#i am head over heels for her. geniunely.

[sleepys-sunny-garden]

i think if aphrodite was a person she would be my girlfriend

[nayeluvr]

Switched! — parent trap who?

Pairing Popstar!Bahiyyih x Princess!reader

Summary In which the popstar is tired of her stressful life, and the princess is tired of her boring life, so what do they do when they meet at a concert? Switch lives of course!

Warnings cursing

w.c 1.1k

masterlist

sitting down on the cool metal steps of the stage, hiyyih placed her head in her hands, keeping her head between her knees to calm down the nausea building up from the adrenaline loss. it was during the concert’s break period so people could get drinks, mingle with crowd-goers, and go to the bathroom. 

unfortunately, for hiyyih, this was time for those with backstage passes to come around and meet her. as much as she loved her fans and performing, she was tired, and wished she could have a break that was longer than a week of alone time.

there was a small commotion down the hall leading to where hiyyih was and she straightened up, putting a bright grin on her face.

“oh! no, sir, um, i didn’t buy backstage tickets! i'm not supposed to be back here!” were the words that reached hiyyih's ears first, making the pinkette tilt her head in confusion. a heeled foot finally stepped into view, then a pink-cheeked and nervous face peered around the corner before fully stepping into view,

"um, hi, so, i didn't but backstage tickets, but the security guard brought me here. i'm sorry for the inconvenience," the girl said, bowing slightly, a sheepish look on her face. hiyyih chuckled, shaking her head, her two small pink braids falling away from her ponytail,

"don't worry about it, princess jang. anything for you, i suppose," hiyyih said, only meaning part of it, unable to keep the bitterness from her tone at the end of her words. y/n's jaw clenched a little, understanding the other girl's feelings, but not appreciating the words,

"i really don't like having people fall head over heels for me at any moment. i didn't ask for royalty," y/n said after a moment of wondering if she should say it. hiyyih's head shot up, deep brown eyes wide,

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be rude! it's just... i'm kind of tired of working all the time and then looking at twitter and seeing you get praise for doing nothing," she said, then drawing in a sharp breath as she realized she probably shouldn't tell her secrets to someone who could easily make it seem more like a spill of oil into the ocean rather than a spill of hushed words.

"it's fine, hiyyih. anyways, now that i have the opportunity, i suppose, i can tell you something i've always wanted to!" y/n started, looking around nervously to see if the guard was still there, "okay, 1. i'm a huge fan and i love all your music so much! 2. we have similar problems, no? just switched (🤭). so, how about we, ya know, switch places? pull a parent trap type scheme."

hiyyih chuckled, waving off the praise before she registered the 2nd part, "i'm sorry, what? switch placrs? how? we look nothing alike?" 

y/n grinned, her eyes glinting with mischief, reaching into her concert essentials bag, "well, i'm certainly glad i brought this now!" she exclaimed, brandishing the pure white, covered in stickers, sceptre that was her wand. she gave it a little shake and glitter that wasn't there before fell to the floor, a soft twinkling sound coming from it.

"o-oh, okay. that's certainly a wand! but, what am i going to do with that? how would that plastic thing help us?" hiyyih asked, geniunely perplexed. she never would have guessed the literal princess would ever believe, let alone partake in, magic.

"ah, yes. so! it's simple, i wave this little wand around, and then you turn into me, and i turn into you! of course, the wand will be kept with me and it'll turn into a sparkly mic instead, far less conspicuous," y/n explained, haphazardly shaking the sceptre around, making hiyyih wince with every drop of glitter and every small twinkling chime.

mulling over her options and how, if this was true, hiyyih would have everything she wanted, and apparently so would the princess. hiyyih looked up through her lashes, giving a half-smile to the girl in front of her, before nodding,

"yea, sure, what the hell," she conceded, standing up, watching as the princess in front of her grinned and bounced a little on her heels. 

"yay!"

y/n waved her sceptre over hiyyih's body, and hiyyih felt all tingly, looking to down to see pastel pink sparkles covering her from head to toe. 

after the sparkles went away, hiyyih rusher over to the nearest mirror, before frowning as her own reflection stared back at her,

"what the fuck? i look the same?" she asked, poking her own cheek in the mirror. y/n giggled, and a flash was all hiyyih could see from the corner of her eye before y/n's phone was being shoved in her face. sure enough, there was y/n standing in front of the mirror.

hiyyih took a shocked step back, bewildered and amazed,

"this... this is incredible! i... i can't believe this is actually happening!" she exclaimed, patting down her body frantically.

y/n laughed, "just wait until you see it from an outsider's perspective," she said before waving the wand over her own body, and, quicker than it felt, her features morphed into those of hiyyih for a second until y/n's original form flickered through and the princess remained standing in front of her. 

"so, do we sound like each other, too?" hiyyih asked, worried she'd have to fake a voice all day and night. y/n nodded while doing a so-so motion,

"we sound like ourselves to each other, but not to others. don't ask me how it works, because even i don't know. this wand is olde rthan me by, like, 10 generations," she said, shrugging. hiyyih just nodded, slightly dazed from the sudden turn the night had taken. 

"so! i'll go up and perform the rest of the setlist, and you can find yourself your new chauffer in the front of the stadium in parking lot b," y/n said, fake curtsying to the girl that now had her face, before stepping onto the steps leading to the stage.

she turned to look at hiyyih, casting her a quick wink and the blow of a kiss, a born entertainer, "au revior, and good luck!" 

Taglist — @remiee send an ask to be added!!

[teatimecrumpetsandsugar]

Hey! :D So, just saw that your requests are open, so I thought I could tell you this very cheesy idea of mine for a Lance x Reader fanfiction (either female or gender neutral pronounces are fine; it's all supposed to play in a modern setting, by the way): So, the reader and Lance are going to the same college, and are sharing a flat. Evertyhing is cool, until Lance realizes that he had developed some geniune feelings for the reader, and screams to Hunk about. After talking for a little while, he comes up with these big romantic plans in order to confess his feelings as cheesy and sweet as possible. However, not everything that you plan will also work out that way. So, instead of being able to confess his feelings in the way he wants to, he instead accidentally confesses his love on a lazy Sunday while they are playing video games. But guess what? The reader doesn't mind one bit because they've been in love with this boy as long as they can remember? Thanks for hopefully taking my requests and have a nice day. :3 (That got longer than I thought it would lmao)

I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCCHHHH MMMMMMM IMPROMPTU CONFESSIONS MAKE ME SOSSOSOSOSOOSOS HAPPY OFC OFC

Okok before I get too carried awayyy, I just wanna say that I really, really love this request and all the genuine fuzzies that come with it uGh it's so sweet!

As always, if I don't touch upon the prompt correctly or you're dissatisfied, I'd be more than happy to rewrite it! :) Take care, and I hope you enjoy!

Also also, I decided to give the reader she/they pronouns to satisfy both pronoun requests! I hope that's okay! :D

/                                                                                                            \

Typically, on a Saturday morning, Hunk would be up sometime after 11 AM, drinking hot chocolate with the little marshmallows and eating pancakes covered in syrup- sweet things to encourage a sweet day, he'd once told someone happily. Typically, he wouldn't be up before then, and he wouldn't be trying to talk down Lance during that time.

Unfortunately, this is not a typical Saturday morning.

"I'm really, really into her, Hunk! It's not fair that she gets to walk around, being all cute and fun and awesome and I have to be stuck here, pining hopelessly and breaking the one universal rule for having a roommate! There has to be some kind of law against being that cute somewhere!" 

Hunk drags a hand down his face, sighing wearily, “Then just talk to her. I still fail to see why you had to call me at 7 AM on a Saturday for this,” He pauses, eyes narrowing skeptically, “Why are you even up at 7 AM on a Saturday?”

“Hunk, I don’t want to mess this up. I think I might actually be... into her.” 

There’s a heavy pause as Hunk stares at the phone in disbelief, “Actually into her? Like- Like ‘if she rejected you, you’d cry’ into her?” 

Lance lets out a small sad noise at the thought, “Like ‘if they rejected me, I’d lay down on the floor right there and never get up’ into them. I think I might be in love with her, and I don’t know what to do.”

Hunk leans back in surprise, lips parting with uncertainty, “In love?” His tone is laced with trepidation, “That’s... a big word. And a big bundle of feelings I don’t think I can help you unpack this early on my day off.”

Lance lets out an exaggerated whine, “I know! I just- I wanted to-” He pauses, searching for the words, “This is gonna sound really, really, pathetically lame-”

“-Lance, you know I literally couldn’t judge you if I tried-”

“-I wanted to plan out a confession.”

Hunk opens his mouth to speak again, but nothing comes out. He genuinely has no words- it’s terrifying to think about Lance being this committed to anything, really.

He tries again, opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to find the words, “That’s... I... Wow,” He laughs a little, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the counter, “You’re really serious?”

Lance exhales softly, “I’ve never been this serious about anything in my life.”

Hunk sighs, running his fingers through his hair, “Okay, but just know; if I help you with this, you’re not allowed- literally not allowed- to break her heart within a week.”

Lance scoffs indignantly, “How little do you think of me?”

Hunk raises an eyebrow, fully aware that Lance can’t see him, letting the silence answer for him.

“Fine, fine- I suppose you’re not completely wrong in saying that. Still stings, though.”

/ /                                                                                                        \ \

“I’m actually going to slaughter you, Lance! You’re so bad at this, what the heck?” You toss your head back as he dies in the game, cackling in delight, “Come on- that was so easy!”

Lance’s fingers fumble idly with the controls, a non-committal response falling from his lips. He can’t take his eyes off of you, off the way your eyes crinkle at the corners and the way your hair falls into your face. Your slow smile, the way it pulled up languidly the closer you got to winning; the curve of your back as you lean back against the couch.

At the lack of protest from your roommate, you turn and meets his gorgeous, cobalt blue eyes. Your smile slowly falls, gaze completely transfixed on his own as your lips part slightly, drawing his eyes down to them.

He says your name, softly, heart stuttering in his chest at the sudden realization that he really wants to kiss you right now.

“Yeah, Lance?” You reply quietly, slowly drifting closer, “What is it?”

He exhales shortly, chest aching with the fear of rejection, and a flush starts to creep up his throat. He splutters out an attempt at speaking, and you laugh, throwing your head back again and brightening the air in the room in one fell swoop.

For a second, he laments the loss of the moment, but your head comes back down as quick as it went up, face suddenly even closer than it was before as you ask the very question that had been on his mind, “Can I kiss you, Lance?”

He hesitates a moment, remembering the plan he had, but then he looks at the bright smile on your face and realizes there probably won’t ever be a better moment to kiss you for the first time, “Yes.”

You surge forward, pressing a hand to the back of his neck and drawing him into a sweet, innocent kiss. His heart soars, mind racing and drawing to a complete halt all at once as he parts his lips against yours, hands cupping your face reverently.

You taste of what butterflies sound like, lips sweet and slightly chapped against his own, and he can’t quite breathe right, drowning in you yet utterly unwilling to come up for air. You laugh lightly against his lips, causing his own bright laughter to bubble up from his chest- soon, you’re both just a silly mess of laughter, foreheads leaning together gently.

“This was... not according to plan.” You make a soft noise of confusion, and his heart skips a beat at the realization that he just ratted himself out.

He tries to take it back, blushing profusely as he stumbles over his words, but you only laugh, a mischievous smile curling at your lips, “What plan, Lance?”

He purses his lips, hesitating for a moment, before leaning in to kiss you again. ”Imagine a picnic in the park,” he murmurs against your lips, eyelashes fluttering gently against his cheekbones, “With homemade red velvet cupcakes and hot chocolate thermoses.”

You let your eyes fall shut, imagining the scene he’s painting with his words.

“We go to the playground at sunset, and I push you on the swing so you can touch the last rays of the sun as it falls,” He takes a soft, unsteady breath, and you fall further into the daydream with him, fingers curling around his wrists as he strokes his thumbs across your cheekbones, “At dusk, we start watching the stars, waiting for them to make themselves seen. Then, in the dead of night, when the stars are at their brightest...”

Lance’s voice trails off and your eyes blink open slowly, breaking the trance languidly, “What, Lance?”

He exhales softly, “I finally tell you that I’m in love with you.”

You watch as he holds his breath, heart racing in your chest when his words settle over your mind like a fog, “You’re in love with me,” You repeat softly, and he nods gently.

“You drive me crazy.” You laugh softly, tilting your head up and brushing the tip of your nose against his, “I drive you crazy? I’ve been head over heels in love with you for as long as I can remember, McClain.”

His eyes snap open in surprise, a delighted hoot parting ways from his lips, “You are? You’re in love with me? You love me? You love-”

He lets out a wet laugh, tears burning his waterline, and you laugh back, “Aw, you crybaby! I do- I love you-”

He kisses you again, cutting you off- he kisses you again and again and again, repeating over and over again that he loves you until you can’t breathe.

[sheismental]

I’m trying to sleep, you shithead. PART II

| part one |

Pairing: Jason Todd x female reader.

Summary: Your neighbor, Jason, decides to blast classic rock music at 3 am in the morning, and you’re not to keen on that.

Request:  Hi! Could you please do this au with Jason? I love classic rock and I feel like Jason would blast it. “it’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but sOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP YOU SHITHEAD”

Tagged: @natasha-baggins @lovingbabybird @queen-fighter @sarcasmismyfirstlove @cherrycat @agentsbarnes-parker @multifandombackpack @lampingtonthe3rd

WARNING: implied smut.

MASTERLIST

You’re overly exhausted when you return to your apartment, you unlock the door of your apartment and throw yourself in bed almost immediately. Your phone dings and you groan as you take your phone and check the message.

Clarissa: ‘Hey dumbass,,,get dressed, we are going out tonight xx’

You throw your head back into the pillow and groan, why did Clarissa pick out today - when all you wanted to do was sleep - out of all days.

You: ‘Forget it, Clary, i’m not in the mood.’

Clarissa: ‘It wasn’t a question tho?? there’s this nice ass bar and i got us some fine ass company for tonight. plEASE COME!.’

‘i will go to your house and bring you out, idc if you look like a witch, y/n.’

‘you have two hours, and we will pick you up.’

And the texts keep coming. You huff and stand up, glancing at the clock; 8:00pm, you had to look at least half decent tonight. No matter how tired you were and how much you wanted to strangle Clarissa. Clarissa was that co-worker that through the years became your friend, she was as lonely as you - Only difference is that she was looking for someone and you truly didn’t care.

You took a quick shower, and put on one of the nicest dress you owned; the skin tight red dress, Clarissa was very much familiar with it since you wore it everytime you two went out. You even take the time to curl your hair (a/n: if you have curly hair then it’s straighten) Once done with that you do your makeup and pair it with a red lipstick. 

Clarissa didn’t lie, at 10:00pm your phone starts ringing, she simply says ‘we are here’ and hangs up. You roll your eyes and walk out of your apartment in your black heels. As soon as you are out of the building, Clarissa whistles and motions you to twirl, you do it with a smug smile and then you see two guys besides her.

“You look hot!.” She compliments and kisses your cheek and you roll your eyes.

“You have seen me in this dress like a couple of hundred times.” You mumble and she chuckles.

“Yeah but they don’t know that.” She whispers in your ear and the turns to the two guys. “Okay Y/N, this is David Spellman and Isaiah Jones, they are our fine company tonight.” 

You mumble your hello’s. Clarissa couldn’t have picked worst dates, David looked like a total douchebag; Blond hair slicked back and that stupid cocky smile on his thin lips, and even worst he was clearly checking you out without any respect whatsoever. Isaiah wasn’t so bad, except for the fact that he was looking at Clarissa the entire time, his green eyes followed her everywhere. So there goes your chance of having a good time tonight.

You climb on the car which belonged to David, his cheap cologne filled the Porsche. You scrunch up your nose at the smell and try to make yourself comfortable on the leather seats. Your headache was only increasing and you simply hoped that the night will be over soon.

Arriving at the bar wasn’t much of a big fuss, when David’s hand touches your waist you flinch out of his touch, he notices this but keeps on trying to touch you in any way he can while you simply try to get out of his reach. 

The bar smelled like every other bar; Barf and beer. And although you weren’t a fan of that misxture your nostrils had become familiar with it. 

“Ohh let’s get some shots!.” Clarissa says excitedly and you nod feverishly, if alcohol could help make this night any faster you would certainly try it. 

“So Y/N...” David trails off and the mere sound of his voice makes you want to puke. You fake smile and hum. “What’s your favorite position?.” 

You want to slap him in the face so hard that it will make it rotate 360 degrees. 

“Excuse me?!.” You ask in disbelief. “Who do you think you are?.” You ask and he shrugs, with his drink in hand.

“It was a question! I was trying to get to know more about you-.”

“That’s not the way to do it.” You huff and share looks with Clarissa who looks at David disgustingly. 

You try to ignore it and turn back to face the bar. There’s a stage a couple of feet away and a crowd standing in front of it, you order a beer and drink it while you watch a band start to get ready on stage. You are so distracted by your thoughts when a cold hand touches your thigh, your eyes open wide and the beer slips off your hands, crashing on the ground with a thenderous sound causing many people turn to look at you. 

You turn to look at David (whose hand is still laying on your thigh), your face fillled with anger. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you!.” You yell and as you lift your hand to slap him, you are interrupted by a fist colliding with David’s left cheek - making him stumble backwards and falling onto the ground. Your mouth falls open.

“Don’t you ever touch a woman without her permission, understood you fucking idiot?!.” The man that hit David is kneeled beside him and he is grabbing him by the hair and shouting in his ear. David mumbles something and the man smashes David’s face against the ground. The man stands up and fixes his brown jacket before turning around. “Oh hello neighbor.” He smirks and your breath hitches.

“Ja-jason?.” You stutter and he nods. 

“Last time i checked that was my name.” He replies and approaches you, “You are still a little flustered, are you okay?.” He asks seriously, looking down at you, a geniune worried look on his face.

“I’m okay, i’m just trying to wrap my head around it.” You confess and let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. “I had it handled by the way but thanks.” You mumble and Jason snickers.

“I know you did, but i wanted to hit someone.” He replies and you stiffle a chuckle.”I can’t believe you would rather come to listen to the classic rock band with mister scumbag here-.” He points at David, who struggles to stand up. “-Than with me.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “This is the bar you told me about?.” He leans on the table of the bar and nods. “I had no idea, my friend dragged me here.” 

“Where’s your friend now?.” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“She probably left with her date.” You huff and order another beer.

Jason finally looks at you up and down and grins. “You clean up nice, neighbor.” He says and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Thanks for that god awful compliment, shithead.” You reply jokingly and take a sip of your beer. He clicks his tongue, and turns to face the bartender.

“Whiskey neat.” He blurts out, you take that time to stare at him. His brown leather jacket fits him perfectly, his biceps flex as he reaches for the glass of Whiskey and his white streaks fall on his forehead. “All jokes and unrequired sarcasm aside, you do look stunning Y/N.” He mumbles before taking a sip of Whiskey. You nod and something in your stomach turns.

“Thanks, Todd.” You mumble and look down at your hands. Jason bites his bottom lip. 

“Hey everyone! we are ‘Stick & Stones’ and we will be playing some classic rock tunes for you tonight, hope you enjoy.” 

The band starts playing ‘Sweet Emotion’ by Aerosmith and you chuckle to yourself.

“They are pretty good.” You mutter and Jason nods.

“I told you, they are amazing.” He says and glances at the band before looking at you. There are some bags under your eyes. “I’m sorry about yesterday.”

You turn to face him and cock an eyebrow. “For being a shithead?.”

He grins. “Yes for being a shithead, it takes a lot of restrain for me not to be one and yesterday i didn’t even try not to be one.” He says and you nod understandingly. “And, pissing you off has become a very entertaining thing to do.” He says chuckling and you grin.

“I can tell, i’m glad i’m so amusing to you.” You say sarcastically and he licks his lips, there was something about you that made him feel lees on edge, it was strange - he thought -. Talking to you was so different and calming. 

“How do yo do it?.” He asks and you look at him confused. 

“Are you drunk yet, Todd?.” You ask and he shakes his head. 

“You’re so gorgeous.” He blurts out and quickly clears his throat and looks the other way. “Forget i said that.”  

Your eyes widen and then you laugh softly. 

“What if i don’t want to forget it?.” You ask teasingly and he looks at you, his blue eyes locking with you. You bite your bottom lip nervously, you truly had no idea if the alcohol had already kicked in or what was making you so attracted to Jason. Unless you had always been attracted to Jason and you disguised it with hostility.  

Jason leans in, your faces only inches away. You didn’t know it, but Jason was somewhat nervous. He connects your lips together and everything pieces together, his broad shoulders relax and your hands move up to the nape of his neck as his hands are placed strongly on your hips. His expert lips move against your clumsy ones, and the kiss becomes more lustful. You tug on his hair and he tries to stiffle his moan against your lips. You giggle and depart from his lips, his eyes are glued to his lips.

“Want to keep me up all night once again?.” You ask teasingly and he snickers; how could you drive him so crazy?.

“Only if you don’t yell at me and threaten to slap me again.” He replies and you hum. 

“I can do that.” You say and he catches your lips with his once again, biting your bottom lip slightly. 

That was the second night in a row where you didn’t get any sleep.

Here you guys go! hope this is good.

[ramonaflowersflowers]

“This love came back to me.”

I remember how I fell hard with my highschool friend. Like how there were no days she never crossed my mind. Even on my board exams, I thought of her, whatever the fuck she's doing or if she prays for me to not think of anything else but to focus on the exams. Those nights when it was hard that I wish the feeling would just disappear because I could not ever tell her. Because I am afraid that I cannot take it back and afraid of the backlash. That I might lose her despite of yearssssss we have been close and all. She was one the people who encourage me to be something. One of the few who truly cared about me, and I was scared to think that everything that we have built will be blown just because I love her in a different way. Not like the friendly/sisterly type she does with me. I was head over the fucking heels in love that I kept it for a long time. Through highschool, through college and my early days of adult life. I love her sincerely. And I thought to myself back then that I would never love anyone again. Or I wasn't sure if I could love again after her. If I could love as much as I did with her. Because boy, she was the love of my life. And my young self was a hell of a lot sure about that. I was foolishly inlove. I may have look on some other boys and girls but she was always the end game. I always go back to her. My feelings for her was bigger and tougher than any mountain. She was my home. She was the shore, and I am tha waves that's crashing in going back to her. She was the only one who makes me feel things. Butterflies on my stomach, those little fast little beats of my heart, how my mind go crazy when I miss her and her touch on my skin was electric. She was the only who had that effects on me. And she was my constant wish. That for a moment she loves me back. It was a burden harboring all this unrequited love for years. It was tough. And I was hurt a thousand times more than I was happy. But that one in a thousandth time of happiness was worth every bit of suffering. Just a smile on her face, makes it all worth it. I never wanted to be anywhere else more than to be by her side, even just a friend. I have taken it whole heartedly, because I would never go for nothing. I want her in my life and I want to be in hers. I was grateful for that. But like all good things, it faded. I don't know when was the beginning of the end. I forgot how I loved her. I woke up one day, and it didn't hurt that we are only friends. It didn't hurt when I see her with another. It didn't hurt that she wasn't the first one to greet me on my birthdays. It didn't hurt when we were falling apart. And that's when I knew my fire burning passion of love for her have gone to ashes. I still love her though, she will always have a special place in my heart. She was after all, my first love. But I don't think I love her with the same intensity as before. I don't think I see her the same way anymore. I don't know really, maybe time and circumstances. But my love for her went like just a puff of smoke. My love for her that was once as heated as the sun, has exploded to nothingness. Even before she can know, I killed it. But I hope to tell her someday. I hope she doesn't react like what my younger self expected. The reason why I never said it, you know, is because I think she'll hate me. I hope she doesn't. I hope she won't be mad just because I tell her too late. I hope we can still be friends and laugh about it. I hope we can be friends wholly, and not other shit like unrequited love going on. Because I miss being a geniunely good friend because I fell in love with her. And it complicates everything. But I really hope someday, I can tell her how she broke and mended my little young heart.

/0424/

[the-fiction-witch]

I found her and I trust her

MOVIE: MAZE RUNNER  COUPLE: NEWT X READER RATING: CUTE + SMUTTY SUGGESTION 

NEWT’S POV:

I stood by the doors waiting for them to open as minho jogged up to me 

“morning newt” he sighs

“morning, what's the matter with you this morning minho” I ask him

“oh just uh something I need to chat with you about before we go” he says 

“yeah what?” I ask a little curious what he wants

“look uh, I don't know how to sugar coat this so I'm just gonna tell you newt, look I'm not naming names but some of the guys that shower around the same time as you. are complaining about.. you know” he explains

“who? name names minho I wanna bloody know” I tell him 

“okay fine, Thomas and gally heard you this morning and came yelling at me, because apparently as your keeper it's me that has to yell at you, can't you do that in the deadheads or your room so we all don't have to know about it” he explains

“fine, then can I complain about zart cause I heard him every bloody night” I explain 

“fine alby you can yell at him when we get back” he smirks before the doors open and we run off into the maze soon enough going our separate ways I ran for what seemed like ages just little corners going around and around the maze till I stopped for a drink and in an opening to another way I saw something move I was deadly quiet in fear it was a griever till another opening I sore movement it was too slow and quiet to be a griever I slowly stepped around a corner and saw someone stood there, it didn't look like anyone I knew from the glade till they turned it was a girl she sore me and looked panicked running into my arms “Woah! uh hi” I say

“hello” she smiles before snuggling closer to me

“are you alright? what on earth are you bloody doing out here?” I ask her 

“I don't know I just woke up here a couple hours ago, I can't find my way out, do you know the way?” she asks sounding very scared and confused 

“yeah, ill take you back to the glade, oh do your remember your name?” I ask her

“y/n” she smiles 

“okay y/n come on” i tell her taking her hand and leading her back the way i came and back to the glade as soon as i got back i went to staright to alby and he instantly called a meeting as the runners got back we all sat in the meeting hall trying to work things out 

“so, newt? you found her just wondering around the maze no idea how she got there?” alby asks 

“yeah, she says she doesnt remeber anythingjust her name and that she woke up in the middle of the maze” i explain 

“i dont like this, not at all how do we know she’s not a wicked spy” gally yells

“really?” i ask geniunely shocked he could be so stupid

“well its is unusal to find a greenie in the maze” alby sighs “let alone a girl, and it is a bit odd she seems so odd around everyone” 

“your not actuly considering it alby, look at her shes just scared, same as we all where but she didnt even get the plesentness of the nice safe glade to wake up to, she could have woke up infront of a greiver for all we know” i explain 

“i say we get rid of her thorw her back in the maze where she came from” gally sighs sitting down again 

“no, we cant just throw her out becuase she’s a girl and we found her in a differnt place, i found her and i trust her”i explain “alby if anything happens by her hand its on me, okay” i suggest

“alright, she can stay” he sighs 

TIMESKIP:

“newt!” i hear a female voice yell across the glade as i chatted with alby 

“oh hi love, thats the matter?” i ask her and alby wonders off 

“i remebered somthing” she smiles 

“oh what?” i ask very interested 

“i had a bag when i woke up but i put it down in the maze, could i go out and get it” she asks 

“i dont know love its kinda late” i begin 

“i know where i left it, please newt” she begs

“alright, but be back long before the doors close” i tell her so she giggles running towards the doors but i go after her “wait y/n” i yell just as she gets to the door 

what?” she ask quickly turning on her heels to face me

“be careful, please” i tell her 

“dont worry, ill be fine” she giggles pressing a tiny kiss to my lips before she ran off into the maze i stood shocked until i couldnt see her 

“YES YES YES YES! I KISSED THE GIRL” i yell overjoied

“show off” minho sighs walking past 

i sat next to the doors my head still swimming in euphoria and i couldnt stop smiling till it got late i stood passing by the doors she should have been back by now the long it went on the more worried i got till i sore her come running around the corridoras the doors began to shut she ran and jumped just as the doors shut jumping into my arms 

“hey” she giggles 

“hey” i laugh at her 

“what took you so long i was worried sick” i ask her 

“i got alittle lost on the way back” she smiles “but im back now no more need to worry” she giggles so we go back to the room we are shareing as the boys never trusted her enough to give her her own room so she stays with me

“so what was in this little bag you wanted to risk your life over” i ask her sitting on my bed 

“nothing much” she giggles 

“come on tell me” i ask her

“its really nothing newt dont worry about it” she giggles “i did run a load today i wanna go to bed” she sighs

“i know, but alby has asked me to look you over” i tell her 

“wait what?” she asks alittle worried 

“for uh griever stings thats all love” i tell her alittle nervous 

“oh ok, what do i have to do?” she asked

“just stand by your bed” i tell her and she did i was super nervous but i kept going moving down her arms and she seemed okay then her legs and she seemed fine till she began giggling 

“what? why are you giggiling?” i ask her

“newt” she giggles “where are your hands?” she asks i then notice my hands are on her arse 

“oh my god! i am so sorry” i tell her and she just giggles before io pull her shirt up alittle checking her over and she seemed fine she just stood there looking at me before she wrapped her arms around my neck and kisses me my hands went up from her waist up to her tits before we fell on her bed making out

[thorndale-industries]

☯ + Gillian's childhood days

//Turned out to be my longest drabble/fic so far with around 13k characters and 2500 words. So be warned.

“Come on, hold still for a moment.”

“It’s tootight.” Gillian squinched up her face in disapproval, as she placedher right pointer finger between the grey collar and her neck- frustratedly trying to ease the navy blue bow-tie. She feltlike a slipknot has been placed around her neck, ready to be broughtto the hangman.

“I know, andI want to fix it. Why do you always tie them so tight? Didn’tFaulke teach you how to do it properly?”

“He did.”The oddly coloured eyes of the 11-year girl wandered to theelaborately painted and decorated ceiling and avoided to look intoher father’s face, afraid she disappointed him again. Sometimes shesaw a deep ocean in his eyes. Beautiful, fascinating, calming. andyet it manages to hide its true horrors. She always feltuncomfortable at the ocean. “I just.. don’t want to be here. C–Can’t we just head home? I bet Rufus feels lonely.”  

A soft chuckleescaped between his thin lips as he finally managed to correct theknot around the girl’s neck -  relieved, she sighed quietly toherself. “That bad huh? It’s just two hours, Gillian. And Itold the others that we are going back home after the show. I won’taccompany them to the after-show party.” Thomas turned her paleface to himself, an encouraging smile bent the neatly trimmedblond beard. “ And I am sure Faulke is taking good care of theRottweiler. Maybe we find some time to stop by somewhere to get somesnacks, what do you say?” A soft clap on her shoulder, and shesmiled back shyly and hesitantly. “Yes, that would benice”.  

Her shaking eyes moved to the ground, pretending to desperately looking for something. A promise for some chicken nuggetswouldn’t ease the pain she felt being here. It felt and wrongstanding in this centuries old theatre -  an unknown power seemsto lean on her shoulders, crushing her young and fragile body underits enormous weight. Everyone was staring at her, expecting somethingshe wasn’t aware of, a test she didn’t even knew of. Every timeshe looked into their eyes, strangers all of them, she felt likebeing thrown in front of a jury - judged by every single move. 

A woman in a lavish red dress with a sumptuous golden pattern passed by them andthe loud noise her heels made with every step made Gillian flinch,they were way too loud for her sensitive ears. Even after themysterious creature was already around the corner, nothing but ashadow, the girl could hear the echoes of wood knocking on wood in airregular rhythm. The distant and muffled noise of different voicesmerging into one unrecognisable mess - whispers of so many irrelevantlives - started to reach an oppressive level. Like a monster creepingtowards her, breathing down her neck, proclaiming its menacingpresence. It was unbearable and she squinted her eyes in pain anddiscomfort, covering her exposed ears with her little hands. Pressingso hard a stinging pain made her temples pulsate. Now she was sure.She must have done something bad and this was her punishment. Maybe,when she just thought about something nice, they all would be gone…

“Iseverything alright, Curie?” Thomas turned her head again, with bothof his hands, so she couldn’t look away this time. Firmly, butgently, he took her hands down. His face displayed genuine concern ashe saw his daughter’s miserable expression. “It’s so..loudhere, pa. Too loud. I want it to stop. And why.. are you alwayscalling me that?” Gillian’s voice was shaking as her eyes startedto tear up. His soft thumb rubbed over her red cheeks - blushingout of embarrassment. 

“It will stopsoon, I promise. The show is about to start in 10 minutes and then”,he snipped with his right hand which left her heated face, as he wastrying to control his surroundings like a magician “there will benothing left but beautiful music. I promise you that.” Anothersmile, another gentle clap on her shoulder. “Come one, let’sgo to our seats. We don’t want the others to wait for us, right? Iwill tell you on the way why I call you Curie. And don’t worry, Iam not senile enough to forget your name, Gillian”. Therewas a weird emphasis on her name and the little girl noticed theshift in his tone, but she couldn’t quite grasp it. She justnodded obediently, snivelling, and grabbed her father’s calmhand with her trembling one, hoping it all will end sooner when sheplayed along.

“There was ascientist named Marie Curie”, the CEO of Thorndale Industriesstarted to clarify, as his thick posh British accent filled thehallway as they walked down. Gillian always wondered why he alwaysput so much value on her learning Welsh as a second language but alsotried his best that she didn’t have the accent.  “… andshe changed the world with her discovery. She is one of the most wellknown scientists today and she was a woman.Unthinkable for that time, you must know. And I call her Curiebecause,” they stopped at a wooden door, presumably it led to thebalcony with her seats, and Thomas kneeled once again to smile at hisdaughter, rubbing her cheek. “You will change the world aswell one day, Gillian. You will change it for forever, I am certainof it. And when this day comes, I will be the proudest father on thisplanet - seeing your work changing it to something truly great andbeautiful. You are something special, never forget this -  evenwhen the world seems to be against you.”

There wassomething promising, wishful, in his eyes now - the ocean was trulycalm. The tall blond man chuckled as his stood up again and amusedlyruffled his daughter’s short white hair. “But now, it’stime to greet the others don’t you think?” He reached for thegolden door knob.

“Paaaaaaaaaaa!Wait!” Gillian quickly and uncoordinated tried to fix her nowdestroyed haircut with wild and hasty movements. She grunted indisapproval and frustration - she wanted to cry again. Why does shemortify her like that before meeting up with the others? It was apublic event! But he just continued to chuckle and smile as he openedthe door. “You look great.”

Without makingany noises - which pleased the distressed heiress - the door slowlyrevealed the little balcony they were supposed to take place on. Itwas beautifully decorated, just like the rest of this theatre, withcomplex and skilful carving and well upholstered rosewood red chairs.Gillian had the desire to run her thin fingers over them - to feelevery single detail of these masterpieces. And, for a short moment,the turmoil was forgotten. 

“Thomas!Gillian! You made it. We got worried you two got lost on the way”. A sharp, yet calm, voice interrupted the girl’s innerappreciation - angry that this flash of ease has been taken from heras quickly as it came. She looked up, indifferently, and spotteda tall man with umber brown skin and a perfectly sitting dark violetcoloured three-piece suit. She noticed that he had a new pair ofglasses and his skin was as smooth as glass. What a bummer, she likethe beard.

“We just hadto make a little stop, but I see we made it just in time. Forgive usour little inconvenience, old friend. You look good, I like theglasses”. Thomas firmly shook the hands of the man in front of him,both nearly the same size, before their formal greeting turned into afriendly hug, followed by some laughing and claps on each other’sbacks. “It good to see you, Thomas. It has been too long.”

“Hey Gillian,what do we say?”.  The white haired girl looked to her father,still in his friend’s arm, as he raised his eyebrows and tilted hishead in a playful dunning way. “Good evening, Uncle Morgan.”was the monotone response, how voice barely audible.

“Aw, hello,Gillian. It’s good evening to you too. Aren’t you happy to seeme?”

“Y-y–yes, Iam.” She liked Uncle Morgan, she really did. He visits them intheir house in London quite often and sometimes he spends some timewith them in their Wrexham residence as well. He always brings herlittle gifts she actually finds useful, like little experimental kitsor interesting books - not the boring stuff she gets from the others.It was obvious that there was a special connection between him andher father and she had a feeling that he geniunely cared for her. Yes,she liked him. So she mechanically walked up towards him as soon ashe kneeled down with open arms to give her a welcoming hug as well.He smelled like lemon grass. It calmed her down a bit and loosed herstiff limbs. 

“Sorry,Princess, but I don’t have anything for you this time. This is acute little bow-tie you got there.” His voice was deep and soothingas ever and Gillian couldn’t remember a moment in which it was anydifferent. The man was on an even kneel and she always wanted to knowhis secret. “It’s….ok”. Slowly she separated herselffrom him, unsure why she was so elliptical this time and unable toact like a normal human being. Once again she quietly grunted to herself,disappointed.

“Oh, she tiedthat one herself! Gil, you don’t have to stay with us adults, ifyou don’t want to. Just go ahead and take a seat. I will join youin a bit.” Slowly she turned her head to the familiar voice, and nodded hesitantly. Gillian was secretlygrateful that he finally gave her the permission to escape thisawkward situation and tried to return the little smile he gave her -but it just turned out to be a meager twitch of her thin lips. Just afew steps and she reached the row with their seats and just now shenoticed that no one was here besides them - the balcony was strangelyforsaken. A balcony just for the three of them? The monsterwas trying to creep back to her, eager to breath down her neck again withits warm and humid breath, but it disappeared as quickly as it came.The thought of just them being here defeated it, cut the heavy knot in herstomach and she could finally breath again. 

As she let thesoft cushion embrace her body, she closed her eyes and was able toforget the spinning world for a moment. Now she could seeherself effectively survive this dreadful social activity -contemplating why this was even a thing or of significance. Afriendly nod here, slack handshake there, a fake smile accompanied byfake personalities. Why did adults even engage in this game? Sheshook her head. This was non of her concern. Breath in, breath out.This is what Hunter always told her. Yes, breath in, breath out. Justtwo hours and she will see her dog again. A nice image to lookforward to. 

“Thomas,there is something we need to discuss. I have wonderful news”.

There it wasagain, Uncle Morgan’s charming voice. With her eyes stillclosed, she always saw warm, auburn colours when he spoke. He alwaysfelt like…autumn. So colourful, calming.  For now, it was justa distance dream.

“Can it wait?The show is about to start” Soft tones of waves cautiouslyshowed up, filling the room with the refreshing smell of bay salt.

“I wouldprefer to take care of the matter now, it should be quick. It’sabout Project Echelon.” The golden and red leaves rustledin the wind.

“What aboutit?” The waves suddenly became more turbulent, crashingagainst the coast, dark clouds slowly approached.

“It has beenrelocated to 51. We managed it, my friend. We really did it.” Thewind turned into a soft breeze and the sun broke through the heavycurtain.

“Really?This..the possibilities we have now..”  

Gillian openedher eyes and leaned to the top, peeking over the head cushion, tolook at the men holding each other again. She had no idea what theywere talking about, but the daydream she just had and the sight infront of her made her happy. 

“Aren’t youa curious little girl?” 

Startled,feeling she was caught in an illegal act, she erraticly turnedaround and stared at the man sitting in the chair next to her. Herbody became paralysed, her differently coloured eyes wide open. Butthe old man, with his wrinkled skin, hair white as her own, justsmiled at her in a mischievous way. Gillian could feel her heartracing, beat right beneath her chin, and cold sweatcovered her anaemic body. She couldn’t tell what frightenedher more. The fact that this man managed to approach her this easily,that she couldn’t tell whether he was sitting there all the time orsneaked up to her, or that uncongenial, nearly chocking,atmosphere that surrounded him. For a short moment she hallucinated adark presence around him. She buried her short nails into the chair.

“Oh, forgiveme, where are my manners? A gentleman always should introduce himselfto a lady. DeBeers, Lucius DeBeers. And you must be Gillian,  amI correct? Such a pleasantness to finally meet you.”

Unable tospeak, she just nodded rigidly and couldn’t stop staring intothe man’s blue eyes. They were even deeper than her father’s,mesmerizing, yet utterly terrifying. Her own eyes teared up again andshe tried her best to suppress the urge to yell out loud and run away.Although his man, who certainly was older than 70, was just calmlysitting there and doing nothing but talk and smile, there wassomething wrong with him. Something deep inside of her told her heshouldn’t be here and that she should keep her distance. Maybe hewas just a personification of her deepest fear, maybe she wasjust dreaming, maybe..

“Ah Lucius, Ididn’t know you would come as well! How are you?” 

All of thesudden Thomas was sitting to her left and leaning forward to greetthe man sitting to her right. But before she could even realise whatwas happening, the lights slowly died and the first tones of theorchestra below them filled the room.