we just need to wait a little bit more


We got into the last five or six minutes of the movie and it’s a very emotional ending. And…I saw Hugh just do this a little bit. I suddenly realized, Oh Lord, I need to do the same thing. And then this is what I felt. I swear. That was what happened and Hugh held my hand and of course I was done. I was finished. I’m just weeping and sobbing, but then we had to wait for the credits to roll before we could go up on stage and be introduced and while the credits were rolling cus’ they are long in these movies. I realized if this is the end, there is no more perfect and beautiful way to say au revoir, goodbye and adios than what has just happened.

[TRANS] BTS Festa 2014 - Post-its to BTS


“Hey V!
When hyung look at you, uh, my heart hurts so so much.
I said you just need to trust and follow hyung right?
Why don’t you know that ㅋㅋㅋ Be obedient ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Wanna gang up and fight off Suga-hyung? Deal?” - Jimin 

“Hey V…
What’s your next hair color?
I’m curious too.” - Suga 

“V, speak to the point and precisely.” - J-hope 

You’re the kind of kid that makes people love and hate at the same time.
You’re similar to me in many things but sometimes I can’t understand you… Be more obedient.
P.S. Am I weird too?” - Rap Monster 

“Be a human.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 

I don’t mind you resting in my room when I’m not at the dorm but clean up after you go~ Let’s live cleanly at the dorm! You’re No.1 on my blacklist ㅋㅋ” - Manager 


Hyung ㅋㅋㅋ I demand a duel with you and Suga-hyung ㅋㅋ Right now you guys think I’m cute but the day this table is turned will come soon. Wait a little bit more.” - Jimin 

“Hey Hope…
These days your variety sense is getting better.
It’s good.
But thanks to that it’s twice noisier too…” - Suga 

You’re always hopeful and cheerful but I think you must go through hard times too. If you do, you can look for me and talk. I can listen to your stories. […]” - Jungkook 

“Hey J-hope.
I heard you saved my contact as ‘Kim Seokjin-hyung’.
It’s okay.
I saved yours as ‘Bighit Jung Hoseok’.” - Jin 

“You pervert… ㅡ ㅡ
For example when I’m playing games, don’t turn off the outlet.” -

Sometimes you’re earnest, sometimes you’re the laziest. Show the world more of your abilities.” - Rap Monster 

“Chief Jung who always work hard and look after BTS. Wait, now that you’re promoted, you became team leader Jung right? ㅎ I believe there’s no doubt you’ll get good reward and result with how hard you’ve worked. Let’s get promoted to President Jung!” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

“Team leader Jung who’s always very helpful! Thanks~” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 


“Hey Rapmon, shower cleanly.” - J-hope 

“If you borrow something you have to return it back.” -

“Hey Rapmon…
These days you’re not snoring…
Thanks to that I’m sleeping peacefully.
Thank you…” - Suga 

“Hey Rapmon.
I don’t know if I adapted myself to your snoring or if your snoring got quieter, but I got used to it.
It’s fine, it’s all good.” - Jin 

You must be tired from going through a lot for the 6 of us right. I’m sorry I can’t do anything for you. I’ll work harder so you’ll have less hard times.” - Jungkook 

You’ll stand by our side right? You will right? I like you a lot but nah, I think you’ll betray us ㅋㅋㅋ I’ll leave you out. It’s a coup d'état!! Kakakaka.” - Jimin 

“Go to the bathroom before we start practicing.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 


“Suga-hyungnim, thank you for thinking I’m cute ㅎㅎ I’ll fight you off some day. I’m gathering the team for it. Just wait. From the coolest guy in BTS.” - Jimin 

Please be more obedient.
I know your childish inner self better than anyone else ^*^!” - Rap Monster 

“Hey Suga.
I like your lazinism. Really.
I feel at ease when I see you lying down.
Really.” - Jin 

“You only need to show a little bit of your lethargy.” -

You must be tired from working and composing until late at night. You don’t seem to gain any weight so please eat a lot. When […] I’ll buy it for you.” - Jungkook 

“SUGA fighting!!” - J-hope 

“To. Suga Rebel.
Old soul. Genius artist?
Thanks to you BTS can be BTS. I hope you can keep being that way and become a great artist!!
When will you write a title song? ㅋ” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

“Take care of your health when you’re still young.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 


You’re doing great.
Please show us the ✨eldest hyung✨ side of youㅡ
P.S. Thanks for your cooking! ^*^” - Rap Monster 

“Jin-hyung, please shave.” - J-hope 

“It’s too much if you know you’re handsome yourself.” -

Must be tired doing all the assignments for college right…?
You just need to avoid getting academic probation…
I’ll always support you.” - Suga 

Hyungnim T_T~ I’m going to fight off Syubsyubie-hyung and Hope-hyung but I need your help! If you’re there those people will ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ㅋㅋㅋ So you have to help me!!!
The most handsome cook in BTS, Jin-hyung.” - Jimin 

“Jin-hyung. Thank you for making us many delicious dishes.” - Jungkook  

“To. Jin BTS’ shoulder-slash-eldest-hyung!
You always stay behind quietly but I know you are their mediator and their shoulder to lean on.
Maybe the day when you’re called Korea’s best actor will come soon too?^^” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

Thanks to your ability to cook tasty dishes from limited ingredients, I always get to eat deliciously~ Take care of me in the future too~” - Manager 

“Hoot…” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 


“Hey Jimin…
Why do we stop growing so soon…” - Suga 

You’re having a hard time these days because of me right.
I’ll be more obedient.
Thank you.
Let’s work out together 3 years later ㅋ” - Jungkook 

You know I love you right?
It’s no joke~” - J-hope 

“Don’t touch your thighs you pervert.” -

“To. Jimin
Hardworker, in charge of charm, Jiminie!! ♡
From someone who joined BTS the latest, you have now become an irreplaceable part of the team! Keeping working hard in the future too!! […] the saying that heaven will help hardworkers.” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

“Go to the bathroom early. Don’t go when we start.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 


Stop working out…
Let’s not work out with me…” - Suga 

“Hey Jungkook.
You listen to me well so you’re good.
This brat.
Good. But refrain from working out…” - Jin 

Jungkook, I’m not pressuring you! I’m planning to kick out Suga-hyung and Hobi-hyung but I won’t pressure you to stand by my side. But I’m treating you really well!!! Right? Our kind and pretty Kookie…” - Jimin 

“Jungkook, you’re so good even at practicing. I think I need to learn more because of you too. But be more obedient~” -

“To. Jungkook
Golden maknae!! Is there any word that can describe better than this? ㅎ
I believe that if you are not settled with your natural talents, not hate doing repeated things and work with passion, there’s no doubt one day you’ll become the best singer in Korea!
Hope you will never forget your passion and effort!!” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

“My manager. Once a manager, forever a manager.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 

Wake up when I wake you in the morning! Sometimes I’m scared when no matter what I do, you still remain motionless like a stone stature. And sleep on your bed~! Don’t sleep in weird position on the floor too~!” - Manager


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SMUT AHEAD… You’ve been warned

“Shhh…” Jaebum chuckled as you let out a loud moan.

You shuddered, wanting him so badly to continue his movements.

“Please, Jae,” you pleaded, rolling your hips up to show your neediness.

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All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.5

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 4135
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mild language, sexual tension.
A/N: HEY IT’S BEEN MONTHS I KNOW BUT HERE WE ARE!! So remember how I lost the original 2000+ words I had written for Pt.5 before the file got corrupted? Well in this rewrite, I somehow doubled it so get comfy! Also, as a show of gratitude for your patience with me, I’ve been working really hard and I’ll be posting Pt.6 tomorrow and Pt.7 the day after! Three parts in three days, look at you! Just a heads up, Pt.8 will be the final update and then that’s it for this monster of a fic! I love you all so much and thank you for sticking around with me. ❤

P.S. I am such a little shit for extending the slow burn and I’m not even sorry about it…okay I’m really sorry, please don’t lynch me ILYOKAYBYE!

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Prequel | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5Part 6 | Part 7 |

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Originally posted by hoaxvault


“I’ll see you tomorrow, James,” you said, blushing at the way he smiled back. Admiring the way his lips still looked full and plump as he grinned, and the way his long lashes fluttered against his cheeks.

Bucky passed his tongue over his fangs as he watched you walk away, just one more day and he would have you again.

“I made a promise, didn’t I?”

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Running Flat

*kicks down fandom door* I’M COMIN’ IN! 

Lance, like all the other paladins, is finally getting used to the “mind meld” they all have to indulge in when controlling their lions. Until someone’s uncontrollable crush comes in and knocks them all back in surprise. It’s a crush that circles persistently through their thoughts and only gets stronger as time goes on, until they begin to realize this might be a bit more serious than the term “crush” implies. 

Meanwhile, the unfortunate paladin behind it all is trying desperately to bury the feelings away, yet failing at every turn. 


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The mind meld, as Lance (because he was a genius) had deemed it, that the five paladins were quite forced into when they were in their lions was something they’d all been initially uncomfortable with. But as their battles with the Galra and practice days had worn on, they’d grown quite accustomed to the whole thing. The mental connection wasn’t overly invasive, after all. More or less, it was about intention.

Not intention as in they could control what was projected and what wasn’t, but more as though their thoughts and feelings had to be intentionally severe. For example, Pidge’s irritation when they were cornered by the Galra was always very obvious, or Shiro’s deep desire that they all stay calm and collected. Hunk was known for, well, panic, but that usually faded pretty quickly in favor a deep thrumming determination and focus (as well as hunger when they were practicing boring formations). Keith had less constant interjections and was more inclined to shoot them up with irritation or rage (depending on the situation) for short bursts of seconds. Lance was also pretty sure that, when things were dire, the fierce desire to protect came from Keith too. He’d thought it was Shiro at first, until their head’s steady kind of acute protectiveness had come to the surface.

Though everyone was flattered at these rare displays by Keith, no one said anything. Probably wouldn’t have gone over too well and, honestly, making Keith feel embarrassed by the bonds he’d formed with them probably wasn’t a good idea when considering how he kept to himself most of the time.

Because, yes, even Lance knew when there was potential to go a step too far. He liked to bicker and poke and prod at Keith, and be a general annoyance to everyone, but he wasn’t out to hurt feelings. Not intentionally anyway. He was a people person, after all, and spent a great deal of energy feeling others out and learning their boundaries. Sure, his fellow paladins probably didn’t realize as much (he knew they thought he was slightly ridiculous and maybe even a little stupid—most people did), but it was true. He was generally thoughtful and only pushed as far as he was sure someone could take.

His supposed intellect (or assumed lack) and knack for being annoying aside, he brought his own degree of Lance to the mind meld mud pile of feelings. Optimism, that was what he generally projected in battle or practice. After all, they had to have faith they were going to succeed in order to do so. Maybe optimism wasn’t as important as Hunk’s determination, Shiro’s steady hand, Pidge’s irritated analyses, or Kieth’s adrenaline inducing rage, but it must have been good for something. Otherwise there’d be problems. Allura was always going on about how they had to be balanced, how it was important that their own thoughts work well with everyone else’s.

And since no one had been complaining, Lance could only come to so many conclusions. Either his optimism was useful or, well, simply wasn’t a hindrance, worst case scenario. Not like they really talked about each other’s mental brain waves, after all. They’d all pretty much deduced who was who—it was pretty obvious—but so long as things were going smoothly, there was no need to call any of it to attention.

That was what Lance told himself anyway. Even if his fluffy, hovering over their heads optimism was as much use as a lawnmower in space, at least he wasn’t causing problems. That in and of itself was enough to keep him positive.

Maybe he was a fifth wheel, but at least he wasn’t running flat.

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wellirving, In light of this STUNNING revelation (not kidding or over-exaggerating), I would just like to remind the world exactly what we’re talking about here:

It’s THIS guy’s pants we’re talking.  Not Thor-Loki, not TTDW-Loki, AVENGERS-Loki. Who has the best costume out of the three because of…

…those GOD DAMNED STRAPPY STRAPS.  You know what they do to me.  Also, look how those straps rest upon that beautifully leathered-up thigh.  If I look at this one too long today I won’t be able to leave the house today.  I have to leave the house today.

Look, here’s Action Tom walking around in his Loki pants in natural lighting.  You can see the detailing on the inside of the left thigh as well as the boots in all their glorious purpose.  Plus, check out the texture on the exterior of the lower half of his jacket.  And how that tunic drapes over the left thigh…..  WAIT, this is supposed to be about the pants.  That he STOLE.  THAT ARE LIKELY IN HIS CLOSET AS WE SPEAK.  *ahem* Moving on….

Guess what we never get to see?  The Loki costume from a ¾ turn rear view.  The metal grommet work on the outside of the thigh ALONE makes me want to do bad things.  A rear shot of those boots!  The detailing on all edges of the jacket…..  FUCK – pants, focus on the pants!

Peek-a-boo!  It’s the OTHER leg from a side shot.  Good to know they’re identical (they didn’t have to be).  I included this shot for the conformation.  ALSO FOR REASONS. And to call attention to the gold leather insert on the jacket.   And how the fabric on the biceps match the overlap pattern of the leather on his tunic/chest plate.  The detail work of the forearm armor…..I bet those are cold if they’re pressed to one’s bare flesh….. FOCUS, DAMNIT!

Now we come full circle and see those pants, from mostly the front, in a real-life scenario (you know how this kills me).  Now we know that the grommet work on the lower right side of his tunic matches the outside of both pant legs.  Look how soft and pliant that leather looks.  AND WAIT, are we seeing a little peep-show that involves both inner thighs and a bit of the crotch…? And that smile  AND THOSE HANDS. You know I can go on and on and on about that jacket, tunic, and breastplate (ohhhhhh that breastplate) but I’ll leave it all here for your perusal.

Just know, that when this shot was initially shared, these pants deserved, no NEEDED to be deconstructed more than they were.  This photo does bring to the table that the leather pattern below the knee matches both the fabric work on the jacket bicep as well as the pattern on the torso/low chest of the tunic.  


I just included this one because he’s touching his own leather and calling attention to the slightness of his waist.  Just gratuitous hotness.  Sorry, not sorry.

P-to-the-S, I think this post is far more deserving than Meh-g’s Doctorate.  I know it’s sure as fuck more useful….

A Valentine’s Proposal ... After the Fact

Happy Valentine’s Day @sailorkillian!!! I’m your somewhat absent CS Secret Valentine! When you told me about your favorite CS moments I picked up that you are a big fan of the fluffy ones so here is a little Valentine’s proposal fic that doesn’t take place on Valentine’s Day and isn’t really a proposal .. read on to find out what that means!

Emma turned the key in the ignition and the yellow bug’s engine went silent. Killian’s eyes were closed as his head rested back on the seat. It had been another long adventure..

“So, I guess we can cross Narnia off the lists of realms to visit for our next vacation, huh?”

“Next vacation?” Killian replied, not opening his eyes. “We’d have to have one first, love.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” she agreed.

Killian finally opened his eyes and took her hand, bringing it to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “Shall we go inside and try to get some rest before your son decides to explore another wardrobe?”

“Yes, please,” Emma said. After slamming her door shut she looked back at Killian over the roof of the car. “And I saw Leroy walking out of Granny’s so we should probably double check the locks on the front door.”

“And barricade the windows.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking about that,” Emma laughed as she fell into step with him. He slipped an arm around her waist and they slowly walked up the stairs to their front door.

“Keeping everyone out for a few days of solitude with you is no joking matter,” he said, turning her in his arms and pulling her into a kiss.

When they pulled apart Emma’s eyes stayed closed as the smile spread across her face. “We made it home.”

“Aye, love.” He kissed her forehead and put the key into the lock.

He turned the key and pushed open their front door. Emma took a step inside and heard a crunch beneath her feet as though she had stepped onto fallen leaves.

“Killian …  what is all this?”

“Bloody hell, I had forgotten.”

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 21: Questions

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1350 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

You felt fuzzy. As if you had downed a full bottle of whiskey, or taken a handful of sleeping pills. Your mouth seemed full of cotton, and your head pounded. All of this was easy to take stock of in the first ten seconds since you had woken, especially the confining feeling around your middle. Trying to wrack your brain for what had happened, it came back to you in a rush. Brad had showed up, attacking you when you hadn’t followed through with his plans. You vaguely remembered Jensen showing up, then nothing else.

You could hear the beeping of machines, and the quiet murmuring of people in the room with you. Your body felt tired, and weak, but you worked hard to open your eyes. You needed to see who was in the room with you. At first all you accomplished was a fluttering, the effort almost more than you could handle. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you were staring at the stark white hospital ceiling. Trying to take a deep breath, you gasped at the sharp pain, wanting to cry as it radiated through you.

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The First Night // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: fluff

Words: 1.6k

Relationship status: together

Warnings: pre-smut

Summary: Dan and Phil’s first night in the new flat. Cue cuddles and domestic banter.

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[Laughs] We wait long.  I mean, it’s like, I hope next game.  I know how hard.  I mean, it’s like one points but it’s too much pressure for him and I think he’s little bit nervous right now.  We need help little bit for him, you know, maybe power play, give him more passes.  You know, it’s not easy, but he score for sure [Laughs], and it’s more fun when he score and start relaxing and, you know, forget everything.  Just enjoy the game.
All We Need

This is just a short little oneshot about Ohmwrecker, Ryan, and his dog, Buddy, based off of an amazing art piece that @king-draws recently posted. (sorry I can’t link the piece. I’m on moblie right now)
Hope you enjoy!

10 weeks ago, his dad got remarried.
9 weeks ago, Ryan moved in with his mom.
8 weeks ago, he turned eighteen.
7 weeks ago, his first job application went out.
6 weeks ago, his mom got remarried.
5 weeks ago, both of his parents had kicked him out.
4 weeks ago, he stopped driving his car to potential jobs to save on money.
3 weeks ago, he started asking for spare change on the side of the street.
2 weeks ago, he had gotten a minimum wage job offer.
1 week ago, Ryan was still living on the streets alone.

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This video is killing me with the realness

Some of my favorite quotes:

“They will send me messages asking me to look at various people’s astrological charts, and they always have multiple people that they are romantically interested in, and they’re trying to consider which is the better match for them.  You know, most people don’t really think about relationships that much, they just get involved in them. But there is always something to weigh out and consider when it comes to Venus in Gemini.”

“If you get them involved in a relationship…you must have really done something to get their attention, because they get bored very easily.”

“You might’ve even thought at first that they were really, really into you, and, yes–half of them is really into you, but the other half couldn’t f**king care less.

“Venus in Gemini does this, like, scanning, sort of, hopping around thing, like, waiting until they find a real connection, and someone they feel like can relate to both sides of them, because it’s almost like there’s two of them, that needs to be loved, all within the same person! So, it’s a little 
bit more difficult to make them feel loved than it is for most Venus signs.”

“I almost feel like it’s a defense mechanism if they won’t try a bunch of different things with you. Like, ‘Okay, we just got involved together, and if we try bondage for the first night we f**k, then I might fall in love with you, so we have to keep it vanilla for a while.’”

“One of the most complicated things is, most of the relationships that they end in their life, they don’t even actually know why they want to break up.  These people don’t even fully understand themselves.  They don’t even fully understand what they want.  They just know that they’re not pleased, so they have to keep looking.

“If they have sex with you, and they just look around at their life, and they’re like ‘Well, nothing’s changed,’ then…they’re going to break up with you! Pretty much. They’re not going to keep f**king you.”

“So, when you’re dealing with someone who’s completely indecisive about what they want, I’m not sure if the better strategy is to be able to figure out what they want when they can’t, or if it’s just luck, and you just throw something at them, and they will not have even known that they wanted it, but they’re gonna worship you, because they’re gonna be like ‘Oh my god, how did you know that I wanted that?’ and they didn’t say anything, which they probably should, but they don’t even know themselves, like, they’re completely confused.”

“They’re more likely to just pick up a new romantic interest if they are bored. And most do people bore them.”

“It doesn’t matter so much what you do for them, because, they can still get very bored.  They’re not looking to be with the nicest person in the world, they’re looking to be with the most entertaining person in the world.  They want to be entertained.  That’s what they came here for.”

“…the surefire way to know if they like you is if they want to consistently keep spending time with you. “

“They’re generally not the type who’s going to want to do a lot for you, in the relationship, because they think their commitment should be enough.  The fact that they stopped jumping around like a bunny with ADHD should be flattering enough to you.  And you shouldn’t need them to make you pancakes, or anything like that.”

She does compatibility in the second half of the video :)

Musical Theory: Subtext in The Book of Mormon suggests that Elder Price is gay and that McPriceley could be a real thing

 So, I’m a big fan of this show on YouTube called Game Theory. It’s a show that looks at the subtext of video games to figure out answers to unanswered questions in the games (like who Rosalina in Super Mario Galaxy really is, or the true story of the Five Nights at Freddy’s series). It’s really interesting and I’d highly recommend you check it out. I’m also a big fan of a tumblr user called Loudest Subtext in Television, who is famous for writing excellent meta detailing all the gay subtext in the TV show Sherlock. The other day I was reading her meta and listening to the Book of Mormon cast recording, and it got me wondering… is there any subtext in that show? I initially dismissed the idea, but then as I started actually thinking about it… lots of weird things started to make sense, and I actually found a lot of evidence for what I suggested in the title of this post. I eventually came up with the theory that i’m about to present to you now. If you ship McPriceley, or you’re a big fan of the show, or you just like subtext in general, you might want to read on (obviously spoilers for the show below) :D

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AOS 4x20:  AKA When you have that really crazy theory that comes true AKA What the HECK just happened?!

Originally posted by photoshop-guy

First and foremost….everyone take a DEEP breath…it’s going to be okay…that didn’t go down exactly as I thought it would or as we hoped…and pretty sure I’ve shortened my life another ten years…but there are points of hope…I did see some good…I know my ask box will beg to differ but here was some points of hope….and plus side…we have our Fitz back.  He’s in the clutches of the Big Bad still but he’s our Fitz again…yay.

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we are all liars

in which eijun and kazuya are both in denial and pining like clueless idiots

“You’re one nasty bastard,” Eijun says.

Kazuya takes the insult completely in stride; it isn’t something new coming from Eijun’s mouth after all. He loops an arm around Eijun’s neck and tugs him closer, pulling Eijun flush against the hard lines of his body. A corner of Kazuya’s mouth twitches when Eijun reflexively struggles against his hold – though it’s obvious he’s not really putting that much gusto to wrestle away from Kazuya. “Who’s the one asking for extra practice today, hm? Learn to be nicer if you want something, brat.”

“I bought you the stupid salmon onigiri you like this afternoon.” Eijun scowls up at him, his fringe parting in the middle of his forehead and revealing annoyed, brown eyes that were previously partially shielded by his hair. “That’s nice enough.”

“What about my coffee and slice of cheesecake?” Kazuya asks, a lofty lilt in his tone. He continues resting his arm on Eijun’s shoulder, who’s by now given up any semblance of resistance as they make their way to the clubroom. 

Eijun scrunches his face up in distaste. “I’m not part of your fanclub, Miyuki.” 

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Last Night; Liam Dunbar

this a rlly old imagine i wrote on my other blog so im reuploading it here

TW where you’re drunk and stuff happens between you and Brett/Liam (I don’t mind which) but the next day you can’t remember it until they tell you 

“(Y/N) come on, we need to get you home.” Liam pulls on your arm as you down another shot of Jack Daniels. Obviously, he wasn’t drunk, but you couldn’t notice that or much of anything at the moment. You sloppily get up out of your seat and fall onto his shoulder.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have very pretty eyes.” You giggle as you poke his cheek and rest your head on his shoulder. The party wasn’t scheduled to end for another 45 minutes, but you’d obviously made the most of your night.
You get dragged through the rooms and hallways before Liam notices your stumbling and eventually picks you up bridal style.
“Let;s get you home, eh?” He smiles down at you as you wrap your hands around his neck and snuggle your face into his upper chest. It was a good thing you were too dizzy to hear his heartbeat raising dramatically.

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Do you ever just scroll through your dash and go “I am so glad i followed these people I wish I could follow them eight times” because that is what the stranger things fandom has done for me

@theamiableanachronism @strangerthingscast @valbirch @dadharbour @s-t-r-a-n-g-e-r-t-h-i-n-g-s @kittencorrosionxo @youlookpretty-good13 @cloeggo @justice-for-benny and the new sideblog for Sadie Sink which won’t show up for me @dailystrangerthings @wecouldgotothesnowball @wheezingwheeler @m11kee @milevenx @mikewheelxerr @themikewheelers @raesberri @upsidedownwaffle @finnseggo @preciousmileven @protectjonathanbyers @reallyjustaneggoscommercial @scienceisneat @sstrangerthaneleven @stranger-art-things

*editing to formally include some of the many I forgot*  @eggogorgon @eggos-and-promises  like I literally forgot the head canon queen I must’ve had a mini stroke  @shesavedus

There are more that I’m forgetting and there are several that I haven’t followed yet just because it’s spaced my mind but all of you guys make my dash a little bit better with memes (some of which I wish I’d never seen i.e. Ched and Shreleven but that’s ‘kay), head canons, cute fics, theories etc.  If there are st blogs you think i missed and need to check out, add your own ( :  I’m still salty we have to wait until Halloween but luckily I have a great fandom to wait with

Overprotective (Peter Maximoff x Reader)

A/N: I wanted to write something where (Y/N) is a new member of the X-Men but in every battle Peter is super protective, and always takes out the enemies in her path before she gets the chance. Also, in this (Y/N) has the power to control time of objects and spaces around her. 

Written with female pronouns, please don’t take offense it’s just the way I naturally write, I am open to writing with gender neutral pronouns or male pronouns, just let me know! Also, I am experimenting with different POV’s to find which one I like the most, so bear with me. I’m not very happy with this, and debated on not posting it, but someone convinced me too.  I’ll look back on it and cringe later on. 

Warnings: None?

Originally posted by fandomediiits

Your POV

You sat eagerly in your seat, idly playing with your thumbs. This wasn’t your first mission, but as you sat in anticipation you couldn’t help but notice the butterflies dancing in your stomach. Your mission was relatively easy, take out a growing group that was potentially targeting the school. Due to rejection from humans, this particular group of mutants didn’t like that the Professor’s school was doing fine, and as a result, you were forced to take action. 

The other X-Men sat all around you, Peter to your left, Scott to your right. You were used to fighting along side them against other opponents, but mutants would be a different story. As the jet lowered to the ground, you gripped the straps securing you to your seat, biting your lip. This must have been more noticeable than you thought, because Peter cast a worried glance at you.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Peter asked you simply.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you said a little too quickly, you really were, despite your nerves.

Peter just shrugged, and went back to chewing his gum. Still occasionally looking at you worriedly. Great, you thought to yourself, now he’s concerned. You loosened your grip on your straps, the thought of Peter looking out for you easing your nerves. As the jet landed on the ground, Raven was the first to take action.

She stood up, undoing all of her straps with ease, “You all know the drill,” she said simply.

Which was true, you did know the drill, the objective was to eliminate the threat, and that meant destroying any weapons they planned to use against you. The team around you quickly got out of their seats and began filing out of the jet. You marched behind Peter, half worried he would leave you behind because he was so fast. As all of the X-Men stood outside the jet Raven and Hank stood towards the front of everyone. 

Next to you Peter shifted his weight back and fourth between his feet, and you couldn’t help but smile. You glanced around at your group to see that Kurt was playing with his rings, but looking at the two leaders in anticipation, Jean stood almost as still as a statue, and Scott was cracking his knuckles. 

“Alright, we’ve got an entrance to the left, right, back, and front. The plan is to split up and take them by surprise, avoid conflict if possible, and look for the weapons. Charles thinks they’re planning on using bombs, so keep your eyes peeled for those, and please, just don’t do anything stupid,” Hank said, his blue fur standing up on his skin. 

Mumbles of agreement erupted throughout the group, and Raven seemed to look through everyone. 

“Alright, Scott you’ll go with Jean and take the right, Peter you’ll take the back and go with-” She started.

“I call (Y/N),” Peter interrupted, and before you had time to really say anything, you were being swept up into his arms.

“Wha-” you began, but before you knew what was happening you were racing towards the back of the building. 

Within seconds Peter was placing you on your feet, and was about to walk through the back entrance.

“Peter wait,” you exclaimed, trying to take in what had just happened. 

He shot you a confused look, but stopped in his tracks none the less. 

“Can we slow it down, just a little bit?” you asked cautiously.

Peter smirked, “Sure doll.” 

“Thank you,” you muttered as you pulled two daggers out of your pockets. “I’m assuming they’re keeping the weapons closer to the middle of the building, they would be more protected there, so we just need to create a clear enough path for us to get there. Which means we need to work together.”

Peter grinned at you, “I love it when you take control.”

“You…what?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow as a shade of red spread across your face.

Peter’s never-ending smirk reappeared on his face, “Nothing. Since you wanted me to slow down, how about you go first?”

Peter stepped to the side of the entrance. Getting through the door wasn’t the hard part, the hard part came after. You twirled your daggers in your hands before shifting your weight onto your weaker leg, and kicking the entrance with your other. You probably could’ve found a window, or something stealthier, but you and Peter would be able to hold your own. As the door tumbled to the ground you felt several weapons immediately train onto your head, and without a second thought, you charged. 

Peter’s POV

As (Y/N) kicked down the door I couldn’t help but feel my heart beat a little faster in my chest. Okay she was cute, really cute. I’ll admit it was different sitting back and taking things slow, but I didn’t really mind because it meant I got to watch (Y/N) do her thing. She charged at the oncoming foe nearest to her, and for a moment I just crossed my arms, watching. 

She swung her daggers at the man’s face, he blocked them with his gun, before throwing it to the ground as the men behind him fired off shots. It was then that I watched everything turn into slow motion, and getting those bullets away from (Y/N) and I had become my current concern. With a few quick maneuvers I watched them as they smacked the wall behind our heads, and (Y/N) threw her opponent to the ground. 

She looked at me with a bewildered expression, which I responded to with a wink, and continued about what I was doing. Before (Y/N) had time to blink, the three men that shot at us were on the ground and unconscious, only for three more enemies to appear in the not so wide hall we were fighting in. It looked like we almost had a straight shot to the center, we would just have to take out those in front of us. I cracked my knuckles.

Two of the three were big bulky men, who looked like they didn’t understand the concept of self hygiene, and the other was a girl with bright purple hair, who had here eyes trained on (Y/N). As I turned my attention to (Y/N) for a moment, a small smile grew across her lips, and she twirled her daggers in her hands like earlier. 

“Shall we?” I asked her, only partially wondering why the others hadn’t engaged yet. 

(Y/N) nodded, and I was waiting for her to make the first move, but the other side beat her to it. The man facing me flung his arms in our direction, and a gust of air smacked into our bodies at an alarming rate, the force knocking us both backwards. Before I actually hit the wall behind us, I ran up the wall to my right, jumping towards (Y/N) and grabbing her. I held her to my chest and brought her behind a heavy metal cargo box in the middle of the hallway, shielding both of us from the wind.  

(Y/N) looked at me a little dazed as I let go of her, muttering a thank you. 

“Anything for you,” I said, watching with sanctification as (Y/N) blushed yet again.

Just because we were on a mission, didn’t mean I couldn’t have a little bit of fun. (Y/N) quickly averted her gaze from me and stuck her head out form the box so that she could see, I followed suit. The three were walking towards us leisurely.

“Cocky much,” I muttered under my breath. 

“I call the girl in the middle,” (Y/N) said beside me, eyeing her viciously. 

I shifted my attention to the girl, and I just happened to be unlucky enough to see her stare at me and lick her lips. I scrunched my nose.

“She’s all yours,” I said, and as we got ready to attack, the girl in the middle shifted into a cheetah.

“What the?” (Y/N) questioned from beside me.

I shrugged, “Guess it’s time for a cat fight.”

(Y/N) giggled, and without another word, we charged at our enemies. I needed to take out the guy with the wind powers before he had us back to square one, so he was my first target. As I zoomed towards him I could feel the air around me begin to stir, which meant he was fast, but not fast enough. I quickly reached him, kicking his legs form underneath him and watching in sanctification as he fell to the ground. 

His hand reached out towards me and a burst of air shot in my direction, but only enough to make my hair look even better than it already did. I reached out and grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back and shoving him backwards. He let out a cry as he smacked the wall to our side, the once white and pristine surface now dented and streaky. 

I brushed off my hands, turning my attention to (Y/N), who was moving super fast, most likely manipulating her own time in order to keep up with cheetah-lady who was swatting at her. (Y/N) was doing great with her current task, but she wouldn’t notice the man behind her with his fangs and claws outstretched towards her. My heart clenched, and in the blink of an eye I was flipping him over my shoulder. I was not going to let anyone touch (Y/N). 

A large thud sounded through the room as his beefy body smacked the ground, and just for a moment, (Y/N)’s attention was averted from cheetah-lady, but it was long enough. One of her long claws scratched (Y/N)’s shoulder, sinking into the material of her uniform and tearing skin. My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened. As the man I had thrown to the floor stood up to attack me again I aimed a punch straight for his jaw, and didn’t watch to make sure he was unconscious. I didn’t have the time. 

I turned towards (Y/N) to watch her sink a dagger into the cheetah-lady’s shoulder. (Y/N) could’ve easily taken her down, but this opponent had drawn (Y/N)’s blood, and she wasn’t getting off of the hook. At my super speed, and as gently as I could, I pulled (Y/N) back and away from the cheetah-lady, giving me space to knock her kick her backwards from us, as she soared through the air she transformed back into her human form, her eyes rolling back into her head. 

I twirled towards (Y/N), returning to regular speed. She took in the scene of the three unconscious mutant’s and then met my gaze. 

“(Y/N) are you okay?” I asked, placing my hands on her shoulders and looking at where the fabric had torn.

The scratch was smaller than I thought, but that didn’t make me any less angry. 

“I’m fine Peter. It doesn’t even hurt anymore,” (Y/N) said folding her arms. “You know I had her under control right? I am perfectly capable of fighting.”

I slowly lowered my arms form her shoulder’s, smiling at her. 

“I didn’t say you weren’t, but cheetah-lady wasn’t getting off of the hook.”

“Cheetah-lady?” (Y/N) questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, you know, with the claws and the spots?” 

(Y/N) laughed, and the sound made butterflies dance in my stomach.

“Shall we?” I asked, gesturing to the now empty hallway, well, except for the unconscious bodies. 

“Sure, but answer me this, why exactly are you so protective?” (Y/N) replied, as I picked her up, about to speed down the hall. 

“Well, Honey-bunch, I’m not going to let some lowlife touch a pretty little thing like yourself,” and with that, I sped down the hallway, (Y/N) securely in my arms. 

Waiting Anxiously - Part 2

Originally posted by 60slanadelrey

Saturday morning comes around, I never sleep in much so I’m awake by the time Shay comes knocking on my door.

“Happy birthday!” Her arms wrap around me and our hug turns into a tight squeeze.

We both let out a laugh, “Thank you!” I smile at her and then head to the kitchen to make us both a cup of coffee.

Shay takes a step into the hallway and comes back into my apartment with a red bag, “The first gift!” She sets it on the small table in front of the couch.

“The first?” I question her.

“There are only 2, don’t worry.” She takes the coffee cup from me and takes a seat on the couch, “So, whats the plan for the day, anything you want to do in particular?”

“Haven’t really thought about it, maybe just hang out and get some Chipotle?” I let out a small laugh but I’m serious.

“That’s fine, you’ll need your energy for later.” She gives me a smug look.

I ignore the comment and keep drinking my coffee.
The morning is quiet other than the conversation between us. Shay finally gets up and checks the time, it’s almost noon.

“Shit! Ok, chipotle now and then we need to get things going! We have a like 5 hours total to be somewhere.” Shay jumps to her feet and takes my coffee cup from me.

She fills both cups with water in the kitchen sink and then claps her hands at me to get up. I shoo her away with my hand as I get up and get in the shower, I strip down and step in the warm water; she is knocking on the bathroom door after about five minutes so I make it a fast shower.

I walk out of the bathroom with a towel around me, “What is with the rush man, you said five hours!”

“Small change in plans! I need you to open gift one and then I’ll tell you the rest, it’s honestly nothing special.” Shay picks the gift bag up and hands it to me.

I tuck the towel under my arm and throw the paper on the ground, I pull out a shirt and a pair of jeans. I set the bag down and open everything up to see it. 
Its the Twenty One Pilots muscle shirt I had been eyeing that has the lyrics, “My taste in music is your face” on the front. The jeans I have never seen before, they were black with tattered holes on the knees and on the right thigh.

“Ah! I had a feeling you were going to get this! I absolutely love it! And the black jeans are perfect! Thank you!” I give her a huge smile.

“You are very welcome! Now put it on.” She gives me a smug look.

“Now? Seriously?” I giver her a small laugh and she just nods her head.

I head into my room and throw my hair in a ballerina type bun on my head, I slide into the skinny jeans and throw the shirt over my head, I grab a pair of black vans to complete the look. 
By the time I walk out of my bedroom Shay is walking back into my apartment completely changed and throwing her hair in a bus as well.

“Such perfection! Here, no time for lunch, sorry.” She tosses me a lunchable from her fridge.

I let out a sigh and tear the top plastic piece off and throw it away, I start eating the contents as we walk downstairs and get in her car. I didn’t even bother to ask her where we were going, I was consumed with the snack food I had. 
It’s a short drive and I am barley finishing the snack when she comes to a stop, I look out the window and its a salon we are parked in front of.

“What are we doing here?” I look at her confused.

“We are getting dolled up for the night!” She smiles at me and gets out of the car before I can even protest.

“Are you proposing tonight, or?” She rolls her eyes at me as she hold the door open.

I don’t get my hair done often, it always stirs up a bit of anxiety in me and I’m not exactly sure why. 
Shay had everything set up so when we got there a chair was open and waiting, she took a seat in the chair next to me.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a style.” She lets out a small laugh.

“Why do I trust you with things.” I laugh back at her.

The stylist comes over and lets my hair down, it falls down to the middle of my back. It’s still wet from the shower so she starts blow drying it and then turns on a curling iron, in total it took her about an hour to do my hair. 
Shay has longer hair so she is finished shortly after me.
I take a look at myself in the mirror and my hair is full and bouncy with curls, it looks glamorous. I just wish I was capable of doing my own hair like this in less amount of time.

“Thank you so much. I love it!” I let the stylist know.

She responds with a smile and tells me she will be right back. I look over at Shay and she raises her eyebrows at me like she has no clue but I know she’s lying. 
She comes back with a full makeup kit, I give Shay a ‘What the hell’ look and she just smiles back at me and shrugs.

“What kind of look, where are you going?” The stylist asks.

“Nothing crazy, like natural.” I give her a shy smile.

She wastes no time getting started and I hear Shay going over her makeup wants with her own stylist. 
I feel like she’s applying more makeup than I want but it’s too late to say anything now and I’m never one to make a complaint. 
I feel her turn the chair around to face the mirror again and I open my eyes. Another thing I wish I was good at, makeup. I’m in awe that this is even still me, I mean it looks like me just much better.

“Wow! Thank you again.” I smile at the stylist and she gives me one back, I turn to Shay “Where the hell are we going tonight Shay!” I laugh at her as she takes a look at herself in the mirror as well.

“I may have overdone it for where we are going but I’m not sorry about it.” She laughs.

We both get up and head to the front desk, of course she had already paid for every little thing before we even got there. We get back in her car and we head off.

“Shit, we are running late!” She mumbles to herself.

“What time are we supposed to be there and are we supposed to change?” I can’t help but feel a little ridiculous with the glamorous hair and makeup and a Twenty One Pilots shirt and vans.

“It’s A fifteen minute drive and we are supposed to be there in about seven.” She smiles at me, “What we are wearing is perfect.”

I rack my brain trying to think of where we would ever be heading looking like this. 
Nothing. I can’t think of a single thing.
She puts the car in park and my heart sinks to the lowest part of my stomach once I look out the window.

“Y-you, you didn’t. D-did you? Wait. Hang on.” My heart is racing and my words are stuttered.

“Oh but I did and so much better! Come on!” She get out of the car and grabs my hand to make a dash for the front doors of the arena.

The huge sign going across the front of the arena is crystal clear, “Twenty One Pilots Tonight” with a picture of the two boys underneath. I can’t even begin to calm my heart rate as we get closer, I’m sure I’m going to die of a heart attack tonight. 
There are quite a few people in line already but Shay leads me to a different door, she hands the girl two tickets and they exchange words about being late but I can barley even hear them over the pounding in my chest. 
Its pretty empty inside the hallways of the arena as Shay is still dragging me by the hand to keep up with her.

“Ok.” She stops in front of another door and puts her hands on my shoulders and makes me look at her, “I know what they mean to you but I have to tell you what’s about to happen because I don’t want to put you in attack mode. Take a deep breath.”

I do as she says, a few times actually. I start to feel a sense of calmness, “Ok, what is it.”

“I got meet and greet passes for us.” She can’t even try to hold back the huge grin.

The calmness disappears but it doesn’t quite take me into an attack, just more of an emotional wreck, “How! What! That’s why all this?” My eyes well up a little.

“Yes! I had to make sure you looked your absolute best for these pictures! I just want you to be able to thank the ones that have gotten you here, ya know.” She brings me into a hug, “But we are late so, are you ready?”

I squeeze her tightly and wipe my tears gently trying not to smear the makeup, “Yes!” I exclaim to her.

She reaches for the door and there are two girls still in line in front of a huge black curtain. We step behind them and another girl checks the tickets Shay hands her. 
My heart is beating in my throat but I push the anxious feeling away. 
Not right now. I’m not letting it ruin this for me. 
The two girls scream as they get called back and as the curtain opens for them to walk in I can see the tops of their heads, I give myself a pep talk in my head so I don’t completely blow it. 
‘They are human too. They are just regular people. Don’t bow down to them and kiss their feet no matter how bad you want to. They have been in my shoes, they know.’ 
I close my eyes and breathe. Shay squeezes my hand and reassures me. 
The ticket lady waves us forward and the curtain opens up, I take a moment just to look at them before talking my first step in. 
Tyler in a black shirt and jeans, standing there with a smile across his face. Josh stands right next to him in a red shirt and jeans as well, his smile stands out more than anything. 
We walk in and I remind myself to breathe.

“Hey! Nice to meet you both, this is Josh and I’m Tyler, but that’s Josh.” He smiles and Josh lets out a small laugh next to him.

“Hi, this is Alanis, I’m Shay, but more importantly, this is Alanis.” Shay holds her hand out to shake.

Everyone lets out a little bit of a laugh, “Wait, Alanis like the 90’s chick?” Josh turns to me and holds his hand out.

I thank God that my hands aren’t sweaty as I shake his hand, “Yep, that’s the one I’m named after.” I let out a nervous laugh.

“That’s sick.” He laughs again, “No need to be nervous. We are all humans here.” He smiles at me and I feel like I just melted.

“Picture!” The photographer yells out from behind the camera.

We position ourselves, Josh is on the far left and his arm draped around my shoulder, Shay is next to me with her hand around my waist and Tyler on the end of her with his arm also around her shoulder. The flash comes and goes and I know that’s the end of our meet and greet but I have to say my last words.

“Real quick, uh, I know you probably hear this on the daily but I’ve always wanted to let you guys know, like, how your music has saved my life and uhm, well I get to do that right now thanks to her.” I look over at Shay who just has a smile plastered on her face, “So, thank you for not giving up on yourselves so I could not give up on myself.” I’m pretty sure everyone in the arena can hear my heart beating.

“It doesn’t matter how many times we hear it, it always mean something. Thank you.” Tyler comes over and gives me a hug, it’s warm and comforting and he also smells good.

“Yeah, I mean it’s always a new feeling every time I hear that.” Josh pulls me in for a hug as well, he is also warm and his hug is much tighter.

I could die now and it would be more ok than any other time I’ve wanted to die. We say bye and walk out into the arena, I feel like I’m living an actual dream and I also feel like I’m going to puke. Shay links her arm in mine and pulls me in the correct direction. 
We are walking on the ground floor in front of the stage, there are a couple hundred people here already. Shay walks me over to the left side of the stage and we are able to make it to about the second row of standing people.

“Perfect view of the sweaty drummer just for you!” She squeezes my arm in hers.

We both laugh and I can’t even find a response because it’s not a lie. 
It seemed like almost an hour had past and people were filling up the entire arena fast. Being this close the front it started to get a little pushy and I could feel a small spike of anxiety creep in, but again I push it out. 
Not now. 
Its about another 45 minutes and then the place goes black and screams and cheers fill the entire building. 
As soon as the first glimpse of Josh on the drums comes up from the flashing lights the screams get louder, then when Tyler makes his jump from his piano it becomes chaos. I swear the ground shook from the noise level. 
The concert starts and Shay and I sing the songs to each other, we jump around and we scream. I watch Josh most of the time as he is in his zone. 
The intro to Car Radio starts and Shay grabs onto my arm and screams in my ear asking if I’m ok. I nod but I’m not sure. 
The words to this song have pulled me out of some dark places but it has also been able to trigger me into the dark places. 
My heart rate increases, I can feel my palms get sweaty, my stomach turns into knots and it’s not from excitement anymore. 
I need out. 
We have been pushed more towards the middle now and I shake my head at Shay, I can tell a little bit of panic sets into her as she looks for an exit. She tries to push her way through towards the left as she holds onto my hand, but no one will budge. 
The air starts to feel thick, my breaths are getting shorter. I can’t even keep up with the thoughts that start to race in my head, I grip onto Shay like it’s life or death and that’s what it does feel like. 
She starts to get loud, screaming at people she needs to get out. Pleading. 
We make it a few feet but more people that won’t budge, afraid that we are just trying to get closer to the stage. She looks back and me and my face has gone white.

“Al! I got you. I got you! Ok!” She’s screaming back at me as she still tried to push her way through.

I hear her but I don’t. The noise drowns out, my vision starts to blur, my chest feels like it might actually explode.

The drums stop and Josh’s voice yells out, “Tyler! Wait!” He hops off his drums and points to Shay trying to drag me out of the madness.

“Lights! Turn the lights on! Move, guys move and let them out!” Tyler’s demands are heard, the lights come on and the people near us make way.

Shay pulls me into a tight hug as we make it to the edge of the crowd. I crumble into screams and crying. The screams usually ease the pressure in my chest but it’s not working. 
I fall out of her arms and onto the floor. I can’t find a full breath of air.

“Call an ambulance!” Tyler talks into the microphone, his voice mixed with concern and a little bit of his own anxiety.

Josh hops down from the stage and the security forms a wall between the ground crowd and Shay and I, “We’re going to get you out of here, just try and breath. Five seconds in and five seconds out. Ready.” His hand reaches for my back.

I listen to him count but my inhale only makes it to three and my exhale makes it to two. My hands reach into my hair and I grab onto it and pull, I let out a groan of frustration and fear.

“It’s ok, try again, ready.” His hand rubs up and down my spine.

Again, I can’t make the full five. Shay kneels on the other side of me and pulls my hand from my hair and holds it tightly. 
I feel Josh leave my side and when he comes back Tyler is with him.

“Hey, hey, the ambulance is almost here. I just need one full breath from you or I won’t rest.” Tyler’s voice is more calm than Josh’s.

I try again, 1, 2, 3, 4. I stutter with the exhale. 
Shay stands up and she is replaced by an EMT.

“I’m going to get you out of here, is it ok if I lift you?” It’s a male voice, I nod.

“Let us know what, just what happens or something by the end of the night.” Tyler tells the EMT before he picks me up.

The EMT picks me up like he is going to rock me to sleep. I keep my head down and try to not think of all the eyes on me right now. Shay is next to the guy brushing my hair back so I know she’s there. 
They get me in the back of the ambulance and hook up all the machines to me, they ask if I’m allergic to anything and I shake my head no. They ask Shay all my personal information and she answers it all correctly. They let me know they are going to give me something to calm me down and I know that means to make me sleep. 
The drive is quick, they pull me out on the stretcher and a few jolts it turns into a rolling cot. My eyes are already heavy and I can’t even move my mouth to talk now. 
I let my eyes close and fall asleep before they even settle me into a room.

My body feels exhausted as my eye finally open, they take a little bit to adjust. Shay is laid out on the couch, wide awake. I look out the widow of the door and blink a few more times, I see pink hair. 
I look over at Shay again and she hasn’t moved, I’m thinking this is a dream. 
Why would they be here? 
I see Josh pace the widow and Tyler leans against the opposite wall yawning. Josh runs his hands through his hair a few times before he leans his back against the window.

“Shay?” I whisper.

She jumps up and rushes to my side, “Thank God!” She hugs me tightly.

“Im ok.” I smile at her, “But what are they doing here? Are we in trouble?” I whisper to her.

“Honestly, all I know is they wanted to check on you. I guess that sort of freaked them out a little bit and I head Tyler telling Josh, “We can just call the hospital tomorrow or her! Get the friends number so we can check in.” But Josh had to make sure now that you were, well, breathing.“ She smiled and me, "I’m going to let them know you’re awake, ok?” 
I nod and close my eyes.

Shay goes out there and lets them know and all three of them come in the room, Tyler stays at the door of the bed and Josh comes to one side.

“I’m, I’m sorry guys.” I keep my eyes closed and swallow hard after the words leave my mouth.

Josh leans down towards me, “Look, don’t be. I get it. He gets it. Nothing to be sorry about. I’m just, we are glad you’re ok.” He lets out a sigh of relief.

“Seriously, we are though. I’ve got her number to make sure everything is ok in a few days, if that’s ok with you?” Tyler asks and then yawns again.

“Mhm, I don’t mind. Thank you, both of you.” My voice is still low from barley being awake.

“Good, goodnight Alanis.” Josh rubs his hand up and down my arm a few times before leaving.

I want to so badly to run and scream and become this mess of a fan but I don’t have it in me. Instead I let Shay do a few squeals for me and then I doze off. 
I highly doubt they would actually check on my anyways.

Feedback is always welcomed, loves.