended up going with another girl who was older than her
  • During The Opera, when Lucas entered, he stood right next to me as he said “Mais charmante” and my heart stopped
  • During The Duel, Josh Canfield slid up to me on his stomach and yelled “HEY THERE!” and I yelled back “HI!”
  • In The Duel, Grace came out all clad in leather and holding a whip (something I will never ever forget) and started doing a lot of sexual moves and she saw the confused look on my little brother’s face, looked at me, and laughed 
  • Amber sounded much more concerned for Pierre than she sounds on the cast album
  • When Dolokhov “shot” Pierre, Amber screamed “NO!” but there was also some other guy who yelled “NO!” and I’m still not sure exactly who it was
  • During Letters, when Lucas was singing the “Just say yes” part, he held out the last “Yes” forever and was on the ground and basically clinging to Denée for dear life
  • When Denée yelled “YES!” after Lucas finished his part in Letters, she grabbed onto him forcefully and everyone laughed
  • During The Abduction, Nick Choksi ran over to our table and yelled “WHO’S OVER 21 AT THIS TABLE” and my older sister pointed at my little brother and Nick went “SHOTS FOR EVERYONE!”
  • Nick threw lemon Jolly Ranchers on our table
  • At one point, Nick came over, patted my head, and went “You’re a sweet kid. Don’t listen to guys like me” and I almost cried
  • Amber set her glass down on our table
  • Lucas Steele played violin right in my mom’s face
  • Lucas’ note at the start of The Abduction went on forever and everyone cheered so much it was wild
  • Lucas sat down in front of my mom for a bit and afterwards she commented on how sweaty he was
  • When Lucas told everyone to sit down during The Abduction, he sat down next to some guy and then gave him a fist bump and everyone laughed
  • While Lucas had us sitting and waiting in silence, he ever-so-slowly leaned his head back, causing everyone to laugh even more (and I leaned to my sister and said “What if Lucas just sneezed Right Now”)
  • When the “Wait! WAIT!” part happened in The Abduction, Heath Saunders went “Seriously?” in a very unhappy manner (damn you Dolokhov for ruining his fun)
  • During The Abduction, a clarinetist played right in my face
  • Everyone went WILD with the egg shakers I had one in each hand and just went at it
  • Lucas and Amber were all over each other it was very strange but definitely the dynamic I expected between the two
  • The Marya/Hélène makeout Happened and it was great
  • There was so much yelling I was very tempted to join in
  • At one point in The Abduction, an ensemble member (her name has slipped my mind) sat on my sister’s chair and just leaned on her shoulder for awhile
  • I cried during Dust And Ashes so thanks for that Oak
  • When Oak sang “Amuse yourself with women like my wife,” Amber looked so angry and offended
  • After Pierre And Anatole, Grace sat on a stool in front of my mom so she was facing me and she looked very solemn
  • I looked at her every so often and was already in tears because the show got sad, then I saw a tear roll down Grace’s face and it absolutely broke me
  • At the end of the show, Grace and I made eye contact while I was still crying and she smiled at me
  • Sonya Alone broke my heart, Ingrid started crying towards the end of it
  • Denée’s crying during Pierre And Natasha was really loud and she was right near me and it hurt my soul
  • Oak put so much emotion into everything and made me cry and smile and just??? He’s such an amazing Pierre he is honestly my favorite one
  • At stagedoor, Reed LuPlau, Andrew Mayer, Heath Saunders, Oak, and Nicholas Belton all recognized my art from Instagram/twitter
  • Everyone complimented my art and it made me feel really good
  • Nick had me sign my art with his sharpie and I almost cried right there
  • Nick, when he saw my art, was like “I’m sort of a drawer myself!” I told him I had seen his art and he looked kinda surprised
  • Lucas had me hold onto my art while he kept signing so he could come back and get it and I had to move somewhere else on the barrier to get to Nicholas so my mom took my drawing of Lucas for me and she said that Lucas was walking and looking around for me at first because I had moved
  • Lucas told my mom to tell me he said thank you for the art and honestly he was just so sweet??
  • Nicholas was the last one out so I asked him about what to do with the rest of the drawings I had and he took them in for me which was really kind of him

If I remember anything else I’ll add it in a reblog, but this is the main stuff that I can remember!

In the Arms of Justice Pt 19 (Cop!Bucky x reader)

Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Steve, Natasha, Rumlow, Surprise Witness!  

Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.

Warnings: Fluff, then some angst. Some anxiety, also blood, murder, weapon and death mentions (none of it graphic), violence against women, gritty police drama tv show kind of feel.

Word Count: 1693

Tags at the bottom. TAG LIST IS CLOSED, I’M SO SORRY.

A/N: Oh snap, who’s at the door? I’ve got some answers for you and some fluff attached. I’m working on the last few parts of this series! Thank you all so much for your support and I adore all your comments, likes, reblogs, asks, and anything else you send my way. I love you all! 

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He paused, then realizing that you and he now had wounds on the same side of your lower back: him with a previous gunshot wound and you from a knife. He chuckled briefly.

“Well, that’s not the kind of bonding I thought would occur this early in a relationship, but…”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, resuming the kiss. Just then, the hospital door opened and you two broke apart.

But it was too late. There was a witness to your loving embrace.


“Oh, geez! You guys are lucky it was me and not another officer,” Steve reprimanded you both. “You’ve both gotta keep it in your pants a while longer til things are settled, alright?”

You and Bucky both gawked at him.

“How did you..”

“You’re not surprised, Steve?” Bucky asked his partner.

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everything stays

pairing: snowbaz
words: 2400
summary: baz and penelope try to surprise simon at christmas and on his birthday, but simon is the one who ends up surprising them. a story about the slow process of recovery and some thoughts on the nature of hope. (inspired by this song from adventure time.)
genre: mostly fluff, a touch of hurt/comfort and a little angst that (spoiler) turns out ok
notes: this is the first fic i’ve posted on this blog and it’s pretty important to me, seeing as i am firmly in the Simon Snow Salisbury Deserved Better camp when it comes to the ending of carry on, so here is my revisionist self adding post-canon simon angst (plus resolution to said angst) and snowbaz fluffiness.

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Love Yourself: Build Confidence

So you might have seen earlier, but for those of you who missed it here’s an Ask I got earlier that I wanted to address in a bit more detail:

I could’ve just given a brief answer, but quite frankly, and I don’t think I can state this enough, confidence is such an important thing for crossdressers and Trans* people alike.

Story Time

When I started out this blog, and for a good year afterwards, I was extremely shy. Just think of me as some kind of hermit crab, happy to do anything within my shell but far to retiring to be seen outside of it.

I didn’t really want to draw attention to myself and I certainly didn’t like the idea of people just stumbling across my blog and recognising me. Which is why I covered my face for a lot of my first posts (give yourself a pat on the back if you’ve been around long enough to remember this).

Yeah, just like that.

So what happened? How did I go from a cheap crossdressing imitation of The Laughing Man to the Jessica Blaise we all know and (hopefully) love today?

Well… I’d be lying if I said alcohol wasn’t involved, but the real key was to put myself out there. If you’re constantly hiding away then you’ll never be in a position to be yourself.

For me, it was about taking small steps. When this picture was taken I had a few friends who knew about Jess (she didn’t even have a name back then) but it was a very close-knit circle of people I knew well and trusted. I didn’t truly build confidence until I let other people in.

My neighbours (while I was at uni) came over one day and I, without thinking, had left a picture of Jess on my PC for the world to see. After a few minutes of general conversation, one of them eventually asked “Who’s the girl?”

Now I won’t lie here; my heart jumped out of my chest. My metaphorical hermit crab had been caught outside of its shell wearing heels and bright red lipstick. I froze for a few seconds, but rather than trying to lie I thought about how I could use this to my advantage.

“You don’t recognise her?” He took a closer look but just shook his head. He didn’t have a damn clue that he was looking at the same person he was talking to just wearing a different gender.

I told him it was me, but he straight up didn’t believe me. I even had to call a housemate in to confirm that the girl on the screen was me.

Moral Of The Story

So, as heartwarming and Oscar-worthy of a tale that was, what difference does it actually make?

Well, for one, it made me realise that all these faults and similarities I can see between myself and Jess aren’t as obvious to everyone else. I like to think I know my body and face quite well (we’ve been together for 24 years now, it’s quite the inseparable relationship), and that means that I will always see features of my guy self in Jess. Others will not see them, or at least nowhere near as much as you do.

Secondly, and this one I think is a bit more important, it taught me how to make less of a big deal out of crossdressing. We didn’t have a long heart-felt conversation about it, I didn’t have to speak with him in privacy and tell him everything in confidence. He simply found out and that was that; he would’ve reacted no differently if I had told him I enjoyed archery.

Obviously I didn’t go from shy little hermit crab to Crossdressing Superstar overnight. Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither was my confidence, but once I had broken my shell and realised I didn’t need it as much it became a lot easier to tell others. Every single compliment from a friend or stranger helped to boost that confidence, and I found that insults/hate dissolved quickly and that my friends would always be there to defend me, verbally or otherwise.

I’m gonna leave it there for tonight. I could go on forever about confidence building techniques, but those are the most important ones you’ll need. If you want more 1-to-1 advice please feel free to message me with your situation!

And, as always, here’s a picture for your time. It’s an old one but I think it’s quite apt for this topic.

Remember to like and reblog! The notes I get on these posts really help to tell me whether you ladies are finding them useful or not, and if you have any ideas on what else I could write about then send it over in an ask!

- Jessica Blaise x x

Another (Chapter One)(ThunderShield)

So excited to share this one with you guys!! I hope you all love our boys as much as I do becasue these big blonds are the CUTEST!!

Spread some love for this fic and everybody REBLOG for me please!! ThunderShield is sort of a rare pair so spread the word!


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The first time something happened between Steve and Thor, it was after a tough battle. The team had been scrambling to work together, to keep their heads about them, and it had very nearly ended in several civilian casualties.
It had been a bad day.

“Movie night. One hour.” Tony snapped as the team stumbled through the doors of the common area. “Mandatory. Today was awful and we all need to reboot.”

“Sure thing, Stark.” Natasha agreed wearily, and looped her arms over Clint’s neck. “Carry me.”

“I gotcha babe.” He picked her up easily and sent Tony a smile. “We will be back after a shower. Can I order pizza?”

“Whatever you want, bud.” Tony said instantly, and reached for Bucky’s hand. “Shower for us too, soldier.”

“Sure thing, sweet thing.” Bucky drawled, and kissed Tony gently. “Cap, you want to pick a movie? We will be back.”

“Nobody likes the movies I pick out.” Steve argued good naturedly and Bucky made a face.

“Yeah. Me either. Thors out too, he takes forever to decide.”

“Damn you guys.” Sam rolled his eyes and dropped his wing pack on the floor. “I will pick a movie. You guys go shower.” He clapped Steve on the shower as he passed on his way to the movie room. “Take a load off Cap. You look tense.”

“Yeah.” Steve smiled, or at least he did until Sam left, then he let his shield drop with a thunk and sat heavily on the couch.

It was hard some days.

Hard to pretend like everything was okay all the time. Hard to pretend like he knew what to do with himself if he wasn’t fighting. A soldier who couldn’t fit into a world not at war.

It seemed to be getting worse lately, this feeling of not belonging.

He didn’t know why, and he didn’t know how to make it stop.

So he just sat on the couch with his head in his hands and waited to be called down to watch another movie full of references he didn’t really understand and didn’t really care too.

Bucky, of course, didn’t understand them either, but he had Tony on his lap explaining things in a quiet voice in between kisses. It was adorable in a borderline disgusting way.

Almost six months ago Bucky had stood up at the breakfast table and in typical charming Bucky style, had announced that he would love nothing more than to take Tony out for a date, because he figured it would be rude to stare this much without at least buying him dinner.

Tony had blushed and stammered and then had just walked over and kissed Bucky square on the lips. Bucky had swooped him up and carried him out of the room and they hadn’t left the bedroom for the rest of the day.

Steve had been so happy for his best friend, and at the same time, the saddest he’d been in a long time.
Because after finally getting Bucky back, Bucky had found someone else.

And Steve didn’t have anyone.

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anonymous asked:

I really loved the "spice up those coffee shop AUs" you reblogged, I could just see every single situation with mckirk. I couldn't choose a favourite so could you please pick one that you like the most and do your magic? Also, I just wanted to say that you're very beautiful inside and out.

Based on this. Kind of? It went a different direction fairly quickly.

  • Owning a coffee shop is hard work, okay? Harder than Bones thought. His shop runs fine, he has enough customers on a daily base to run a decent profit each month, but it’s not all grinding coffee beans, making fancy cappuccinos, and smiling gently at guests. The latter is not Bones’ thing to begin with, but he has employees for that. And co-owner Uhura, who spends more time in front of the shop than in the little office for their paperwork. But then Uhura leaves on a honeymoon with Spock, and Bones suddenly has to stand behind that counter, pretending to know what he’s doing.
  • And Bones can make a good coffee, maybe among the best coffees, but his cappuccinos don’t look so great, and the professional foam machine has been broken since forever. The other employees don’t have any problems making fancy foam and cute little art with chocolate powder or whatever. “Dude,” Jim says, a hand on Bones’ shoulder, “I’m sorry, but those cappuccinos look like shit.” “Excuse me?” Bones asks, and Jim raises an eyebrow. “You heard me,” he replies. Who does this Jim even think he is? Obviously he has no idea Bones is actually the owner of this place, but somehow, Bones doesn’t mind that as much. “Oh, really?” Bones asks, “taste it.” “I’m not tasting that, it looks like the saddest cappuccino I’ve ever seen.” “Try it,” Bones persists, and Jim glances at him suspiciously, but then reaches out and takes a sip. “Okay,” he says, “that tastes pretty good-” “I told you.” “- but look at it! These hipsters demand not just great coffee, but also aesthetics.” Bones groans at that, and Jim laughs. “I agree, but they buy most of our coffee.” “Fine,” Bones says, “if you can spare a minute or two after your shift’s over, show me how to do it.”
  • Bones knows how to work the espresso machine, but for some reason, he’s happy to pretend he doesn’t just to have Jim explain it to him. "How long have you worked here?“ Jim asks, and Bones shrugs as an answer. “How long have you?” He counters. “A year, almost,” Jim says. “And you have no aspirations to look for something more… challenging?” Bones asks. “I’m trying to teach you how to make beautiful coffee,” Jim replies, “and for some reason, that proves to be rather challenging.” “Screw you,” Bones says, though with a small grin, and Jim laughs. “Maybe after you make me a beautiful coffee.”
  • Turns out, Jim actually has an astrophysics degree. It’s something he casually mentions one afternoon when it’s quiet, and he’s overseeing Bones making a coffee. “You have a- and you work here? Jesus, Jim.” “What?” Jim asks, “I like working here.” “But you could work for NASA!” “I can also make great coffees,” Jim replies, “and, you know, fail horribly at teaching you to make ones that look half decent. How can yours taste so great but look awful?” “That’s just who I am,” Bones says, and Jim laughs. “No, you look pretty great.”
  • “Bones, seriously, I’m worried that Uhura’s gonna get you fired if you keep making coffees looking as sorry as these,” Jim says, and Bones laughs. “I’m not gonna get fired,” he says. “I hope not,” Jim replies, “that would be a waste.” Truthfully, Bones practiced at home. He knows how to make those coffees the way Jim wants to see them. But there is something so nice about pretending to be clueless and maybe a little clumsy. To watch Jim sigh and smile and teach him again. Perhaps Bones is also purposely trying out Jim’s patience, because there’s gotta be something underneath that everlasting patience. Jim shouldn’t be patient. Had Bones not been the owner of this place, surely he’d be fired already.
  • The flirting is great, though. Jim isn’t shy at all, casually flirts along when Bones suggests Jim teaches him after office hours. He sees Jim’s lips curl into a smile when Bones’ hand briefly rests on Jim’s lower back as he passes him while helping a customer. He feels Jim’s hand on his arm to stop him from making “a mistake”, and his hand lingers even after Bones has corrected himself. And Bones tells himself nothing could ever happen between the two of them, because surely Jim’s more interested in the younger girls and guys who come in and ask for coffees. He must have someone at home waiting for him; being the bright, generous, and ridiculously good looking guy he is. So flirting is safe, and it’s fun, because nothing’s ever going to come of it.
  • The two of them are cleaning up after hours when Uhura returns. “Nyota,” Bones says, smiling at her as she walks in and pulls him into a quick hug, “how was your trip?” “Great. How was working in the shop, instead of running it in the background?” She asks, and Bones shrugs. “Manageable. Barely, but still.” “I don’t doubt Jim’s been a good help,” she says, nodding towards the other, who looks at Bones in disbelief. Bones throws him a small smile, and offers a simple shrug. Well, there goes that bit of fun. “Can you make me a coffee?” Uhura asks, and Bones nods. Doesn’t even think twice about it, and just makes Uhura a decent cappuccino.
  • “You lied to me,” Jim says, catching Bones when the other walks home. “What- have you been following me?” “Yes,” Jim says, “why didn’t you tell me?” “Okay, I’m co-owner,” Bones says. “Not that,” Jim replies, “I mean that you can actually make good looking coffees instead of that shit you produce around me.” “I was… testing your patience.” “Bullshit,” Jim replies, and Bones raises an eyebrow. “Okay,” Bones says, “I liked the way you taught me. And I enjoyed our… banter.” “Banter?” Jim repeats, “you mean the flirting?” “If you want to call it that,” Bones replies. “I do,” Jim says, “were you ever going to follow up on that flirting, or what?” “Were you?” Bones counters, and Jim frowns. “I was. I don’t know if we can do that, considering you’re my boss, but… I was going to ask you out, once you got your coffee right.” Bones laughs at that, and Jim narrows his eyes. “I don’t know if we can go through with that, though. Our relationship is build on a lie,” he says dramatically, and this time, they both laugh.
  • "I still want to go on a date with you,” Jim says eventually, when they cross the park that leads towards Bones’ home. Why Jim’s still walking with him is beyond him, but Bones isn’t quite stopping Jim either. “I never realized you were so serious about the flirting,” Bones says. “Of course I was,” Jim replies, “you weren’t?” “I mean, I never thought anything was going to happen,” Bones says, “not that I mind if it would, but you’re allround amazing, and I’m… I mean, I’m a divorced father who owns a coffee shop. You’re an astrophysicist. How does that even-” Jim leans in, kissing him to shut him up, and it’s something Bones readily accepts. Jim’s arms around his shoulders, his own arms find their way around Jim’s waist, keeping the other close. “Go out on a date with me,” Jim says when he pulls away. “Okay,” Bones says, out of breath, “I know a great coffee place.”
I Lost A Friend

This isn’t my usual tickle-related content, so just be weary of that. But it is something I’d like people to read. So please, give it your time.

Today, seeing as it’s just past midnight, is the 5 year anniversary of the death of one of my closest friends. He was only 21. I remember getting the phone call one random day at Uni. Another friend, informing me of the details. He sounded like he didn’t know how to tell me. I don’t think I knew how to react. I just said “thank you”. I sat there in my room all day. Just sitting. I kept thinking “why am I not crying? Why am I not screaming?”. I felt awful, like I didn’t care. Of course I was just in shock. I hadn’t processed it. But I’ll never forget feeling awful for not immediately breaking down. After a few hours it hit me. And trust me, I broke down then. I’m not typically an emotional guy, but I was then. I couldn’t stop sobbing.
A few weeks later I went back home for his stone-setting. I met with his family. Gave them some pictures of us. We shared good memories and grieved together. I can see the look on his 7-year old sisters face now. Like she didn’t understand why all the adults were sad. Like she was concerned about us. It was devastating for his family and I felt so helpless to do anything. I felt like my even being there reminded them of their son. Of what they lost.
Then that night some of our friends went camping in his memory. He loved to camp. He always said it was funny because he was gay and was “the campest man for many reasons!”. We sat there and reminisced into the early hours. We argued at one point, about some trivial detail, fuelled by loss. Like somehow yelling at each other about something that got out of hand helped us to air our issues with life being unfair. It was a good night. We were together.
But more than any of that, what sticks out in my mind is the last time I saw him before he passed away. I had just gotten home from Uni for a week off. We hadn’t talked in a bit cos I’d been away. As I was walking through the train station I saw him. Waiting for someone. He hasn’t seen me. I was already late to meet my family so I just ran around, saying in my own head I’d message him later, catch up with him while I was home. I’d see him soon enough. I didn’t. I didn’t message him. I was always too busy. I didn’t reach out to him because I thought why should I? Let him reach out. Let him do it. I didn’t see him again. I had walked away from my last time seeing him. I never got to tell him how much he impacted me. How much I loved him. How much he meant to me, as a friend, even if we weren’t talking. Today, for every year for the rest of my life, I’ll always remember the time I failed to put aside my own feelings and reach out to someone who was a part of my life. If only to say “Thank you. For making me laugh. Being there for me. Arguing with me. Protecting me. Sharing your life with me. I’m sorry I let my pride and whatever we both did let us drift apart, and that I was a bad friend or you were a bad friend or I did this or you did that it doesn’t fucking matter. It just doesn’t fucking matter. I’m sorry. But thank you”.

Folks, that will haunt me until the day I die. The pain. The memories. Our failings. All of it. It will haunt me.

I know I never ask this of people, but could people reblog this around the community if they read it? Share it as much as you can. Not for my story, but for what I’m about to ask next.

Message someone you haven’t spoken to in a while. Maybe you didn’t speak because of a fight and you’re not talking? Maybe you just let it drift? Maybe you just haven’t found time? Regardless, message them. Even if it’s just to thank them for being part of your life. For being there for the good times and bad. Just tell them “thank you”.

And if you get a little “thank you” messaged to you, consider replying. Think about what it feels like to lose someone. Forever. To have no chance at getting them back in your life. And please do what I failed to do. Put it aside. Just talk. Even if it’s just a catch up. Thank them back. Make the effort.

I’m sorry this wasn’t a more fun thing to read, but thank you for reading. And please please do what I ask. Share it around and take part. I want everyone in the community to be able to do this. Just for today. Just for my friend. Just for a 21-year old lad, who none of you knew, and who never knew how grateful I was for him.
Reach out. Build back bridges. Don’t let it be too late.

Thank you. Both on my behalf, and his.

  • <p> <b></b> Michael POV<p/><b></b> "Man I didn't even really wanna go to prom, it was just a bunch of overly horny niggas and bitches that spent hundreds if not thousands of dollars on one night that would be over before it began" I said as me and my bestfriend Metri sat at the food court in the mall. "Bitch shut the fuck up you know you wanna go, you just mad cause you don't have a date yet, and you extra salty cause Darrien ain't ask you yet" he laughed as he took a bite of his chick-fil-a sandwhich. He was right though I actually did wanna go but I only wanted to go with one person and that was him, waiting on him to ask me to prom was like waiting in line for new Jordan's to drop it takes forever. "Yeah whatever Bitch, he ain't gonna ask me so Im just over it, it's only a week an a half left till prom and I don't have a tux or limo shit I'm mad as hell I brought that $100 ticket" I said actually becoming mad a little. " Calm down Mike, you'll get asked and if you don't you can come with me and Travis" he replied trying to cherler me up. "GREAT!!, so I can be a third wheel, na I'll pass" I retorted honestly. We finished our meal and did a little more shopping as we were leaving I seen darrien and some other boy walking on I quickly grabbed metri and duck behind this big ass flower pot outside the mall. "BITCH, I'll smack the shit outta you bout to give me whip flash better be glad me and Jesus ace boon coons in this new year don't do that shit no more" he said but I ignored everything he said and said " Look, there go Darrien and some other boy going in the mall, do you know him?" I asked because my Bitch been around the block and up the street a few times. " Yeah that's Evan he got a big dick, Mmm.. A really big-". " Michael?" Someone asked from behind me and from the voice I knew exactly who it was. " He-hey Darrien funny running into you here haha" I say nervously beings I was just caught hiding behind a flower pot at 3 in the afternoon. " What you doing behind this flower pot, hey Metri" he said as he hugged us both. "Well I was-we were- he needed" I couldn't speak at all so like a true bestfriend my bitch quickly said " We were here looking at tuxs for prom, how about you guys and hey Evan!" He said as he gave Evan that look that make ya mom uncomfortable cause she no her son getting dicked down right. "Wassup Metri, still looking sexy as ever, you a stranger thou shawty, I see ya new nigga got you in lock huh?" Evan replied licking his lips and I'll admit I got alil turned on. "please don't get him started on niggas" I said as I pulled darriens so we could talk away from those two knuckle heads.<p/><b></b> Darrien POV<p/><b></b> I'll admit it Michael was looking so fine right now he had his hair I'm braids that led to a man bun and his ass was sitting right, I spotted him and Metri walking out the mall as soon as we got close to the steps o seen him duck down behind that flower pot and all that. "So why was you hiding again?" I asked him because I wanted a answer. " ok truth is I seen you and Evan and I didn't know him so I thought-" before he could finish I said " I was cheating, Oh okay, nah shawty I'm not going no where". " So if that's true why haven't you asked me to prom yet Darrien we only have a week basically to get his shit together, is cause I'm a boy and your parents don't know" he said and I could see the hurt in his eyes. " Come on man! Don't start with that, look I love you and I always will but I'm just not ready for my parents to know yet" I honestly said.<p/><b></b> Me and Michael been messing around since sophomore year and we are now seniors, I came out at school for him cause I really do love him I just haven't told my parents yet.<p/><b></b> "Don't do what! D, explain to the guy I love that I wanna be with him whole heartily I fucking love ya bigheaded ass and I just wanna spend this night with you" he said as tears rolled down his face. Before I could reply he grabbed Metri and left me standing there. "damn, bro you fucked up this time huh?" Evan said walking over as we watched them leave. " Man shut up nigga, I didn't do shit, he wanna go to prom with me but I haven't told my parents about us yet, don't get me wrong I love his ass a lot but I'm not ready yet man, what you think?" I asked him cause he was my boy and he keep it 100 with me. " I think that you should take his ass to prom, tell ya parents and move on if that accept you great if they don't go to college with ya man and start a new life my nigga, for to long we love for others because what they might think or feel bit what about us?" He said as we entered Zumiez " Since when did you become Mr. Knowitall" I said mushing his head. " Since I came out 2 months ago and my mom accept me but you know pops ain't wit it but he cool" he replied which made me think about my next move and how I was gonna tell my parents that there only child was gay and wanted to go to prom with a boy!! Damn.<p/><b></b> If you like this first little snippet of my new tumble story "Knight in shining armor" please please please #reblog and comment lemme know wassup I'll beposting updates every Wednesday and the chapters will be much longer this is just a tease!!<p/></p>
Jet Wolf Summarizes Act 24

As it turns out, the manga and I aren’t going to be great friends. Rather than spend the energy on a liveblog that’s increasingly negative, I’m reading each manga act (mostly) silently, and then writing up summaries at the end. I’ll be very candid, which means there’s likely criticism and snark a’plenty about the manga, either wholesale or in details. If that isn’t a thing you feel like reading, please skip this post!

Black Lady is here, and she wants you all to sample her new perfume. Luna-P wants to try! FUCK OFF THIS IS A FRAGRANCE FOR PEOPLE NOT WEIRD CAT HEAD ROBOTS. Luna-P cries. Black Lady doesn’t care. Chibi-Usa, how could you!

Saffir and Demande show up with new toys. Saffir has Hulk Hands … OF DEATH. Demande has a whole new eye to glare with. It’s super effective! The two black crystals say “GWOOO” a lot, and things are probably bad, but I’m inferring.

Black Lady says that she needs nothing else now she has Mamoru, who she keeps distressingly calling “Endymion”. That makes him two for two on the brainwash/Endymion thing, and I’m left questioning why the fuck he’d voluntarily call himself that in Crystal Tokyo. It can’t be a name with pleasant connotations. He could pick anything. Why not “Liam”? KING LIAM THINK ABOUT IT

Anyway, then she frenches her father again, and if I have to see it, so do you.


Usagi says she’s sorry for being jealous and she loves Chibi-Usa. Then Black Lady sexily kisses Usagi. NO NOT REALLY BUT ADMIT IT YOU BELIEVED ME FOR A SECOND. Instead she throws a tantrum and blows up one of the black crystal things. For all the talk about how these were planet killers, the worst that happens is that everyone has mussy hair and no combs.

At the Gate of Time, Pluto worries.

Back at the Crystal Palace, Usagi becomes a nightlight. I suppose it means she’s protecting it from destruction? She’s glowing, that’s really about all I got. Wiseman tries to demoralize her.


“Does he … not see us?”


“Does this guy have an ass, because I am about to fucking kick it.”


“Ow! I didn’t say it, it’s not my fault!”

“I’d say let’s just go to the library and get drunk, but the porn section sucks, trust me.”


“Ow! Stop it! OW!”

“Of course we could write our own porn, I suppose.”

“Perhaps we could petition to be blown up faster.”

No, what really happens is that Usagi doesn’t say one fucking word about this, because of course she doesn’t. Instead, there is yet more glowing. I would love to see her electric bill.

Demande somehow manages to break free of Wiseman’s brainwashing. Not just the new brainwashing, but the old original flavour brainwashing too. The stuff he’s been influenced by for years? Totally gone. The fact that Saffir has been dealing with Demande like that for ages? Irrelevant. Brainwashed Saffir gets in his way, and with an “oh well”, Demande kills him. I assume “tired and a bit bored” is the intended emotional response.

Out of friends and family to kill, Demande turns to Wiseman. He attacks without mercy! The blow is swift and just! Wiseman’s true form is revealed! Demand once again speaks for us all.

No wait, Black Lady is really Wiseman’s true form!

No wait, the literal planet Nemesis is really Wiseman’s true form!

“Why oh why did we name it ‘Nemesis’!” Endymion wails. “That seems like such a poor choice on reflection!”

“Yeah, almost as bad as sending your worst enemy there and forgetting all about them!” calls Minako from her off-panel cast chair where she sits sipping a latte and nibbling on a craft services blueberry muffin.

“Your turn,” Rei says, drawing a card, her back to the scene.

“Shouldn’t we studying our lines?” Ami asks.

They all laugh and laugh and laugh.

Things are very GWOOO at the Gate of Time. Pluto worries so hard she has a flashback.

She remembers Queen Serenity telling her about the three rules she must never break. THEY ARE TABOO. Somehow, Serenity keeps a straight face as she says this. If you’re wondering why Pluto looks a little off there, by the way? TURNS OUT SHE’S A FUCKING CHILD


For the moment, note that the three “taboos” are: 1. traveling through time, 2. leaving the Time Gate, and third is a DRAMATIC CUT AWAY FROM THE SCENE. But since you’ve seen S, you already know the third is stopping time.


Now a planet, and yet still somehow also on Earth(?), Death Phantom/Wiseman/Black Lady/Nemesis drops his tragic anime backstory. By “backstory” I mean “I was evil and died and now I’m a planet.” What, that’s not enough for you? FUCK YOU THIS IS THE SAILOR MOON MANGA

Demande doesn’t take this news well, for reasons that boil down to “I thought I was working for the betterment of the planet”. YOU CAN’T GET MORE LITERAL ABOUT THAT THAN THE PLANET BEING SENTIENT AND TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO AND THEN DOING IT I GENUINELY DO NOT UNDERSTAND YOUR PROBLEM HERE MY GUY

Usagi glows some more. Then the glowing starts to go out. Oh fuck! But all we know how to do is stand here and look at the glow! Now what?!

Never fear, Tiny Kitten is here! She runs to Pluto and insists that she go to help everyone. It’s what Pluto’s been angsting about this whole time so she really wants to, but Tiny Kitten, it is taboo!

“You didn’t care about it being fucking taboo to leave the gate last issue when you wandered off into a storm that you ALSO said was taboo!” Tiny Kitten squeaks adorably.

“lol right?” says Minako, sinking her teeth into a jelly doughnut.

Pluto dithers some more, prompting Tiny Kitten to offer to guard the Time Gate in Pluto’s stead. And, because she is Tiny Kitten, she does it in the single most adorable way possible.


But while you’d think the correct answer would be “Tiny Kitten, you are the most pure and beautiful thing in this or any other world and you will be cherished all your days”, what Pluto actually says is “Sweet, thanks!” AND FUCKS OFF





Still, she arrives in the 30th Century (Taboos One and Two broken AGAIN), to find Usagi glowing, but also sometimes maybe not glowing, and people seem worried but also not? On Black Lady’s command, Mamoru takes Usagi’s ginzuishou, but then Demande takes them both from Black Lady. Somehow everyone knows that the two crystals can’t touch or they’ll destroy time and space itself, and they tell him he can’t do that.

“FUCKING SJWS!” Demande howls as he hits the reblog button and pushes the ginzuishous ever closer.

anonymous asked:

Rfa boys, sorry for jaehee fans, and them reacting to MC bringing them lunch at work/school. She doesn't necessarily have to make it but its up to you :D

Your wish is my command :3 I think this is such a cute one ohmigosh. I totally rushed this one tho so it might not be that great IM SORRY BUT I WANTED TO GET STARTED ON THE REQUESTS THAT I HAVE. but no baehee D: PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND IN REQUESTS OR JUST QUESTIONS, I will answer them in the order I receive them :D


  • He totally slept in and bolted outta the house without grabbing his lunch. 
  • He was texting you about how he was starving in class, bc he didn’t eat breakfast and didn’t have enough money for lunch  I feel you yoosung 
  • So being the amazing girlfriend that you are you decide to bring him a lunch
  • You pack all of his faves, throwing in some honey buddha chips that he stole from seven in too,
  • You get dressed and decide to surprise him on campus RIP MC
  • You’re about to abort mission and just text him when you hear some people talking about LOLOL, naturally you gravitate towards them because if yoosung wasn’t there then god only knows where he was
  • Sure enough he was in the middle of the group, having a heated debate on which weapon would be best when he saw you
  • His jaw dropped, and he rubbed his eyes a few times
  • Ok so I know I’m tired but why do I see my beautiful girlfriend in front of me, am I like losing my mind
  • He heard his friends talking, “woah, why is that babe walking over here smiling?” “idk man but i’d hit that”
  • And like that our little yandere boy was out of his dream like state
  • He glared at his friends, told them that was his gf. 
  • He walked over to MC and smiled, hugging her, what are you doing here he asked
  • Well being the amazing gf that I am, I brought you a lunch :D I made it myself too, and delivered it. Aren’t you lucky
  • As if he didn’t already know. >.>
  • He was so happy he couldn’t even say anything he just squeezed her again
  • They sat down to eat together, and his friends came by again bc they didnt believe mc was real to say hello
  • Yoosung was so happy surrounded by his friends and girlfriend,”I should forget my lunch more often”


  •  You were worried about your man, is that a crime
  • His schedule was so crazy packed and it looked like he lost weight too
  • You didn’t want your baby to overexert himself
  • so obv you grab some food and decide to have lunch with him
  • You pick up some super healthy food, and grab some fish shaped bread for desert and make your way to his rehersals. 
  • You sit in the audience, admiring your talented boy toy, when the director calls the scene
  • You get up and he runs over to you, smothering you in a hug
  • Babe, what a pleasant surprise. What’s up, I miss you” :(
  • Zen we saw each other like 5 hours ago. Yeah EXACTLY
  • You hold up the food and his entire face lights up
  • He’s so happy that you care 
  • Ever since he ran away from home, he’s been on his own
  • So he’s really happy that you care enough about him to bring him lunch
  • You guys sit together and eat it, enjoying each others company
  • He tries feeding you, laughing at the blush the begins to crawl on your face
  • Also, you guys may or may not go into his dressing room for a little fun hue hue hue


  • You know that cat daddy stresses himself out and totally over works himself
  • so one day you make him lunch
  • tbh you’re really nervous
  • before you can change your mind
  • you barge into his office and see him at his desk looking over paper
  • hair mussed from him running his hands through it all day
  • He barely notices you, so you walk over to him and kiss him on the cheek
  • That stirrs him out of his trance
  • “MC, darling what brings you here? Is everything alright?”
  • You kiss him on the nose, “Yes Juju, everythings great. I thought you might be stressed out so I cooked lunch for you. I don’t know if it will suit your taste tho…..”
  • Nonsense.” He immediately brings you over to the couch and begins digging in. He honestly would love anything, as long as it was somewhat associated with you. 
  • As you being talking to him, he visibly relaxes. Enjoying your company, he listens, playing with your hair affecctionately. Feeding you bites inbetween your stories. 
  • After he is finished he pulls you to him, and just holds you. He kisses the top of your head and says into your hair, how much he appreciates everything you do for him and how much you love him. 
  • He’s totally blushing guys, I can’t hes so cute GAWD
  • Afterwards he just kisses you, letting you know that he loved the commoner food and wouldnt mind having it more often. 
  • Now you guys have lunch dates like every week :3


  • So since this nub works from home, its not a huge ordeal to bring him lunch
  • thats what youd think right
  • this kid, literally LIVES on chips and phd pepper
  • Initially, he gets irriatated when you bring him food, but when he sees that you made it yourself and put it effort
  • He feels so guilty
  • Here you were just trying to show that you cared about him, and he was being a dick 
  • surprise surprise
  • So he’ll come over and this guy
  • will act 
  • so 
  • spoiled
  • like you gotta feel him everything
  • and he will be hella clingy
  • MC! MC! Seven wants the airplane now” 
  • Seven why are you talking in third person
  • He is super surprised at how well you cook, and he makes a mental note to try making breakfast for you once
  • like how hard could it be right?
  • GoD PlS nO
  • After you guys eat he cuddles you a lot, he still is kinda closed with his emotions, but he seriously loves you. He doesn’t feel worthy at all of your love, but he can’t let you go. 
  • Covers you in kisses to try showing you how much he loves you
  • Also tries to burp in your mouth, thats it we’re over seven

Yeah so this one was a fast one hehe. Please specify if you guys want mini fics or like scenarios or like hc/reactions. I like my posts to be on the longer side but I seriously rushed through this one. I am always open to critique so if you guys have any tips or comments pls send them in i would love reading them :D

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Karaoke Night - Jughead Jones Imagine

REQUESTED: Yes, by a lovely anon from the prompt list I reblogged yesterday!

could you do 🎤 or 🛒 for jugheadxreader :)

Because you asked, I’m going to do both because both are such interesting ideas!

“🎤 - character sings karaoke”


SUMMARY: You decide to take Jug to a karaoke night at Pop’s, and he surprises you by enjoying it more than you’d expect.

NOTES: So, I go back to school tomorrow (had a week off where I should have been watching films for my EPQ but instead did nothing) and decided to treat you guys.

I love you all so much, thank you for being so supportive since I began this blog! <3

Originally posted by juptern

(I use that gif too much with Juggie I’m sorry guys)

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Late night thoughts

I rarely have those moments when I just sink into deep thought those days but I feel like I really should say this right now, in regards to my Tumblr journey up until this point.

I first came into contact with For Honor truly when I started watching TetraNinja on YouTube upload videos of the story mode. And immediately, I was captivated, by the blood, the story that went on in this distant land, of the ancient struggles between the three factions: the valiant Knights, the honorable samurai as well as the ever vigilant Vikings. The clash of metal and the beauty of the artwork that went into each and every one of the designs of the characters and the personality of each of the storyline characters mesmerized me.

Honestly, I thought I was the only one at that point that was so obsessed with this game, obsessed to the point of writing stories and creating my own characters to spin around in this blood-washed world. So when more fanfictions started popping up, after I sent a request email to to create a For Honor archive, I felt at least a little happier that there are others who enjoy the game so much.

What truly made my day though was when I accidentally stumbled across the For Honor community on Tumblr. I read through as many posts as I could find, finding myself laughing at the shenanigans that went on during it, the banter and the laughs that was shared between the character blogs. And I, of course, being a avid role player myself, loved the idea. But I was, admittingly, intimidated as well.

It felt as though I was intruding on something, as if I was interacting with celebrities and not just regular people who shared my interest in a game we all loved.

So for a long time, I was just the stalker, the outsider that hung around and watched everyone interact and wishing I could be a part of this group of people. Then, on March 27th, I decided to take the leap into this pool. I looked around at who I can be, and I was genuinely surprised that no one had taken Ayu - my personal favorite character of the entire story mode - and so I jumped at the opportunity, and changed my old Tumblr to this new URL I now hold.


Now with that done came the new, the hard part of it: introducing myself.

By that point I was thinking: “Well, since I got this done, might as well continue to say fuck it and just tag a bunch of people and say hi.” And that was what I did, exactly.

@lawbringer-unofficial and @ferrum-the-conqueror were among the first to greet me with such kindness and hospitality, along with @holdencross-official. I’m almost certain there were more people that came but really I can’t remember, so I sincerely apologize for it if I couldn’t remember you.

That day would forever be imprinted in my memories though, for as I was responding to reblogs and such, I heard a message alert sound that had me peeking up. I had never gotten any messages from anyone on tumblr before so who could it be?

Turns out, it was @daubeny-official. Oh little would I know how much this would change my life. From there on, we started talking, I started talking with people of this awesome community who welcomed me into their ranks as though I was but a friend returning from a long journey. Eventually, I decided to make the move by declaring that we are now brothers and sister <3 and I couldn’t have been more glad.

If you read this, Daubo my brother, I love you so much as my family, my baby brother, and honestly I am glad to have met you that day. We shared our moments together, walking through thick and thin and trading ideas. God, I always look back to that moment when I received the first message from you and think about how lucky I am to have you as a brother, even if we are not related.

That day, March 27th, 2017 would forever change me.

Through this community, I have met so many awesome people, such as @holdencross-official, @official-peacekeeper, @official-lawbringer, @sweatpants-gramps-the-kensei, @the-palkyrie, @valkyrie-official, @daubeny-official, @ferrum-the-conqueror, @fem-warden-official, @orochi-official, @holdens-second-official, @lawbringer-unofficial, @warlord-official, @raider-official, @seijuro-orochi-official, @fem-orochi-official, @docsbum, @peacekeeper-in-training @centurion–official

Honestly, words would not do what I feel justice. I love you guys, all of you. You’re like family to me and I don’t know where I would be right now without you guys by my side. We shared our laughs, our moments, and bonded over the mere four months and became one giant family that I value so much within my heart.

I love the game, I love this community.

It has given me something to treasure, and brought me the love of my life @orochi-official. Yes, I figured you all should know this by now. I love him with all of my heart, my dear Orochi, the great serpent that has my heart and soul. I love you my darling, if you are reading this <3.

But over all.

You are my family.

And my heart goes out to each and every one of you and hope that our bonds will last through the eternity to come, that this family would continue to grow and be strong. Always remember:

I love you all.

And thus, with the kindest regards.


“I’ll see you again.” (part 23)

Originally posted by love-me-like-this

Summary: A Credence Barebone imagine (Credence x Reader)

Note: This is the 23rd part to this imagine so make sure you check out the others! I hope you like and reblog it. There also will most likely be a grammar mistake so bare with me. Anyway… I hope you enjoy!

Date published: April 7, 2017

Warnings: mentions of abuse, and WAY too much cuteness to handle

Year: December- 1926

Part: twenty three of ?


Sorry guys that this took so long! Thanks for your patients!


The train ride took forever, as trips home usually do. You and Credence had woken up early and said goodbye to your family. It was hard to leave them, but you were excited to get home, back to the life of just you and Credence.
You finished the book that you had started on the trip up to Maine. You leaned against Credence’s chest, your legs curled up on the seat and read to him. He wrapped his arms around you, one hand held the back of yours and rested on your stomach.
He loved it when you read to him. He would just close his eyes and listen to the story, forgetting the world around him.

The trip was finally over and you were in a taxi on your way to your apartment. You felt different. Credence knew more about your past and had met your family. Things were just different.

The sun was starting to set when you got home. You paid the driver and got your suitcases out of the back of the car. You and Credence stood at the steps of the building, looking up at it. You both missed it so much. Credence couldn’t believe how much a missed a place. Before, he never wanted to come back to the place that was home, but now he loves the place he calls home.

You unlocked the door and pushed it open, carrying your heavy suitcase through. You turned back to see Credence standing in the doorway with a small smile on his face, looking around the room. “What?” You asked. “I just missed it.”
You smiled at him. “I did too.”

About an hour later, you had eaten dinner and now you laid on the couch, reading while Credence sat at the kitchen table drawing. “I’m gonna go get ready for bed.” You said, putting your book on the coffee table. “Okay.” He answered. “You take the bed tonight.”
“Credence-” “I won’t take no for an answer.” He insisted. You smiled as you walked over to him. Leaning over you kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” You went upstairs and got ready for bed. You were so exhausted, so you fell asleep quickly.

Credence woke up softly. The clock on the mantle said it was well passed 8:00. He half expected to sit up and see you in the kitchen, but when he did you weren’t there. He laid back down and rubbed his eyes, waking up a little more. A few minutes later he decided to continue his drawing from last night.

Almost an hour had passed and you still weren’t up. He was a little worried, so he made his way quietly up the stairs. You were laying on your side, and you were clearly awake. He walked deeper into the room. “Are you gonna get up?” He asked in the sweetest voice. You shifted a little and said, “I don’t feel well. I’m sick.” He came closer to you with a worried look on his face. “Are you okay?” He asked. You gave him a weak smile. “Yeah. I think it’s just a fever.” He moved his hand to your forehead, tentatively. “Can I get you anything?” He asked as he continued to rub your face, gently. “I’m okay. I don’t feel like eating.” You answered.
“Well, you should have something.” He was kneeling down on his knees, beside the bed. “Credence, I’m fine. Really.” You loved the way he was worried. He looked at you so lovingly, you felt your face turn a shade of pink.
You started to sit up, saying, “I just remembered, there is so much to do. There are bills that have to be payed, the house is a mess and we need groceries.” You pulled the covers from over you, starting to stand up. “Y/N, no. You need to rest.” Credence insisted, trying to lay you back down. “But there’s so much to do.” You said, weakly. “And you can do them when you get better, but for now you need to rest.” He said, pulling the covers back over you. You smiled at him again, and reached up to touch his cheek. “You’re the best.”
He smiled back at you. “Go back to sleep.”

Quite a few hours later you woke up. You were groggy and you felt worse. Rubbing your eyes, you shifted in your bed. You blinked away the sleepiness and noticed a beautiful sight. A bouquet of flowers on the bedside table. But not just any flowers, daisies. A smiled spread across your face. Your head was still pounding, but you felt happiness overcome you.
You laid there for a few minutes, then Credence started to come up the stairs. You sat up a little and smiled at him. “Hey.” He said, quietly as he walked over, carrying a tray. He set it down in your lap. “I-I made you some soup.”
“You made it? How? We don’t have any food in the house.” You said.
“I went- I went to the market.”
“Really?…. Is that where you got these?” You said, gesturing to the daisies. He nodded, look away from you. “I love them.” Your head was bowed but your eyes were looking at Credence. His head turned back to you and you smiled at him. Leaning forward, you put your hand on his. “I really do.”
He did the most adorable little shy laugh as he bowed his head again. You stared at him for a minute. 

“The soup looks a amazing.” You said, breaking the silence. “You made it all by yourself?”
He nodded in response. You smiled and ate a spoonful of soup. “Mmm! It’s delicious!”
“Thanks.” He breathed out, a little flustered.

You ate as much soup as you could, you felt bad for not eating it all, but you still felt sick.
He took the tray and put in down in the kitchen. When he came back up, you were staring at the daisies beside you.
“Do you-” he started. “Do you want me to- to read to you?” He asked timidly, bringing a book out from behind his back. You pressed your lips tightly together, trying not to smile. “I would love that.”
He took the chair by your dresser, put it beside your bed, and sat down. Shifting awkwardly in the chair, he opened the book in front of him.
You watched him, a small smile on your face. He was completely adorable.

He began to read. His voice was shy and quiet. He stumbled over a few words, his face burning from embarrassment. But he kept going and you loved every minute of it.
You cuddled deep under the covers, closing your eyes, just listening to his voice.

After a while Credence noticed that you were breathing heavily, you had fallen asleep. He gently closed the book and set it on the table. He stood up, leaning forward to kiss you on top of your head. Then he quietly went downstairs so you could rest.

About an hour later you woke up. You were so thirsty, so you slipped out of bed. Your head felt heavy and you felt weak as you walked down the stairs. The sun had set, so the apartment was pretty dark. The only light coming from the living room. You were quiet as you crept into the kitchen, getting a glass from the cupboard. You looked around the apartment and noticed how clean everything was. You smiled to yourself, knowing it was Credence.
He sat in the living room, on the couch. He was hunched over his notebook, drawing. Hearing a noise, his head shot up to see you, holding the empty glass, looking at him.
“Hey, what are you going?” He asked sweetly. “I- I was thirsty.” You told him. He stood up. “You could have called for me.” He said, walking over to you. “Go back up, I’ll bring you some water.” He took the glass from you, placing a kind hand on your arm. You nodded and went back up to your room.
A few seconds later he came up with the glass of water. “Thank you.” You said before you took a sip.

“I’m going to go to bed.” Credence said a few minutes later. “Okay.”
You yawned. He stood there, his hands in tight fists, arms pressed against his sides. The room was dim, the only light coming from the lamp on your bedside table. “Good night.”
You said, breaking the silence. “Good night.” He said quietly.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me.” You smiled at him. He gave a small, breathy laugh and said, “Well after everything you’ve done for me, it’s the least I could do.”
You looked up from your lap to see him looking back at you with so much emotion in his eyes. You gave him a sweet smile and held out your arms, inviting him into a hug. He quickly walked over and sat down in front of you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you. You hugged his neck and rubbed his back. He held your back tightly, burying his face in your neck. “I love you, Credence.” You whispered. He hugged you tighter and told you he loved you too.

It was much later into the night and you were both asleep. You in your cozy bed and Credence on the couch. You were in a deep sleep as you began to have a nightmare. Credence woke to the sound of you shouting and crying out in your sleep. He ran up the stairs to see what was the matter. You were flinching and shaking your head as you continued to cry out. He came beside you and placed a gentle hand on your arm, gently shaking you. “Y/N.” He said in a worried tone. But you didn’t wake up. He kept nudging you and saying your name until your eyes shot open. You saw Credence’s sweet face through the blurry vision of tears. You sat up, still crying. “S-Sorry I woke you.” You said, with a shaky voice. “No, it’s fine.” He said, kneeling on the floor, beside the bed. He gently rubbed your arm, trying to comfort you. You sat there wiping away tears, trying to stop crying. “Do you- do you want to tell me about it?” He whispered. Your body wracked from your heavy breaths as you tried to find the words.

“She- she was beating you and- and.” You began to cry harder and Credence moved his hand into yours that rested in your lap. “And all I could do was watch it.” You continued. “I couldn’t move to help you. I just had to watch you in pain.” You burst deeper into tears, covering your face with your palms. Credence wrapped his arms around you, you resting your head on his chest. “Shhhh.” He comforted you. “It wasn’t real.”
“But-but it was. It was real. I had to just sit at home or be at work, scared out my mind that you were in trouble. That you n-need someone to come rescue you. I wanted to rescue you… I should have just gotten you out of there.” At this point you were sobbing uncontrollably. He held you as you covered your face, his chin resting in your head. “Y/N, you did rescue me.”
“No, I didn’t. You came to me when I thought you were dead. I didn’t do anything. I should have gotten you out of there when you need help. By the time you came to me she was already gone.” You rambled, not sure if you were making any sense.
You both sat there in silence for a few minutes, him holding your shaking body.

“Y/N.” His voice was just above a whisper. “Before I lived with you, when things were different. You were the only thing that kept me going. You were the only thing that gave any glimpse of happiness.” He paused, thinking of the right words to explain. “The way you looked at me after we bumped into each other, when you noticed my scars. I couldn’t believe that someone could care about someone they didn’t even know. That someone could care about me” He sighed, remembering the moment. “That whole day I couldn’t get you out my thoughts. And then later you found me at the rally. I couldn’t believe I was actually seeing you again.” He paused. “Y/N, you helped me even when you weren’t with me. You gave me something to hold into. So please stop beating yourself up about something that’s not true.”

You both sat there, the words floating around the room. He never loosened his grip around you. You never stopped thinking about how much you wanted to take away ever bit of pain he had ever experienced. You just wanted it to be you and him forever, nothing else.
“Never go away.” You whispered. You weren’t even sure if he heard you. He lifted one hand to hold your head and said, “Never.” With that you began to cry again, nuzzling deeper into him.

After a while of embracing, he loosened his grip and you sat up. You sat there, hands in your lap, head bowed. He lifted his hand up to your face, gently rubbing it with his thumb. “You’re burning up. You need to sleep.” He said. You nodded and laid back down, your head pounding from the hard crying and the fever.
He got up from the bed as you crawled back under the blankets. “Do you- do you want me to stay with you?” He said, shyly.
“I don’t want to get you sick.”
“I don’t care.”
You gave a weak smiled and said, “Okay.” You scooted over and pulled the blankets up for him to lay down.
He crawled in and laid on his side, facing you. You and him laid there just looking at each other.
He moved your hair from your sweaty forehead and leaned in to kiss it. You reached up, touching his hand that rested on your cheek. You found his other hand and held them both in between you. Your fingers were intertwined, squeezing tightly. He kissed the back of your hand and scooted closer to you so your foreheads rested against each other. “I never want to be without you.” He whispered. You looked back at him and smiled. “You never will.”

To be continued….


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picture this- sleeping under the "stars" in the "sky" of newts case-- romance

I told myself sleep but sleep is for the weak. 

Title: Starry Nights.
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader.
Words: 1129.
Rating: K. (Fluffy).

Humming, you sat back, resting on your forearms now. Newt kept his eyes on you, watching the way you moved and laid so relaxed next to him. There was no reserve, at least, not anymore as you found yourself more and more comfortable with him. This was something he appreciated, as he couldn’t remember the last time such a feeling ran wild inside of him.

 But, even that was a bit of a lie. He merely chose not to remember, because of who gave him the security of the feeling the last time. The security that was soon abandoned because he was taken and then left alone. He was so afraid to love another, admittedly. He loved his creatures, and they loved him and for the longest time that appeared to be all he needed.

And then you. Oh goodness, you came waltzing into his life like a hurricane. The intent of falling in love was surely not on his mind when the two of you first met, which is why the relationship you had now was built upon mutual friendship, turned into romantic feelings over time. And for this, Newt was thankful for. Newt found assurance in the fact that you had so tenderly and so gracefully gave yourself to him, finding the weak spot inside of yourself over the years to open up and to let him in. And with very little hesitance for you gave him plenty of reason not to have any, he let himself fall once again, only you were there to catch him with both arms open instead of only half.

It was moments like the one he found himself in at this very instant, the two of you so close emotionally, though a few feet apart physically, that he’d be reminded himself of the love you shared for one another, and for his creatures. 

“They’re not really stars.” Newt told you quietly, watching with a rather enthused sort of attitude as you gazed up at the ceiling of his suitcase. And there was a phrase you’d never had thought about using. “They’re really more like lights. I don’t quite have the power to bring stars into a suitcase, I can barely get creatures in here at times.” He explained happily. Craning your head back down, you turned your attention to him. In whatever sense, the ‘stars’ above you were accentuating his features. His jawline, usually sharp looked smooth to the touch, his sunken cheekbones were artistically shadowed and the curl of his lips, that of a usual gentle smile played well at his mouth. 

Newt’s white shirt had the sleeves rolled up, revealing to your eyes a few white scars, some darker in hue, scattered along his skin along with the freckles that lined his entire body, clustering more in certain places. He wasn’t turned towards you, giving you the perfect view of Newt’s profile. Sitting back on his hands, Newt felt your eyes studying him much like he would have been doing in this moment as well, but you beat him to it. He really was stunning to capture, and you only wished you could capture this moment forever. You wanted to wrap the romance of the situation you found yourself in and keep it in your pocket for the days you desperately needed to feel it.

“Whatever they are,” You stared at him, biting your bottom lip before finishing your sentence with, “they’re beautiful.”

Newt nodded in agreement, looking up. Swallowing, you could see his adamsapple move with the contracting muscles of his neck as he spoke, “Aren’t they, though… I’ve never really spent much time admiring them, but now that I’m here with you I can see where you’re coming from. A lot of work went into the aesthetic, but not much appreciation. Other than the appreciation of my creatures, of course.” Newt rambled and fiddled with his fingers softly as he sat forward, resting his hands in his lap. “Thank you.” He added on fiercely and glanced at you. “There are a few things here that are much more beautiful though.”

“A few things?” You questioned, tugging him back into reality. Newt focused on your words and on your mouth as you spoke.

“Yes.” He said, his voice cracking just a bit with unspoken emotions. “My creatures, for one.” He looked off to the side and stared longingly out at what he could see. He was in the position to see most of his creatures, but his sparkling green eyes rested only on a few before he turned his head towards you. 

“They’re beautiful… Every single one of them, they’re my reason for being here right now, aren’t they? I’ve so much to thank them for.” Newt chuckled to himself and crouched forward a bit. 

“They’re lucky to have you.” You whispered and gazed at him lovingly. “Very lucky, Newt.”

“I believe I’m the lucky one, (Name).” Newt spoke quietly, rubbing his hand over his mouth before continuing rather bashfully with, “I’ve got them, and I’ve got you. How much luckier can I get?”

Hearing the emotions swirling so desperately inside of his voice churned your heart. Heat rose in your chest, to your cheeks, and to the tip of your ears at his way of going around a flirtatious nature and sticking to his ground of loving gentleness. “My, my Mr. Scamander, aren’t you quite a romantic?”

He laughed out loud, the sound reverberating in your ears. It was a pure sound, something that made your stomach flutter with absolute love. “I could ease into more romance if you allowed me the pleasure of scooting towards me just a tad.”

It was your turn to laugh as you pulled yourself up onto your hands and knees, making your way towards him. Newt made a sort of ‘come here’ motion while opening his arms. Pressing a delicate kiss to your lips, he urged to sit in his lap, which you happily did. “How is this for romantic?” He inquired and put his hands on your arms, rubbing up and down when he felt you shudder. “I could make it a bit more, if you wanted.”

“How do you intend on making it more romantic, Mr. Scamander?” You questioned and rubbed your nose against his as he held you tightly, now soaking in the warmth your body provided.

“There were a few things I said were beautiful…” Newt breathed in, shutting his eyes for a second as your scent drowned his other senses. It was euphoric. “My creatures for one, right?” You nodded to his words, “The other… I suppose would be you… You’re so…” Newt pushed back some of your hair and kissed your forehead. “Very…” Moving his lips down, Newt peppered them onto your lips, “beautiful…”

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JackCrutchie "Things You Said Over The Phone"

JackCrutchie “things you said over the phone”


Crutchie hadn’t particularly wanted Jack to be several states away all summer without him, but they hadn’t really had a choice. This job would pay well, and Jack could come home a much more comfortable man than he was when he’d left New York.

But… Summers were supposed to be about them. And now Jack was far away, working and only calling at night.

It was late in the evening when Crutchie’s phone rang again, Jack’s name popping up on the screen. He stretched over the arm of the couch and just managed to snag the phone before it stopped ringing.


“Hey Crutch,” Jack replied happily. “How’s everything at home?”

“The usual, only quieter and with less paint everywhere,” he teased, earning a laugh from the other end of the call.

“Ah, you miss me singing around the house, you’re just stubborn.”

Jack had never been more right about anything, but Crutchie wasn’t going to inflate his ego and tell him that.

“Nah, I can actually go to sleep without your angsty singing waking me up at the crack of dawn. You ever gonna show anyone else those ballads of yours?”

“Yeah, when I’m dead. But Crutch… I could write so many songs about this place. The stars out here are gorgeous, and the sunrise is colors I ain’t ever seen before.” Jack sighed, and Crutchie could almost see the content smile that was undoubtedly on his face.

“You like it out there?” he asked tentatively, almost afraid to hear the answer.

What if Jack liked it so much out there that he never came back to New York? He already had a job out there, and Jack wasn’t materialistic- he could easily leave everything he had behind.

Maybe even Crutchie.

“Like it? I love it. It’s beautiful, and everyone here is so nice. Like they actually care about you, you know?” Jack sighed happily. “Jesus, Crutch, you ain’t lived until you’ve lived like this.”

Crutchie felt tears prickling the backs of his eyes, but he tried his best to swallow past the lump in his throat.

“That’s… That’s great, Jack,” he managed. “Really great. How’s the work?”

“Eh, work’s work. But my view is great out here, and the air doesn’t taste like cigarette smoke, which is refreshing.”

Crutchie felt the first tear began to slide down his face. “… Sounds like it’s a good fit for a guy like you out there, Jacky.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty terrific,” Jack chirped happily.

Crutchie went silent for a long moment, the tears beginning to fall faster. He sniffed loudly before scrubbing a hand over his face and telling himself rather sternly to pull it together.

Jack was so rarely actually happy, for god’s sake. If the fresh air was making him happy, let it.

“Hey, Crutch…” Jack murmured. “You okay? Are you crying?”

“Y-yeah,” he admitted. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

The soft, whispered ‘baby’ was the final crack in the dam. Crutchie began to audibly cry now, taking a shaky breath and words spilling out faster than he could keep up.

“It’s just… You s-sound so happy out there… And you’re never happy in New York with me, and I just- I… I don’t want you to never come home!”

“Oh, baby…” Jack’s voice was low and soothing, almost as if Jack were there. “Yes, I like it out here. But if you think I ain’t ever been happy in New York, you’re wrong. New York’s got my boys, and Medda’s theatre, but most importantly, you.”

Crutchie managed a wobbly smile.

“I’m coming home on July 31st, love, and I’ll be coming straight home to you.”

He blushed, feeling silly. He should’ve known Jack would pull a line like that, but the sincerity was still there.

“… I know you will.”

“Good. And for the record? No city or small town’s ever going to come close to you, alright? You matter the most. Forever.”

Crutchie smiled, wiping the last of his tears away on the too-big sleeve of Jack’s shirt. “Okay. I love you Jacky.”

“I love you too, you big dork. Goodnight.” And with that, Jack hung up and he was gone.

But that was okay… For the first time in his life, Jack would be running back to New York instead of away.

Fights (Cashton)

Requested: Yess this sweet anon did!

Words: 1032

A/N: Also, this is kinda like a more detailed pre-story to this blurb here, so I recommend you read that afterwards/before.. ;)  


part 2


You were just getting home from the coffee shop. Having a pack of donuts and two coffees in your two, small hands was actually surprisingly hard. You were just about to grab the doorknob, when you felt yourself loosing balance. Your ass was all of a sudden on the floor outside of your apartment and you were lying with ice coffee all over you.
“Shit. “ you whispered before getting up, picking up the Dunkin’ Donuts cups and walking straight into you and Ashtons apartment. Ashton was in the kitchen making himself a sandwich.  He looked up as you got inside and threw your shoes right in front of the door, making Ashton look grumpy. Then he noticed your wet clothes and you were expecting him to laugh at you for being the dorky one, but instead he sighed deeply, showing no affection.

“What? “ you said with a confident tone. Ashton stopped making his sandwich and turned around so he could look you in the eyes.

“Did you seriously spill the coffee? “ It wasn’t a fun voice. Ashton was always full of happiness, but today he seemed quite off. He had come home from the studio tired, but you didn’t mind. And then he asked you to get coffee, but you didn’t mind.

“Yea. “ You said and hold the donuts up. “But the donuts are fine. “ You said trying to make fun out of the situation. Ashton didn’t seem fond of that idea.

“Why are you so clumsy? “ He said with a deeper sigh. “And messy? Can you even find your thought in that messy brain of yours? “ He raised his voice and you knew where this were going. You and Ashton had only fought once before and it resulted in both of you crying your hearts out. You took the package of donuts and placed them on the kitchen counter.

“Ash, please don’t do this. “ You mumbled, already blinking away the tears.

“Yes! We’re doing this! “ He said. You were standing a meter from each other when he began. “What is going on in your life? I mean, what about your job? “ He was yelling now, but it was getting louder. “Why do you care about me more than you?! “

“I don’t know! You mean a lot to me! “ You yelled at him.

“I TOLD YOU TO GET COFFEE AND YOU DID! YOU FUCKING DID! “ Ashtons face was changing more and more by every word. “What do you do with your spare time? You can’t just sit on your ass all day! “

“I have a life, don’t worry! “ you said taking a couple of steps back because of his words. It actually hurt a lot more than he knew. You only did it because you loved him. “I’m not the one who’s messed up! “

Auch. You knew it. The fight might not have lasted a long time, but you hurt him. You took him by surprise by mentioning everything he hated about himself. You also took yourself by surprise and now you were scared you were going to lose him forever.


It didn’t come as a surprise when Calum slammed the door as you walked in. You were waiting for him to say something because he always would start these type of fights. You would always prepare a fight for days and then tear him down, but this was based on one special event from the nights event.

“What the fuck was that? “ You turned around on your heel almost making you fall. Calums eyebrows were furrowed and he was looking mad as hell.

“What? “ You asked even though you knew the answer.

“The thing with Luke. “ You sighed as you walked into the living room, getting ready for the big fight that was coming. Because you knew the drill; the yelling, the throwing and the apologizing. Somebody would always win the fight and today you hoped it would be you.

“What about Luke? “ You asked. Maybe you could help him realize how dumb this was.

“You knew he was checking you out all night! And then you flirt with him! “ Calum had followed you into the living room. You rolled your eyes at his comment. “I’M NOT DONE! You kissed him! “

“ON THE CHEEK! He’s my friend too, dumbass. “ You flipped your hair showing that you were right and you knew it.

“That doesn’t even make sense! “ Calum was using hand gestures making his way onto his usual spot, as far as he could get from you. You both found the way that you couldn’t touch each other easier to fight. You took your stilettoes off and stood with them in your hands. “You liked the attention! You liked the way he looked at you! You liked feeling like anybody else was interested in you! “

And then the first shoe was thrown at him. Calum dodged it smoothly – just as you predicted. Your face was red as you were ready to yell back.

“CALUM FUCKIN’ HOOD! He’s your bandmate! If anything I wanted to get his eyes to his on girl!” You yelled as defence. But Calum wasn’t done. You could see the veins in his neck as he screamed the next words.

“Then why did you kiss him? “ You didn’t know. Why did you kiss him? Did you honestly like the attention you were getting from the already taken bandmate of your boyfriend? Did you actually enjoy the fact that other guys was into you?

“I don’t know. “ You mumbled with tears in your eyes. Unfortunately Calum didn’t notice your wet and red eyes.

“You always do this! “ He yelled throwing his hands into the air.

“Maybe because you take me for granted!! “ Halfway through the words you were screaming you voice broke. You fell down as you were the first one to say “stop”. Hiding your face in your hands, you heard Calum rushing over to you with noisy steps, mumbling sorry and fuck repeatedly. Because he really didn’t want to hurt you in any way. But he did.

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Suddenly I find (the electricity is gone) (1/7)

A new series of drabbles forming a cohesive story of Sonny’s night during the blackout :) 

Usnavi fusses with his outfit a dozen times, changing and rechanging it, every time asking for Sonny’s opinion on the almost-identical shirt he picked over the one before.

“You’re overthinking this, cuz,” Sonny says. “You look fine. Like a dork, but that can’t be helped.”

It’s actually funny how much Usnavi cares about this date with Vanessa after Nina’s dinner. He brought pretty much all of his wardrobe over to the back room of the bodega where he’s periodically disappearing to fetch the next outfit.

“Ya think?” Usnavi asks, rubbing his neck like a maniac.

He’s settled on a red shirt with a bit of black and his hat, that he keeps taking off and putting on again. He looks great, actually. Sonny pats his shoulder, fixes the fit of the shirt. Usnavi is sweating already, but Sonny guesses there’s nothing to do against that. He can always blame it on the heat.

“A'ight, you gon’ be late for dinner. Give Nina my love and try not to ruin this.”

“I ain’t giving Nina no nothing in front of Benny,” Usnavi mumbles, trying to check his reflection in the glass door of the bodega.

That is cut short by said door opening almost in his face if Sonny didn’t pull him back.

“Buddy, you look dope,” Benny grins. “Let’s go before we’re late. G'night Sonny, have fun!”

“Yeah, yeah…”

The door barely has the time to swing open and closed that it’s chiming again and Pete walks in. It’s like a magic spell, every time Sonny is alone at the bodega, Pete will materialize.

“Yo, man,” He holds up his hand for a fist bump that Sonny gives all too eagerly.

“Yo,” Sonny replies. “Usnavi’s gone for the night.”

“Nice,” Pete grins and sits on the counter, leaning down to check the candy shelf underneath it.

Sonny gulps. Something about the curve of his back, or that calf he keeps exposing, or these arms in that hoodie, something that makes his mouth go dry and his brain explode all directions. This has been going on for a while and Sonny is starting to get sick of feeling like a puddle of goo every time Pete so much as smiles a bit too wide. One eternally unrequited crush is perfectly enough, thank you. Just focus on the one.

“So Nina didn’t invite me to her dinner…”

Pete perks up, a Mars bar in his hand that he tears open with his teeth before taking a huge bite of it.

“Man, that sucks,” he says, his words all chewed up by the candy. “You been making progress, though?”

I’ve never made any progress on any romantic front whatsoever. Out of his two hopeless crushes, though, Nina is probably even more inaccessible than Pete. At least Pete lives here on the block, he likes Sonny and spends time with him. All day, Nina has been glued to Benny’s side, flirting and laughing and sneaking who knows where. Sonny saw it all through the bodega’s window. It makes his stomach twirl uncomfortably.

“Not really,” he sighs.

He’s not blind or stupid. He knows he doesn’t stand a chance, not when Benny is tall and dark and funny and smart, and realistically he knows he’s not even in the competition. It’s just hard to let go of a childhood crush you’ve had for longer than you can remember. Every time he sees Nina, he just sees her kind eyes and cute dimples and he remembers how she used to read him stories and hug him goodnight when she was his babysitter and he can only remember the adoration he’s felt for her since forever. He’s grown up, though not much, she’s grown up a lot more, and he still feels like a six-year-old when three years apart were basically eternity. One day he’s going to let this go, and sooner rather than later with the way things are going with Benny (the gossip of the day around the barrio, half of the customers were talking about it). Until then, he’ll feel his heart clench whenever she fences him off and he’ll go back to pining after crush #2.

Who is currently patting his shoulder as if he was a little cat.

“C'mon, you’ll find someone better.”

What if I’ve already found him, but this is Nina all over again and I’ll just crave something forever and end up alone while the better guy gets it? At least he is fairly sure that Pete is gay. They’ve talked about it… kind of. They talk about all sorts of shit all the time, him and Pete, and it just came up, how sometimes Pete is forcing his affection for girls because he feels he needs to. That could mean he’s into guys, right? But Sonny didn’t find the courage to ask confirmation and Pete seemed to want to change the subject anyways, so it’s still a gray area for now. But if he’s into guys, is he into guys like Sonny? It’s one thing to have a trans best friend, but it’s something else to date them, or make out with them. Not that Sonny would know from experience. He hasn’t really got to that part with anyone at all yet.

All in all, there are far too many unknowns for Sonny to take action.

“You alright, Son’”? Pete asks and Sonny realizes he’s zoned out.

“‘Course, I was just… Nah, nevermind.”

Pete looks like he’s about to ask more when the door of the bodega jingles open again and Usnavi is back prematurely. Sonny doesn’t know whether to thank him or curse him.

“Kevin sold his dispatch to pay for Nina’s tuition, Benny’s lost his job, Nina is mad, Vanessa is mad and our date is right now, I need your advice.”

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Tiana Photographer/Model Au is

This is part 1 @fyeah-kotlc ’s photographer Au. I’ll be posting this every other day, if possible, and I think I’ll reblog the other parts in this post because I’m too lazy to put links. Hope you enjoy!

I sigh as I load the equipment out of my van and stare at the park. I’m a freelance photographer named Tam, and I was hired to ‘capture’ a new model that Foxfire Modeling Agency had recently signed. I lug my equipment over to where I saw a man in a business suit talking to probably the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.
She had brown hair and teal eyes, and she was dressed pretty casually in some jeans, white converse, and a purple flowy dress shirt, like something you’d wear to a birthday party.
“Are you the people from Foxfire modeling?” I ask the man.
He had black hair and sapphire blue eyes. He definitely looked like someone who was in charge, he had this sort of air of importance around him.
The man stops talking to the girl and looks towards me. “Yes, I’m Emery, and this is the model we recently signed, Biana Vacker. I’m guessing you’re Tam Song, the photographer we hired?” He asks.
“Yup, that’s me.” I say and shift my equipment to stretch out my hand.
He gives it a quick firm shake and lets my hand go. I turn to Biana and see her smile, and for some reason I feel like I just might melt right then and there.
I offer her my hand and she shakes it lightly as I offer her a shy smile.
I quickly look at Emery and drop her hand. “I’m going to set up a bit, then we can start the shoot.” I say as they both nod.
They continue talking as is set up my equipment. I don’t exactly pay attention, but it sounds like they’re talking about the do’s and don’t’s of modeling.
I finish setting up and walk towards them again.
“So, did you have anything in mind for the shoot?” I ask them, my camera around my neck.
“Well, the only requirement we really have is that she looks good in the pictures, and that she looks like she’s enjoying herself.” Emery says.
Biana’s eyes light up. “So, could I go to the swings? Or the fountain?” She asks excitedly.
For some reason, I feel warm inside looking at her and her child-like excitement. I want to tell her yes and buy her ice cream, but I’m not the one in control of that.
Emery nods. “That’s fine.” He says.
I clear my throat. “Would you mind if we got ice cream a bit before the fountain thing? It’ll make for more pictures and such.” I ask quickly glancing at Biana, whose face lit up even more.
Emery sighs and nods. Biana squeals and thanks him.
Emery walks away and Biana turns towards me.
“You are my favorite person ever right now.” She says and I struggle to contain a blush.
“Well I mean it’s not that big of a deal, it’s just a bit of ice cream.” I say smiling shyly and walk towards the swing set.
“I mean, yeah, but I looovvee ice cream, and I immediately love anyone who recommends to get ice cream with me. It’s probably one of the easiest ways to my soul.” She says animatedly.
I smile and fight down a blush.
“Ok, so go ahead and sit on the swing, I’ll take a couple pictures with it still, and then a couple more with you swinging, and then we could maybe walk around the park and take a couple more pictures, find an ice cream truck, and go on from there.” I tell her.
She nods and sits down on the swing smiling. I take some pictures, she slowly starts swinging, making faces and laughing the whole time I’m taking pictures of her.
Once we had enough, we walked around the park and talked, me taking pictures the whole while.
We found an ice cream truck and I let her order first, then I ordered mine and paid for both, despite her insisting she could pay for hers.
We talk more as we finish our ice cream, I take pictures.
“So, what made you want to be a photographer?” Biana asks me before licking some of the ice cream that got in her hands, then just wiping a napkin on her hand and face.
I eat the last bite of my ice cream before I respond, taking time to form an answer.
“Well… When I was about ten, my twin sister got me one of those cheap, throw away cameras for our birthday, and I liked how I could capture the beauty of the world in a frame, and make that moment last forever.” I explained.
“Wow, that’s deep. Also, you have a twin sister? That’s pretty cool. All I have are two annoying big brothers.” Biana said.
I crack a small smile and tug on my black/silver bangs. “Yeah, I’m really protective of her, don’t want anyone ruining that innocence of hers.”
Biana smiles softly at me. “That’s so sweet. So are you guys identical?”
I nod, “Yeah, even has the silver tips.” I say pointing on my hair.
“She must be really pretty.” Biana says.
I force down a blush and take a picture of Biana to get rid of this weird… Tension, I guess.
“Uh, so do you want to do that fountain thing now?” I ask and stand up and throw our trash away.
I can practically feel the air burst with energy as I hear her sit up.
“Yeah! I’ve been looking forward to that practically all day. It almost beats the ice cream.” She says and starts skipping towards the fountain.
I chuckle and follow her. I take pictures as she splashed around in the fountain, sometimes splashing towards me.
Biana gets out of the fountain when she sees Emery walking towards us.
“So, how’d things go?” Emery asks, giving Biana a towel I didn’t notice he had.
Biana wraps his towel around her and smiles. “It was great!” She turns towards me and extends her hand. “It was nice meeting you!” She tells me, beaming so bright I think I might get sunburnt, even though it’s almost dark out.
I take her hand. “It was a pleasure.” I say. I let her hand go and turn towards Emery. “Nice meeting you.” I tell him.
“Thank you, goodbye.” He says and pulls Biana away.
I sigh and pack up my stuff, load up my van, and drive away from the park.
I hoped that wasn’t the last time I saw Biana Vacker.

The Maze Runner: Imagine

Request: Hey I love your blog! Can I have a request where newt is very serious around the other gladers when he’s with you and very loving when you’re alone? And one night he gets drunk and his true self come out! Haha thanks!


“Are you Track-Hoe’s getting your jobs done?” Newt yells over the top of the casual conversations between you “track-hoes”. A few murmurs sound through the crowd of busy workers, telling Newt that they are, in fact, getting the jobs done. You start to wonder, however, why Newt is acting so… formal. He never “checks up” on you and the other Gladers. But he comes over anyway and starts casual talk. Even gives some of the workers a hand.

“How about you, Y/N. You think you’ll be finished by dinner?” His chest is a little puffed out and his usual playful brown eyes turn serious. Is something else going on behind that “manly” face of his?

A few Gladers to your right let out a chuckle, Newt narrows his eyes at them but before he can start something you interrupt, “I’m doing just fine, Newt.” You stick your shovel into the ground, “You okay? Seem a little… too focused.”

He blinks, his chest lets out a little air as it deflates. “I –uh, Alby.” His eyes light up, “Yeah, Alby wants me to look up on each job now and then since there are a lot more Gladers than before.” And for some reason, you don’t find this reason very convincing.


“Oh, and a tip with these shovels is to clasp your hands here,” He points to a certain spot along the shovel, “and here.” Another spot.

You keep yourself from giving him a weird look but instead decide to play with him a little because of the weird way he’s acting. “Can you show me again?”

“Mhm.” He takes your hand into his rough, dirtied ones and places it along the stick, then the other is placed down too. “This way, you can move the shovel deeper into the ground easily.” You stifle a giggle, he placed your hands in the exact same position as they were before.

“Thanks Newt.” You almost let out a laugh but manage to keep it in, you feel the other Gladers’ stares on you two. He lets go of your hands, and the shovel, waves a little goodbye before leaving the Gardens and you watch as he sort-of struts away.

As soon as he is out of earshot, you say, “Wonder what’s up with him…”

A Track-hoe, Garry, next to you pipes up, “It’s actually kind of obvious, to be honest.”

You turn your head and look at Garry, Sam and Jared. “What?”

They look at each other, amusement in their eyes. “Y/N, he’s obviously got the hots for you.”

“Pfft,” You dismiss it with a wave of your dirtied hand. “I seriously doubt that. And why would he talk all… formal to me like that if he “has the hots for me”. He’s probably got something else going on…”

“Oh come on, Y/N. It’s clear as day!” Sam protests.

“He might act formally to you so we don’t suspect anything.” Garry continues.

“He didn’t care how we were going, he only wanted an excuse to talk to you, Y/N.” Jared says with a chuckle.

“But Newt always asks how everyone’s going…” You counter, and for some reason, you don’t even know why.

“Yeah but not like a bloody shuck-face!” Sam replies and all three of them break out into a chorus of laughter.

“Hey, Y/N?” Zart comes up behind you and you turn around to listen to what he has to say. “Mind if you could go help Newt out with collecting more fertiliser?”

Nerves grab at your stomach, by yourself? With Newt? After what the boys said… You feel a little bit excited for some odd reason. But you rationalise your thoughts, Newt is just a thoughtful, caring person. He probably has something else on his mind. “Sure I can.”

The three other boys scoff as you walk past and you glare at them, demanding that they’d slim it before you made them. You carefully make your way into the patch of trees where, apparently, the fertiliser is kept. You spot a weird sort of mound of dirt and bits, and then you see a blond head. “Hey Newt!” You call out.

He turns back to you and smiles, “Sorry to make you help me but I’ve been having an awful amount of trouble with my limp as of late.”

You walk up opposite of him, “All good.” You both proceed to shovel in the fertiliser until both buckets are almost over-flowing. “That should do it.”

You go to lift up one bucket, make a weird face and then lift it into the air only to have your focus burst by a sudden ring of laughter from Newt, whose eyes are trained on you.


“Your –your face. When you lifted the bucket.” He shakes his head, “Was priceless.”

You drop the bucket, a thunk sounds. You punch him lightly in the arm, “Rude.”

“Maybe I should ask you to help me more often if you’re facial expressions are as funny as that.”

“Oh, slim it!” You stomp your foot.

Newt takes a step forward and engulfs you into a sweet, loving hug, “Oh don’t be so serious, Y/N. I’m just bloody joking with ya’.”

You pout as his arms tighten around the front of your chest. “You sure are strange, Newt.” The thoughts from the conversation with the three boys before suddenly pop up in your mind. “Serious one moment and then loving the next.” You pry away his arms and turn to face him, “Is something else going on that you need to talk about?”

His eyes dart nervously for a moment before he looks towards the ground, a nervous itch on the back of his neck. “No, no everything’s fine.”

But, of course, you’re still not convinced.


It’s just after dinner time and the Gladers are out celebrating the new arrival of yet, another Greenie. Another boy. You don’t even know his name, and you don’t even care. You’ve just finished eating your dinner, away from everyone else. Being around these Gladers 24/7 is tiring for you so you appreciate the alone time you get once in a while.

“Y/N!” Newt slurs as he sits down beside you, holding a glass jar of some kind of liquid which smells faintly of alcohol. You look at him worriedly, is he drunk? The liquid spills over the edges of the jar as he shuffles down comfortably, squishing right beside you. You feel slightly uncomfortable, not really used to this amount of intimacy but you put up with it. You expect Newt won’t remember any of this tomorrow morning.

“Partying hard, I see?” You say, your voice filled with amusement.

“If you call that partying then,” his sentence is separated by a small hiccup which makes you giggle, “Then you’ve obviously never partied before.”

“Well, being stuck in the Glade has its limits, Newt.” You say.

“There’s no limits when I’m around!” His voice rises, and cracks a little. He pulls you up from the grass and clasps his hands over yours then does a little twist. You mimic his moves with a smile on your face, maybe you should get Newt drunk more often.

He finishes his twisting and then starts to wiggle his butt. You laugh and so does he as you shake your butt back. If only you two had some kind of music to dance to. “If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends.”

You raise an eyebrow and stop dancing, “What?”

“Make it last forever friendship never ends!”

“Newt… what are you doing?” Is he singing? But, what is he singing?

“If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give, taking is too easy, but that’s the way it is.” Newt has is eyes closed as he sings and dances, all the while you stare back at him very entertained by his show. He slowly opens his eyes and looks over at you, his head tilts. “Wanna be my lover?” His voice no longer sings, his tone flat and normal. His eyes look soft and warm, the worry from before disappears as if it never even existed.

“Sorry?” You ask, a tone of surprise washes through your words.

He takes a few steps closer and plops his forehead onto your shoulder, your cheeks redden from the touch. “You asked me earlier if anything else was going on.” He sighs, “I lied. There is something going on.” His voice is quiet, but not nervous or shaky like you would expect.

“Wh-what’s going on then?”

“I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.” He lifts his head and his brown eyes stare deeply into yours. “I love you, you shank. But I was too scared to tell you.” He laughs, “Guess this alcohol is good for one thing.”

You open your mouth to say something but no words come out, what do you say to that? It’s not like you don’t like him, you two have been through so much. Hell, it’s been almost a year since you came to the Glade, but you never even considered he’d feel that way about you. Ever.

Suddenly, Newt’s singing voice comes back, “What do you think about that now you know how I feel, say you can handle my love are you for real, I won’t be hasty, I’ll give you a try. If you really bug me then I’ll say goodbye.”

“You’re a stupid shank, you know that?” You say as you realise that he continues the song from before. You wrap your arms around his neck, “I’ll be your lover.”

“Make sure you remind me tomorrow.” He whispers just before you give each other a loving kiss, something you both wanted for a while now.

Hope you guys enjoyed yet another imagine. This was fun to write, especially drunk Newt. The song doesn’t belong to me, of course. 
It’s “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls. (Just to clarify)

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Jumin Han Fic Chapter 4

GUYS, I AM SO SORRY. I MEANT TO GET THIS OUT A WHILE AGO BUT I GOT SICK AND IT WAS JUST BLEGH. I really do not feel too confident about this chapter so chapter 5 will be released very SOOOOOOOOON. Requests are also open so feel free to send some in~ Please show this post as well as me some love so follow/like/reblog and I will love you forever <3

Chapter 1 I

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Vrrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrrr. MC felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. She pulled it out and saw an unknown number on the main screen of her phone. “Hello?” she answered.

“Hello, am I speaking to Miss MC?” the voice on the other end asked perkily, it was a very pretty and feminine voice.

“Uh yes? Can I ask who is calling?” MC asked growing slightly annoyed at how slowly the conversation was passing when she has so much work to do.

“Ah I apologize, my name is Jaehee Kang, Mr. Han’s head secretary. It seems that you were assigned to do a project together, Mr. Han wanted me to see when you were available to meet. Is this Saturday okay,” she asked pleasantly.

“Woow. He didn’t call me himself, he has his secretary call me for him, that damn rich kid.” MC muttered to herself.

“I’m sorry what was that?” Jaehee asked quizzically.

“Oh, I apologize, yes this Saturday would be perfect. I have work before and I work my second job at night so we can meet in between for lunch is that all right with him? We can meet at XX Diner at noonish.” MC responded.

“Perfect! I will have Mr. Han meet you there, have a great day.” Jaehee replied glibly and preceded hang up.


Jumin was sitting in his car, tapping his foot impatiently. “Commoners have zero decency. First, they tell me a time and a place to meet them, not only are they late but they picked such a sub-par place to meet as well. Is this Diner even up to health code standards?” he thought to himself.

Truthfully, Jumin was a bit happy that MC was late, it gave himself some time to prepare himself. It was odd, whenever his mind seemed to wander he would think of that girl, her smart mouth, her big chocolaty eyes, her beautiful long lashes. It was weird because Jumin NEVER thought about women, all of the women he encountered have always been money hungry and simply deceitful. Something inside of him panged, he wondered if she was like that, money hungry and deceitful? “No, a girl like that, with that temper and that hard head, would make her own keep” he smiled softly as thought about it; he needed to stop thinking about her, it was strange. “Driver Kim, it seems that she is not here yet, can you please do me a favor and drive a round for a bit while we wait?”

“As you wish, Mr. Han.” Driver Kim said as he started the car.

Chicago was truly beautiful, Jumin thought to himself as he admired all the bustle and the enormous skyscrapers. From the corner of his eye, he saw her. “WAIT” he shouted.

Driver Kim slammed on the breaks.

“Ahem- I apologize, I see her, do you mind just following her to make sure she meets up at the designated meeting place?” Jumin said, looking at his hands.

“Certainly Mr. Han” Driver Kim replied warmly.

Jumin was now admiring her. The way she walked, her beautiful face, her lovely frame, her carefree attitude. She looked absolutely care free, no scowl on her face. She smiled warmly when people bumped into her, apologizing immediately, even though it was not her fault.

She stopped at a food station and purchased some sort of meal, it was a long piece of meat between a weird shaped bread., but just as she was going to take a bite, she saw a stray dog who looked at her food hungrily. Without even a second thought she immediately got down on her knees near the animal and gave him the piece of meat. A smile lit her face as she petted him as he ate. Jumin, was shocked, she is hungry herself, why on earth did she feed the animal first?

He kept observing her, her smile was dazzling; he was becoming intoxicated, he wanted to know more and more. Finally, they had reached the Diner once again. Jumin regained his composure and stepped out of the vehicle, not even waiting for Driver Kim to open the door for him. “You are late,” Jumin said to MC, startling her.

She turned and met his eyes, “I’m sorry I just got out of work, we had a huge rush last minute and I couldn’t leave them. I would have texted you but I only had your assistant’s number.”

“Ah I see, it is alright, shall we begin the project then?” Jumin asked.

“No, I just came here because I wanted to go on a date with you” MC replied sarcastically as she laughed

Jumin’s heart skipped a beat at the sound her laugh, he has never heard a noise so beautiful before in his life. The thought of going on a date with her started running wildly through his mind but was interrupted.

“Sir, can you please spare some change for a meal for me please?” a homeless old man said to Jumin.

“I apologize but I have no cash on me, MC lets get going inside, ” he said as he guided her inside. “Why did you pick such a shabby place to meet? I could have made reservations anywhere you know?”

MC squinted, “I am so sorry Mister Trust Fund Kid, is this not up to your standards? I invited you here because I come here very often, it is pretty close to my house. Hold on, I will be back I need to go to the bathroom.”

Jumin watched her. He had heard Zen says that when women hate the guy they are with, they duck out saying that they need to use the bathroom. For some reason, he simply did not want her to leave. He stood up immediately and followed her discretely. She went to the front paid for some food and started walking outside. 

Jumin cursed himself, “You idiot! You drove her away!” He followed her outside- to see her crouched near the homeless man that had asked him for some money earlier. She gave him some warm soup, a nice warm sandwich, and a large drink. She was talking to him as if he was a normal person, smiling warmly, the man repeatedly thanked her and grasped her hands.

Jumin jumped in and asked what she was doing, startling her once again. “Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me.” 

“MC what are you doing out here?” he asked once again. 

She blushed deeply, and Jumin felt his heart pitter patter once again. “There was no way I could have a meal when there was someone outside that was more hungry than I was. What are you doing here by the way?” she asked quizzically.

It was now Jumin’s turn to lightly blush, “Uh I was just going to get something out of the car but forget it we need to work on our project.”

“Oh yes. We need to get this done so that we don’t have to meet anymore outside of work.” MC spoke quickly, she was in a better mood today. Or perhaps Jumin hadn’t done anything to upset her yet, he wanted to keep her in this good mood, he wanted to hear her laugh and tease him and smile; he wanted to know her, regardless of how much he tried to squish the emotions, they just kept piling up.

They quickly finished the project, on top of being beautiful she was extremely kind as well as intelligent. Jumin felt his heart pang, he knew that we could not meet her after this anymore, it was a bitter feeling.

“Well Mr. Han, this puts our project to an end, now I must get going I have my evening job in a bit,” she said quickly as she pulled out her wallet to pay for her meal.

“Ah please MC, allow me” Jumin said, proudly. His calm smile, slowing falling off his face when he met her eyes which squinted at him.

“Listen, Mr. Trust Fund Kid, I may not be as rich as you, but I sure am not going to be in any sort of debt to you. I can take care of myself” she said briskly, as she put her money on the table and walked out.

Jumin groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. “You besotted fool. Why on earth are you so enamoured with such a calloused woman.” He was kicking himself, but he smiled. He was able to get to know her a little better and each different layer made him fall harder and harder for her and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He knew how selfless she was, how genuine, how kind, how humorous she was and how stubborn she was. His heart yearned for more, to peel back more layers and see what was underneath, the felt a rush of adrenaline and a rush of anxiety. An odd mix but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.