Child goes on adventure because he feels like it
Adventure of Link:
Child gets roped into another adventure because the girl from the first one won't wake up
Link to the Past:
Pig is the opposite of a furry and pretends to be human to conquer the world. New boy's uncle dies. He isn't having it.
Ocarina of Time:
Shows how Pig fell from attractive desert man to a furry. Also time travel.
Someone at Nintendo has issues. Also time travel.
Boy falls asleep and dreams of protecting his beach waifu.
Oracle of Seasons:
Boy gets a boner for a goddess incarnate and rescues her from an Iron Knuckle cosplayer
Oracle of Ages:
Same thing but the goddess is blue and the Iron Knuckle cosplayer is now a hot sorceress. Also time travel again.
Moana without dark skin or a female lead and also like 15 years before Moana.
Nintendo's fetishes get out of hand.
Four Swords Adventures:
This time there's FOUR BOYS. You did not have enough friends to play this game like it was meant to be played. Nobody did. Switch re-release pls.
The edgy one. If you were 13 at the time this was your favorite Zelda. You know exactly why. Introduced Edgy Waifu Supreme, who would hold that position for years to come.
Moana again but there's an asshole with you.
Choo choo. Girl dies.
It's the worst one. But it's still great. Also more time travel.
Link Between Worlds:
Link to the Past again but there's a shadow world where people are hotter and usually evil.
Boob Witch tears the timestream apart because of her boner. This time the time travels to you. A lot of people hated this /Japanese Made Action Game from Koei Tecmo/ for being too anime.
This time there's THREE BOYS. They ate the purple one for sustenance because Nintendo doesn't feed them anymore. Nobody liked this one. I lied this is the real worst one.
Breath of the Wild:
Religious dad fucks over the entire world. Amnesiac small boy catches things on fire.
Omg ??// those time travel fics are so good ??/ would you happen to have more recommendations?
Hi! I have gotten so many requests to update my list, but there are so many I’m just going to make a whole ’nother list! You can find my first list here!
Time Travel AU (Part 2)
Standard Deviationsby JustBeHappy, Teen, 82k Victor knew something was wrong when he woke up. Firstly, Yuuri wasn’t by his side in bed. Secondly, the wallpapers weren’t supposed to be blue. LOVE!
News Travels Fast by TheSecretUchiha, Gen, 1.3k In which time travel happened but there is no mention of time travel and Viktor and Yuuri like to surprise people, especially reporters. THIS IS SO GOOD
Turn Back the Clockby IronScript, Teen, 52k (WIP) When Yuuri and Viktor wake up over thirty years in the past, they don’t know what to do. Does the other remember? Luckily that particular question is quickly answered and they can relax slightly, but what about afterwards? Viktor was brought back to right before his first Olympics, and Yuuri isn’t even old enough to compete in Seniors’! Great fic!
The Switch by BoredPerson69, Teen, 5.3k The Switch was a true mystery to science. Nobody knew how or why it happened, it just did. Soulmate AU!
Maelstrom by feelslikefire, Explicit, 43k Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport–right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes. Time loop AU! One of my all-time favourite fics!
And I Will Try to Fix You by Dawn on ICE (Dawn_Blossom), Teen, 19k 16 year old Victor Nikiforov may be lonely, but he isn’t sure how getting thrust into the future to live with his older self and his older self’s fiancé is going to help anything. Oh, and the 16 year old version of his older self’s fiancé is there, too. Thumbs up!
of whispering lights and empty ice rinks by nauti, Gen, 12k One would think that everything would calm down after Yuuri won the Onsen on Ice event. It was supposed to be his year; he was going to be training with his long time idol turned coach and he was back in Japan with his family. Everything was looking up for Katsuki Yuuri. That is, until a stranger that looks exactly like him, but older appears in the middle of the rink after a bright flash of light. SUCH a great fic!
counterclockwise by viktyuuri (Empress_Arisu), Teen, 4.9k (WIP) Life after retirement, Yuuri thinks, is quite a nice change of pace. Although, not so much when he finds himself thrust back into the past. In which married husbands Viktor and Yuuri somehow end up 5 years in the past without knowing how or why. I love Victor in this asjhdlsjflk
Future Self by fishydip, Gen, 5.2k Soulmates AU where one day, at random you wake up in your own body, except in the future after you have already met and fallen in love with your soulmate. you get a random amount of time to spend as your future self to learn more about them. Another great soulmate/time travel AU!
Stammi Vicinoby Mairieux, Teen, 2.5k Katsuki Yuuri, unable to sleep due to being wracked with nerves and anxiety, finally passes out in his hotel room the night before his first grand prix final. And when he wakes up? He has no idea why he’s suddenly sleeping so close to a mop of silver hair. So cute!
A Minute or a Year by I_have_problems, Teen, 8.7k (WIP) One minute Yuuri and Viktor are enjoying their offseason while planning their wedding the next both of them are thrown three years into the past and are left to find one another again. Angsty but worth it!!
Tiger Stripes and Smartphones by vivi1138, Teen, 24k In the glorious year 2004, the famous Victor Nikiforov owns a Nokia3510 and is very proud to be the only one at school who got rid of his monochrome mobile phone. So, where is his precious device when he wakes up in an unfamiliar room and finds an expensive smartphone filled with pictures of someone who looks exactly like him… but older? Rec’d by a follower!
I saw your comment on Facebook and I wanted to tell you this... I don't like your profile because you like Sakura and you don't like Hinata, she's sweet, besides, Hinata was the only one who helped Naruto to react when Obito said cruel words, she touched his face to help him, she gave a speech for Naruto, she isn't selfish, that nobody did.... neither Sakura or Sasuke! that's why Hinata is the best, ignorants!
Jesus… here we go.
I saw your comment on Facebook and I wanted to tell you this…
Why do you do it here and not on Facebook? What did you do to find me on Tumblr? Should I take better care of myself? I mean, did you just look for me for this? Really? You can not be serious. ._.
I don’t like your profile because you like Sakura and you don’t like Hinata, she’s sweet
You said it: YOUR.
It is my account, my profile, my choice, my consideration, my taste, my thinking. Not yours.
I do not care if you say that she is sweet, if for me it is not, it is not.
Hinata was the only one who helped Naruto to react when Obito said cruel words (that nobody did…. neither Sakura or Sasuke!)
I would not be so sure. Do you know who helped Naruto to react WITHOUT the need to touch his face or something else? Sasuke Uchiha.
And not only that, but Naruto made everyone know his true feelings. They felt his heart and knew his pain by not always reaching Sasuke.
Naruto also reminded his loved ones that died and that’s exactly what motivated Naruto to go fight with Sasuke. He did not want to miss an opportunity again.
And his words confirm what I said.
she isn’t selfish
Shikamaru was about to die, but he got up because he decided to help Naruto after feeling his heart. That motivated him and helped him not to want to die.
Everyone was glad when they saw that Shikamaru was better.
But, you know, Hinata does not care about anyone other than Naruto-kun. Please, we’re talking about one her comrades!
she gave a speech for Naruto
(that nobody did…. neither Sakura or Sasuke!)
Are you sure?
Surprise! Gaara and Sakura say hello.
she touched his face to help him (that nobody did…. neither Sakura or Sasuke!)
Where have I seen this before?
Oh, it’s true. :D
that’s why Hinata is the best, ignorants!
And that’s why I don’t like Hinata, so thanks, you just made me show the character’s lack of originality. :)
It’s funny that you always want to get Hinata where she does not belong. That does not work for me because the manga shows you totally the opposite. I’m sorry.
(I talked about the fourth ninja war, but when you want, I can show you more.)
There’s no doubt about it that Justin Foley is a jerkwad. I have to admit though, I really do feel for him, with all he’s been through. I want to hear his story. We get glimpses into his life with his mother and his home life… And it’s awful. In one of the last episodes before he leaves home again… The scene with Seth and his mother… It’s awful. Nobody deserves that. Even if he did what he did, even though he’s not the best guy around… He deserved better. They all did. Except Bryce.
Summary: One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; these marks are the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. What do you do when your soulmate is not the person that you have a relationship with?
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Angst, fuffly a
Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta, you are Amazing and a cute pie.
You were lost. A couple of days ago you had your life all figured out
and now you don’t know what to do. You barely left your bed these days; all you
did was cry and eat ice cream. You hated the feeling of uncertainty.
Your boss took pity of your situation and let you work from home for the
next couple of weeks. You were grateful because you still didn’t feel ready to
face the outside world. You quickly realized that work from home is
boring; you don’t have too much to do besides answering emails and revising
You used all this free time too clean your apartment; you threw
everything that belonged to your ex away and everything you felt that didn’t
belong to you anymore. You felt renewed, your placed started to look like yours
again and getting rid of his things made you see you are really better off
Part of you always knew that your relationship was better from the
outside than in the inside, you just wish you had realized that by yourself and
not because of the universe.
I’ve just realized it’s not ‘GENTELMAN’ but ‘GENTLEMAN’, like from the word ‘gentle’ and until now I thought the first one is right because here we are saying ‘dżentelmen’ but seemingly I was wrong all the way and when I think about it now it even makes more sense but still
What are your thoughts on teen wolf? especially writing wise? I have stopped watching regularly around 3b and I wasn't too convinced by what I've seen here on tumblr about the rest of the episodes, in particular 6x10...
i will always have a special place in my heart for the characters i love that the show gave me. i still blog about teen wolf, i write fic, and i enjoyed s1-3a. saying that, i don’t particular enjoy what the show became, or look back on the experience i had as a fan with much nostalgia (i think we were v much used and abused as a fandom online, for sure). i love my part of fandom, though.
short answer about the writing… it was terrible because
1) there was a complete lack of planning and follow through
2) we love this idea/actor/theme for 30 seconds but oops now we don’t
3) they completely misused their social media as a way to a) explain away/correct plot holes in their own writing and b) encourage viewers to watch a show they implied to be many things that it turned out to… not be any of
nonnie requested: Savitar!Barry x Reader: the reader is the
love of his life–his goddess–but is terminally ill and in a coma. He travels
through out time, killing and torturing whoever necessary to find the cure for
the reader. The cure is found and the reader lives. Angsty start with a fluffy
waking up reunion at the end.
A/N: So this request came in and I decided to
write it out, I still apologize for lack of writing. I will get there soon
guys. As seen above there are going to be major warnings in this as it’s going
to be a rather dark imagine in here as there is killing, torturing, blood, and
other topics in here. I’m warning you now before you decide to click read more
as some of those topics can be rather triggering that are present in the
imagine. Please don’t come into my inbox of saying that you were triggered as I
only show you one paragraph before doing the read more for the rest, I warned you
about it. I apologize for any medical related topics or how Savitar decided to torture/kill.
It is rather lengthy and there is some fluff towards the end! Laptop should be
will be up as soon after my mum adds the antivirus software on it tomorrow
since it needs to be fully charged, I’m so excited and I think imagines will be
up much faster. Ships are closed for the time being and as always requests are
open unless stated otherwise by me!
Relationship(s): Savitar! Barry/Reader
Savitar watched as you who laid so peacefully on the hospital
bed with the heart monitor beeping in the background, it made him upset that
the doctors were discussing about pulling out your plug. It was funny right
that the oh so powerful and mighty proclaimed god of speed had remorse over
another being. But to Savitar you weren’t just a person, you were his light to
his rather darkness or rather as he called you as his goddess. “Don’t worry yet
Y/N, my goddess for I will find a cure for this illness. I will have you back
in my life once more even if I will bring pain to others if it’s necessary.
Just you wait, I will even do that childhood wedding you talked about that you thought
was stupid. I will be back my sleeping beauty.” It was unlike him to speak so
softly as he pressed a kiss on your forehead before walking out the door. Savitar
glared at the doctor whom was flipping through his clipboard of your papers, “Don’t
you damn dare thinking of pulling that plug unless you wanna die as well Dr.
Nelson.” He says with a snarl on his face before zipping away to find whatever
the cure may be.
Some of y’all seem to have a problem with CGI Tarkin in the new Star Wars movie Rogue One but let’s get some things straight:
The man has been dead for at least 22 years, so there’s no way to bring him on screen, right? “Why not recast him? They did the same with Mon Mothma.”
They sure did and they sure did recast Tarkin before in Episode III, but nobody talks about this abomination for good reason.
The good news was it was only a cameo from a distance in the film.
It’s unfortunate though because Wayne Pygram is actually a really good actor. I just wish they did a better make-up job.
So that was an example of recast.
People argue that the CGI looks fake and looks better in movies like James Cameron’s Avatar but here’s the thing: it only looks good because the entire world was CGI and contact with actual reality was kept to a minimum. The scene where Sigourney Weaver’s human character is carried by the Navi through the forest actually looks pretty fake.
The entire time, “Tarkin” had to be in contact with real cast members beside him so of course there’s an uncanny valley effect. Have you looked at the job they did though?
Original for comparison:
Certainly better than what happened in Episode III. Besides, the uncanny valley would probably work in his favor since he IS a villain. They’re supposed to be unsettling.
Guy Henry and the people at ILM (Industrial Light and Magic) worked hard and did a damn good job AND they brought Peter Cushing back from the dead. Appreciate the skill, enjoy the damn popcorn, and enjoy the damn movie because Rogue One is a damn good movie.
You rolled your eyes. You understood that the Doctor couldn’t help getting distracted this way, but you couldn’t imagine what would happen in an emergency.
Only his shoes stuck out from under the console- he had, somehow, with his skinny little stick-body, wormed his way all the way into the tiny maintenance hatch. Nine never would have been able to do that, you thought, feeling a twinge of nostalgia for the Doctor’s previous incarnation. If the Doctor had taught you anything, it had been that the looks did not make the man, but you could help but miss those broad shoulders and strong, workman’s hands. Not that Ten wasn’t wonderful in his own way. You didn’t think it was fair that he got to be naturally skinny like that, but there was no point in whining about it, was there?
This time, he didn’t even bother responding, although you felt like you still deserved points because his foot did twitch. You smirked. Another thing you had learned, more from the TARDIS than the Doctor, was that a little mischief could go a long way if you wanted the Doctor to learn something. He was probably the only person you knew who needed a joke as lesson reinforcement, but if it worked for him, who were you to question it? What worked, worked, and you would use what you had to. Huh. You should write a book. ‘How to Train Your 900-and-Something-Year-Old Time Lord’ would be a big hit.
“Doctor, I’ve just finished dancing naked on Raxacoricofallapatorius, so I’m gonna go take a slime bath now. If you get hungry, I mixed ground glass in the jam jar.” There. That ought to do it.
“Yeah… sure thing….” Or not.
Exasperation irritably buzzed against your brain. Well, if he was going to be like that, it was time to bring out the big guns.
“… I love you.”
You had done things in your life that you regretted. Less, since you came aboard the TARDIS, but still. You knew that feeling of suddenly wishing, beyond all things, that you could roll back the clock and change something you had said or done. Everybody did. It was nothing special. And no, for your information, it is not unreasonable to try to will an event out of existence by the power of your mind. Yes, it is ridiculous, and no, it will not work, but yes, everyone does it. As are you, in this moment, even as you wondered what possessed you to say something so dangerous.
You know what? your mind reasoned, This is no big deal. Perfectly excusable. Friends tell friends that they love each other all the time. Sure, you’ve never done it with the Doctor, but you’ve got to start sometime, right?
“Do you mean that?” the Doctor’s voice rang from inside the console, distorted and echoed.
Oh, of course, he hears that.
“Of course I do,” you said, and it was the truth. How he interpreted it was his business.
The Doctor, quick and agile, wriggled his way out of the console, coming out very rumpled with his tie thrown over his shoulder and his hair all fluffed out in that just-got-lucky manner that was going to drive you crazy now that you had noticed it.
You didn’t know if you were blushing, but it felt like you were, so you thought fast and said the most brilliant thing that your mind could come up with! “I think you lost a button in there.”
Smart. Very smart, that was. Bravo. In your defense, you were under a lot of- oh, whatever. It’s not my job to explain you to yourself. Figure it out on your own. We’re getting to the good part.
“What did you just say?” he asked, and you did not like the look in his eyes. That wide-eyed, unblinking, very, very brown stare that would drive you mad if you let it. And you had let it, you supposed. Falling in love with him had been the worst idea ever.
“I said you lost a button.”
The Doctor looked at himself and found that, despite what an idiot your were (that wasn’t what he was thinking, but I’m sure you know what I mean), you had spoken the truth: a button had popped off of his shirt.
“Oh, bother it, that’s-” the Doctor stilled, cutting himself off. “No!” he exclaimed, pointing at you (and if that didn’t make you flinch, well, then nothing did). “No distractions this time. You said you loved me.”
“Yes.” And another astounding bout of witty banter from your side. Point, match.
“Did you mean it?”
“Of course I meant it!” Shut up!
“Then why didn’t you say so before?!”
The Doctor surged forward faster than you could back away, and his lips crashed against yours.
Now, at this moment, I would like to give you a little privacy, seeing as it’s nobody else’s business that the Doctor kissed you until you were forced to break away for air, so let’s just say that he was rather… passionate about the exchange. As were you.
The Doctor laughed at you as you panted for air. He grinned, looking completely, utterly happy.
“You know,” he said, “we could have done that ages ago if you had just said. Did I mention I love you too?”
I am incredibly sorry for the delay. I’ve been so busy with my life recently (shocker) and I will also be busy my spring break next week so I don’t think I’ll have time to write the finale to WNCIL :( But this time I will keep you guys updated so I don’t disappoint. Enjoy.
Coming back from Mr.Jackson’s room, I hid the piece of paper, that could potentially ruin the relationships around me, under my set of clothes laid out for our gig tonight. It was folded small enough to not be seen underneath my green t-shirt, but as soon as I laid the shirt down on top of it, I heard the knob to the door start to turn. My head whipped around to find the boys and Y/N, her smile still sat on her face as she laughed at something Luke said. I straightened up and leaned my back against the table our stuff was set on, my hands clutching the white painted wood. I flicked my head at them, a signal of ‘what’s up’, and watched as the boys all started to grab their stuff and start getting ready to warm up a little before soundcheck.
“Let’s get ready buddy, soundcheck’s in about 2 hours!” Ashton yelled, throwing my some hairspray to make my hair look more appealing than it was right now. Since the meeting, my hands have just been running through it, the anxiousness hitting me hard.
Y/N came and stood by me, grabbing the bottle and a comb from behind me and smiled softly at me. She sprayed a little bit of hairspray on the comb and lightly fluffed it through my thick hair. She almost at to stand on her tip toes, but she was and has always been the perfect height for me. All the negative and anxious feelings that built up inside of me seemed to vanish when I looked into the light of her eyes. She was too busy focusing on my hair, when all I could do was smile. She noticed my focus, and blushed before pulling the comb away to look at her masterpiece.
Her hand reached up behind my neck at the baby hairs I had, and slightly tugged on them. The boys had now left the room to find their instruments, leaving the two of us together. My hands found their way to her waist, my fingers rubbing at the cotton shirt material.
“My handsome Calum…” My smile only grew bigger. Y/N had always been that way with me. She knew how insecure I could get sometimes with Ashton being the buff guy in the band, Michael being the bad boy looking type, and Luke being the fan favorite. There were days when I would just want to hide away from the world because no one ever cared for me. I felt overlooked and under appreciated, but Y/N helped bring that confidence back into myself, reminding me pretty much everyday of how handsome, built, and talented I was. I leaned in and captured her lips with my own and molded them. She instantly melted into me, bringing her other hand to drape over my neck and shoulder. Her chest lunged and pressed up against me, only deepening the very needed kiss. I felt her moan into my mouth, causing me to leave a trail of light kisses from her jaw line to the edge of her collarbone, something I know drives her crazy.
“Calum…” she whispered, “I’m s-sorry I finished the song w-without you…” This caused me to teethe at the skin of her neck, leaving red streaks.
As a second moan escaped her lips, we heard 3 big bangs on the door, followed by a shrieking girl voice.
“Calum! C’mon! The boys are already out here!” A loud, annoyed sigh came out of my mouth, as my forehead landed on Y/N’s shoulder. I could feel her body tense up beneath me, and her skin started getting warm. I rubbed my hand on her lower back to reassure her that there was nothing to worry about, but in reality, she had everything to worry about.
“It’s okay Cal…go get ready for soundcheck, I’ll be on the sides in a little bit.” I lifted my head, my eyes landing on her understanding smile.
“We’re not finished though.” I smirked, trying to lighten up the ruined mood. Y/N only chuckled at my stupidity, and nodded. I lightly kissed her forehead, and then sprung off the table heading for the door. As I turned the knob, I looked back one last time to see her with arms crossed, watching me.
“Don’t forget, I love you.” We both smiled widely, and she said I love you back.
I turned back towards the table, only to see that Calum’s clothes were still in the room, and now on the floor. I knelt down and carefully picked up his clothes, but suddenly a white piece of paper fell out under his shirt. I set the clothes on the table, a curious look laid upon my face, my eyebrows scrunching together.
It was slightly crumpled, and had tiny font, to the point where I had to bring the paper closer to my face than usual. I saw it was addressed to Calum, but the sentences that I saw in fragments nearly destroyed the butterflies he left in me only a minute ago.
“…solo career…break away from 5 Seconds of Summer…front singer of Hey Violet…great career move…” and so much more was written in this document. My hand fell over my mouth, shocked and disgusted that Calum had this paper basically signing his life away to Hey Violet, to Nia, from 5SOS…from me. I felt utterly sick reading the contract, reading all the perks he could have if he left his band, how much he would be paid, the places he’d travel, the ‘more’ opportunities he could have as a solo artist. But none of that would matter if he didn’t have Luke, Ashton, or Michael. I wasn’t mad so much at the fact that he’d be leaving me, but the fact that he’d be leaving the 3 main people who worked so hard along side him to have their dream of playing arenas for adoring fans a reality. He didn’t stick with them because he knew they could potentially become famous, but because he wanted to conquer the world with them by his side. But ever since Nia came along, she’s tried corrupting Calum, and trying to make him fall for the fame and money, like he promised never to do. And it was almost as if my biggest nightmare, had become a reality.
Soundcheck was just now finishing up, Hey Violet and the boys both emerging backstage since they were both out there. Everybody was all smiles and laughs talking about the funny fan questions, reactions, and signs that they saw from their adoring audience. However, I was sitting on the corner of the couch on my phone, my back pocket burning where the Calum’s contract was. The other 3 boys sat around me, nudging me to see what was wrong, but my eyes only laid on Calum who was laughing it up with Mr.Jackson and Nia, of course. His back was turned to me, as I felt tears start to form in my eyes.
“Wait…Y/N what’s wrong…” Luke whispered lightly in my ear, the other boys leaning in to listen. I shook my head, pulling out my phone and clicking on the picture of the contract I took, showing it to all of them. They’re not only his best friends, but his bandmates and business partners, they deserve a right to know even if it’s not from him.
Luke’s hands balled up into fists, Michael’s face was almost as red as his hair, and Ashton only began to get as watery eyed as I did as they read the dreaded contract. They all looked at him with stares as deadly as daggers, but his back was still turned, oblivious.
“Do you actually have this? Because if you don’t, this is a really sick prank Y/N.” Ashton said sternly. I shook my head defensively, pulling out the folded piece of paper quickly before stuffing it into my back pocket again.
“Why would I fucking lie about this Ashton? He’s been hiding it from us!” I scream whispered.
“When did you find it? Where did you find it?” Michael asked.
“Today, under his shirt for the set. He was trying to hide it away so nobody would know that he’s fucking leaving.”
“C’mon, Calum may be stupid sometimes but I don’t think he’d be willing to give up the band like that. He wanted this more than any of us, he wanted the band to grow together and get to where we are now as a group, best friends, brothers. He wouldn’t dare leave us.” Luke defended.
“Then why did he hide it from us? Why didn’t he just flat out say no and not take the contract then? Why did he take it in the first place, and then sneak it past us, thinking we wouldn’t ever find out about it? Luke, this isn’t just your best friend, but mine also. Calum is everything to me. I know him as well as you guys, and even I know,” I sighed, before the next sentence came out, “the benefits are just too great. Calum is so straight-forward, if he really didn’t want to take the offer, he wouldn’t have even taken the contract.”
As my voice died out, we heard behind us the convo of Calum, Mr.Jackson and Nia. Mr.Jackson had left momentarily before hustling back out to the small ‘living room’ we were all hanging out in. There was a huge guitar-bass like case in his right hand, and he set it down at Calum’s both, both him and Nia smiling proudly.
“Open it son. It’s a gift from all of us here.” Mr.Jackson smiled.
Calum carefully bent down and opened the case, revealing a new jet black glossy finished bass, clean and obviously expensive. Calum held it in his hands as if it was a new born baby, gocking at it’s new fine beauty. He was speechless, and beside me I heard all 3 of the boys groan to themselves.
“M-Mr.Jackson…w-why, why did you give me this?” “Let’s just say, someone put in a good word for you,” he winked at Nia beside him, “and said you deserve it, and I agree wholeheartedly.”
“This…this is incredible, thank you so much!” His smile stretched up to his under eyes, the heartfelt crinkly smile that I adored so much was on his face for all the wrong reasons, and he was slowly becoming the Calum I didn’t know.
My world came crashing down, though, as Nia reached up to Calum’s cheek and placed a tender kiss on it. My heart broke seeing the two together, acting like a more real couple than him and I had this whole tour. Tears broke out of my eyes as they cascaded down my cheeks, my hands and face becoming hot, as I ran back to the dressing room. All eyes focused back on me, a concerned/sad look on everyone else’s face but only a smirk to be found on Nia’s.
As I shut the door behind me, I ran toward the back of the room near the table with all the boys necessities on it and rested my hands on it, letting out a loud sob that I had been desperately trying to hold in. My vision was instantly blurry, soaking the table beneath me. I heard the door creak open, not caring who was there, my almost hopeless state completely taking up my attention.
“Was that fun to watch?” The snarky voice echoed throughout the door. I shuttered as my tears stopped, but still kept my back to her.
“You tell me.” I sniffled.
I heard her chuckle and she walked into the room slowly.
“Why are you doing this to me. I haven’t done anything, to deserve the downright hateful things you have done to me.” I turned around to face her, trying hard to show off that I wasn’t phased or intimidated by her.
“You, little ms.princess, weren’t even suppose to be on this tour in the first place! It was suppose to be Luke’s mom! You haven’t even been doing anything to help Calum out, I’ve stepped in multiple times just to save his freaking job!” I was taken back, and gasped.
“So giving him that contract to become a solo artist is you being helpful? You’re not only trying to control his life, but you’re trying to ruin mine, and my best friend’s!” She could only smirk at my reply.
“You just don’t like the fact that I,won.”
“Is Calum the prize? Is the press and money the prize? No thanks, Nia. You’re very good at a game that I’m tired of playing! So, I guess you’re getting your wish. I’m done here. He’s all yours.” I swiftly grabbed my purse off the table and turned for the door, to see Calum already standing there, arms open for me.
“Baby…c’mon please talk to me.” He pleaded as I walked past him out of the room. “None of this means anything if I don’t have you here by my side experiencing it with me, please, I wasn’t trying to break up apart!”
I stopped in my tracks, my heart sinking at his lies. I angrily pulled out the contract from my pocket, quickly opened it up, and threw it down towards his feet.
“That! That is what’s breaking us apart, Calum! The lies, the sneaking around, the new feelings you’ve developed for Nia! I’m out of here.” I could hear his sniffles as he picked up the crumpled up paper as I stumbled out of the backstage door. But I soon heard his footsteps, coming after me.
CLIFFHANGER! Again, this imagine is based off of HSM2, so any language that’s familiar to you guys in here is from the movie. The next part will be the actual ‘gotta go my own way scene’ just a heads up. And I know this part went by kinda quickly, but I hope you enjoyed it none the less.
This minific stemmed from me listening to Elvis’ Love Me Tender which I suggest y’all go listen to before you start reading
❤︎ soft fluff ahead!
Newt sat still, barely daring to breathe as Graves’ voice filled the room.
In the few months he’d been working at the MACUSA, he’d learnt to know Graves’ voice, attuned his ear to it until he could guess the man’s humour judging by the slightest shift in his tone.
He’d felt it, sharp as a knife when giving orders, honeyed with dangerosity when they weren’t followed. He’d seen it, whisper soft with barely concealed fury as Aurors dared question his loyalty to the MACUSA a mere two weeks after Graves’ return. He’d heard it, tired and fragile as a bird’s heart as Graves let himself fall on the couch of his office, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he told Newt to go home.
He’d touched it, Graves’ sharp intake of breath as Newt hesitantly let his hands fall on the man’s shoulders before starting a gentle, deep massaging motion, pressing into the fabric of Graves’ fine clothes and hoping the man could feel his warmth through the many layers he wore.
He’d desired it - Graves’ groan as he gave in and let himself relax under Newt’s administrations, eyes closing and shoulders sagging as he let Newt rub the tension away from his spine ever so gently.
He’d imagined it. Breathless, panting under him as Newt explored Graves’ body with teasing touches. Would he curse? Would he beg? Would Newt hear whimpers or grunts? Would Percival Graves be silent or loud? Demanding or domineering?
But as much as Newt had let himself be lulled by the sound of Graves’ voice during the time he spent in his company, nothing could have fully prepared him for this.
People’s conversations faded progressively as Graves climbed on stage. They turned towards him expectantly, tension rising.
Would Graves make a speech? Had there been a sudden breach in security in the party, was it over? Why did the Director of Magical Security decide to talk in public for the first time since he escaped Grindelwald’s claws? Did he have new reassurances for them? Did he have news?
Despite their speculations, nobody expected the bright lights to dim around them until only the soft, shimmering glow of magical candles remained, illuminating the person on stage.
Graves cleared his throat and tapped his index and middle finger twice against his thigh before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
The piano behind him came alive, invisible fingers pressing the keys, the music almost a lullaby.
Then Graves opened his mouth, and Newt forgot how to breathe.
Love me tender, Love me sweet, Never let me go. You have made my life complete, And I love you so.
The room fell into stunned, silent awe, staring at the man on stage and unable to tear their eyes away. Newt couldn’t either, unable to believe that Percival was the one singing.
Love me tender, Love me true, All my dreams fulfilled.
But he was, eyes sweeping across the room until they settled on Newt and he smiled and nodded imperceptibly before resuming the song.
Take me to your heart. For it’s there that I belong, And we’ll never be apart.
Newt’s head felt light, dazed as he listened to Graves, his lungs filling with unspoken love for him.
Percival’s voice enfolded them in peace and happiness, in hope and gentleness, in something implausible coming from the very man who’d gone to hell and lived to tell the tale and yet there.
Love me tender, Love me true, All my dreams fulfilled. For my darlin I love you, And I always will.
The piano stopped.
The room stayed suspended in time until the first applause broke the sound of silence. It was quickly joined by another pair of hands, then another, until Graves was smiling at a thunder of applause and whispers and calls for more.
Newt was still staring, gobsmacked, and said to no one in particular, “How?”
“No one knew either until three years ago, when he memorably got drunk and started singing while standing on a table, mistaking his wand for a microphone,” Tina replied immediately. “And even then - he was marvelous. A wonder. If it was up to me, I’d be content to just sit and hear him sing for the rest of my days.”
Newt couldn’t agree more. His eyes were drawn to Graves again as the man made his way down the stage, smiling and shaking a few hands here and there.
“Yes,” Queenie’s voice reached his ears, giggling. “He sings too.”
“He’s incredible,” Newt whispered without thinking, utterly entranced and enamoured with the man he had no chances with.
Queenie whacked his arm. “Oh, shut it,” she scowled. “You have more chances than anyone else in this room, if the way his thoughts wander when he is around you are any indication. Go do something about that tender crush of yours, Mr. Scamander. Don’t ignore it and keep pretending it will go away.”
“Yes, well. It usually worked when I did that before, but now…” Newt made a helpless gesture. “He sings too.”
“I know,” Queenie said, laughing. “Go get your man before someone else steals him away. And maybe if you’re lucky, the next time he sings that song it will be for ya.”
Newt snorted in disbelief, but he did stand up. Even if he probably would never muster up the courage to ask Graves out, he at least intended to congratulate the man on his singing because despite his travels, Newt had never heard anything like Graves’ voice before.
But then again, maybe being slightly in love with the singer made him biased.
Summary: When Kimberly lost her eye sight, she gained something back in return and entered a world that she never thought existed.
AN: I had this idea for a while where I wanted to combine two of my favorite things in one fic. The power rangers movie and my current obsession with Daredevil on netflix. This is also my first attempt at writing in a blind person’s perspective. So for you experienced writers out there, if you want to hook someone up with some tips (any kind will do. I’m a bit rusty) that would be appreciated. Also this hasn’t been beta’ed yet so I do apologize for any mistakes that I made.
And since this does deal with blindness I do have to throw in a trigger warning. With that enjoy the first chapter !
“First thing you gotta understand is nobody feels sorry for you for being blind girly. And nobody ever will. Cause when it comes to being born lucky… you won the friggin’ lottery.” - Stick
Kimberly Gasped as she shot up from her bed. The first thing that she noticed was that everything was loud. Loud and more refined than anything she’s ever heard. It was almost as if she was in a dark room with no lights on and someone turned up the volume of a very large and sound capturing speakers.
And everything else in the room felt so bright and intense yet she still shrouded in darkness. She frantically reached her hands out despite her current blinded state wanting to touch something. Anything that she could get her hands on just to regain some level of normalcy as the sounds continued to get louder.
She could hear the continuous drip from what she assumed was her IV line next to her bed along with the heart monitor beeping in an steadily increasing pace.
“What?..whats going on?” Kim called out bringing her fingers to where her eyes should be only to feel the scratchy fibers of the hospital issued bandages over her eyes. Each touch of fiber on her fingers felt like she stuck her hand in a ball of coarse yarn.
“Where am I? Mom? Dad?” She’d call out only to bring her hands back up to her ears blocking out the noise that would be bouncing off the walls within her hospital room.
Fact is she didn’t even remember how she ended up in the hospital with her eyes bandaged. The last thing Kimberly remember was confront Amanda and Harper at school in the science room about bullying Trini. She remembered her fellow ranger in tears once again pouring her heart out to her. The anguish in Trini’s voice as she told Kim about the rumors that Amanda and Harper spread about her fellow ranger begging to sleep with them and once again defacing Trini’s locker with derogatory terms.
She also remembered the shouting match she had with Amanda and her underling as they slung harsh insults back and forth where Amanda would berate kim for the mistake she made in which Kim would retaliate that what she did didn’t give Amanda the right to attack her friends or deface other people’s lockers.
The last thing came into Kim’s mind was how the fight escalated into a physical one where both Amanda and Harper violently shoved Kimberly into the lab table causing the chemicals on display to splash onto Kim’s face and into her eyes causing the searing and acidic pain to course it’s way into the pink ranger’s face.
Even as Kimberly fell to the ground blindingly writhing in agony with the feeling of her face being on fire, she could still hear the two cheerleaders blaming each other.
“Shit Amanda why did you do that?!”
“What are you talking about you’re the one that pushed her!”
“You did too amanda! Oh man. We’re in trouble now…”
“Harper listen! We’ll leave through the back ok? Nobody will see us.”
“But…we gotta help here she’s…she…”
“If we help her we’ll get expelled! Lets just get out the back before anyone sees us!…”
Before Kimberly would succumb to the lightheaded darkness and drift off into unconciousness the last thing she would hear before she woke up in the Angel Grove hospital would be the two footsteps of the people she used to call her friends leaving the school lab.
“stop…make it stop…” Kim whippered bringing her hands to her ears trying to block out the orderlies outside of her room. Random voices in a cacophony of muddled sounds just streaming into her ear drums. it felt like the insides of her ears were about to rupture. But even through the discord of the chaotic noises outside she was able to focus on one voice.
Her voice. Even in her state and through the walls of her hospital room she managed to seek out the voice of her fellow power rangers.
“Its my fault Jace. It’s all my fault.” Kim could easily pinpoint Trini’s muddled tear ridden voice. Her heart shattered at the sound of Trini’s broken voice.
“Trini stop. You didn’t do anything. Wrong. This isn’t on you.”
“Jason, she fought with amanda because of me! Because I told her what Amanda said about me and what she did to my Locker. She’s blind because I…” The yellow ranger stopped mid sentence letting out a loud sob.
Jason wrapped his strong arms around Trini’s tiny quivering fame and embraced the girl in a strong hug. Rocking her back and forth as the small ranger would sob into his chest.
“Trini listen. This isn’t your fault.” Jason whispered into Trini’s ear.
“You know how stubborn and determined Kim is when it comes to protecting you. This isn’t your fault or anyone else but the person who did this to her ok?”
Blind? Did she hear Jason right? She was blind? The thought along scared the hell out of her. Knowing that she’d never see her parents, her friends or even Trini’s beautiful face again weighed heavily on her as she stumbled back onto her bed.
As the door opened Kimberly moved her head up towards the two people that entered the room. She easily recognized them as Jason and Trini since Jason’s foot steps were always heavier. And she always knew what Trini’s movements sounded like even before she was blind.
“Hey Kim…” Jason was the first to speak. Sadness laced in his voice. Trini feeling guilt ridden as she is stayed quiet as she slunk back behind their team leader. Being unable to look her fellow pink ranger in the eyes was killing her.
“You uh….you look good.” Jason’s voice quivered a little as he spoke. Kim knew he was lying. She could already hear his heartbeat change the second he spoke those words.
“Come on Jace. You don’t have to lie. I probably look horrible. But the pain killers that they’re keeping me on feel nice at least.”
Jason chuckled lightly at Kim’s joke. As stubborn as she was she always manages to lighten the mood in the group. Even after suffering a traumatic experience.
“We were with your parents when they spoke to the doctor.” The taller boy just rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. His other free hand grasped Trini’s lightly while the yellow ranger just held on to Jason’s arm.
“They’re still with them right now. But-”
“I Know Jace. I’m Blind.” Kim’s voice was somber. Jason just looked up at her, puzzled at her words.
“What? But How did you.-”
“I heard you guys outside. I can also hear my parents in the doctor’s office right now.”
Jason just looked back down at Trini who began to silently cry. A small sniffle escaped from the shorter girl as she wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve.
“Trini…” The pink ranger whispered. She hated the position that she put her friends in. She never intended to make things this messy. This was going to change things between them. Even worse the possibility of losing a ranger just added to her guilt.
The Latina girl just ran up to her now blind friend and wrapped her arms tightly around Kim, sobbing into the hospital gown that the pink ranger was wearing. Whispering multiple apologies into her Chest.
All Kimberly could do was stroke Trini’s back as the shorter girl poured her heart out.
“Shhh. Don’t do this to yourself Trini. It’s not your fault.” Kim whispered trying her best to sooth the heart broken Yellow ranger. They were soon joined by Jason who just wrapped his two strong arms around his female team mates, enveloping them into a strong and protective hug.
“Jace…” Kimberly could feel her own voice crack. The tears already starting to form behind the back of her throat.
“We’ll get through this Kim. You’re not alone in this.” Jason whispered into Kim’s ears. Tears were already forming in the red ranger’s eyes.
Hi how are you?? , I wanted to request a sirius imagine where is best friends with the reader and start dating but he hurts her and she after feeling awful start haging with lucios and his gang , and then sirius goes crazy for jealousy and because his worry about her and them changing her
That’s how long you’d hid yourself away and avoided going to school. The last thing you wanted was to talk to anyone - especially Jughead and so far, you’d managed to. Well, in person anyway. A few people had been texting you asking you if you were okay since it’d gone around the school what had happened. Even Jughead’s friend Archie had sent you a message to make sure you were okay. You and him weren’t even that close but you sat together in maths class and he was always friendly to you. Jughead had text you every single day but it got to the point where anything from him just made you burst into tears and your heart feel like it was breaking all over again so you blocked his number. Why did he think texting you was a good idea? The last person you wanted to talk to was the lying ex-boyfriend of yours.
It was still hard to believe that the boy you had considered your world had been lying to you the whole time. Was it even a real relationship then? He said he cared about you but if he cared about you he wouldn’t have done what he did. Getting close to you just to find out information he could report back to Betty about Jason? That was cruel. It was one of the cruellest things anyone could have ever done. Like you didn’t have enough to deal with coping with your brother’s death now you had to learn how to cope and fix your own broken heart that some stupid boy had ripped into pieces.
And, if that wasn’t enough, during those two weeks it had come out that Polly was pregnant with Jason’s baby. You were going to be an aunt. When you’d found out, that was the first time you’d smiled in the whole two weeks. A little part of Jason still existed. Your family had pretended to help Polly but Cheryl had warned her away from them and now she was safe and living with the Lodge’s. You really wanted to go and talk to her and let her know you were happy for her and wanted to be involved but there was no way you wanted to face the stares from everyone who knew what had happened between you and Jughead. It wasn’t until the Monday after the two weeks when you decided enough was enough. Moping around wasn’t doing you any good and with a little help from Cheryl, you decided it was time to go back to school.