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Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester P10

Title: Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester Part 10

Words: 1,621

Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: SPOILERS S1E12

Taglist: @deans-baby-momma , @qinnroki @moldyorange @creative-writing92 @lokischickadee , @take-it-on-the-run @daisy-the-quake @ilikw @selfdestructionandrhum

Part 9

Dean smiled at me as he approached the seats beside me. "Hey, baby," He groaned as he sat down.

"Hi baby," I mocked as I rolled my eyes and looked away. Dean chuckled so I turned to glare at him.

"You're cute when you're jealous, you know that?" He asked so I rolled my eyes again looking away. He grabbed my chin to turn me to look at him. I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. When he's better he's going to leave with some stupid blonde. "Is she looking?" He whispered so I looked at him confused but indeed saw Layla sitting in the row in front of us and was looking at us. I looked at Dean confused as I nodded softly. He just smiled and grabbed the back of my neck. We sat making out in a church tent for a good couple of minutes, everyone there must have had their thoughts on us. Dean pulled away to whisper in my ear. "I'm yours," He whispered, his breath fanning my neck and sending a shiver down my spine. I practically melted in my seat. Dean smirked seeing the effect he had on me. He continued to smirk as he paid attention to the blind man on the stage.

"Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?" He asked rhetorically making me smile as I held my laughter. What would he know about the bad things going on in the world? "Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act." He continued, Dean looked at me before rolling his eyes. He also thought this guy was ridiculous. "But I say to you, God is watching." Everyone seemed to murmur an agreement.

These people are so easily persuaded to believe anything. I bet if I stood up right now and claimed God was talking to me they'd all believe me. "God rewards the good, and he punishes the corrupt," He added and I scoffed. The only noise that wasn't a laugh that I could make. Dean smirked at me finding me as his entertainment. "It is a lord who does the healing here friends, the Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people's hearts." Everyone seemed to agree with him but Dean leaned in to whisper to me.

"Or into their wallets," He commented making me laugh. I pretended I was coughing when everyone looked at my sudden outburst.

"You think so, young man?" The preacher asked, I slid down in my chair a little hiding my mouth with my hand so no one could see me trying not to laugh. Everyone went silent, and even the pianist stopped playing, only making me want to laugh even more.

"Sorry," Dean announced so everyone could hear him. I saw Layla smiling to herself which only pissed me off. Who does she think she is? I should lean over and pull on her scraggly blonde hair.

"No, don't be," The preacher replied grabbing my attention again. "Just watch what you say about a blind man. We have real sharp ears," He joked and there was a stale laugh like everyone was trying to please him. Idiots! "What's your name, son?" He asked and Dean seemed confused, he looked at me like he was afraid to say.

"His name is Dean," I answered for him and the preacher smiled.

"You must be his girlfriend," The preacher smiled before nodding. "Dean, I want you to come up here with me," The preacher announced and suddenly I smiled. Dean looked uneasy and looked at me for guidance. I nodded showing him to go. Everyone clapped for him. He looked around for a second before shaking his head.

"No, it's okay," He commented so I looked at him concerned. What's he thinking about?

"What are you doing?" Sam asked thinking he had lost his mind.

"You've come here to be healed, haven't you?" The preacher asked and everyone was silent as they waited for Dean to speak.

"Well, yeah, but, uh," Dean stammered looking at me for guidance, I smiled at him. Everyone clapped for him again. "You should heal Y/N, she was struck by lightning, she's clearly in pain but she doesn't want to say anything," He commented wincing slightly like he was afraid of how I would react. I smiled knowing he cared for me. He's dying and worrying about the scars and pain that I will live through.

"Oh-ho, no. I didn't pick you, Dean. The Lord did," The preacher explained and everyone cheered a little louder.

"Get up there," Sam exclaimed but once again Dean looked at me for the answer, I smirked with an idea. I leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"If you go up there I'll take a shower with you when we get to a motel," I whispered seductively. Dean smiled as he pulled away and gestured for Sam to get out of his way. I chuckled knowing exactly what he wanted. He climbed onto the stage and looked back at me with a smile. I smiled back but it instantly faded when Layla straightened up and fixed her hair probably thinking Dean was looking at her, I was going to bite her. Dean and the preacher seemed to have a mumbled conversation.

"Pray with me, friends," The preacher announced. Everyone bowed their heads and raised their hands but when Dean looked at me like a deer in headlights I knew he needed me. I nodded with a smile. Sam and I watched intently as the preacher placed a hand on Dean's head. Dean looked like he was in pain, his eyes rolling around his head. I jumped up instantly but Sam stopped me. He only let me through when Dean fell to his knees. I wrapped my arm around his back holding him steady, His eyes rolled again before his body went limp and I held all of his weight.

I wasn't as strong as I used to be so struggled a little, the wounds on my back instantly stinging and feeling tight. I tried breathing through the pain but struggled.

"Sam," I called out and he was instantly at my side helping me hold Dean up. Everyone cheered and I looked at them like they were crazy.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked shaking Dean trying to wake him. I placed a hand on his cheek instantly worried. "Say something," Sam almost shouted as Dean gasped for air and held himself up a little. Dean's eyes widened as he looked at the preacher. I quickly looked but saw he was just smiling. I focused on Dean.

"Are you okay, baby?" I asked grabbing his attention, he looked at me a little dazed. It seemed like magic, colour sprung to his cheeks, the bags under his eyes faded and his lips looked plumper. I shook myself thinking I imagined it but there he was, a colourful man in a dull world. I smiled when I noticed him smiling at me. "Are you okay?" I asked softly. His answer must have been on the tip of his tongue as he grabbed me roughly and kissed me. I was shocked but happily accepted it. This kiss was different, it was like he was the happiest man in the world. He kissed me so rough and passionately that I wondered if he was only so gentle in the past because he was in pain. He didn't want to pull away from the kiss even as everyone was watching us and he just kept pulling me back for more.

I giggled as I pulled away, Dean's eyes searching mine, the smile plastered across his face never faltering. Dean's eyes seemed to be brighter, the once subtle but beautiful green eyes now vibrant and piercing. I chuckled realising that Dean did what I always seem to do with him, and answered a question with my actions. I chuckled just thinking.

"Come on," I added as I helped to pull him up. He stood and grabbed the sides of my face to kiss me again, I giggled as I pulled away. Dean took my hand and helped me climb off the stage, I started leading us to the back to exit the tent. Dean looked at me confused. "I want a doctor to check you over," I explained as we exited the tent.

"Baby, I feel great," He cheered but I smiled as I rolled my eyes.

"I just want to check," I explained but Dean grabbed my hand to stop me. I looked at him confused. "He might heal you next," He said hopefully.

"He only heals one a day," A random person close to us added. I smiled triumphantly continuing on my way and approaching the impala. I turned to face Dean when we got to the car and was pleasantly surprised to feel his lips on mine again. I giggled into the kiss but pulled away. "What happened to the rule of no PDA in front of Sam?" I asked rhetorically but Dean scoffed.

"He doesn't mind, do you, Sammy?" He asked looking at Sam over the car. Sam just chuckled as he climbed in. Dean smiled thinking that would make me reconsider.

"I just don't think it's something he wants to see every day, we can kiss but PG when Sam's around, okay?" I explained not asking a question. Dean sighed as he nodded making me laugh. I kissed him, and his hands instantly roamed me wanting more I laughed pulling away again.

"What he's in the car," Dean joked making me laugh. He gave me a wink before climbing into the car.

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Bug

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: The BuzzFeed Puppy Interview [1.6k]

Warnings: mentions of a pet passing away, grief, puppy shenanigans, a happy ending (and surprises)

"The last time we were here, I was pregnant." You say as you settle onto the ground next to Joel. 

"I know, it's been a minute! How old are the twins now?" The same producer from the last time you and Joel did a Buzzfeed promo video asks.

"They'll be six in July," Joel says, beaming with pride, and you nod. 

"Is this your way of announcing something?"

"No!" You and Joel say at the same time, making everyone laugh. Once things settle, you introduce each other to the camera and wait excitedly for the puppies to come clamoring onto the sound stage. It only took six years, but you're finally getting to do the puppy interview with Joel, and you both immediately melt when the little baby pit bulls pad their way over to you. 

You specifically asked if you could work with pit bull puppies to raise awareness about the misconceptions surrounding the breed in memory of Daisy. It's been six months since she passed after fifteen years of belly rubs, snuggles, and love, and you've felt the ache since then. Seeing the tiny versions of her makes you feel a little better.

"C'mere, honey," Joel coaxes as he half-lays on the floor and scoops up the tan one. "Oh, look at that little face." He murmurs as he kisses her head and tucks her safely in his arms. Meanwhile, you're working on getting a shy black one to toddle over to you with little whistles and kissing sounds.

"It's okay. You don't have to be scared." You say, but he doesn't budge. The other two puppies, one grey and one brown, cuddle between you and Joel, and you take turns leaning down to kiss their heads and petting them.

"What was the process like working together on this film?" The producer asks.

"It was really fun! I always like having him work with me on things, and he just has an ear for scores and music in a way that I don't, so I think bringing him on for that was a perfect choice." You say, your eyes flitting to the black puppy who's still hesitant at your presence.

"Havin' her direct me and make notes was different than how we've worked together before because this is the first time she's been a director and producer, but it was a really cool environment. Our kids got to come to set with us and raid the craft station, so it was a good time." He's always been guilty of talking with his hands, but the puppy whining at a lack of attention really highlights it and makes you laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry. Are you feelin' neglected?"

"Joel, do you have any favorite movies or shows of hers?" 

"What a great question!" He exclaims, and you laugh. "I love everythin' she's been in and done, but that's 'cause I love her so much, and seein' someone you love do somethin' they love is just… the most special thing in the world. But I do have a special place in my heart for Self Made Men 'cause that's the first thing I ever saw of hers, and she's just so pretty in it. I mean, c'mon." He says, and you pretend to roll your eyes. The grey puppy climbs into Joel's lap and begins nipping at his arm to get him to put the tan one down and hold him instead. "Oh, don't be like that. I've got two hands for a reason." 

"What's your favorite album or piece of music Joel's made?" The producer asks you as Joel holds the puppies, alternating between head scratches and lightly pushing at their chests to get them to play. 

"I still really love the album he was making when we first started dating." 

"Glass House?" Joel asks, and you nod. 

"Sometimes, I'll put it on in the background while reading or doing something. It's just so nice, and it's so beautiful, both lyrically and sonically."

"Look at you with your vocabulary." He teases. 

"I married a musician a couple years ago. I hope I'd sound like I know what I'm talking about." You say as the two puppies in his lap finally have enough of him, riling them up, and they run off to play. The brown one joins them quickly, but the black one still lingers around you. You open your hands to him to let him smell, but he doesn't actually sit with you until his siblings come skating by and spook him. "Oh, sweet angel! Are you just so shy and little?" You coo as he snuggles into your chest, hiding his face like he got caught. You pet him gently and adjust so he can rest comfortably in your arms, and something in your chest settles for the first time in months. There's a fleeting thought, but you dismiss it quickly as the producer asks another question. 

"What is your love language?" She asks, and you laugh.

"Joel's is acts of service and touch."

"Hers is… I wanna say," Joel squints at you as he thinks. "Words of affirmation, and I'm gonna say touch." 

"You got it." You say, holding out your hand for a high-five. The trio of puppies start playing a little rough, and you and Joel immediately go into parent mode. He disengages the fight by picking them up while you protect the whimpering puppy in your arms. 

"Woah, woah, woah!" Joel says. "I understand that you wanna play and you're explorin' different things, but that's not how we treat other puppies, okay?"

"I can't believe you're gentle-parenting a pair of puppies." You laugh, and he shrugs as he puts them back down before reaching out and scratching the ear of the puppy you're holding. He makes a content noise and leans into Joel's hand. You smile as you look down at him. 

"It worked on the five animals we raised."

"What's one thing you could give a lengthy PowerPoint presentation on with no prep?" The producer asks.

"New York City history," you answer quickly. "I lived there for several years when I was in my late teens/early twenties, and it's kind of mandatory if you're gonna live there to know different bits of history. I just found it so fascinating."

"I think mine would probably have to do with guitars or somethin'. Especially since I started makin' them." Joel says.

"Oh, yeah. He made one for Ellie's birthday recently. It was just gorgeous, and it sounded perfect, too. You could probably teach classes at this point." 

"I don't know bout all that, but I do know a lot bout it." He says.

"Tell us a little bit about the Big Dreamer Foundation." The producer says. You and Joel each say a little bit about the foundation you created together to support arts programs and give kids scholarships to go to the programs of their dreams. Since you've started it, you've been able to send hundreds of kids to school and provide them with resources they wouldn't have had access to before. You even hint a little bit at the community center you're planning on building in your hometowns to support the arts there and help bring the community together. Starting the Big Dreamer Foundation with him is by far the most rewarding of everything you've ever done. 

As the interview goes on, you continue cuddling the black puppy as the others play and eventually fall asleep on Joel. When you come to the end and you're promoting the movie, you look at the people who brought the puppies from the shelter. "Are these guys available for adoption?" You ask, and someone nods. You look back at Joel and see him already looking at you and the puppy. 

"Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" 

"I don't know. What are you thinking?" 

"I'm thinkin' there's no way we're goin' home without a puppy." He says, and you take a deep breath. You've been hesitant to bring another dog home since Daisy died. You weren't ready to love something else as much as you loved her. You also weren't ready to admit that she was really gone. But the kids miss having a dog around, and, honestly, you miss it, too. You didn't know you could even consider adopting another pet until the tiny black puppy captured your heart. 

"What's this one's name?" You ask the people from the shelter.

"That one's Bug."

"Bug." You echo in a baby voice. You look between Bug and Joel and feel tears spring in your eyes for some reason. "Baby, I think we need to take Bug home." You say. He makes a sympathetic noise and pulls you and Bug into his side.

"Then, Bug needs to come home with us." He murmurs. 

By the time the video goes live, Bug has come out of his shell and adjusted to the chaos of the Miller home. It turns out he loves music and will often sing along if Joel hits the right note on his guitar. He also loves cuddling up in bed when you're doing story time with the kids and is exceptionally patient when they try to put costumes on him to act in their plays. He's perfect. BuzzFeed includes pictures and videos of Bug with your family and a sweet memorial to Daisy at the end of the video.

You'll miss Daisy for the rest of your life but you know she would want you to love again. Her mysterious entrance into your life still baffles you, but you like to think she sent Bug your way in an equally baffling experience. You like to think she's still watching over you and the kids in her own way. You like to think she's just as happy as you are when Bug settles into your family like he was always meant to be there. 

#Bug I would die for you #one for the money two for the show #oftm #oftm family #rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader #joel miller au #the last of us au #tlou au #joel miller fluff

[ginsengkitten]

༺Beautiful Dangerous༻

A slashxreader fanfiction

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Chapter Three

Guns and Horses

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You shook me - Led Zepplin

The excitement and anxiety ate away at you the entire drive. The closer the city lights grew again, the more your heart raced. The more your memory flooded with the scene of that guy from the record store. You'd thought of him every day since you saw him a week ago. Something about him just couldn't escape you. It was impossible to think of the city and not him as well.

Maybe if there was extra time, you could visit the record store again and maybe he would be there?

You hadn't packed for a rock show and in turn opted for throwing daisy's leather jacket over your outfit and hoping it made you look like less of a square. You tried to roll your skirt up higher, hoping you looked more rocker and less schoolgirl.

-

Music and voices blared out of the venue. A line formed out the door. The collection of scents that made up the Hollywood air once again filled your nose.

"Troubadour" you read the venue name allowed off its lit up neon sign. Was this dangerous? Is this a dangerous part of town? Fuck. stop it, stop with this dangerous talk. Enough of this. You shook the timid thoughts from your mind. "This way Y/N" Daisy grabbed your hand. "We have another way in" she smiled. Rounding the building to a seedy alleyway in the back, stood a stage door. You pass couples very intimately embracing one another, and a few other shadier characters aligning the dark alleyway. The smell of cigarettes grew stronger back here. Daisy bounced on her feet anxiously and looked around. "Okay Y/N, you wait right here. I'm going to go find Joel. I'll be right back." You start to panic "What? Daisy-" one of the couples embracing in the shadows give you an annoyed look of "pipe down loser". You immediately silence yourself. Don't be a square. "Right back, I promise." Daisy affirmed as she jogged out of sight. You stood alone, in this dark alleyway. You tried to keep your cool and mind your business. Stay as small as possible and maybe you'll be alright, you thought to yourself. You shoved your hands into your leather jacket pockets and leaned against the brick wall , trying to blend in. You gazed up at the Smokey night sky that peeked above the open alley. Not a true night sky and the light pollution from of the city gave it a smoggy under glow. It almost seemed prettier that way..

Suddenly the stage door burst open and out poured a group of shaggy haired, leather toted men. Laughing and bouncing off one another maniacally and boyishly. A previous conversation coming to a close with a joking "Fuck off man!" Laughed out loud. "Catch you bastards later. Save some Night Train for me!" A voice called out to the rest of the men walking away. He stayed behind and sat his back up against the brick wall across from you. You froze as you saw his face appear from behind a huge mop of frizzy curls.

He didn't seem to notice you staring. He hurriedly pulled out a pack of cigarettes and gave it a casual shake before beginning to flip one out and light it. He quickly planted it between his lips. He moved in a rushed manner, like he only had little time to smoke this cigarette.

This was the guy from the record store. It 100% was him. You remember his curls. His stature, his face. His hands.

He finally glanced upward and pauses. His rushed demeanor slows to a halt. His eyes narrow and the cigarette in his mouth dances as his lips turn upward in his signature smirk. His pouted lips curve around the cigarette. You dart your eyes to the ground and try your best to recover from obviously staring at him. You feel his eyes on you once more. Be cool. After attempting to act as if you weren't aware of him. You acknowledge his presence again. You can't help to stare at the smoking cigarette pursed between his lips.

He noticed you but did he remember who you were?

"Need a smoke?" He says. An overwhelming desire to say yes overcomes you. So you do. You nod yes and he walks over to you, a smirk still across his lips and his eyes scanning you up and down. You try to avert his gaze. You keep your arms folded across your chest cooly as you can. watching him tower over you as he comes close. A familiar scene.

“Here to see the show?" He asks casually. "Yeah." You show off your insider knowledge courtesy of Daisy. "Some rock band called Guns and Horses." You reply cooly. He laughs. "Roses." He says back. Your expression begins to switch as you realize you messed it up. "Guns n' Roses, is the name." He smiles. You try to recover and remain calm. "You know them then?" You ask, watching him watch you. He steps closer to you and you back up against the wall once more. He takes the cigarette from his mouth and holds it. "Something like that." He says lowly. He slowly brings the cigarette to your lips. You see the rings decorating his fingers. The snake ring. You hold your eye contact with him and cautiously wrap your lips around the cigarette. His cigarette. Your body flushing with the same electricity again as he stares into you. You slowly admit an inhale of his cigarette, being mindful of your previous encounter with a cigarette. You try to seem as though you do this regularly, but you can tell he sees through it. And yet his interest in you doesn't seem to falter. He must remember you, he must. He backs away just as the tension was seemingly so thick, leaving you as the new owner of the cigarette. He walks backwards slightly and smiles again.

"Well. I hope you enjoy the show." He says now very casually again. You take the cigarette from your mouth and hold it in your fingers unnaturally. "Yeah. You too." You glance at your feet. A tinge of dissatisfaction running through you. He opens the stage door and pauses to look at you again.

"Later, Foxey." He says.

#gnr smut #slash #slash fanfiction #slash gnr #slash smut #slash x reader #saul hudson #saul hudson x reader #gnr #gnr x reader

[blazernot]

The Magnus Archives Season 4

Okay so i like just finished the finale so my thoughts are very scattered but bear with me

John, my beloved, was trying so hard this season. But sadly he was stuck in a basement full of women that hated him. He tries but he's also a massive hypocrite. "We need to communicate" oh that's rich coming from you. He just kept making stupid decisions and never thought anything through. He is a disaster but it's very entertaining and I love him.

I of course love all the girlies. My favorite was definitely Daisy, if you've been following my liveblogs it's kinda obvious. But everyone else was also great. I love super spy Bashira. I feel really bad for Melanie choosing to blind herself but I also completely understand her decision. I hope her and Georgie can have peace, somehow.

Martin!! It was so weird seeing him be like the main thing this season. It made sense though since he always was the guy in the backround so it was nice to have him be center stage. It's also so sad that that's what tipped him off to the plan, he's not some chosen on hero. The lonely is honestly really fitting sadly. It was also so strange to watch him bite back at times and push John away, I'll get back to this later.

Peter is so entertaining, I mean Elias was as well but Peter with his "Grubby Jesus" and "Pet Murderer" stole my heart. They really are just a bickering divorced couple. Their fight in the tunnels was peak custody battle energy with Martin just awkwardly in the corner.

I love monster John, it's so eerie. Like that one lady and her encounter was so, eheheh, like I didn't want to believe John would do that, but of course he would. Everyone being scared of him, especially since last season John declared that he would trust them and be better, but I also don't blame them.

I did not believe that the Daisy rescue would work- but gosh I'm happy it did. I adore her. She's probably dead now after the finale but I have to hope. That whole thing was tense, but now they are the dirt duo and friends because who else is there to be friends with. They listen to bad radio shows its great.

OKAY SO- back in season one I thought stuff like "Oh the fandom totally ships John and Martin even though they hate each other" because that's what fandom does and that's a very popular dynamic. And I thought it would just stay like that?? Like it would be meek Martin and annoyed John and that would be their permanent dynamic. Looking back that was a stupid assumption but I'm used to ships like that going nowhere. But NO and oh my gosh I didn't think about John and Martin's relationship this much until this season. It was the pining the "I'm doing this for you" "I miss you" "I'm here if you need me" the distance that made it so clear that you're the only person that could get me, Martin defending John when he talked to Georgie. John wanting the two of them to gouge their eyes out and escape together. Then- THEN the finale where John once again saved someone he loved from impossible odds. And like, they're canon right? Like they openly love each other? They stayed in a hideout together for weeks and Martin tells him about cows he sees on his walks. Like what else could you want. I'm certain the fandom went mental

I'm also certain they went mental over the finale, like I currently am. I want, no, need Elias dead. I did not expect him to be the finale boss. Like what. I was wondering what a beholding ritual would even do or be, but I guess I got some kind of answer.

But seriously I hate Elias- Tim died for NOTHING. Tim died for literally no reason. So much of this could've been stopped but no. Brilliant plan though, like as it was being read off I was speakless. Like I am shook to the core, Yonah and Eli can testify they saw me go mental on discord. I kept expecting Martin to walk back in just on time to stop everything but no. And now we're screwed and I have no idea how this series will end but it'll be with a bang that's for sure

#tma liveblog #the magnus archives #i need like atleast a day before i can season five #like i need a mi ute

[shadowqueen402]

Canine Cat-astrophe: Chapter 6

(Meanwhile with Balan's group)

Jose, Fiona, Sana, Eis, and Kaylo were both getting worried. Where were Leo and Trisha Jane? Where was Balan? And why had they not come back yet? But it wasn't until they heard Trisha Jane scream as well as the ruckus that they quickly rushed out of Sana's stage and into the main room of the Balan Theatre.

Lo and behold, Balan's group was greeted by a terrible mess that wasn't there before.

"Woah! What happened here?" Fiona asked as she took in all of the mess that was everywhere.

Potted plants and lamps were knocked down onto the floor. The posters of the Chapters were scratched up. All of the bottles of wine and 'Wonderworld Juice' had been shattered as the contents spilled out onto the floor.

"Lance did all of this," Emma said. "A rat is here and he was trying to chase it."

"So he did all of this just to catch a rat!?" Sana asked, stunned. "And people say that dogs cause destruction…"

"Have any of you seen Leo?" Kaylo asked. "Balan ran off and Leo went to chase him."

"I'm right here, Kaylo," Leo replied, entering the room with Balan and Mei's group. "Balan ran into the library which was where I saw the others…" He stopped when we saw the mess. "Do I…want to know what happened here?"

"Lance is what happened here," Aria said, feeling her eyes start to water from irritation. "Ugh, not again…"

"Oookaaaay… Well, Mei's group found the recipe for the cure." Leo rubbed Balan's head. "We'll be able to bring Balan and Lance back to their usual selves."

"That's a relief," Jose said. "So what do we need in order to create this cure?"

"A sweet durian, 3 petals of a royal blue jasmine flower, golden pear juice, salt, sugar, and boiling water." Leo felt Balan lick his hand.

Just then, Cal came rushing in. "Guys, wait until you see what's happened to Lucy's stage," He said with a shocked look on his face. Rebecca was both confused and worried. "Cal, what's going on?" She asked.

"Why, what happened?" Jose asked.

(Meanwhile in Lucy's stage)

"My stage!" Lucy cried, horrified at the scenery. "What happened to my beautiful stage!?" She, Mei, Haoyu, and Attilio gazed around, mouths agape at the mess around them.

"How did this happen?" Mei asked. Suddenly, a 'Mew' was heard from beneath them. Approaching them was none other than Lance, who had paint on his paws.

"Lance, what did you do?" Attilio asked. "Do you know how long this is going to take to help Lucy clean up this mess? You should be ashamed of yourself." But unfortunately for Attilio, Lance just gave him a catty stare while sitting down.

"Should we find the Golden Pear Juice first or help Lucy clean up the mess?" Haoyu asked.

"Let's help clean up," Mei said. "Odd are, when Lance made this mess, he must have unintentionally buried the ingredient that we need to get. Now where did Balan keep the cleaning supplies?"

"Oh my!" Leo's and Emma's voices grabbed their attention. Mei's group turned and saw Leo, Emma, Cal, Balan's group, and Lance's group had entered Lucy's stage. Everyone was horrified at the mess that Lance had to make.

"Okay, so maybe taking care of both Balan and Lance is a lot harder than it seems," Emma said.

"I agree," Bruce said. "Well, we may as well clean everything up. Fortunately, I know where the cleaning supplies are. Balan keeps them in a closet near the kitchen. Let me go get them real quick."

The older man turned around and left Lucy's stage. "Did—Did Lance chase the rat into her stage?" Eis asked.

The word "rat" got Lucy's attention. "Did you just say "rat", darling?" She trembled at the thought of one being in her stage.

"Yes?" Eis was confused. "Lance's group revealed that Lance was chasing a rat, which explains the mess in the main room…"

"A rat!?" Fiona exclaimed. "Rats are pests. We have to make sure that it doesn't get in the way of us getting the ingredients for the cure."

"That is true," Trisha Jane said. "Especially since it ran right toward me when I came back."

"Daisy never liked rats," Cass admitted. "They scare her, which is rather ironic." Just then, Bruce came back with mops, sponges, and a bucket of soapy water.

"Okay, guys. Let's get cleaning."

Kaylo belongs to @kayssweetdreams

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Aria belongs to me.

#balan wonderworld #fanfic #ocs #balan #lance #jose gallard #fiona demetria #yuri brand #haoyu chang #sana hudson #cass milligan #cal suresh #iben bia #attilio caccini #lucy wong #eis glover #bruce stone #leo craig #emma cole

[shinehyuk]

current fixation : pentagon ��

#and it's all because i started writing a yanan fic 😭 please #i am so so so so sorry for procrastinating with requests. even more sorry that now i'm clicking the cute little plus button and writing a- #ptg yandere reaction 😭 i'm so sorry #i just saw one of their daisy stages and no. i'm not okay #changgu's chest?!!?!?!!?!?!!?1/?!?! #i am literally collecting all the ptg boys as my biases #first kino.. then hui.. then shinwon.. now yanan.. who's next???? #not the plus button^ i meant writing button #the little pen. yes.

[dinbeskarbaby]

//Real talk (Body shaming)

Okay at first I didn't want to talk about this. But I saw that too less people take this serious, so I will have the talk with you.

This fandom disgusts me.

And I'm not talking about our lovely fanfiction writers or the people that post fanarts or edits or just photos of their favorite character like I do. I'm talking about the people that bodyshame an 61 year old men and call themselves "Star Wars fans"

Tem loves this role and is proud of the opportunity to play his character again.

Everybody knows this role belongs only to 3 people. Jeremy Bulloch, Temuera Morrsion and Daniel Logan. Jeremy and Daniel created Boba. But Tem completed him. It's his role now and people should respect that.

There is no "he is too old!", "he is too fat!"

There is only a "this is right."

How can people have so less intelligence that they judge a person by their looks. Because people didn't stop saying how out of shape he looked, intire news magazines where talking about his weight. Do you have any idea how imbarresing and hurtful that can be. You can cause depression if you talk about someone like this. Luckly Tem is an unbelievable stong person, a fighter. Otherwise this words could have broken him, like it did with many other celebrities that left the big stage complete because of fandom's like this...

But if you think it left him fully unaffected you are also wrong. Otherwise he wouldn't lost half his weight and created this statement.

I confronted a bunch of people that made edits of his body (made him bigger or fully out of shape) and the only answer I got was "Don't be so serious, it's just fun." But is it really fun?

I'm a person that got bullied myself. The only funny thing here is, that they said the same to me. They said "Don't take this so serious Christina, it's just a joke." The thing about bully's is just, that the fun they are talking about is the fun they have. Not the person that is their target. I will say it once and for all. Insulting people is not fun. It's a problem. If you said something negative about Temuera's weight, you are part of the problem. You have no place in a fandom like this. George cheated Star Wars to show the people that there is a hope and a places for all of us. Dudebros that criticize Tem for his weight, Hayden for his acting, Daisy for her role (e.t.c) have no place here.

And one more thing for the people who talked shit about Tem: Are you proud of what you did? Was it worth the fun? That you forced a 61 old men to go to the gym nearly every day to proof you that he can do "better", just so you can say "That's the Boba Fett we want." While you sitting on your PC playing Battlefront all day long with the third bag of chips in your hand...

Did you ever asked yourself if maybe he was happy and satisfied how he looked?

If you really thing you changed him in a good way just because he lost weight because of your bullying you should just go and fck yourself, seriously.

Peace out, Chrissy

#real talk #stop the hate #star wars #temuera morrison #the book of boba fett #boba fett #tbobf #tem #tem morrison #bullying #serious topic

[theimpossiblehologramtree]

Making Queen members flower crowns would include

Pairing: Queen members x reader

Word count: (altogether) 1800+

Warnings: some sickening fluff, oh and swearing but that’s a standard, some slightly suggestive themes in john’s (implied sex) but nothing accually happens except a kiss

A/N: Hello you beautiful people! I’m back (don’t get used to that tho lol) I thought of this two years ago when i first saw Bohemian Rhapsody (SO 2 FUCKING YEARS AGO). Freddie’s is gender neutral. I tried to add a “keep reading” button but I’m not sure it works tbh because this hell of a side never cooperates.

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.

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Brian May

You were laying on Brian's lap, the sun hitting your face pleasantly. This week the weather was nice and warm, which was something extremely unusual in England, so the two of you decided to head out to the country and have a little picnic.

After what felt like hours spent in the car ("Brian, for Christ's sake, would you open the bloody window, I can't breathe!" and "Bri, I love you, but if we don't get there in five minutes, I'm going to murder you, I swear") you finally found a nice clearing, where you could relax and forget about the stresses of city life.

Brian put down a blanket on the grass, near a small stream that flew through the forest. He brought the bag with food and drinks (you didn't have a basket, so you had to improvise). 

You quickly put some sunscreen on your face and laid down, keeping your head propped on Brian's lap. He put a hat over his face and fell asleep, his chest rising steadily. 

After some time (that fucking wasp didn't let you sit in one place), you stood up and noticed many beautiful flowers, growing on a nearby bush. You got lost in picking up the most beautiful ones, admiring each one carefully. When you got enough, you sat back down and started tying the stems together.

Suddenly you got an idea. Careful not to wake him up, you began sticking the flowers in Brian's dark curls. 

Your now decorated boyfriend woke up and stretched, not noticing the colourful addition to his hair. This made you chuckle softly, but you decided to see how long it would take him to realize.

+"What is it, babe? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, Bri, I just remembered a funny joke, that's all."

"Oh tell me, then."

"What’s the difference between a lawnmower and an electric guitar?"

"Hm?"

"You can tune a lawnmower!"

You both enjoyed the rest of the day swimming in the stream, sunbathing and eating the snack you brought. And Brian somehow still didn't notice.

Until it was time for you to get home.

You got in the car ("Open the window now, it's like in the oven in here!") and Brian looked into the rear-view mirror.

+"Hey, (Y/N), what the fuck is that? I love it."

Roger Taylor

So honestly it would probably happen during one of his concerts.

You were backstage watching the show, enjoying every second of it. Freddie was in the middle of shouting some (very inappropriate) compliments to Brian's ass, slapping his buttcheeks. The crowd immediately went wild hundreds of fans screamed in unison. You chuckled under your breath, flashing a white smile at your beloved boyfriend Roger and his bandmates. You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders. Surprised, you turned around, your eyes meeting Mary's.

+"What's up, kiddo?" she smirked and patted your back.

"Oh, nothing much. Just Freddie being Freddie," you replied, making both of you erupt with laughter.

Suddenly you felt a familiar feeling form in the pit of your stomach. Out of nowhere, your hands became shaky, your breath shallow and quick. Feeling like you need some fresh air, you excused yourself.

+"Are you sure you're okay, (Y/N)?" Mary watched you carefully, her hand supporting you in case you fainted.

"Yes, Mary, I just need some fresh air. I'm extremely tired, and I haven't eaten anything since this morning" you reassured your friend. "I'm just gonna sit outside for a while."

"Do you want me to come with you?" she asked, still not convinced about your well-being.

"Yes, I wouldn't want to spoil the gig for you. I'll be back before you know it" you squeezed her hand and, after promising her to be careful, you headed outside.

You took a walk alongside the small patch of lawn beside the exit. After taking a couple of deep breaths, you noticed some daisies grow in the green grass. Without thinking much, you sat down and started picking them up and tying their stems together.

Your fingers worked quickly, making a beautiful flower crown, mindlessly.

Meanwhile, on stage, the boys were singing She makes me - a song that reminded Roger of you. He quickly glanced to his right, expecting to see your beautiful figure standing with Mary. But, much to his surprise, he couldn't see you anywhere. It was no secret that his eyesight was shit but, bloody hell, it wasn't that bad. His blue eyes were searching for you, frantically.

When the song ended, he quickly motioned to Freddie to take a quick break, while he went to check up on you. He practically sprinted to Mary, almost knocking down his drumkit and John.

+"You dumb fuck, watch where you're going, Rog!"

Usually, Roger would reply with some snarky comment, but at that moment he really didn't care. When he reached Mary, he didn't even need to ask her about you. 

+"She's outside. Needed some fresh air" the girl shooked her head towards the exit. 

Roger quickly walked outside, knowing that he couldn't stall the audience for too long. But at the same time, he must have made sure you were all right.  

He got out of the building and searched for you. He spotted to sitting on a small patch of grass, holding a pretty flower crown in your hands. His heart ached at this sight. 

+"Hello, love" he whispered, kneeling next to you. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, I am, Rog" you kissed his cheek. "I just felt a bit off, that's all." 

You felt your boyfriend press a kiss to your hair. You smiled at the feeling, leaning into his touch. 

You finally placed the finished flower crown on his head, brushing away loose strands of sweaty hair from his face, your hand gently brushing his temple. He took your tiny hands in his and kissed your fingers.

+"Do you wanna go back in there, sweetheart?" he asked sweetly, looking deeply into your eyes.

You nodded and pecked his lips, "Of course, Rog, I wouldn't want to miss any more of your show."

He smiled and lead you inside, placing his hand on the small of your back. You returned to Mary and wished your boyfriend good luck. 

Roger kept the flowers on his head throughout the whole gig, sending you a dashing smile and winking at you every now and again.

I just think Roger would look sososo pretty in a flower crown.

John Deacon

It was a lovely afternoon in London. You and your fiancé John decided to take a walk after the whole day in the studio, recording songs.

Taking a walk in a nearby park was a great way to destress and release the tension accumulated during the day. It was something John realized pretty early on in your relationship and took full advantage of it. He loved wandering along the pebbled pathways that swirled around beautiful trees and bushes full of colourful flowers. Being in the presence of nature made him feel at ease and helped him relax.

But the real reason why he enjoyed your walks so much was you. He adored seeing your face light up with joy when you saw a squirrel run up a branch of an old oak or when you spotted a particularly beautiful fish in the small pond. He could watch you pick up fallen leaves for ages and hear you talk to little kids in a playground, showing them the shiny rocks you collected along the way.

To be honest, he always dreamt about starting a family with you and seeing you get along with kids so well only increased that desire.

Often after a walk, he was in the mood™, which, considering his shy nature, always took you by surprise.

Oh man, he just loved taking a walk in the park.

And today was no different.

You were walking hand in hand, admiring the blossoming flowers. Occasionally, you would stop and pick them up, making a small bouquet in the process. White daisies, pink clovers and blue forget-me-nots accumulated with every step you took.

John was telling you about the new idea he had for a song, kissing your cheek every now and again.

Listening to him, you started to fiddle with the flowers, tying them in knots. After a while ("And then, I think, we could include a gong, you know?") you were done with your creation.

You put the flowers on John's head and kissed his temple.

+"What's that, darling?" he asked you, surprised.

"Nothing, but I think you look sensational, my love" you replied, smiling innocently.

You felt John's hand bring you closer to him. He kissed you, entangling his long and incredibly skilled fingers in your hair. The kiss soon turned into more heated one.

+"I'll show you how sensational I really am, pretty girl."

Freddie Mercury

So with Freddie, it was probably at one of his parties.

He invited you along to have a drink with him and his bandmates.

You usually weren't the one for big and loud parties, but he kept asking you and you gave in.

+"Oh okay, Fred, I'll do it," you said after the twentieth time he had asked you.

"Fantastic, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, loudly clapping his hands. "Just remember to wear a costume."

But you didn't really want to dress up in fancy dresses or costumes from different eras. Calling Mary, you asked her for advice and she told you to just wear some accessories.

So before the party, you went to a small flower shop and bought a small bouquet of purple lilacs. At home, you made a flower crown, hoping that dressing up as a nymph would be enough.

When you got to Freddie's house, you were greeted by a crowd of people in colourful skirts and suits with fashionable patterns. That's when you found Freddie, Roger, Brian and John, chilling on a couch with their dates.

+"Oh, (Y/N), you look marvellous, darling!" exclaimed Freddie dressed as a king, while he stood up to embrace you in a warm hug.

"Thank you, Fred, I made it myself" you smiled shyly.

You got some champagne and joined the conversation.

Suddenly, you felt a pat on your shoulder, and, when you turned around, you saw Freddie holding out a hand to you, asking you to dance with him. You gladly accepted and got up. 

+"I really meant it, darling. You do look marvellous tonight" he whispered in your ear.

"Thank you, Freddie, you can have it if you'd like" you sent him a warm smile.

You took off his golden crown and set it aside. Gently taking off the flower crown from your head, you placed it on top of Fred's. He beamed at you and put his own crown on top of your head.

+"Now you rule here, darling."

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[changguscomet]

Hi Ran, your Fantasy Friend has whooshed into your askbox :D ahahaha I mostly watched the Finale for the performances, saw the results and decided I don't really need to watch the subbed version 😂 one day when I'm ready for it, I might just watch it ;;

Kim Youngbin sir .... he is currently ruining our SF9 bias list 😂 not that I mind 😳

9 version was STUNNING, it might just be my overall favorite (S version has been defeated by 9 version for me HAHA) I love all the Inseong pictures! Especially S and F version, there's just something about Inseong in F version 😳😳😳 WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE HIGHLIGHT MEDLEY??? Do you have a favorite already? We got to see more of SF9 in the different concepts, I thought that was so cool!

Yeah Eunwoo is in Astro! Oh you were SO SMART to watch rtk after it finished 😭 watching it while it was happening was pain, especially during that one Pentagon performance ... I cry just thinking about it 😭😭 the Heroine stage with oneus is also my fave! It was great, I think it should've been first but oh well 😂 the Kill this Love stage was AMAZING!! At least you became a deobi after it, that's always fun 🥺 TBZ are so talented and all their rtk stages are iconic!!!!

AND NO OH MY GOD THAT'S NOT WEIRD AT ALL!!!! I also LOVE baking 🥺 now I feel like making a raspberry lemon cake, I need to try it 😂😂 what is your favorite/go-to baking good?

I hope your day is going great, I'm sending you lots of good vibes :)💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

“whooshed” that’s so cute omg 🥺 okay that’s fair actually- I feel like if/when I watch the finale again I’ll just skip through and watch the sf9 and ikon parts because they’re the only groups I really care about 🤡 ALSO- I don’t know if you’re a kdrama fan but I’m planning on starting a new one and I was thinking of watching one of the ones with an sf9 member in it, if you have any recommendations that would be helpful (whether they involve sf9 or otherwise 👀)

9 is really nice too !! but agreed, inseong’s f version photo has me feeling some type of way - looking that good should be illegal 😳 I had to listen to the highlight melody like 3 times because I was too focused on their faces whoops 😅 but I’m excited for tear drop of course (especially after the mv teaser today - what did you think of it?) and off my mind !!! I’m also really glad believer’s on the album because that’s my emotional support kpop song 🥺

oh god don’t remind me of that pentagon performance, as someone who ults pentagon it was just,,, too much for my emotions 😭 I agree !! that heroine stage was great - changmin was my first tbz bias mainly because of that stage 👉👈

you definitely should !! I don’t think I’ve ever tried making a raspberry lemon cake tbh- lemon on its own, yes 🤩 I like making sugar cookies in weird shapes - I made daisy ones when pentagon got their first win, and then I made frog shaped ones a while back because of naughty boy - I should make some more, preferably inspired by an sf9 song 🤔

#I hope you’re having a good day too !!! bless your soul 🥺 #fantasy friend ✨

[mrsedmercer]

Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader fanfic) Part 15: ~Louder~

Summary: While the Stream was a complete success, a late night surprise makes a new beginning arise for the couple, but is it a good beginning?

Warnings: Thunderstorms.

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 1'358

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife

As expected, after you finished one of the cups, Tom picked up the 2nd controller. He's played some of the much older Mario Karts before, but this one was much different.

"So, did you play the first one?" You asked, picking your character.

"I did, and I...cannot say I recognize many of the characters.." Tom admitted with a soft chuckle.

"Well, who do you recognize?" You asked, leaning back against your chair.

Tom took a moment to think. "Well, there's Mario, obviously.." He spoke, pronouncing it as 'Mare-io' and not 'Mar-io'.

"And his brother...uhh.." He closed his eyes for a moment. "Don't tell me...L-Luigi?.." He looked at you for approval, smiling when you gave him a nod. "Okay, and then that's the princess...who's that red princess?"

"That's Daisy." You replied.

"Daisy? Is she from a Mario game?" He asked, smiling a bit when he noticed some people in the chat making fun of him. "Chat, I know I'm old. I'm very sorry."

"You're not old." You chuckled.

"I'm almost 40, (Y/N)."

"You're not even turning 38 for a couple months. You're..." You almost complimented him. God, the last thing you want is for your fans to ship you two together, especially since your...growing relationship is supposed to be on the down low. If your fans start shipping you, the press will start shipping you, only they wouldn't call it shipping.

"You're not old. That's all I'm sayin'.."

The chat agreed with you, being flooded with compliments on Tom's appearance. Now that it's been about a half an hour, people on Tumblr and such have probably been linking the stream on a bunch of Tom fan pages, so most of the people in chat are more so fans of him rather than of you. You were getting a lot more subs today, though. Maybe his fans were becoming yours, too!

"Daisy is from Super Mario Land." You replied. "Princess of Sarasaland."

"That does not sound like a place in Mario.." Tom chuckled. "And who's this blue princess?"

"That's Rosalina. She's, like, Princess of the Galaxy."

"Is she from Mario as well?"

"Yeah. She's from Super Mario Galaxy."

"Is everyone here from a Mario game?"

"No, a couple people on the bottom row aren't. Like Link and the Villager.."

"Why are they in the game?"

"Cause they're Nintendo characters."

"And this is a Nintendo game?"

"Yes, on the Nintendo Switch."

"Okay. That..." He chuckled. "That makes sense, I suppose.."

Your little banter there was cute to the chat. You saw them talk about it as Tom picked his own character.

You helped him customize his Kart and such and let him pick the stage. He wasn't too bad at the game, but he definitely wasn't any closer to getting to 1st, like you easily could. He was pretty helpful up around in 8th place, though, and he learned a lot from you and from the chat. He really liked talking to the chat. Streaming was a whole new experience for him and he was having an absolute blast. He could probably read faster than you, as he pointed out certain chats that you didn't even catch. You enjoyed watching him talk with not just his fans, but yours as well. Your audience. They could tell he enjoyed your company, and you definitely enjoyed his.

You streamed for a couple hours into the night, switching from Mario Kart to a different Switch game before ending the stream. Tom showed clear interest in joining you on your next stream. Maybe having him along would make it a little easier to stream at a reasonable time. You know you wouldn't want him awake past 4am, like you have in the past.

After all of the equipment had been turned off, you turned to Tom with a soft smile.

"Have fun?" You ask, getting up from your seat. "I really did. That was a lot of fun.." Tom grinned, getting up and putting his chair away. He noticed the time, and was pretty surprised to see that it was already 2am. He doesn't normally stay up this late, at least not willingly.

"I didn't even realize how late it was.."

"Yeah. It's about time to get ready for bed.." You replied with a little stretch. You moved to your drawers to get your pajamas out, expecting to hear him leave, but instead you heard him approach you. You turned around after closing the cupboard, smiling at Tom.

"I suppose I should be heading back to my room.." Tom spoke to you. Before you could say anything, you heard the sound of rain outside your open window, and a slight cold chill. The rain sounded thick, rather suddenly. It surprised you and Tom. Tom found the rain relaxing, but when the sound of thunder came shortly after, you got visibly anxious, and he noticed.

"Does the thunder scare you?.." Tom asked you, taking a step close to take your hand.

You blushed shyly. "I know, what kind of adult is scared of a little lightning, right?.." You joked, trying to make light of the situation. You visibly flinched when the lightning crashed hard outside, his hand holding yours slightly tighter.

"Do you wish to sleep with me in my bed tonight?" He asked you.

"Me? I-I don't want to i-invade your personal space.." You admitted, trying your best to appear calm, but he could tell how you were really feeling, how anxious the sudden weather change had made you.

"You won't be invading my personal space. Besides, gives me an excuse to ask you to join me for bed.." He gave you a soft, comforting smile, a little sigh escaping you. He made you smile.

"Okay..." You nodded with a shaky smile. He let go of your hand.

"I'll let you get some jammies on.." He spoke, gently kissing your hand before stepping out of the room.

You let out another little sigh, this time one of relief and calmness. You didn't necessarily fear thunder and lightning, but when it gets really loud like this, you can't help but feel really uneasy and anxious, unable to sleep whatsoever. You felt relieved you'd be able to spend the night in Tom's arms. Maybe that would help. You were sure it would.

You got into some of your comfiest pajamas before moving into Tom's room, seeing him already sat up in his own bed. He didn't have a shirt on, but you assumed he had pajama pants on. You closed his door and joined him under the covers, frowning when you heard more thunder.

"I'm right here.." Tom reassured you, resting his hand on yours.

"I'm sorry you have to keep checking up on me all the time.." You frowned a bit. Tom tilted his head. "Checking up on you?" He repeated. "I like taking care of you."

"You don't think it's, y'know...pathetic?" You asked, flinching with a slight shaky breath when lighting crashed down louder. You immedietly curled up to Tom, feeling his strong arms wrap around you warmly, securely.

"It's not pathetic to need comfort every now and again.." Tom replied. "You could go to anyone for said comfort, but I'm glad you choose to let me. I really do like helping you."

You blushed a bit, looking up to look at him. He gazed back at you with a warm smile, gently kissing you forehead.

"I prefer having you here, anyways.." Tom admitted. "When we're tired and the day is done, we fall asleep together, and wake up together. It's...nice."

"Hey, I prefer your bed over mine.." You admitted with a soft smile, getting a little chuckle from Tom.

"Then I suppose I'll have to make it our bed." Tom added.

"I suppose you would.." You gave a friendly smirk, getting another little peck on the forehead before you two cuddled close.

Whether or not this is just a beneficial thing, you truly enjoy his company. You're really starting to feel a change between you two. A good change. A warm change, yet it's unclear if Tom is prepared for it.

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[onlystylesangels]

I Will Be There

Pairing: Harry x Character: (Ella)

Prompt: Where (Ella) texts Harry about how she's going to be horrible during her AMA'S performance. Harry then video chats her and they talk about it

Warnings: Fluff, supportive Harry, body image, a little cursing

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A/N: Hello! This was another idea I had and decided to finally write it.

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It's been months since Ella found out that she was going to be performing at an awards show.

The American Music Awards.

Ella has been petrified about being at the event altogether. She was excited that she was asked to perform her latest singles, but she was also going to be performing in front of so many other artists that she has admired for so long. She was nervous about what they would think of her.

Ella has been friends with Harry since one of her close friends invited her to go to this wedding she was invited to. Y/n went and there is where her friend introduced her to Harry Styles, the charming British lad that once worked at a bakery.

Ella and Harry then became very close and they always had contact with each other no matter what country they were at.

Currently, Harry was in London where he was resting at the moment after touring for a whole year.

Ella was in California where she was lying in bed, her head wrapped up in a towel because she just came out of the shower. Soft music was heard from her Bluetooth speaker that she had mounted on her nightstand.

She began texting Harry, telling him the big news that she was going to perform in less than a week at the AMA'S.

"Love. That's amazing! Congratulations."

_"I'm nervous though. What if I sound terrible and what if they make up stories about me that I can't _sing or I didn't dress appropriately."

"Love, you are going to be fine."

"I can't do it Harry."

"Hold on Ella"

Ella waited for a couple of minutes until she received a video call from Harry. She smiled at the picture she had his contact as, him puckering his lips wearing his pink Gucci glasses.

"Can you hear me pet?" Harry's voice rang out, as his face started to shift and discolor for a bit until he stopped moving around and his face was still.

"Harry?"

Harry smiles, showing off his dimple

"Yes love. Its me."

"Why FaceTime? We were just texting."

"I like FaceTime better. I wanted to talk to you face to face."

Ella touched her chest, feeling touched by Harry's little response.

"I wanted to say that no matter what happens at your performance it's only going to last for three or four minutes. Don't overthink it, while you're up on that stage you'll get nervous, yes, I'm not going to lie about that. But once you finish performing you're gonna wish it never ends, but it always does."

Ella let that sink in her head, as she imagined hearing the praising and claps from the audience and seeing smiling people bobbing their heads to the beat of the music. You wanted to feel ready, but you were so close to being ready now that Harry made the performance seem as a regular performance in front of your fans or family.

You were ready this whole time, you just didn't want to make yourself think you were ready.

"Ella don't worry, I'm going to go the AMA'S I'm going to be backstage and I will be there if something happens or if you feel self-conscious. I'll be there for you Ella, I won't allow you to feel alone because I'm going to be with you."

Ella frowns and she remembers that Harry was on break after he finished his world tour. He can't go, there is no humanely way that Ella will allow Harry to travel down to California just so he can be with her.

"Harry you can't come. The AMAS is during your break. I'm not going to let you come and see me. I don't want you to interrupt your vacation just for me. "

He shakes his head, closing his eyes for a bit and opening them, "You can't stop me love, I'll make it, don't worry okay? I don't want you to worry about me, just relax okay I'll be fine."

Deep inside you were regretting telling Harry about the show you were going to perform, but at the same time you wanted to see someone from the crowd that wouldn't be judging you.

 Flashback

“Does she really think she has a good voice for the boss? Look at her, she’s short and ugly.”

Ella would constantly hear the other girls banter about her and how she looked. She always felt self-conscious about her body and especially her face. She was wanting to change her face and add more definition to her body as well, but her sister stopped her from choosing to change her beautiful features.

“Ella, you don’t have to change your face to stop the people from talking about your face and body. Don’t pay attention to them, they’re just jealous because you’re one of the lucky ones that got signed off with a record deal and look at your nose, honey we have the same nose, why do you want to change your nose?”

“I am tired of hearing them talking about my face how they always tell me how my eyebrows are ugly and that my body is my obstacle because I’m… fat.”

“Baby, you’re not fat stop saying you’re fat. You’re beautiful the way you are and there is no one that will change that. Because if you change how you look, you are changing to look like the person that the people want to see you be, but once you change your body you’re not going to recognize yourself you’re going to feel as if there is a stranger in your body. You’re not going to feel as yourself.”

_But her sister didn’t understand how she felt when those girls would criticize her about her looks and how they constantly told her to fuck off and leave the building where she was training her voice where she was determined to become a famous singer or to become someone. Ella just wanted to be noticed for once. _

“I just want them to stop Daisy, I can’t take their judgments anymore, I hate hearing them talk about my body and I just want to change it so they can finally stop talking about me for once.” Ella sighed out, wiping away the tears that started to fall down her peachy, freckled cheeks.

“I know darling, but you can’t just decide to change your body because you want people to stop talking about you. If you want to change the way your body looks you have to do it for yourself to be happy not to make someone else feel happy. Remember it’s your body, you’re going to feel the pain, but them… they aren’t going to feel any pain because it’s not their body. So if you change your body, you’re not going to be benefiting yourself, you’re just going to be another victim of theirs.” Daisy emphasized, cupping her little sister’s cheeks and kissing her forehead giving her reassurance that she wasn’t alone, that she had someone to be there for her and that she was never going to leave her side until she finally admitted that she doesn’t have to change for anyone’s liking.

Flashback ended

  “Love? Did you hear me?” Ella came back to the present where she was seated on the mattress of her bed, forgetting that she was facetiming with Harry.

“Sorry Harry. Did you say something?”

“It’s all right. You’re getting a little sleep eh?”

“A little Harry. Sorry I wasn’t paying attention to you, I got uh… distracted.”

“It’s fine love. I’ll text you or you can text me… whichever works.” Harry smiles and looks down, showing off his beautiful dimples that Ella loved so endearingly.

“Yea, yea. Maybe tomorrow? We’ll see Harry.”

Ella stared at her computer screen as she remembered the first time they met at that party and how he was like a magnet, pulling in anyone that was affected by his beautiful charm, and aura. That was his gift, he always managed to pull anyone that felt interested in knowing this lean, tall green-eyed man that at first looks intimidating, but once you talk to him he is nothing, but a big stuffed bear that you could cuddle with every day.

 The comfortable silence brought Harry back as he was also distracted staring at Ella’s freckled cheeks, he found her cheeks his favorite facial feature on her face, reminding him of the many little stars that stare back down on him every night.

Harry breaks the silence by clearing his throat which cause Ella to come back from her deep thoughts, as she stared at Harry’s pink heart-shaped lips as he was speaking,

“Love, it’s getting a bit late. Im’a leave ya so you could rest up for your day tomorrow, yea?” Harry asked, as he was rubbing his eyes himself, showing that he was also tired from the long talk.

“Yea. I should get to sleep, I just lost track of time. Sorry if I kept you up.” Ella apologized, covering her mouth as a yawn escaped her lips.

“Don’t apologize love, it’s actually already morning here, I couldn’t quite fall asleep, I kept overthinking over somethin’. But thank you for texting, I would’ve still be up doin’ nothin’.”

“Harry! You never mentioned it was morning there already. I forgot that London is eight hours ahead. I’m so sorry Harry, I’m going to leave you so you can get your rest. Good night Harry.”

“Don’t be sorry Ella. It felt good to talk to you again. We should do this again some other day, maybe tomorrow, or… I mean when you can or if you want to do this again.” Harry stuttered out, as Ella smiled finding Harry being cute, stuttering trying to be understood by her.

“Yes Harry. I enjoyed this very much, especially your company. Good night Harry, dream of your lucky stars.” Ella finished off, as she watched Harry smile again showcasing his infamous dimples,

“Good night love, dream of your many desired dreams, I’ll see you real soon Ella.” He farewelled, as Ella smiled, but her smile disappeared when she saw the video call come to an end when Harry pressed the little red button on the screen and her screen was replaced with a black, empty space.

A/N: Hey! Let me know what you thought of this one, and feel free to go to my ask box, or message me if you want! I would love to hear what you thought. Much love -A.❤💓

P.S. (Let me know if you want this to be a series or not. okay that's it im going now.)

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I've just recently in the past few years gotten more into musical theater, so I have a lot to learn. I'm not a singer or anything, but I like to watch and listen. Also, I have to randomly ask something. Why the heck did " Glee" have Brian Stokes Mitchell on the show and not let him sing more? What a waste. Ha ha. What are some really underrated musicals?

That’s awesome! Nah man, you don’t have to be a singer to get into/like musical theater! We actually need more people to appreciate musical theater who don’t participate, honestly. Same with opera, but that’s another story I know no one here wants to get into lol.

Who knows, man? I mean, they had Victor Garber on and didn’t have him sing and fucking Cheyenne Jackson!!!! Even The Real O’Neals had Cheyenne sing!!!! And he was on one ep of that unlike being in several episodes like he was for glee.

Okay, so as I said, I’m a bit of an MT hipster. So I like a lot of weird shit lol. A not very detailed list is below, with some notes by yours truly lol. Sorry that this got so long omfg

Bat Boy - based on the Daily News articles, this chronichles the story of a bat boy found in a cave in West Virginia. He’s taken to the local vet, and while everyone in town just wants the doctor to kill him, the vet’s wife wants to take care of the teen, who she names Edgar, and teach him how to behave. The doctor kind of goes crazy and their daughter, Shelly, falls for Edgar. A lot of the parts in the show outside of the family are double casted, and it’s honestly hilarious and also makes me cry by the end, poking a lot of fun at “Christian Charity” (that’s the name of one of the songs that also gets a reprise) and the like. It’s extra loved by me for featuring the impeccable Kerry Butler (the original Penny in Hairspray, female lead in Xanadu, Catch Me If You Can...the ageless girl wonder)Reefer Madness - the Off-Broadway production opened the weekend of 9/11, which definitely effected its possible success. It’s, of course, based off the ridiculous propaganda film of the same name, though it takes it a bit farther and pokes fun at all of it and even more of the racist/sexist attitudes of the 1930s. While all/most of the others I’m talking about here only have CDs and maybe some bootlegs, this one has a movie version!!!! That actually is almost 100% like the stage version (at least based on what I saw). The movie features Kristen Bell as Mary Lane, the part she originated, and also features Alan Cumming and the forever under-appreciated Ana Gasteyer and Amy Spanger. Side Show - you can debate which version is better, but whether you prefer the original cast or the 2014 revival that changed some of the story to make it more accurate, it’s absolutely amazing. A musical based (loosely) off the true story of the conjoined Hilton twins who made a career of their oddity by working in freak shows, vaudeville, and even a few movies, though they were all critically panned. Features some of the best duets for female voices (most famously “Who Will Love Me As I Am?” and “I Will Never Leave You”). The original has Alice Ripley as one of the twins (Violet, and while I still think she screams a lot, she does a great job), and Norm Lewis as Jake. If you ever want to cry, just listen to his big song “You Should Be Loved” or the above duets. Or just read about the Hilton’s lives because it’s so depressing and the musical doesn’t even touch on that. I’m forever sad this never gets awards or the long runs it deserves. It should also be noted that Alice and her fellow twin, Emily Skinner (Daisy Hilton), were nominated together for the Tony.[title of show] - okay, this show is just...fucking........hilarious. “It’s a musical about two guys writing a musical about two guys writing a musical...” Just a lot of silly fun and also some great quotes, like “I’d rather be nine people’s favorite thing than a hundred people’s ninth favorite thing.” It also points out a lot of flaws in Broadway, like the lack of original musicals and how there are waaaaaaaay too many musicals based off movies lol. It’s a four person cast, all of whom are named after the people who originated the roles, and it manages to be just so funny and still inspirational and such a joy to listen to.Zanna, Don’t! - okay. so I get why most “oppressed group written as oppressors” stories are awful, like that whole “save our pearls” book or w/e that happened a few years back. But Zanna, Don’t was written by a gay man who just wanted to write some musicals with fun, catchy love songs for gay couples. So, in this world, being gay is the norm and straight people are the hated group. Zanna is an actual fairy (in high school) who matches up everyone in his town and never actually remembers to pair himself up with anyone. So when a straight A student and the quarterback of the football team fall in love...well, it finds a way to be cute, funny, and poignant all in one. Features Queer Eye “culture vulture” Jai Rodriguez in the title role and the show should get extra points for the line “what kind of world would this be if the football star wasn’t the lead in the musical??”In the Heights - not necessarily underrated so much as it’s just forgotten in Hamilton’s success. This tells the day in the life of people in Washington Heights. It also features a completely diverse cast and, imo, has some catchy songs that outdo some of Hamilton. If you don’t bawl while singing along to “Breathe” while stressing about failing at college/your dreams, what do you even do with your spare time? That used to be my most common activity.The Unauthorized Autobiography of Samantha Brown - Idk if I can truly say it’s underrated since it really hasn’t been on Broadway so it’s never had a chance to get known...plus I think it’s popular among actual theater performers, but not enough of musical fans know about this. A lot of theater kids probably know “Freedom” and “Run Away With Me”, as the duet is a great choice for two women and shows a ton of depth/vocal prowess, while the solo can show a very tender male voice, but the show is more than those songs or “The Proposal” or “The Girl Who Drove Away”. The story starts with Sam sitting in her car. She’s supposed to be driving to college, but she’s fantasizing about driving away. She conjures up her best friend, Kelly, in her mind, and Kelly convinces her to relive her senior year and figure out why she wants to leave. You eventually find out Kelly died that year, and along the way you learn about Sam’s college applications, her boyfriend, and how lost she felt all year, all while still trying to learn how to drive. It’s so moving, and, honestly, “Freedom” is still a jam and probably does deserve to be one of the most famous songs from the show. The show might also inspire you to run away so...watch out for that. The bootleg I have is what inspire my love for Melissa, quite literally, since I had stopped watching g/lee at the time. The Boy from Oz - one of the better done jukebox musicals, since it focuses on the writer of those songs, and also is the best role Hugh Jackman will ever have. I’m sure a lot of people on my dash are familiar with Chris’ version of “Not the Boy Next Door” on g/lee. If you like it, you should check out Hugh performing that at the Tony’s. Anyways, it tells the life story of Peter Allen, whose songwriting credits include the above song, “I Honestly Love You”, and “Don’t Cry Out Loud”. He met Judy Garland and, of course, then met and married her daughter, Liza Minelli. I will never praise Stephanie J. Block’s Liza enough, she is perf. And, again, Hugh is flawless, and he originated the part both in Australia (Peter Allen’s home country) and then on Broadway. Getting to see the original cast in this was one of the highlights of my life.

That’s it for now. I’d also suggest checking out some classics. I didn’t put it on the list since it’s not underrated, but the original cast of Sweeney Todd is the best thing you could ever listen to - Victor Garber in his prime and Angela Landsbury is the forever best interpretation of Mrs. Lovett, #notsorry Patti. The movie version directed by Tim Burton and starring Johnny Depp is truly a disgrace compared to the actual version which has a legal taped version available for your viewing pleasure! You can see why it’s performed in opera houses nowadays!!! Though the video sadly doesn’t  have the original Anthony (Victor Garber) and the Johanna is bad...not that I’ve heard a Johanna I truly like. Rodgers and Hammerstein should at least be somewhat known, though a lot of their stories are like...gross. But Sondheim is pretty damn solid -- and if you didn’t know, he wrote the lyrics for Gypsy and West Side Story. A lot of people seem to not know that, but like he was making some big strides long before Company was a hit. Which also deserves a listen

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