well this has turned into a ramble

so i hear y’all think kingdom hearts is confusing

aight folks heres a little character psa for ya

THIS is sora and vanitas they are NOT the SAME person

THIS is ventus and roxas they too are NOT the SAME person


sora and roxas, technically, ARE the SAME PERSON
take ‘sora’ add an x and rearrange

ventus and vanitas also, technically, ARE the SAME PERSON
note the name similarity


this has been a kingdom hearts psa

just dont make me talk about the 13 versions of xehanort… EDIT: WELL TURNS OUT I DID END UP TALKING ABOUT THEM FOLKS

High☆Speed Free! Starting Days Event Report

The High☆Speed Free! Starting Days event was held at the Ryogoku Kokukigan Sumo Wrestling arena, the exact same location where the Free! Eternal Summer event two years ago was held. The biggest announcements of the event were the three planned Free! continuation movies:

1) Free! Timeless Medley ~絆 Bonds~
This will be a compilation of scenes from Free! Eternal Summer as well as new scenes relating to Makoto, Haruka, Rei, and Nagisa

2) Free! Timeless Medley ~約束 Promises~
This will be a compilation of scenes from Free! Eternal Summer as well as new scenes relating to Sousuke and Rin’s promise to him

3) Free! Take Your Marks
This will be a completely new full-length feature film following Haruka after he graduates from High School

For those interested in what happened during the Afternoon event, here’s a detailed report, so enjoy~

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Not a Fan

Originally posted by tomshollandss

+ Tom Holland

author’s note: look how cute he looks !!

BASED OFF OF THE MOVIE “STARSTRUCK” [which is amazing tbh]

prompt: tom holland is on the red carpet for his Spiderman: Homecoming premiere & he notices one face in the crowd that stands out.

WE’RE GOING TO THE PREMIERE? Tonight? Really of all nights? You’re funny, I’m not going.” Your book is ripped from your hands as your younger sister proposes a new turn of events of the day.

“Yeah, not like you go out anyways. C’mon, it’ll be fun and Mom and Dad won’t let me go alone. Plus, I’ll buy you food afterwards.” Your sister, Vee, shrugs and smirks, looking through your closet absentmindedly while brewing up a plan to get out of the house with your parents’ approval.

“You just wanna hop on Spiderman’s dic-” Your monotone voice murmurs before she brings a hand to cover over your mouth.

“That is so not true!” She says in an exasperated tone and whispers the ‘not’ in her sentence, knowing you’re right.

It’s your turn to smirk and shrug before snatching your book back and plugging your headphones back into your ears to drown out her incessant rambling and yelling.

As you’re about to reach the last paragraph of your chapter and read the secret the main character has been keeping for three books, your book is replaced with your sister’s annoying face once more. Your music is interrupted as well by said pest and a devilish smile falls onto her lips.

“Right when I see him we can go. Go with me and I’ll stop talking about him! I won’t drag you to stalk him or watch his movies–unless you want me to–and I won’t even say his name in your presence! Please, Y/N, meeting Tom means the world to me!” Vee flashes you her puppy dog eyes, despite being eighteen, and that look like she’s about to cry.

“Nice try, kid, I’m not falling for that again.” You huff and return back to your book.

“And how long are we gonna be here for, Vee?” You groan and run a hand through your ironed curls, sighing at the sight of you in the bathroom mirror. 

You look good… too good just for one little night out of bitching at your sister and being socially active in a crowd of hormonal and teenage angst.

“You look really hot, Y/N, stop worrying. Hell, if you weren’t my sibling, I’d think you’re a celebrity. I’m not kidding, you like, legit, look hot as fuck.” Vee rolls her eyes and actually speaks genuinely as she adjusts her dress–mainly her boobs to expose more of her cleavage just ‘in hopes tom will pass by our area and see her in the crowd’.

“It’s only for an hour or two. The cast will be busy anyways doing interviews and stuff.” She waves you off before grabbing her clutch and walking out of the bathroom and back to the side of the red carpet.

“Thanks for saving our spots, T.” Vee grins to her friend and pushes aside a few fangirls dressed in Marvel merch. You apologize profusely before following behind your sister who has now grabbed your hand to pull you through the crowd and towards the second row of the crowd.

You watch as everyone around you screech and cheer for certain celebrities walking past on the red carpet. You yawn and cautiously try not to mess up your makeup. You stand here for an hour before you sigh.

“I’m getting a drink, Veronica,” You yell in your sister’s ear over the intensifying noise surrounding you. She nods before going back to her conversation with her friend.

You awkwardly shove partially drunk and overexcited people out of your way before apologizing immensely. It had to be done because no one notices you trying to get through the crowd.

You finally find the bar, wondering if it is open to the public. You shrug and run your hand through your curls once more after being so overwhelmed by this whole stupid event that probably won’t matter after tonight. Tonight is just a waste of your time.

You don’t seem to notice the huge sign next to you that reads “Celebrities’ Lounge” next to you.

The handsome bartender smiles kindly at you and you return the polite smile before ordering a glass of sparkling champagne. You reach in my purse for a twenty before the bartender speaks up.

“No charge.” He smiles and winks at you before turning to the guy next to you. Unbeknownst to you, that guy is looking at you in awe. That guy is the main reason why you are here tonight: Tom Holland; something inside your head is begging you to turn and look and see who is next to you.

You almost bring your head to look, but you decide against it.

“She’s gorgeous. I’ve never seen her before.” Tom comments to Harrison causing Harrison to turn and watch as you strut away with a champagne glass in hand and looking even more like a celebrity. 

The two turn back around and search the menus for a drink and a possible bite to eat before walking down the red carpet.

For a moment, you stop in your tracks, feeling some sort of ominous pull towards the bar. A second passes as you look back at the bar and your eyes fall upon two young men with their backs turned to you.

“I’ll to look her up.” Harrison says quickly with his jaw dropped before ordering two drinks for him and Tom. The two receive the drinks before the bartender rings them up.

“That’ll be twenty-seven dollars and fifty cents.” The same bartender says gruffly to the two boys. Tom’s eyes widen slightly but he doesn’t let his shock appear very evident and he pulls out a twenty and a ten from his wallet.

The two boys exchange surprised looks once the stiff bartender leaves. 

“Wasn’t he just getting cozy a second ago with your new love interest? I mean, I haven’t seen you so in awe since Tessa.” Harrison chuckles and gestures with his drink over towards the direction you just disappeared to. 

“Yes but Tessa is my baby, that’s different.” Tom huffs and smiles at the thought of his beloved pitbull, Tessa–the most important thing in the world.

Back over in the crowd, you meet back up with Vee and her friend. You huff and sip–chug–on your champagne and sigh, thinking of better ways of spending your Friday night.

“I heard Tom is nearby. Haz and him just stopped to get drinks, look! They tweeted about it, T!” Vee screams in excitement. Genuinely happy for your sister, a small smiles manages to pull at your lips seeing her face light up. Alas, a light reminder pops up into your head–you despise Tom Holland, not personally, but just his image.

“Did you see him at the bar, Y/N?” Vee grips your arm tightly and releases it once you glance down. Her hand imprint leaves a mark on your skin but instead of pointing it out, you answer her question.

“I don’t know, I could of. It was busy,” You shrug the two fangirls off with a simple sip of your champagne glass, looking the most elegant within the crowd.

Vee screeches once she sees that Tom, Harrison, and Jacob starting to walk down the red carpet all of a sudden. Everyone in the crowd cringes at Vee’s high voice but nonetheless scream and scramble to get their phones out.

This is the last night hearing about Tom fucking Holland, I can do this, you think. It’s worth it, I got this, no more Tom Holland

Within the chaotic group of screaming and jumping people acting like complete fools, pushing and pulling people to try and get near the barricade, you stand in place with a blank expression and simply sip your champagne.

As Tom approaches, you swear he looks and locks gaze with you for a moment, easily picking your calm and unfazed demeanor out apart from the crowd, and he whispers something to Harrison and Jacob.

Groaning, you turn and begin to swiftly walk away to refill your drink, knowing you can’t be sober if Vee’s gonna stay here the whole night. Despite the deal of ‘seeing’ and ‘leaving’, you know she’ll make you stay the whole night until Tom tweets or posts on social media of being in his hotel room.

“Hey, wait!” Harrison holds a a hand out to signal you to stop but with your back turn, you don’t notice the Brit talking to you. Vee and T screech louder than before.

Harrison runs up to the barricade, getting the attention of all the cameras, crowd, and celebrities. Harrison searches the crowd and grips the barricade. Vee and T yell and reach out and touch his arm.

Harrison turns around to Tom with wide eyes, causing Tom to mirror his expression. Out of nowhere, the three boys are running all the way down the red carpet in search of you–the one sad face in a smiling crowd.

“Last day.” You whisper to yourself before emerging in a traffic of people. You look down at your shoes for a moment and sign. While your head is down, another body knocks in to you, sending your glass flying and you falling to the ground.s 

“Holy shit, I knocked her over, Jacob.” A British voice rings out. Slightly concussed, you groan and rub your head. Shrieks around you fill the air, causing you to cover your ears at the shrivel noise, your head pounding even more immensely.

“Ha, I guess you could say she fell for you.” Another voice rings, but this time it’s an American accent. You pick up a sarcastic laugh before someone grabs you.

“Hilarious. Shit shit shit, okay… um, let’s get you up. I’m so sorry.” The voice says once more and you feel someone pull you up. You squint at the bright lights and close your eyes slightly.

“C’mon, we gotta go to the lounge so you can rest.” The voice says with worry thick in his tone, causing another voice to laugh.

“Or so lover boy can meet his princess.”

PRINCESS? Alas being trapped in a concussed state, before you can speak, the dizzy world fades into black as sleep claims you with the last thing you hear is: “Fucking hell, Harrison, I told you to stop her, not fucking kidnap her!”

3,459 Miles ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Reader X Jack Maynard X Conor Maynard X Jack’s ex

Word Count:  1043

Summary: Reader in love with Jack but lives in New York, Jack’s gf cheated on him. Conor calls the reader in concern and she flys out.

Requested: Yhas

Not my gif

Originally posted by conorshickey

It’s not every day you find yourself running through the airport with a duffle bag, shouting apologises at people whom bang bags with, but let’s be honest you wouldn’t be doing this if you only booked the flight only an hour ago.

Why are you running again?

Well this is why.

Two hours before…

You were editing a video you had done, where you talked about the meaning of some photos on your phone. Most of them were pictures of you and buttercream squad, you used to live in London around a year ago but you had to move to New York due to this amazing opportunity with bring out your own makeup.

You lived in an apartment with the love of your life, Jack Maynard. Unfortunately, he saw you as his best friend and had an amazing girlfriend called Lilly, however when you moved, Jack moved out and into an apartment with Josh and Conor. Luckily, your other best friend had moved with you and had left her boyfriend, Conor behind. She was actually out in London now visiting Conor and secretly looking for apartment for the both of you, your two year New York move had been cut to a year and you wanted to get back to London so bad.

You missed the buttercream squad so much that it was starting to drive you insane, you speak to them every day and actually FaceTime them every week but Jack had stopped texting/face timing you two months ago. It hurt like a bitch when Jack had ignored all your texts and declined your calls, the boys didn’t know what had happened either and cornered Jack into telling them only to get “Fuck off, it’s none of your business.”

It leads to a lot of shit on twitter too, your fans and Jack’s fan had noticed you guys hadn’t tweeted each other every day or had posted pictures of each other for throwback Thursday or had funny face competitions on Snapchat. The fans shipped you two together since he first appeared in your YouTube video you posted at 19, it did cause arguments for both you and Jack when you had got into a relationship.

Jack may never mention you in his YouTube videos anymore but you did, you just edited a photo of you and Jack laugh with mud and cream all over the two of you. That day was one weird ass day but you loved it.

Just as you were placing the photo on the video your phone rang and the older Maynard sibling ID showed up.

“Hmm what have I won to get a call Mr. Maynard.” You teased.

“Y/N.” Conor spoke.

“What? What’s happened? Is everyone okay?” You rambled into the phone in panic, Conor never called you by your name it was always pinkie or shorty; Your name means something had happened.

“Jack and Lilly broke up.”

You felt happiness build up inside you but it crashed down when you realised Conor sounded angry. “What happened?”

“You know he stopped speaking to you two months ago? Well turns out it’s because she had cheated on him. He has been getting drunk and staying in hotels when he was ‘seeing Lilly’, Y/N I’m worried about him. Please help me.” Conor pleaded.

“Pick me up from the airport tomorrow morning.” And with that you hung up and flung yourself off the bed, booking a flight, texting Conor what time to pick you up, packing a duffle bag, jumping in a cab and catching the flight.

Present time…

Running outside the aiport you noticed a sleepy Conor leaning against his car with Y/B/F/N standing next to him. Conor was the first one to notice you and walked slowly towards you opening his arms for you to run into.

No greetings were said, pulling out the hug you jumped in the car and watched Conor drive through the streets till you reached the Maynard/Pieter’s apartment. Conor nodded at you and you jumped out the car and run up the stairs to the apartment, pulling out the spare key the boys gave you before you left to New York you let yourself in.

The apartment was silent besides the sound of someone crying, Josh, Conor and Y/B/F/N had left the apartment to give you and Jack some time. Taking your shoes off, you walked towards Jack’s room and listened to the cries that were escaping his mouth.

Frowning you opened his door to see something that made you want to break into tears, Jack’s room was trashed, bottles of alcohol were on the floor, and Jacks shaking body was crashed onto his bed. You silently closed the floor and made your way to his bed, crawling onto it you grabbed Jack by his shoulder causing him to jump and turn to face you.

You stared at each other in silent before he tackled you into a hug, his head in your neck as his hold body shook with sobs. “Sh, I’m here. I’m here now.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Jack repeated into your neck, tightening his hold on you.

“Nothing to be sorry for, it’s okay Jack.” You whispered hands running in his hair.

“Don’t leave me, please Y/N. Don’t leave me.”

“Jack.” You spoke softly, Jack brought his head up staring at you. “I didn’t travel 3,459 miles just to leave you. I’m not leaving anytime soon; I’ll be here till you get sick of me. I promise you.”

Jack smiled at you with a look in his eyes you couldn’t make it, “Can we just lay here and cuddle?”

Nodding your head, you climbed into his bed with Jack. You lay on your back while Jack placed his arm over you and stuffed his head in the crook of your neck, smiling down at him you placed a hand in his hair playing with it.

“Get some sleep Jack, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You whispered kissing his head while he nodded.

You laid in silence running your hand through his hair, feeling your eye closing feeling sleep crash down on you. Just before you went into dreamland you heard Jack mutter something.

“Travelled 3,459 miles to make sure I was okay; I knew I loved her.”

Last imagine today…. aslo @purple-alien-monkey is this fluffy enough or shall I make another one ;)

Part 10 of Lance Bonding with the Lions!!!!

Green took them to a house. A house that they have never seen before. Well, most have never seen before. “Where are we? Why did Green send us to someone’s house?” Keith questioned. It was eerily quiet around the house, as if no one was there. They were in the kitchen of the house. Some of the dinning chairs were pushed out as if someone was in a rush to get out of it. The lights were off, making the window hanging above the sink the only source of light. Specs of dust were dancing in the beams of light. There were unwashed dishes in the sinks, begging to be cleaned. It was clear to see that someone lived here, but everything was a bit..disheveled. Pidge’s eyes were wide, walking forward and dragging her fingers across the top of the chairs. “This..this is my kitchen. M-my home.” There was a sudden knock on the door. “Coming!” Pidge gasped as she heard the voice. “Th-that’s my-” her eyes began to cloud as her mother went to answer the door. Her hair was slightly out of place as she ran her fingers through it to try and make it presentable. Her blouse was wrinkled and small spots of dust and dirt covered her pants. She had dark bags under her eyes, which were unnaturally red as if she had been crying for a long time. In all, she just looked…tired. She attempted to fix her hair one last time, and then she opened the door. This time, it wasn’t Pidge who was the only one to gasp. “Oh! Um, hello. Can I..help you with something?” Her mother asked. “No,no! I’m from the Garrison and-” “Did you find anything out! Please tell me!” She frantically questioned. “N-no. I’m sorry. I’m just a student at the Garrison and I heard about what happened. I’m sorry about your husband and son, Mrs. Holt.” Her shoulders slumped, but she kept a smile on her face. “It’s alright. I guess I got a little too excited. So what bring you here, Mr..?” “Oh, sorry! That’s probably really rude of me. The name’s Lance.” Lance gave her a warm smile. “I would give you my signature finger guns, but as you can see, my hands are kinda full.” And full they were indeed. The team gaped as Lance carried in multiple boxes and containers, somehow balancing them all. “Let me help you with those! We can set them on the table. I apologize for the mess.” Lance chuckled at her. “Don’t worry about that! I have like 6,000 siblings, so our house is its own natural disaster.” She smiled at him and set everything down. “So Lance, what brings you here today.” Lance uncharacteristically turned sheepish. He stared at his feet and twiddled his thumbs. “Sorry if this is weird, but um, I heard about what happened with you and your family. I couldn’t imagine what you must be going through; if anything like that happened to my family, I think I would go insane.” Lance began to speak quickly as he grew more nervous. “So, I got to thinking; when I feel sad or angry or whatever, what does my mama do for me? Then it hit me: she cooks! So yeah, it may seem a little weird, but I-I made you dinner. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I pretty much made everything I knew. I hope you don’t mind Cuban food. But if you do, just tell me what you like and I’ll go and make it!” Pidge’s mom broke into a wavering grin as small tears trailed down her cheeks. “Oh shit, you’re crying! I-I mean shoot! Sorry! Oh great, I made you food you don’t like, made you cry, and just cursed right in front-” “Lance!” She interrupted his rambling. “I’m not mad or sad! I’m…happy. It’s just so touching that you thought to do this. And you made this all yourself?” Lance rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh, well mama gave me the recipe and directions, so it wasn’t completely all me.” She gave Lance a bone-crushing hug. Lanced stood in shock for a moment, but quickly recovered and returned the hug. She pulled away and turned toward the stairs. “Katie!! Come down for minute please! A lovely gentleman has just brought us dinner!” “Not right now, mom! I’m working on something and I’m on the verge of a breakthrough, I know it!” The team watched as Pidge’s mom sadly shook her head and walked back toward Lance. “Ever since they disappeared, she’s locked herself away in her room, working on..something. I’m afraid she’ll make herself sick with all this..” she smiled sadly. “She won’t be down for a while, but Lance, would you like to stay for dinner?” “O-oh, well I would really love to, Mrs. Holt, but I’ve got to get back before the Garrison before they find out that I..snuck out.” “Lance!” She exclaimed. “Hey, hey! It’s okay!” Lance smirked. “They’ve never caught me before anyway! I better get going; it was nice to meet you!” “It was a pleasure to meet you as well.” Lance reached the door and was about to walk out when she stopped him. “Lance, wait!” Lance turned around and paused. “If you were to ever be with Katie or see her or anything…watch after her for me please, will you?” Lance smiled softly. “Mrs. Holt, it would be my honor. I know I’ll never take her brother’s place, but I promise you this: I will try with everything in my being to be a good friend to her. Maybe she’ll even see me as a temporary older brother, just until we find her real one.” Her mom couldn’t speak, so with watery eyes and a shaking smile, she nodded. Lance gave her a wide grin and left. “….thank you, Lance.”
The team were back at the hangar. Pidge had wet trails on her cheeks where she had been silently crying. “He made us dinner. H-he took me in as his little sister, and I didn’t realize…” Green gently pressed against Pidge’s forehead with their nose before stepping back. A silent hum passed throughout the hanger. Slowly, the Black Lion, who had remained silent, raised up and made their way to the team. Black crept up to them and slowly lowered himself in front of Shiro. Shiro met his Lion’s eyes. “Alright, Black. Show me.”


Where y/n is Harry’s assistant and they are both secretly in love with each other.

warnings: a lot of smut

It’s my first time writing a Harry one shot. I’ve been dreaming about being Harry’s assistant a couple of times now and I wanted to write about it. I’m so sorry if this is shit,, English is my third language so yeah but I hope you’ll be able to enjoy it :). xo ML

also shout out to my bub @17-blackaf for proof reading it :) you’re the best. 💕

Harry’s been staring at her for a while now.

He watched her as she was putting the last groceries in his fridge. She was in a hurry, as always. Y/N has been known to be a very stressed out person; always wanting to finish things as fast as she could.

But today, it was a bit different than usual.

Ever since Harry finished the last bits of his album, the level of her stress became unbearable. Harry was on promo tour in London, and though everything was going well (as they both hoped), she couldn’t help that she was anxious about every little thing.

Even after a year of being Harry’s assistant and him reassuring her every time that everything she does for him is amazing, she still doubts herself.

He wished that she wasn’t so hard on herself.

Harry admired Y/N a lot. He loved how she could speak three different languages (especially French, he loved French), while he struggled with repeating the same French phrase. Y/N always teased him when he tried to speak the language, but always helped him improve it. Y/N hated that English wasn’t her native language and struggled with it sometimes. Harry thought it was cute, and would always help her out. Just like she helped him with his French.

He was also amazed by her beautiful eyes and how they would sparkle when she smiled. He thought that she had the most extravagant smile in the world. Harry also thought Y/N was adorable, especially when she would giggle when he told her a silly joke.

Harry loved how much she loved his jokes as he adored her sense of humor. He always thought that they were very similar when it came down to corny jokes. She would tell the weirdest thing in the world and then laugh at herself. Harry thought she was a hilarious precious woman.

Harry loved the way she loved singing and dancing along to her favourite songs. It was entertaining to he catch her dancing around his house while listening to music. She would always scream and cuss, running away from him. Y/N loved all kinds of music, just like he does.

He adored how small she was compared to his height. Whenever she would let him hug her, she would always stand on her tiptoes. Which would always make him chuckle and hold her tighter to his chest.

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So, I tried a thing…
Been meaning to work more on how to show AND tell with imagery but I be been busy (and very lazy). But last night I had an idea revolving around a chick and her hunt for the Jersey Devil (being part piney, the Jersey​ devil has always held a special place in my heart). Seeing as @sixpenceee has a scary comic/story thing going on right now, I thought I’d take a crack at getting pen to paper (or tablet pen to… tablet). However, these things are better tackled with a set plan and not at 3am. But I was kinda happy with how this turned out. Also kinda hoping it’s not too dark and murky!
Oh well. Looks it’s back to the ol’ drawing board for me!

To those wondering why fans “left, ignored, and hated” Hello back in 2013;

NU’EST debuted with a song about fighting back bullying, about gaining confidence to stand up to bullies. This was a new scene for kpop as a boygroup singing and showing actual bullying. Face was an instant hit; NUEST was more popular than exo, btob, and bap (imagine that). Then Action came not long after debut. Another societal issue song. Not so much a hit, but kept with a theme of standing up to whoever is putting you down. This seemed to keep previous fans still on boat the nu’est waves. Then nu’est came to around october of the same debut year with a fan video of Sandy and Not Over You; both songs of the same album of Action. Cute- and completely different than its title track counterpart- you could see how people didnt like their shocking new image. Two title tracks of fighting back, with cute surprise videos? Not much hype went on unless you were an international fan who genuinely loved the way they portrayed the song with the surprise videos. I mean, one video was about them hanging out and buying their fans things the entire day! What was so bad about it? 

Then…the wait for Hello. No one knew this song was going to be a hit for genuine fans, and I mean genuine because…well…you’ll later read on.

Teasers, photos, etc etc was hyping up tumblr LOVEs. This song was going to give nu’est a new breakthrough. This was going to give them more popularity than the last. Same year debut groups were doing cute videos while older groups were doing more hip hop and serious love damaging songs and videos.. Nu’est wasnt hopping on trend and instead, was coming out with a ballad still true to their actual name “NU Establish Style Tempo” (emphasis on NU and STYLE). nuest, no matter what song, has always had a similar beat to every song before Hello, and to this day, continue the same beats that make a nuest song be…well…nuest. An almost soft dubstep beat. Go ahead, listen to all of their songs and pay attention to the beat. Hello was a ballad, but carried such a beat along with it that made it different than other ballads. At least to me that is. But even though the song was a nuest song, with its beat screaming NUEST, fans in Korea and even international fans, didnt like it.

Hello became the downfall. Fans around the world (a lot, but not enough to tear nuest and us down!) began to complain. Hello wasnt a song about fighting societal issues. It was deemed to be like any other love song. Boring. Same as everyone. Not NUEST. But, that was the thing about being a nuest fan. What even IS nuest? Does their acronym not mean new style of music? From what I remember….

NU'EST stands for ‘NU(New), Establish, Style, Tempo’, signifying how they are creating a new style to the music.“ 1TheK description on debut song FACE.

From my point of view, NUEST WAS NEVER MEANT TO STAY THE SAME. Changing, always changing. That is nuest. And because of such a drastic change from anti-bullying and taking actions towards those against you to losing a woman they loved, this brought harsh declines in sales. Hello was the first to bring hardly any album sales out of the two already out. This was the turning point. Fans left, ignored, and hated Hello. People who were not fans but followed nuest, left to see them fall to the ground.

Again, this was not a nu’est song. From what I remember back in 2013, people justified this song as the complete opposite of what nuest IS and should be. Blaming pledis and the boys for doing a song not usual to their two other albums. My argument since 2013? NUEST was never meant to be the same all of the time. We should have expected them to change, just like how every other group on this earth changes styles. Why was nuest the only exception to not being able to change? Well, to “fans” in that era, it was reasonable. And since then, nuest has still been changing with every song they come out with, doing everything they can to please us who are already supporting them, while trying to reach out to their homeland and gain fans there as well. nu’est never stopped for anyone. They kept going and going and fighting on despite the decline in every song they came out with. Of course Overcome was the turning point to show a better and improved ‘nuest’ to the public, but it was still never the same like before Hello.

I rambled on so much I dont know how to end this. but here you go. What I believe and remember from what happened during the time that Hello was a forgotten soul of a song. And why its so important to listen to the remix that came out today, because of its history and deep depth of hurt that it caused our boys. This song has resurrected and it has slayed.

The New Kid II: Tom Holland

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): I mean, no. I don’t think…

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

A/N: I really really liked how this turned out. I think it’s really cute

Part I:

The next day, Y/N woke up feeling very elated. She threw the throw off of her body with excitement and got ready for school. She collected her book bag from her desk and sprinted down the stairs for breakfast.

For the first time since Y/N had started high school, Y/N’s mom saw the joyful spirit in Y/N that had been hidden since her first day of Junior High, and it made her very happy.

“Morning, mom.” Y/N greeted as she placed a quick kiss on her mother’s cheek.

“My, you seem quite… chirpy today. Something happen yesterday at school, or going to happen? Is it a boy?” Y/N’s mother asked as she poured Y/N a glass of orange juice to drink with her eggs.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed as it was indeed, a boy. “Mother, I am eighteen years old. Do you think maybe it’s time to, you know, let go of my life?” Y/N joked with a grin.

“So it is a boy. What’s his name?” Y/N’s mother asked with a wide grin as she sat on the stool next to her daughter’s.

With a heavy sigh and an eye roll, Y/N gave in. “His name, is Ben. He started at the school just yesterday. He was originally supposed to shadow Arun but he was out sick and so Mr. Donald kinda forced me into it. I was upset about it at first because I had to be social and actually interact with this guy, and I sort of expected him to be just like all the jackasses that role in the crowd, but he turned out to be okay. He’s sweet, and really easy to talk to. He’s coming over today so I can tutor him in AP Microeconomics and basically help him catch up. I just find it kinda weird that he just showed up out of nowhere and just… joined the school. I hope to find out how soon.” Y/N rambled with a dreamy look.

“Well, it seems this boy has you all in your heart. I’m just glad to see you so happy. It’s been a while since you smiled this big.” Y/N’s mom said tenderly. “Now, finish your breakfast and hurry on to school.” She said as she stood up.

Y/N took her usual seat and tried desperately not to look eager as she glanced at the door. She squirmed in her seat and fiddled with the wires of her headphones. She was no longer paying any attention to the tunes playing as she waited for him. And then he walked in, seconds before the bell. She pulled her earbuds out and put them away with her phone.

“Cutting it thin by day two, are we?” Mr. Donald commented without looking up from his paper.

“My family isn’t well known for punctuality.” Ben chided before he walked to his seat at the desk next to Y/N’s. The class giggled and Y/N let out a breathy laugh as the teacher glared at him.

“Now that the bell has rung, we can start. Yesterday, we…” Y/N tuned out the voice of Mr. Donald as soon as he started talking.

“Hey.” Ben whispered to Y/N.

“Hi.” She whispered back as she gave him a small smile before she turned back towards her books. She expected him to turn around as well, but he didn’t. In fact, he just stared. He took in her beauty. Her Y/H/C hair, her smooth skin. She could feel his eyes practically burning a hole into the side of her head. She got skirmish in her seat and suddenly felt overheated. Her hand shot up and Mr. Donald answered.

“May I be excused, please?” She asked in a rushed voice. Mr. Donald nodded his head and with his permission, Y/N bolted out of the classroom and into the girls restroom. She stood in the mirror and stared at the person staring back at her. Her heart was beating unusually fast. What the hell was he doing to her?

Y/N had only known him for a few hours over twenty-four hours and her heart was already jumping in her chest just at the thought of him. This was so unusual to her. Her normally calm and quiet demeanor vaporized the minute he walked in. She took in a deep breath and released it before she walked out of the restroom and back to the classroom. She didn’t like the feeling of everyone staring at her as she walked back into the classroom, so she kept her head down as she walked to her seat.

As soon as Y/N was in her seat, Ben was already leaning over to whisper something to her.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Y-yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” Y/N nodded her head.

“Okay, m’just checking. You rushed out of here pretty quick.” He offered Y/N a small smile.

“Was just running away from my responsibilities.” Y/N joked and Ben let out a snort. His hand came up to cover his mouth as he laughed, which caused Y/N to laugh as well. Mr. Donald turned away from the board to glare at the pair.

“If it’s something so humorous that you find it appropriate to laugh while I teach, then you won’t mind sharing it with the class.” The two shook their heads no and Mr. Donald got looked angrier than before.

“Then the two of you won’t mind sticking around for detention.” Y/N’s eyes met Ben’s as their laughter subsided. Ben waited until Mr. Donald had turned around again before he leaned in towards Y/N.

“Can I run from responsibilities with you.” Y/N’s hand flew to her mouth to cover her laughter.

By lunch, Ben had made Y/N laugh so hard, her stomach hurt. Feeling happier than usual, Y/N sat at her usual table alone with her tray of food. Ben had walked off and Y/N expected he had gone to sit with the group of people he had been with the previous day. So imagine the shock on Y/N’s face when Ben took the seat across from her at the table.

“Oh, I thought you were going to sit with them again.”

“Nah. You’re more fun.”

“Oh yeah, I’m absolutely thrilling. Don’t you see the long line of people just dying to hang out with me because I happen to be the epitome of fun?” Y/N joked.

“I’m just glad I got to cut the line.” Ben commented as he reached for a fry.

“Hey! Hands off my damn food.” Y/N said as she set her book down and squinted her eyes at him. Conversation flowed simply like that between them. Ben noticed Y/N opening up to him. She smiled more than she did the previous day, and she was a little more talkative too.

“Do you watch Marvel movies?” Ben asked casually.

“Like you wouldn’t believe. I keep hearing that the new Spider-Man movie was announced, but I don’t really keep up with social media or any of that, so I don’t know who it is. I mean I have social media accounts, but I don’t really go on them. Do you know the new Spider-Man is?” Y/N asked.

“Nope. M’not big on social media either.” Ben commented.

Oh, the irony.

And they continued on, asking each other questions to get to know one another better. Everything was smooth until Y/N asked a question that had been bothering her since the day before.

“Okay so I was wondering, how did you get into the school without taking the test? I know you’ve probably been asked already, but I’m curious.” Ben sighed.

“It’s… a little complicated.”

“Try me.” Y/N said simply. Ben looked at her wearily.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Okay, I’ll cut you a deal. I’ll tell you everything you want to know, later today at your place, only if you give me the rest of the fries.

“That complicated, huh? Well, my curiosity costs me once again.” Y/N sighed in an exaggerated manner as she pushed the fries towards him.

“Aw, sweet. I was gonna tell you anyway, but I guess the fries are a bonus.” Ben winked.

“You little…” Y/N’s jaw dropped.

Y/N held the image up to Ben. “Look, it’s you.” Y/N chuckled. Ben shook his head with a small smile before he put his head back in his arms. When detention finally ended, they walked out of the school and over to Y/N’s home full of chatter. 

“Hey mom, I’m home.” Y/N called as she removed her jacket.

“Woah.” Was all he said.

“A little over the top, I know.” Y/N answered as she walked towards the kitchen, Ben following closely behind.

“Mom, this is Ben. The shadowing student I told you about. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Ben.”

“Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“You look oddly familiar, have we ever met before, Ben?” Y/N’s mom asked.

“No, I don’t think so…” Ben answered nervously.

“Okay well, we’ll be up in my room studying.” Y/N cut in.

“Leave the door open.” Y/N’s mom called after them. Y/N rolled her eyes.

Y/N set her book bag by her desk only to realize she’d need another chair. “Hold on, I’ll be back.” Y/N walked to her mother’s room and grabbed the rolling chair. She dragged it into her room and set it by her desk.

“Okay.” Y/N sighed as she took a seat on one of the chairs and hoisted her legs up on the desk. “So, before I start catching you up on the lovely subject of AP Microeconomics, you have to answer my question from earlier today.

“Shoot.” He answered as he took a seat in the rolly chair she’d brought for him.

“How’d you get into the school?”

“Oh, that’s a really really long story, but you have to promise me you won’t scream, or freak out or anything like that.”

“Uh, sure. Okay.”

He looked weary at first, but then gave in, and spilled all. “…so, that’s about it.”

“I have so so many questions for you. So… you’re really Tom Holland?” Y/N asked in shock. She felt stupid for having not put the pieces together. There was a reason why he looked so familiar. Tom laughed before nodding his head.

“Yep, that’s me.” He dropped the American accent, and out came his British one. Y/N damn near melted in her seat. There was no way he couldn’t get anymore attractive.

“And Marvel Studios, sent you to my school, so you could prepare yourself for the role of Peter Parker?” Y/N whisper shouted.

“Yeah. You’re not gonna… you know, freak out are you?” Tom asked.

“I mean, I feel like I’m going to explode. Is that why you asked me today at lunch if I knew who the new Spidey was?”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Okay okay, one last question. So how old are you really…”


“I’m freaking the hell out right now. I’m really sorry, I must be really annoying to you. Asking all these questions and stuff.”

“No, I actually find it kinda cute.” Tom answered. Y/N blushed a deep red.

“Tomorrow’s my last day, though.”

“At the school?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah.” Tom said in a disappointed voice.

“Oh.” Y/N said with equal disappointment. She was just beginning to get comfortable with him too.

“Okay, all right. I don’t want to leave here all sad.” Tom said as he stood up. “I have no idea what New York is like. Mind showing me around?”

“Anything to avoid that book.” Y/N pointed at the textbook as she stood up. They ran down the stairs.

“Hey, we’re all done studying. He’s new to town, so I’m gonna show him around. Goodbye, mother.” Y/N rushed out as she quickly pulled Tom behind her and out of the house.

“Won’t she get upset?”

“Yeah, but she trusts me.”

A/N: One final part and then it’s over :’( Also, I sincerely apologize for how long this took to write. I was fresh out of ideas and then one just miraculously came and that turned into multiple and then I was finally able to write the whole part plus figure out how to end the last part.

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You Drive Me Crazy

Y/N and Harry both appear on Lip Sync Battle and Y/N drives Harry a little crazy, but in a good way.

“You look insane,” Janice, Y/N’s stylist laughed. 

Y/N stepped back, looking at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh, Harry heard it from outside the dressing room and stopped. The laugh was one of those that made someone else want to laugh, it wasn’t the most beautiful to everyone, but to him it made him smile and his heart flutter slightly. He couldn’t help but stop walking in the hall and listen to it. 

“Who else is here?” He asked Jeff, looking at the closed door. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, she’s an actress,” he answered, “come on you’ll meet her later we need to get you dressed.”

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was pulled up into two pig tails, fake pink glasses sitting on her face. A very light pink waitress uniform hugged her body along with some white sneakers. 

“Well this is what she wore in the music video!” Y/N giggled, turning with a smile on her face.

“She also wore a much better and hotter outfit,” Janice stated. 

“Yeah but this one is funnier, sure to get me the win,” Y/N stated, “now lets go.”

The music had been started and Harry couldn’t take his off of her. Britney Spears filled the room, but she made it. She was funny and cute, and he could tell how happy she was. 

You drive me crazy,” she mouthed the words, pointing right at Harry causing the crowd to cheer. 

She pranced over, dancing along with the other dancers. He couldn’t help but laugh at how care free she was. He had been nervous all night, he knew he was supposed to look stupid but he found it nerve racking, yet here she was doing it and having fun.

She grabs Harry by the tie gently pulling him up, he follows as the crowd cheers, she pulls him down to her level, her face inches away from his, “baby thinking of you keeps me up all night,” she sings softly along with the song just as it ends.

He leans closer but she turns, smiling at the crowd, “yes girl!” Chrissy yells out, “yes!”

“I let you win,” Harry says, wiping his forehead as he followed her down the hall. 

She turns, a smile on her face and she has her back to the door, one hand behind her as it touches the doorknob, “didn’t peg you for a sore loser Mr. Styles,” she teased. 

“You only won because you kept pulling me out on stage,” Harry says, “and that little outfit.”

“It is a bit ridiculous,” she says, her cheeks heating up and a pink shade appearing. 

“You’re cute-I mean the outfit on you,” Harry rambled, “’s cute,” he concludes. 

She giggled, looking down at her feet, “well thank you,” she says. 

“Well since you won maybe we can go out and celebrate?” Harry asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

She looks up, her eyes wide slightly, “you want to take me out?”

“Well you do believe I’m a sore loser and I need to change your opinion of me,” Harry says. 

“Hmm,” she presses her lips in a line, pretending to think, “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know, some food, maybe some wine, we go back to my place,” he says, “and have a rematch where I win.”

“So this isn’t a date? It’s a rematch?” she jokes. 

“Of course Y/N,” Harry plays along, “I need to win first it’s all part of my plan.”

“And what’s that plan?” she asked, a smile on her face. 

“For you to date a winner,” Harry stated, “duh.”

“Okay,”” Y/N agrees, turning the handle and stepping back, “I’ll go out tonight. But you’ll still lose later.”

“I will not,” Harry shakes his head, “and if I do it’s because I let you win.”

She laughs again, causing Harry to smile, “whatever helps you sleep at night Styles.”


I love Raphael.  God.

You know why?  Cus despite the lack of patience and the harshness and the sometimes-sketch intentions, there’s this …

purity to him.  

It’s embedded deep, deep down into his very core.

It’s in the way he fights for his people.  In the way he takes it solely upon himself to provide for them and keep them safe.

It’s in the way he still feels bitterness over having lost his mamá.

It’s in the way he was too ashamed to ask Magnus to help him track Camille, even after Mags has long since acknowledged her abuse and moved on.

It’s in the way he FIERCELY insists to Simon that he and his own are the fledglings family, even after Simon had betrayed him.

It’s in the way he went to Simon’s mother and assuaged her fears, so that Simon could have some peace of mind, as well, without mocking Simon for his worries.

It’s in the way he has listened enough to Simon’s ramblings to know he had a band and the details of it.

It’s in the way he tried to give a lost boy purpose by making up a high post for him out of thin air.

It’s in the way he hasn’t quite given up on himself, either, and wants his own life to have meaning and worth, so he reaches and waits decades to seize his ambitions.

It’s in in the way the cogs in his head are always turning, always planning, always paying attention.

It’s in the way his face fell in sorrow when he heard of the slaying of mundanes and children.

It’s in the way that even after having a clan of his own, with followers and allies all around the city, when he was tortured and burned and walking around blindly nearly unconscious in pain, his mind drew a complete blank as to where to go.

And then he thought ‘Magnus’.

It’s in the way he didn’t even call or text beforehand.  Just a polite, humble knock on the door and an apologetic mumble through charred lips.

It’s in the way that even when a lowly, annoying, newborn fledgling starts to ramble, Raphael may grumble about it but his eyes narrow intensely and he listens on completely invested in whatever he has to say.

It’s in the way he talks slowly, smoothly, almost drawls lazily sometimes, but every word that comes out of his mouth has purpose.  And every word inspires people to follow him and to abandon pointless decadence, to become more responsible, to become better.

It’s in the smirk on his face.  It’s in the way he carries himself with the weight of  a fifties mafioso.  It’s in the way he gels his hair.  It’s in the way he enjoys his suits simple and classically elegant.  It’s in the way his pompous front comes not from his clothes, but from his strut and squared shoulders.

It’s in his responsibility and self-discipline.  It’s in his loyalty.  It’s in his piety.  It’s in his devotion. 

No one on earth - Shadow World or Mundane - so much as deserves the honor of saving Raphael Santiago, apart from Raphael Santiago, himself.

Baby Liam| Scott McCall x Reader x Liam Dunbar


Part 4| Series

You felt something falling onto your eye making you jolt awake before realizing it was Scott’s drool. You squinted your eyes, slapping him slightly in his cheek, laughing knowing he can’t do anything about it right now. You were debating if you should get up to get a marker to draw on his face, instantly remembering Liam. The memories of him and you prancing Scott together making you remember of reality.

You jolt forward, making Scott’s resting figure fall against the couch, the impact making him wake up from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes before looking around, only to find you with Liam, a smile on your face as you carried him around pretending that his body was an airplane, the sound effects coming from you and inevitable giggles from Liam. He smiled lazily, but proudly, at his “family”.

His laugh caught your attention, you looked over to him smiling brightly. “He keeps calling me mama.” You boasted. He rolled his eyes, “Well seeing as he was a mama’s boy before this with you, I wouldn’t be surprised to him being so attached to you.” He noted, “A little too attached…” He mumbled, making it your turn to roll your eyes at him. “As much as I love baby Liam, we have to get him back to normal.” You sighed pinching his adorable cheeks.


Scott, Stiles, and you were hunched over reading articles, books, links, on mythology of werewolves, supernatural, and turning them into babies. You groan, making Liam look at you, his head tilting in a confused manner, like a puppy. The action being to adorable for you to be quiet, making you let out “awe’s” and rushing to him to hug him. He tried imitating the sound, only for him to fall short and release yelling sounds. “Maybe you and Scott should go and speak to Deaton. If there’s any way, he’ll know how to be able to help.” Stiles suggested making you look at him scared at what he’s suggesting.

“And whom do you think will take care of Liam?” You sarcastically asked. He smiled evil like, a cheshire smile forming on his lips. “I think it’s time my nephew and I spend some good ol’ quality time together.”


“That’s definitely not something you come across regularly.” Deaton frowned, “I mean we have seen it, but never to an extend of a baby.” He thought out loud. “Well…have you heard anything like this before?” Scott questioned hoping he’ll know how to turn his beta back. Deaton frowned stayed for a couple of seconds, his mind going over his memories because he knew there was something. It was almost as if it was in front of him. He looked up, noticing movement, Y/N standing there, deep in her thoughts, her hands tapping against the table underneath her. He eyes following her fingers to where a bottle payed next to her. Birth control for werewolves. It was in front of him!

Deaton let out a yelp, smiling at scaring the wolves inside his room. “Y/N do you remember the birth control I made especially for werewolves?” Deaton asked grabbing the bottles. You nodded, “uh..yeah…we don’t really need a refill. I mean, we’re kind of busy with the whole Liam turning into a bay that we haven’t gotten the chance t-” You rambled on, not seeming to be able to stop the horrid words from coming out of your mouth. Deaton cut you off, “No, that’s not what I brought it up. But thanks.” He joked smirking at a red Scott. “Do you remember the side effect?” He brought up again to Y/N.

You shook your head, to which Deaton nodded. “Well in some cases, it has affected the man and turned them into babies. Mythology going back to tying with karma of not letting nature take its course, but it’s rare, mostly thought to be myth.” He informed them, “Have you recently lost any pills?” He asked you. You nodded your head explaining you were missing two a while back, the exact day Liam turned.

All of you smiled before researching the myths and the cure. Deaton found out that they needed certain herbs, to which he promise he’ll get, but needed time.

Scott and you made your way back home to find Stiles crawled in a fetal position, rocking back and fourth. Once hearing your arrival, he sprinted to you, hugging and kissing your head. You were surprised by his actions, growing worried. Scott growled behind you, usually not getting jealous over his best friends, Stiles, but due to the lack of intimacy, he was very protective and possessive over you. Stiles rolled his eyes, his sarcastic ways over powering his dramatic act. “What’s wrong?” Scott huffed out. “The kid…he’s no baby, he’s evil.” He whispered scared of being heard from Liam. You looked around hearing giggling, eventually your eyes landing on Liam, a pair of underwear on his head, his hands clapping while he giggled. Your heart melted, while Stiles whispered, “Pure evil.”

anonymous asked:

Hi hi!! Can I get Jason Todd x reader ?? Like he meets them at a book store or something like that.,, pls and ty :)

Hi, just as you requested! Thank you for sending your request in and hope you enjoy! It might be short but nevertheless, I really do hope you enjoy this! 

Jason grumbles under his breath as he waits in line. Out of the things he could have done, he still can’t believe he is doing this. The things he does for Timbers, Jason mutters a curse under his breath, ignoring the appalled look the mother in front of him is giving him. 

The line is moving slowly and Jason is starting to get bored. He wants to leave, to go back to safety and the comfort his bedroom has to offer but he had already promised Tim that he will get the book for him. He would not have done this if his younger brother had not been extremely sick. 

Jason is minding his own business, playing a game on his phone when suddenly someone is pushed against him, causing him to lose which disrupted his winning streak. He almost swears but turns around instead to scold the perpetrator only to hold his tongue back. 

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to, I was pushed,” You ramble off, feeling extremely embarrassed as well as mortified about what had just happened. You too had been minding your own business - counting the number of people left in front of you until you can get a hand on the copy of the latest boom by your favourite author - when someone became rather impatient and started pushing people forward. “I am so, so sorry!” Your cheeks are red with embarrassment and it also did not help the fact that the man you had just bumped in to has the handsomest face you have ever seen! 

On any other girls, he would have find this attitude very annoying but somehow, on you, Jason thinks it’s very cute. He shakes his head. “It’s alright - just an accident.” He rakes his brain, trying to find a topic so that he can keep talking to you. 

Though thankfully, he did not have to because one, the line started moving which cause the two of you to move accordingly and secondly, you started the conversation yourself. 

“I have been waiting for this release ever since they said they were going to release it! I honestly cannot wait to get my hands on a copy and then get a cuppa and sit and read.” You tell the man in front of you excitedly. The two of you are drawing nearer to the counter and you could almost feel just how close you are in getting that book!

Jason chuckles at your excitement. “I can’t say I relate to that.” He offers and when you tilt your head to the side (he finds this adorable too and Jason thinks he should probably stop because he just needs to!), he continues talking. “I am only getting this for my younger brother. Huge fan, I must say. He is currently on bed-rest.” Jason does not even know why he is telling any of this to you but he is. 

You smile, endeared by the thought that the man is doing his brother a favour. Then it was his turn to buy the book and in your excitement, you immediately forgot about the conversation. Getting your own book and having it signed by your favourite author was enough to make your day! 

Only when you stepped outside of the bookstore that you realize that you might have blown a chance to get to know the man earlier. There was just something about him that made him very attractive. You sigh at your lost chance and is about to walk towards the subway station when a hand on your shoulder stops you. 

You jump a little before turning to look at… the man from earlier! He is looking at you with an amused expression and you blush slightly. 

“Are you always this jumpy?”

“Only when you’re around.” You blurt out before gasping, eyes wide with what you have just said. “Oh my God, I am so, so sorry! I don’t know what came over me - I normally don’t go around insulting people I don’t know - I am so sorry!”

Jason chuckles. “Well you can make it up to me by coming alone to this cafe I saw on the way here.”

You open your mouth and promptly close it shut as you stare at the man in front of you. “What?” You ask dumbly. 

Jason grins at you. “My name is Jason and I’m asking you out for a coffee date.”

You blush at the invitation. “I’m Y/N… and yes, of course.” You accept his invitation because this is the first time you have ever felt any attraction to a man. “But what about your brother’s book?” You gasp. 

Jason shakes his head. “Timbers won’t mind waiting an hour or two. He still needs rest after all.” Jason explains, the last time he texted Alfred, the old man had told him that Tim only just went to sleep. So he has a few hours to spare before he needs to go back to the manor. “So shall we go, Y/N?”

You smile at him and nod your head. “Lead the way then.”

Morgan Rielly - Part One

This is the start of my new story featuring Mo Rielly. I’m super excited about this story because it reminds me a lot of my Matthews one. I’ll still be doing single post stories between posting this story so please keep sending in requests!

Originally posted by vanzish

    “Welcome to the team,” Steve grins down at me and my stomach flutters nervously as I give him a small smile back and a nod.

    “Thank you,” I murmur, adjusting my grip on my carry on.

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Characters: Erik Lehnsherr x Reader

Song: Imagination – Shawn Mendes

Words: 700+

Originally posted by farishkam

You walk on by my house I wanna call out your name. I wanna tell you how beautiful you are from where I’m standing. You got me thinking what we could be ‘cause… I keep craving, craving, you don’t know it but it’s true can’t get my mouth to say the words they wanna say to you.

In my dreams, you’re with me. We’ll be everything I want us to be and from there - who knows?

Erik looked at you from his window; you were smiling while playing with the kids. Erik looked down and shook his head, he kept on telling himself that you were too good for him and that he would never have a chance to tell you how much he loves you. 

Erik fell for you right when he laid eyes on you for the first time, he clearly remembers that day when Charles brought you back to the mansion and he caught a glimpse of you, how your hair swished when you walked and how your eyes shine when you talked about what you loved.

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This is my entry for @dancingalone21‘s AU Funny Quote Challenge.  My quote was  “You seem troubled. Course that’s a primary aspect of your personality so I sometimes ignore it.” - Cas

Summary: Your senior year of high school isn’t turning out as epic as you hoped it would.

warnings: Cas fluff, HS AU, slight teenage angst at the beginning

word count: ~1650

Originally posted by destieltime

You sat on your front porch, cradling your chin in your hands and staring blankly at the street in front of you.  Here you were, senior in high school, finally the “top dog” at school instead of just some dorky underclassmen.

Wasn’t senior year supposed to feel…better than this?

You didn’t feel any different than before.  In fact, you felt a little more like a loser, mainly because you hadn’t all of a sudden become super cool, like you hoped would happen.

Sure, you had your friends, your family, a few college acceptances that were ready to go.  But you weren’t quite…

There were no words – you must just be in a funk.

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So my friends and I were discussing relationship stuff (another one of my friends got engaged recently!) and ofc my single status was brought up since I’m the only one out of the crew without a current datemate

And my friends started teasing me about how that’s probably because of how dense I am and how I wouldn’t know someone has their sights set on me even if they were to go down on one knee and propose to me there and then

and ofc I was like “ok yeah very funny” buT THEN ONE OF MY FRIENDS GOES LIKE “dude I literally tried to date you for two years straight and you never took the hint“ and I’m like ??????????????????????????? 

So long story short it turns out one of my best friends was desperately in love with me during my Uni years and I’m basically a terrible heartbreaking MF bc I kept turning her down without even knowing I was turning her down…. wheezes…….

THE ELLEN SHOW: The Final Chapter

A/U: So I just want to say thank you to everyone who’s read this monster. You’ve all been so nice and kind over the past 4-5 months and I cannot tell you how nice it’s been having you get excited or upset about what I’ve written. Having someone telling you how invested they are into something you’ve created is an amazing feeling. I’m bittersweet seeing this coming to an end because I only hope I can make something like this again and have you all support it as much as this. But until that day comes I will give one last thank you and say I love you. 

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“Welcome back.” A guy with a headset said to me as I was waiting behind the set. He must have recognized me but I didn’t recognize him.

“Oh thank you for having me.” I smiled before pushing my hair back behind my ear shyly. He then processed to quickly give me a run down but we had both done this so many times now it wasn’t really needed anymore.

I heard my name a few seconds after the guy waved for me to start walking. A few moments later Ed Sheeran’s Galway Girl came over the set and I smiled brightly as I came around the corner. Waving to the audience I walked across the flooring before looking up and seeing Ellen standing up waiting for me.

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Reggie x Reader- request - Okay Reginald

Reggie x Reader 

Word Count: 2,130


anonymous asked: Can i ask for a reggie x reader where reggie tries to ask her out but she plays hard to get? thanks :)

A/N: I hope this is what you were looking for in your request. Thanks for reading, this was fun to write.

Taglist: @sgarrett49

Your year had started out a little different than the last. With the arrival of Veronica Lodge, and her friendship - you soon found a new confidence in yourself. And while you may have had a little bit different interests than the typical girl in Riverdale, there seemed to be a new glow around you.

Within the last few days in english class, you began to feel someone’s eyes on you. And with the pop of your head you would turn around and see no one staring. You shrugged it off while going back to the paper in front of you. However, you swear you could hear the faintest sigh that day.

After class you headed to your locker. You glanced at the inside of it, pictures of your favorite things staring back at you. Some pictures of some poets as well as a small flyer for Star Wars: A New Hope at the drive in, some pictures of friends - Veronica included, as well as mixture print outs of your favorite comics. As far as a small town like Riverdale was concerned - your tastes were a little out of the realm for a typical 16 year old girl.

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Bam Bam’s Twin Sister Part 11!

                                                                                                                                  “Hey, hey… no cucumbers,” Youngjae says as he hovers over Jaebum and Jinyoung as they diligently fix our sub sandwiches for lunch later.

Jaebum glances up at Youngjae, his stare flat. “Youngjae, do you not trust your Hyung?”

Youngjae laughs a little nervously. “What…? Yes… I trust you…”

“Okay then,” Jaebum nods, turning his attention back to the subs.

“The one I don’t trust is Jinyoung Hyung,” Yugyeom leans over to whisper to me, but it’s not quiet.

“I heard that,” Jinyoung sends Yugyeom a glare, but the Maknae simply smiles.

I can’t help but smile as well. Jinyoung and Yugyeom have the type of relationship where they tease each other to show their affection.

“This suit is rubbing me wrong,” Jackson mumbles, walking into the kitchen wearing a surfing suit.

“Well it’s crooked,” Mark laughs from behind him.

“Awh man!” Jackson groans, turning around and running off to go fix it.

“He’s serious about surfing, isn’t he?” Bam asks in amusement.

Mark nods as Jinyoung speaks, “it’ll be entertaining watching him fall.”

“Do any of you know how to surf?” I ask curiously. “And no, you don’t,” I throw my hand over Bam’s mouth when he starts to open it.

“I’m better than I was!” He mutters.

“I do,” both Jaebum and Mark say.

“I can do it better than Bam,” Yugyeom grins cheekily.

“Jinyoung Hyung and I don’t surf,” Youngjae shrugs.

“Jackson would be okay at if he just didn’t overthink it,” Jaebum muses as the subs get finished.

“That’s true,” Mark nods in agreement.

“Okay!” Jackson runs back in the kitchen. “Better?” He turns around.

“Yep,” Mark nods, giving him a thumbs up.

“Y/N,” Jackson gasps dramatically. “I saw that! Are you checking out my butt?”

I snort in laughter as he comes closer to me and turns around.

“It’s okay, you can look at it,” he says and when he wiggles it, I start to wheeze.

“That’s a very nice bum, Jacks,” I manage to tell him over a laugh.

“Y/N, are you still wanting to learn how to surf?” Jaebum asks me.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’d like to try, anyways.”

“I’ll teach you,” he smiled and I feel my cheeks growing warm.

“Okay,” Mama Tuan walks in, a beach bag over her shoulder. “Everyone ready?”


“Let’s get those subs into the cooler with the snacks and drinks and then we can be on our way,” Papa Tuan announces.

A few minutes later, were in the van to begin our hour and half ride to a private beach

As soon as we get to the beach, Yugyeom and Bam run straight for the water. Jaebum is right behind them as he dives right in.

“Yah!” Jinyoung yells to them. “Get back here and help carry some stuff!”

But his demand falls on deaf ears as Youngjae joins the water, and Jaebum begins to dunk the younger ones as he laughs hysterically.

“Here, I tell Jinyoung, taking a bag that has a few towels, sunblock and inflatable floaters in it.

Yugyeom runs up suddenly and grabs one of the pool noodles before running back to the water. Youngjae screams tell me that he’s probably the one being hit by the noodle.

"Children,” Jackson scolds, a surfboard under one arm and a bag in the other.

Mark grabs a surfboard off the top of the van and takes the cooler for his dad. “Look at us, the responsible ones.”

As soon as the beach towels were placed down and the umbrellas are up, Jackson took off with a surfboard.

I made my way to the water, happy to find out that it felt amazing. It wasn’t ice cool, but it was cool enough for a warm summer day.

“Hey Pebs,” Bam speaks when I get to where they are. “The water feels good, huh?”

“Yeah,” I nod. “It’s feels so nice.”

Bam Bam smirks, and I can tell he’s up to something. “I guess you could say… It’s… Just Right.”

Suddenly, Jaebum starts singing his part from the song loudly, and Yugyeom and Youngjae soon follow in. They’re laughing more than they’re singing, and I can’t help but laugh with them.

“That’s probably my favorite video of you guys,” I tell them honestly. “You’re all just so cute in it!”

“That was a fun video to make,” Jinyoung smiled as he waddled towards us with Mark.

“He says that because that’s the only time he can say that he’s picked up a girl,” Jaebum teases.

Jinyoung pouts, splashing Jaebum with water as the rest of us laugh.

“Look,” Mark motions his head to where Jackson was. He was about 4 yards away and sitting on a surfboard.

“You can do it, Jacks!” I tell him with a smile.

He glanced over and smiles brightly, giving me a thumbs up.

Yugyeom snickers, “it’s gonna be a wipe out.”

We watch Jackson for half an hour as he tries and tries to ride a wave. A few times, he’s able to keep his balance and enter the wave before he falls. Eventually he gives up, and the inflatables start to come out… And the water guns that the boys go crazy over.

Bam Bam is by far the most annoying one with his water gun as he shoots and squirts mercilessly.

“Bam!” I huff as he squirts me right in the face. I’m one of the only ones not playing and yet I’m the one Bam continues to get!

I search around, trying to find a safe place out of the line of fire when I see Mark and Jackson resting on some floaters. I make it over to them and begin to climb into Mark’s since it’s the biggest.

“Yugyeom, I already told you to stop trying to use this for-” Mark stops when he sees it’s me. “Oh, Little One,” he grins and helps me up.

“Thanks,” I smile back. “Bam is being annoying.”

“When is he not?” Jackson asks, and it’s then I notice what his floater is.

“Why is your floater the poop emoji?” I ask with a snicker.

“Because, Y/N,” Jackson tells me, his voice serious. “I’m the shit.”

It’s been an hour and a half since we’ve had our lunch and rested our bellies. Now the boys and I are back in the water and I wonder how I got myself into this situation. I’m sitting on a surfboard, the cool water tickling the back of my legs as the board rocks to the gentle waves. Standing waist-deep in the water on one side of me is Jaebum… On the other side, is Mark. Both of them have agreed to teach me how to surf.

My head is in such a frenzy, I’m not sure if I’m understanding anything they’re telling me. There’s Jaebum, who I’ve been crushing on for the better part of two years and then there’s Mark, who I’ve known for years but has been making my stomach turn flips and my heart race. Maybe I’m getting a crush on Mark? But why now? And Jaebum is still definitely cute…

“Little One?” Mark’s voice catches my attention and I glance over at him. “You didn’t hear anything we just said, did you?” He laughs brightly.

My cheeks burn as I slowly shake my head. “Ah…No, sorry,” I laugh.

Jaebum laughs as well, “we were kinda rambling on. Maybe you should come with one of us and we can kinda show you.”

My eyes widen slightly… Go with one of them? As in surf with one of them?!

“Yeah,” Mark nods. “Watcha say, Little One? Want one of us to show you how it’s done?”

I glance at Mark, who is smiling so brightly at me that I can feel myself levitating towards him just to see if I get some of that warmth. My gaze turns to Jaebum, who has this secret look in his eyes that I can’t quite place, but he’s smiling nonetheless. Am I suppose to choose one of them…?

“I…” I close my mouth and swallow.

Suddenly, there’s a low rumble over our heads and we all glance up just as a few raindrops fall down.

“Ah!” Youngjae yells a little ways away.

“Rain!” Bam Bam laughs as they start to run to the shore.

“Come on you guys!” That’s Papa Tuan’s voice. “It looks like the clouds have decided to rain on our parade.”

“Ah, sorry Y/N,” Jaebum tells me. “Looks like we’ll have to teach you another time.”

“Yeah,” Mark agrees.

“It’s okay,” I tell them as I climb off the surfboard. As we make our way back to the shore where everyone is hurriedly packing our things since the rain has started coming down a little harder, I can’t help but let out a small sigh of relief. 

We make it to the shore, quickly grabbing towels and huddling in them as we rush to the van. “Here,” Mark takes out his shirt he had on earlier from a bag and hands it to me. “It’s dry…”

“Thanks…” I try not to squeak as I fumble with it before putting it on.

Soon we’re all pilled into the van and Papa Tuan is driving us back. It’s mostly quiet, since everyone is pretty tired from the long day of playing. I smile softly as I realize I can smell the faint scent of Mark’s cologne from the shirt I’m wearing of his. My eyes glance up to the back of his head as he sits in front of us, talking to Jinyoung. With a tired sigh, I rest my head on Bam’s shoulder as he connects his head phones to his phone. He hands me an earbud as he rests his head against mine. He may be an annoying pest sometimes, but he’s still a good brother. My eyes start to drift close to the gentle music Bam’s phone play and before I know it, I’m drifting off to sleep.

Next part- the group texts are baaaack 

[Part ten] // [Part Twelve]