#He relly wants to make us cry

[sternenwaisin]

I wonder if the others realize how much Bad is griefing, except the small comments about his fading colors.

[mychlapci]

do you remember me saying "i need to make Rodimus wet himself?" yeah. here. mean dom Drift making Rodimus wet himself. read my fanfic, boy.

it’s also here, under the read more, if you don’t wanna be clicking links ⬇️

Rodimus was not crying. He wasn’t crying, he was just so full of fluids it had to go somewhere, duh.

Coolant lines rupturing to slick his plating up with warm antifreeze, oral fluid pooling in his intake, the optic lubricant dripping from his eyes and down his cheeks tasting slightly bitter and hot when mixed with the snot leaking out of his nose. 

„Please,” he begs, high-pitched and breathless, little clouds of steam coming out through the corners of his mouth, frame overheating. It’s a miracle that all the steam that’s sputtering from the inseams of his plating hasn’t caught fire yet. 

His legs are up in the air, knees knocking together as he squirms, pedes clenching as far as they could, swinging back and forth as he did his best to squeeze his thighs as close together as physically possible. His bare valve throbbed in tandem with his entire body, and he felt it not only in his system, but with his hands too, fingers tightly plastered to his poor pussy in a sorry attempt at keeping all the waste fluid in. 

„Please, let me use the bathroom, I can’t”–

Drift shushed him. There was a little bit of pity in his optics. Or none at all. Or a lot. Rodimus’ vision was too blurry to tell „You can do this, just wait a little longer,” 

There was a stopwatch somewhere, that Drift was keeping an eye on, counting down each slow, painful, second. He brushes Rodimus’ shoulder soothingly, although he really only wants to make sure Rodimus doesn't drift off and remains connected to his body. There is no challenge, no lesson, if he can simply ignore the pressure in his tank. 

„I can’t do this,” Rodimus shuts his optics, vents wheezing „Please. What else do you want me to say? I can’t hold it, Drift,” Rodimus swallows, and shyly, voice small, he adds: „I’m going to piss myself,"

„You’re holding it just fine,” Drift assures him, placing a gentle, yet firm hand onto one of Rodimus’ legs, stilling it as it kicked out into the air blindly „You said you’ll last,”

„I was wrooo-ah-ong,” Rodimus gasps out, trying to hit all the keywords that Drift wants to hear. There has to be something that he can say that’ll make Drift let him use the bathroom, there has to. He kicks his pedes in the air again, pressing his hands harder against his valve „I was wrong, please, I really need to”–

Rodimus’ babbling cut off with another gasp, a particularly harsh spasm wrecking his body made his head spin dizzy. He stares at the ceiling with bleary eyes „Let me use the bathroom, please Drift, let me go ,” 

Drift pushes Rodimus down when he tries to get up, putting more pressure onto his abdomen in the process, and he just smiles sweetly when he notices Rodimus’ face twisting in agony „You insisted you can hold it. You even turned down a bathroom break, Rodimus, this is all your fault,”

Rodimus shakes his head, the bedding rustling. More tears leak out, his tank cramping down, causing his entire body to shudder.

„Please,” 

„No,” Drift says, stern as ever.

„Please, Drift, I need to go,” Rodimus does a needy little full-body shake to relly hammer in his point.

„I said no, you still have a few minutes ahead of you,”

Rodimus sniffles. He feels so pathetic „I’m going to piss myself, Drift,”

„No you’re not,” Drift insists, and he pushes Rodimus’ leg a little bit further in, forcing pressure against Rodimus’ tank.

It’s in this moment, with the next pang of pain that shivers through his entire frame, causing his legs to twitch in the air, that Rodimus realizes the inevitable. 

He is going to piss himself. 

„Oh Primus, Drift ”– Rodimus’ valve suddenly feels so warm. And so do his hands. His aching waste tank starts pulsing slowly, deeply, as its contents start to spill out –„Ah, haa- I’m peeing, oh fuck, Drift, I’m peeing,”

„Rodimus!” Drift hisses out, but there is only half as much heat in his scolding as there probably should be. He tuts, but it’s only to hide his ever growing lust. 

„Ah, hah, I can’t stop it,” Rodimus attempts to clench his pelvic floor, but his frame breaks through his resolve easily, too exhausted by the holding to be listening to the silly orders coming from his processor. 

Waste fluid squirts out from between his fingers, and Rodimus squeaks and sobs, face burning hot, hot, hot with embarrassment, and he can’t blink fast enough to dissipate the tears. 

„Fuck,” he moans when the stream intensifies, and his hands let up a little bit, so that they don’t keep him from the impending relief. The waste fluid squirts out and dribbles onto the bedding with a quiet, shallow thud, staining the mesh sheets and possibly soaking through the padding. At some point, Rodimus began to rub his node, though he doesn’t know when, only that he did, and that his valve feels so much better now, hot and needy and wet. 

Drift leans in, unable to resist anymore, and Rodimus feels his hot tongue on his face-plate, lapping up the tears. Rodimus hiccups, his legs, still up in the air, twitch and he hooks his ankles over each other, taking his hands off his valve. He’s still pissing hard, waste tank spasming with each sputter of fluid that forces itself out of his overworked urethra. It does not help when Drift’s fingers drum over his abdomen, teasing his poor tank on purpose. 

His own panels are no doubt feeling warm at the sight of Rodimus’ plight. 

After a good while, the stream finally lets up, and Rodimus’ frame begins to relax, bit by bit, tight latches unlatching, plating snapped to protoform slowly loosening up to let the steam bubbling behind his vents out. His legs separate and, too weak to remain suspended, they begin to fall, though only one of them manages to hit the bed, the other is caught by Drift, who holds it up in the air. 

Drift kisses the side of Rodimus’ knee, hand trailing down, down, down, until his fingers are touching Rodimus’ sopping wet pussy, playing with the puffy lips. Rodimus squeaks, looking up at Drift, his face slick with tears and coolant and condensation and saliva. And he’s still peeing, a little trickle slowly coming out of his waste tank, tickling his aft and pooling below

„Aw, Rodimus, you wet the bed,”

„Shut up,” Rodimus mumbles, tucking his chin against his chassis, his frame burning with humiliation when his valve squirts out a little bit of piss right against Drift’s hand, his thighs twitching „Y- you made me,”

Drift grins, allowing Rodimus’ leg to fall to the berth, thighs spread open to show off his blinking anterior node „You’re blaming me for your shortcomings?”

Rodimus flushes harder „N- no! No, shut up,” 

„It’s okay,” Drift slowly crawls over him, planting a gentle kiss onto Rodimus’ quivering lips „You can make it up to me,” 

„Please don’t”–

„I’ll bring you a cup of energon,” 

Rodimus just sobs, his traitorous valve throbbing warmly against Drift’s hand.

[magicspacedragon]

After finishing watching Hazbin hotel I need to talk about the differences between Angeldust’s song addict and the song poison. I was sad to see that they had replaced addict as his background song with poison because I feel like it has far less depth of character in general but after seeing the animation they chose to go with for posion I have some concerns. 

The first thing I noticed was the difference in how they portrayed his struggle. I thought that in Addict the flashing between the bright and flashy colors of him on stage and the dark stained bedroom with him crurled up crying with Cherrybomb comforting him was heartbreaking. The color palette changes to show the dissociation and warring feelings that mirrored Cherry and her visions of another man were artistically superior to the shock value of posion where they never left the bright sexy landscape and rellyed heavily on shock value of sexual assault by large men.

The animation of posion was dynamic and complex to watch but there was no subtlety whatsoever. Whereas in addict you caught the emotions in flashes to the bedroom and micro expressions the most violence was shown in Valentino forcfully kissing him, in poison there was on screen sexual asalt from valention and strong implications that many of the other porn scenes where at the veary least dubiously consentual. When Addict showed that those messages could have been gotten across without such shock value I don’t know why they decided to go with the more triggering option. 

Now I know Hazbin and Hell of a boss are not known for subtlety they curse and fuck and kill with wild abandon and i would never want to take that away from the show. However I think making it more direct took away a lot from its impact. The fact that the entire music video stays in that cany colored porn studio and the only dyanimic is between him smiling and him in distress even though it was more graphic I felt like until the very end where the singer's voice breaks the distress doesn't feel as real in a way. In Addict we were seeing into his head and there was an implication that it was what he was thinking about on stage even when he wasn’t in physical danger where Poison tends to save the emotional reactions to when he is actually having sex. 

This leads me to my next point. I feel like Poison relys so heavily on the sex and later BDSM nature of his shoots that it implies that the sex/kink is the problem and not the exploitation. Sex work 100% has problems with exploitation so I can only imagine that is intensified in literal hell. However This idea that the sub in kink or in gay relationships in general is not really enjoying the play is a damaging stereotype. It looks striking in the music video and adds interesting costumes, but the visuals of more monstrous larger men forcing a relationship feels like they are pulling on some of the same ideology's that are used to spread fear about kink or gay relationships. I don't think the team has anything against gay relationships we have seen plenty of queer in there shows but that does not mean that these ideas can't still slip in.

However in the case of rape it feels explotitive. While the push and pull of an abusive realtionship can lead to I love you I hate you moments, the scenes where he was in pink chain dancing into him before the more violent scenes had an implication that he was “asking for it”. The interaction litteralhy starts with “i can only Blame myself.” These are definitely emotions that victims feel around abusive situations but having the lines in an upbeat catchy pop tune leaves a bad taste in my mouth. 

Overall I feel like Addict had a very engaging story about how addiction can become an inter demon that can get you into dangerous and abusive scenarios chasing that feeling of high. While poison reads to me as making a choice to drink in poisonous situations even if you know that they are abusive. I could go on a whole other rant of how removing cherry and his support system removes an interesting dynamic that set it apart from the save the sex worker trope, or how ending the video with him being trapped on the balcony  rather then blowing up a building removes the only bit of agency he is given but this has already gone on too long. No hate towards the team. I just needed to get this off my chest.

[dirty-stanchez-confessions]

hi raz, idk if u even check this blog, but I know u used to be involved? I saw someone I used to follow on mtltwt has been making fun of u, and I just want to say pls don't quit or anything. Ur art has been an inspiration to me, I think we spoke once or twice in the the past? But I don't relly use tumblr anymore, sory. U kinda came from nowhere n made a name for urself n that rly did inspire me bc the fandom rerly gets new blood. Idk what hapened or what u did but pls keep writing / drwwing. Ur shit does mean something to peple and u DO have fans. This will all blow ovr. One day Id like to talk again but rn I'm kndve terrified of Sage nd Jesse (I had beef w jesse once but idk if he even remembers) so for now id rather not b public. I just hope u read this nd u know it will blow ovr.

genuinely going to cry, thank you so much for this ask and also for doing it on a blog sage/jesse dont know about LOL. its been rough lately and i really appreciate that, i hope youre okay and doing well whoever you are

[writermuses]

Caitriona hung her head, too ashamed to look at Dominic. “I used to be the thing TK was really protective over. It’s why he told me to stay away from you. He loves Jude more than he was ever protective of me. Tristan… he knows I’m not a good mom. I’m being selfish, TK knows I'm being selfish. I'm doing my best, but is it relly enough, Dom? All I can give him is what he needs, but eventually Jude will notice there’s a lot we don’t have and that I can't give him things he wants.” She choked up, fighting the pitiful threat of tears that just kept seeming to try to come back. Caitriona hadn't told anyone she thought she was a bad mom, thought that Jude might be better with someone else. Mo was mortified it would only make Dominic mad at her. In truth, she couldn't see herself giving Jude to TK or up for adoption, but she could easily see him or CPS taking him away.

Dominic taking his baby out of her arms didn't make her feel nervous at all. He was seated in front of her and she could look down and perfectly see the perfection she'd pictured only in her dreams. That was all it took to make her cry again, but for the first time in a year they were happy tears. Jude slept like a happy, chubby rock, his chunky hand taking a fistful of Dom's shirt. Caitriona wiped the tears of her cheeks and she nodded at his instruction. He wasn't looking at her, completely enthralled by his son, so she didn't hesitate to lean forward and place a 'thank you' kiss to the top of his head before pulling away so he couldn't grumble at her for the gesture, still certain that he would snap at her because it was all anyone did with her.

Her blue eyes looked at him a little curious and a little worried, "Will you be with us?" If Dom touched her then he'd feel her racing heart and if he really looked at her and could still read her like a book, it was obvious she wanted that, missed him, loved him. She wouldn't have shown up here if that hadn't been an underlying hope. But Mo only hoped Dom would be there for Jude, expecting everyone to see her as what they'd called her for the last year: a disappointment.

A twinge of rage hit him just then, when she mentioned that her brother would take the baby. "Your brother's got some balls top think that he can take the baby from you." He commented, trying his best not to show the anger that was developing in his tone. He calmed himself. The last thing either of them needed was anger and stress. This whole thing was stressful enough as it was.

The questioned caught him off guard. Dominic didn't know how to hold a baby, and the thought of dropping him made him feel sick. "I uh...sure, but how do I do that exactly?" Dominic inquired. His hands gently scooped the baby from her arms, careful not the make any fast movements. Dominic sat down in front of the couch, now looking down at his son in his sleeping state. "I have an apartment on the north side. It's got all the furniture and appliances and stuff. I want you to stay there." Dominic never took his eyes off the baby as he spoke. "It's a good neighborhood, he can grow up away from this shit." He instructed. "I'll talk to your landlord tomorrow."

[nightmare8-420]

Intro

Call me J

Pronouns are he/him but they and it are fine too

I like screaming into the void known as this hellsite

somehow am still lonely while having friends

i draw and post it here sometimes

I call this an ed/sh blog but its relly just my shitty life™️ i wont ever post body checks of me or someone else. Everything that could potentially trigger someone should have a tw on it, if not lmk. I dont promote anything in my shitty life. probably not a safe space for ppl in recovery, love yall, just dont wanna trigger you

B0mblover is my writing/sometimes art blog

killmeplese34 (yes its spelled like that) is my sh blog bc worried abt being t worded

free Palestine🇵🇸

im a minor so please dont be too weird

i want to bash my head in in pavement

feel free to spam if youd like, it doesnt bother me /gen

as of feb 24 2024 im learning chinese (simplified) i might post in it, please correct me if i mess up

Dni list:

Racists

Homophobes

Transphobes

Xenophobes

ablest “people”

pedos (does that need to be said?)

conservatives (american ones specifically bc ive heard its different in other places we will not get along)

pro “life” “people”

Fbi

government in general (i will call a crack head next time bc YALL DIDNT FUCKIN SHOW UP)

Do not ask me about

•gun control (im too confused on it to have a proper stance)

•for help financially (sorry but i legit cant do jack shit about it besides reblog bro im broke af)

•real advice (i can try to help but i make things much worse)

•how i feel about Kunai Tadashi (i mean you can just it will be long)

•every illegal thing ive done (FUCK YOU FBI YOULL NEVER CATCH ME as i post my ip address)

Info

Email: adolf.hitlers.goldfish@gmail.com

Email2: anidiot5317@gmail.com

Email3: (professional shitttt) J.Nitoro@gmail.com

Instagram: Insane_268_2

Discord: mocchi59

(ao3 will be hopefully added if i ever make an account)

Tags, if you need to block smth (or need an index)

•idiot ass drawing (drawing)

• j’s a bloody mess (selfharm/blood)

• j isnt suffering for once? (my infrequent high points)

• j’s crying and listening to music (music)

• j’s guchiry posting again (guchiry)

• j is down bad as fuck and doesnt know how or deal with it / really any variation of it (me being down bad for a certain someone and handing it poorly, i made the tag as a joke and just kept using it) (is private)

•cooking with j (me cooking gross shit seeing if it tastes good)

•j answers (new tag, “answering” asks)

•j watches alice in borderland tag ig (its what it sounds like.)

im mostly into

Guchiry /ぐちり

Hiiragi Kirai / 柊キライ

Alice in Borderland (only pirated dw)

And ¿?(wada shimon)

and i have severe trauma so i sometimes post about that 👍

I wish you luck

[geffenrecords]

u should give ME recs of the bands u like

srry i take 4ever but OF COURSE 💪

first of main recommendation 4ever is flatsound I KNOW he has popular stuff but he gets me like no one else my bff since i was like 13. he gets a bit overbearing and a bit like. idk too much occasionally buttttt i pgive him a pass. generally id recommend anything from his 2011 album "i clung to you hoping we'd both drown", GOOD SHIT on there but scotland i wish you had stayed/last minute cycle/four songs for losing you/if we could just pretend/losing intrerest and the trust i had in you r all reallly good. heat death, eight months, computer wound, soap, prayer beads, syrup, old lumina, i lost control, meow meow meow, last minute cycle, im so concerned about the ending that i dont even know the plot, cute stuff like that. theres probably more but thats just off the top of my head. idek. he has some good instrumental albums too :)

speaking of if u like instrumental stuff -> BUCKETHEAD. HIII. hes so funny i love him my fav album by him is colma my mom and dad used to play it in the car all the time and it still makes me cry. i wouldnt say his stuff is lifechanging but i use it for bg drawing noise all the time and its sweet stuff + hes really really fun to watch live and play. cool guy.

be your own pet is. well honestly im not relly sure what they are but they are fun ive only listened to their one album and it wasn't the best but it doesnt need to be. theyre so loud i need like ibuprofen if i ever listen to it full length again but the 2 songs by them i really really like are "stairway to heaven" (not a led zep cover) and "bog" (if my chem did a cover of this it would be unbelievably lifechanging).

megadeth I WILL RECCOMEND TO YOU idk if ur a metal person but uhmm give it a shot ? i dont really know how to say this in a good way so here. i think dave mustaine would really strike a note with you. in some aspects. HES FUNNY WEIRD ! and also hes really all you need yto know about them. they've switched out sm guys just keep him in mind. my fav lineup is peace sells bc chris poland was sweet looking and i just like gar samuelson for no discernable reason. they had a good ass bass player with GOOD ASS basslines but well he fucked that up! i honestly have no idea whos even in the band now. im basic w them i like rust in peace a lot and so far so good so what. they generally have a good few songs every album, enough for you to buy it but id never say theres like. an actual ass album thats like. i like every single song on it forever. SRRY LOL but i do really like his voice. song picks for them would be hook in mouth, 502, into the lungs of hell, honestly anything from rust in peace (ESP dawn patrol), peace sells title track, good mourning/black friday, n whatever else. im not the biggest fan of them but they have some good stuff. first album isnt bad either :o

KITTIE you should try rn. im fake i only listen to their first album but im working on it...lol. a bunch of 14 year old girls who met in highschool gym class and said hey lets make a band and well. it actually turned out super good. theyve also had sooooo many lineup changes idek but listen to the entirety of spit and the title track for until the end.

for a real dumb stupid emo band -> nightmare of you. i STILL ALSO havent listened to their other album but their self titled is very cute lol. theyre sooo fucking cheesy and stupid but theyre so fun. saw a pic of mikeyway with the lead singer once and also i reccomend watching their music vids bc theyre funny as FUCK. songs picks are thumbelina, my name is trouble, why am i always right?, i want to be buried in your backyard, and in the bathroom is where i want you. silly.

one of my favs ever EVANESCENCE. or at least their fallen album )are u noticing a pattern yet). i used to drive around and have that one playing on repeat like literally for weeks straight i luvv her sm. going under, whisper, tourniquet, and imaginary are the top Hits from there.

also im not sure if you want like mcr or fob hits BUT ill give them to you because i have the best ever taste are years of soul bonding with them. mcr hits -> drowning lessons, our lady of sorrows, headfirst for helos, early sunsets, best day ever, CUBICLES, helena, to the ed, not okay, interlude, fashion statement, cemetary drive, i never told you, dead, how i disappear, sharpest lives, i dont love you, famous last words, bulletproof heart, only hope for me, save yourself, SCARECROW, boy division, ambulance, heaven help us, burn bright. fob hits -> grenade jumper, patron saint of liars & fakes, sixteen candles, our lawyer made us change the name, 7 minutes in heaven, get busy living, im like a laywer, HUM HALLELUJAH, golden, after life of the party, youre crashing, ive got all this ringing in my ears, DISLOYAL ORDER, shes my winona, headfirst slide, 27, w.a.m.s and west coast smoker. srry people are about to get on my ass but i dont care very much for their stuff post hiatus. I DONT THINK ITS BAD its just not for me. i listen to it with simone all the time though it has my respect blah blah blah.

okay i hope that waz good enuf for you. have fun <3

[itjazzbicch]

Guardian Angel

Pairing: Sammy Guevara x Fem Reader   

Summary: The reader was dating MJF and they always had a rocky relationship, MJF being the main cause by mistreating her terribly. Whenever MJF joined the Inner Circle, the reader came along with him, but their relationship never changed. Sammy was the only person in the group who made an effort to be by the readers' side and when Sammy leaves the Inner Circle, the reader wants to go with him, Sammy showing his true feelings whenever Max crosses the line...

Warnings:  When I tell y'all that MJF treats the reader like crap, that relly happens and it gets serious. There’s a little fighting in there, some degradation, also swearing because I cuss like a sailor (LOL I’m sorry)

Requested by:  anon (whoever you are, I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:  4799

Tag List: @demonqueen29​ @jessiebean00​ @new-zealand-chic​ @crowleysqueenofhell​ @justamess44​ @thatpanpal​ @hungmanhorsecarriage​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​  @linziland13​ @yungbludjazz360​  

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

“Look, tonight is a big night,” Jericho said to us all in the locker room, “We have been going through a lot, but we’re the inner circle! We will get through this and continue to be the badasses that we are!”

Everything was a lot different since MJF joined the Inner Circle and as his girlfriend, I came along with him. Our relationship was already a little rocky and whenever he joined the Inner Circle, it got even worse. It was like he turned into an evil villain who treated his minions like shit. Sadly, I was the minion.

Almost always, I didn’t speak whenever it came to their business, this time was no different.

“Max, we got a match! Let’s go kick some ass,” Jericho smirked at Max, all of us beginning to head out.

“Has anyone seen, Sammy? Since we’re heading out?” Santana asked, all of us just looking confused. I saw Sammy earlier today, but he hasn’t been around much. Especially since Max tried pulling a fast one on him, making it look like Sammy trying to defend himself was him just viciously assaulting Max.

“We don’t have time for that idiot,” Max snickered, standing up and fixing his scarf.

We all just remained silent and headed out for the match. Usually, I always went out to the ring with Max, but I just let them leave, following behind the pack and halfway down the hall, I was able to catch up with Max, just trying to be supportive by holding his hand.

Quickly, he snatched his hand away, groaning and it made all of them stop and look at us.

“Guys, just give me a second,” Max smiled at Jericho and the guys, but that attitude completely changing whenever he turned back to me, groaning, “You know how important tonight is and you’re trying to distract me?”

Max could literally care less about causing a scene but I hated it, saying quietly, “Max, I’m just trying to support you.”

“I don’t need support! As a matter of fact, your ass can stay back here! All you do is stand around and look stupid!” Max groaned, and I was so embarrassed, all of them staring at us and with tears in my eyes, I just turned around and walked away, it became harder to fight the tears when I heard Max say, “That’s exactly what I thought.”

I’m sure everyone could hear my feet stomping. I just wanted to get to my locker room. Anger, sadness, heartbreak. It was all consuming me like fire and Max always made that hard to contain.

For a moment, I wasn’t even paying attention while walking, looking to the floor and wiping away a tear, my vision blurry from it and that’s when I knocked into someone.

“Jesus, I’m sorry!” I cried, but when I looked up, I realized it was Sammy.

“Y/N,” Sammy sighed, becoming concerned when he looked down, seeing me crying, “Why are you crying?”

“What do you think?” I whispered, looking down to the ground.

The only good thing about joining the Inner Circle was Sammy. Anytime Max tried to ruin my mood or just treat me like straight-up trash, the rest of the guys would just stay silent. Sammy was the only one who made an effort and always tried to cheer me up, it worked almost always.

I could see the anger in his eyes, he knew it was because of Max and I just completely opened up, clenching my fists when I told him:

“I swear, I’m so sick of crying and being so fucking angry over him!”

Without any words, Sammy just hugged me. I don’t remember the last time I got such a comforting hug. He didn’t even have to tell me, but something in his hug explained to me that things would get better, Sammy actually confirming that when he whispered to me:

“Tonight, things are going to change, Y/N.”

“I sure hope so,” I whispered back, “Something needs to change.”

“Come on,” Sammy sighed, standing up straight, “We can go to catering real quick and get us something and relax for a bit. How does that sound?”

“I’m down,” I smiled, through my tears, appreciating his kindness, that growing when he wiped away one of my tears and wrapped his arm around me.

I was just so thankful. Sammy sure did raise my spirits, the both of us just hanging out backstage, but when Max and Jericho’s match was beginning to wrap up, I could tell by the way Sammy was watching in the locker room, something was up.

“I really hate to leave,” Sammy sighed, looking into my eyes, “But I have to go out there.”

“Take care of business, Sammy,” I smirked, having a good feeling about what was going to happen.

“I will,” Sammy assured, rushing out of the locker room.

It didn’t take much longer for the match to end and I just watched it in silence, finally becoming interested whenever I heard Sammy’s music hit. Everyone was cheering for him, but as of Jericho and the rest of the Inner Circle, they had some words for Sammy, questioning, but Sammy kept it simple, saying:

“I told you. One more thing with him,” pointing at Max, “I’m done.”

“What are you talking about?” Jericho exclaimed, trying to avoid it but we all knew what was about to happen.

“I’m leaving,” Sammy said loud and clear, “I quit the Inner Circle.”

Everyone was gasping, but I was back there pissed off. They all had a true friendship till Max came and tainted it. Max was even smiling in Sammy’s face, but I could tell Sammy wasn’t allowing him to get the better of him, just leaving them in the ring.

Sadly, Sammy didn’t come back to my locker room. I was really worried about him and I needed to find him and now. Thinking on my feet, I called Fuego. Sammy didn’t answer his phone and I had Fuego’s because we were always filming stuff for the vlog.

“Fuego, I’m sorry that this is very unexpected and quick, but please tell me you know where Sammy is,” I said quickly.

“Yeah, he’s actually getting his stuff now to head out,” Fuego informed me and I just rushed to say, “Okay, thank you. Tell him that I really need to talk to him.”

Right after I hung up the phone, I got up, grabbed my purse, the only thing I brought to the arena, and headed out, trying to get to Sammy, but of course, I just had to run into a roadblock.

That roadblock was Max.

“Hey! Where the hell are you going!?” Max yelled at me, beginning to approach me. The angry sound of his voice and the way he was yelling, it made me snap.

“That’s none of your business,” I groaned, beginning to walk away, but he grabbed me by the wrist, flinging me around and my purse fell, cracking on the floor.

“Actually, it is my damn business!” Max yelled, “I am so-“

“No, I’m sick of you! You always treat me like I’m nothing! But when you were nothing, who was there for you?” I snapped back, everyone watching, “It wasn’t Jericho! It wasn’t Wardlow. Not Cody! No one but me! Even when you treat me like shit, I still tried to be there for you!”

Everyone was noticing how I was right, Max becoming embarrassed, pulling me close, growling at me, “Okay. You had your fifteen seconds of fame. Now, you’re coming with me and I’m not going to repeat myself.”

I just pissed Max off even more, laughing in his face, whispering, “I’m done being your punching bag. We’re done, Max.”

Slowly, I tried walking away, but he took me by both arms, yelling, “What the hell did I tell you!”

I literally couldn’t believe that everyone was just standing there watching, but then I felt someone push me away. I about fell over, but I had never been happier whenever I saw Sammy jump on top of Max, unloading on him.

Sammy definitely lost his shit, just pounding the hell out of Max, just about punching his face in. Of course, Max fought back, trying to keep it going. It took about every man backstage to keep them apart, like two wild dogs in a fight.

“Disrespect her again and I will fucking end you!” Sammy yelled, trying to break free from everyone who was holding him back.

Max finally stopped for a moment, still being held back and laughing, nodding his head.

“I see now. It’s because of him, isn’t it Y/N!” Max yelled, “I fucking knew it. You good for nothing whore!”

I had never been so disgusted, pissed off, and embarrassed. I had never seen such rage in Sammy’s eyes, but with the way everyone was staring at me, I knew it was a lot worse on my end.

Max looked up at me in complete shock, everyone just stopped what they were doing, listening and my voice made them jump out of their skin when I yelled at the top of my lungs:

“You don’t know how many times I cried because of you! You never appreciated how I did everything for you! And you just disrespect me! Just put your hands on me! I am done with you! And if you think I’ll ever come back, don’t hold your breath, because if you do, you’ll die! I wouldn’t come back to you if you were the last man on earth, you bitch!”

Everyone let their guard down whenever I unloaded on Him. Max was just staring at me in shock, not paying attention and everyone got rowdy again whenever Sammy super kicked him in the face.

“I told you, don’t you disrespect her!” Sammy yelled, everyone taking Sammy and turning him around.

After that, I grabbed my purse and walked away. I felt like I was literally going to explode like a bomb and if everyone thought what I did was crazy, they only knew the tip of the iceberg. Thank goodness I went to my car next because I wanted to get the hell out of there.

I was almost to my car, but I heard: “Y/N!”

Slowly, I turned to see Sammy, running like hell and when he got to me, we clashed into a big hug. When I was in his arms, I couldn’t help but cry. Tonight ended up being way crazier than I expected and not in a good way, but while Sammy was hugging me, I knew everything was going to be alright, feeling that Sammy was the only one who cared about me anymore.

“Please tell me he didn’t really hurt you,” Sammy sighed, looking down at my arms.

Max had me by the wrists and arms so tight, you could still see his handprints, small bruises forming on my arm already.

I looked down to my arms too and I sighed, “I can’t believe he actually did that.”

Out of anger, I kicked my car, but Sammy pulled me back, saying quickly, “Y/N, I promise, you’re never going to have to worry about him again. Please believe me, I just beat his ass for a damn good reason.”

When I took the time to look at Sammy, I could see all the red marks on him way up to his face. His hat was gone and his hair was a mess, shirt ripped and all. Sammy truly had my back and when I looked at how he was, I felt horrible.

“This is all my fault!” I cried, “I was so stupid and didn’t get away from him. I should have done it forever ago.”

“No, Y/N. Don’t blame yourself,” Sammy pleaded, “Like you said, you gave him your all and in return, he was just a piece of shit. That’s all he is and all he will ever be. He deserved to get his ass kicked for what he did.”

There was another moment of silence and even Sammy was getting emotional, seeing his eyes get teary, just as angry and upset as me, explaining:

“You have no idea how incredibly painful it was to watch him sabotage the one great thing I had, treat you like that whenever you deserve the best. You are literally an angel walking on earth!”

Sammy was still emotional, losing his train of thought and truly speaking his mind, adding:

“I was just heading out of my locker room with Fuego and I heard yelling. That’s when we noticed it was him and when I saw him snatch you up like he did, I just, I lost it. I’ll be damned if I let someone treat my girl like that!”

I don’t think Sammy realized what he said. We both just froze and I just began to smile, fighting through the tears and again, I lost control, arms wrapping around his neck when I hugged him and just kissed him.

My brain raced through all of my memories and I don’t even remember the last time I kissed someone and Sammy quickly melted into our kiss, arms wrapping around me tightly, kissing me with so much passion and intensity that it made me light-headed, but it was definitely the best moment that I have had in such a long time.

When our lips finally parted, we both gasped hard; Sammy looking down into my eyes, both of us just smiling, finally having a true, pure smile on our faces, feeling happiness in what felt like forever.

“Tonight was beyond stressful,” Sammy whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”

Quickly I nodded my head, whispering, “Please?”

Sammy nodded his head right back and I just handed him my keys, but we both stopped whenever we heard Fuego’s voice, “Yo! Sammy!”

Fuego actually had Sammy’s stuff and Santana and Ortiz were right behind him.

“Y/N, get in the car,” Sammy whispered and I didn’t protest at all, getting in the passenger side, in there shaking because I knew more drama was coming, listening when I heard Santana say:

“Man, things don’t got to be this way!”

“No, it does have to be this way!” Sammy groaned, “Y'all might be too stupid to realize it, but that asshole is trying to ruin us all! Look at what he just did!”

They all fell silent and Sammy just shook his head, sighing, “You know I love y’all, but I have to do what’s right. What Max did to me, what he just did to Y/N, what he’s trying to do to all of us! It’s not right and you both know it.”

Sammy took his things from Fuego, putting them in the back seat and Fuego actually put a smile on my face when I saw him hug Sammy and say:

“Good job whooping that mofo’s ass, man.”

“I’ll see you later, man,” Sammy sighed, getting in the car, starting the engine.

I just sat there, ready to go and Sammy began to drive off, taking us to the hotel and when we got there, I was still sitting there with my head down low, and there was actually a lot of silence when we got up to our room. I went and took a shower to try and relax. It helped a little but I was still recovering from everything from tonight. It was just so overwhelming and hard to process all at one time.

Whenever I was done, I just threw on shorts and a t-shirt, drying my hair with a towel, and sitting on the end of the bed. I let out a deep breath when I was done, I just sat there but then Sammy sat next to me, getting all of my attention when he took my hand, holding it.

“I know tonight was crazy, but earlier, when I told you things are going to change. They are changing and for the better,” Sammy sighed, “And please know, as long as you’re with me, nothing like that will ever happen again. You’ll never have to deal with an asshole like him again.”

“You said earlier that I was an angel walking on earth,” I whispered, smiling when I looked up to him, saying, “You’re the Angel, Sammy.”

“I’ll be your guardian angel,” Sammy smiled back, smiling so hard it made me laugh a bit, and then I started yawning.

Sammy looked behind me to see the clock, seeing how late it was.

“How about we call it a night, we both need the sleep,” Sammy suggested and I was right there with him.

I yawned again, just nodding my head, getting into bed while Sammy went and turned off the lights. After a long time, I went to bed feeling relaxed and at peace, but my heart racing whenever Sammy got into bed, laying on his side and holding his arms open, inviting me into his arms.

I was a bit hesitant at first because I actually haven’t been held or cuddled in quite some time, but I went into his arms. His embrace was so relaxing, the warmth of his body easing and getting rid of all the bad feelings. I never felt so safe in anyone’s arms and before I knew it, I was off to sleep.

For about two weeks, we took a hiatus and it was desperately needed. I spent almost the entire time with Sammy and it was so much fun.

I did have some troubles though. Even when I ignored the living hell out of Max. His number was blocked in my phone, blocked from all my social media’s, literally everything because he wouldn’t stop messaging me, trying to get me to come back.

He was truly an idiot because I wasn’t coming back. Not back to him. Never again.

But Sammy and I did go back to Dynamite. The Inner Circle were having a council after everything that happened and while they were out in the ring, Sammy and I were backstage.

“Just know, things may get crazy out there. You’re staying by my side,” Sammy told me while on our way to the guerrilla, holding my hand.

He was so protective of me already and in a good way, which I appreciated. It was already a good night and even though we had some serious issues to address, he was still making sure I was happy.

I was wearing his leather jacket, we were matching and he even gave me his hat. Max and the rest of the inner circle just staring at us when we walked on stage.

It looked like Max was about to burst into flames when he saw Sammy and me together. I found it hilarious, but it didn’t take much longer for things to start boiling up.

“What did I tell you, Sammy?” Chris groaned, “You’re dead to me! You just left us! I never wanna see you again!”

Sammy was trying to speak but Chris just wouldn’t shut up then silence fell, everyone shutting up when Sammy yelled:

“Chris! Just shut up and listen!!”

Finally, Chris was paying attention, listening to Sammy when he continued:

“I don’t even have much to say to you, Chris, but there’s something that you need to see. Show you the truth that I knew this entire time!”

We all looked up to the Titantron, a video showing a camera that Sammy hid in the Inner Circle’s locker room.

Soon after, Max, Jake, Santana, and Ortiz were in the locker room, Max leading as he said:

“I think we can all agree. The true reason why the Inner Circle hasn’t reached its glory is because of Chris. Tonight’s the night that we put that old dog to sleep and I am taking over.”

Sammy ended the clip at that, all of us watching closely when Chris turned to Max, ready to rip his head off. The guys also trying to close in on him.

“I told you from the beginning! He is trying to ruin us! And Max, tonight, you’re getting a taste of your own medicine,” Sammy began, but being interrupted by Max.

“Look Sammy, we all know that you edited that and you’re trying to ruin me! Like, you have my baby girl on stage with you. Y/N, you know I love you! Just come here!” Max pleaded, trying to be all innocent, but it made us laugh.

“Oh, you love her? She’s your baby girl? Then why did you do this to her, Max?” Sammy said, almost ready to beat him up again.

Only the people backstage saw what happened between Max and I, everyone else curious as to why I was with Sammy now, but little did they all know, what happened was caught on video by a bystander, Sammy showing that clip.

Truthfully, it hurt to see it in third person, just as bad as when it happened before my eyes. Max’s yelling, how he snatched me like he did, calling me a whore and it left the crowd shocked, all of them gasping and all of them ready to storm the ring and beat up Max for themselves.

Max had no comeback this time and I watched Sammy, a smile growing on my face whenever he got emotional, almost yelling when he said:

“Is that how you treat someone that you, “love”? You put your damn hands on her! Have been treating her like trash for as long as I can remember! Then you want to act like you’re innocent, claiming that you love her and wanna be all sweet like you did nothing wrong?”

There was just silence and I could see Sammy shaking a little but his voice becoming calmer while he said:

“You don’t deserve her. You never did and you’re lucky I didn’t put you in the hospital that night when I beat your ass. Y/N is an Angel walking on earth, who deserves the best and I am going to be the one who gives that to her.”

It caught me off guard a little from how fast Sammy pulled me into his arms, kissing me. I kissed him back even quicker than he kissed me, feeling him smile against our kiss, both of us turning to see how pissed off Max was.

Max actually tried to storm towards us, but Santana and Ortiz quickly jumped in front of him, Ortiz calling for Sammy’s microphone.

“Sammy was right all along and I knew you had some kind of trick up your sleeve. You tried taking everything we busted our asses for, made our brother leave us,” Ortiz began, Santana finishing with:

“That night, when you showed your true colors, showing how you’re a true monster. Don’t think we forgot. Sammy beat me to the punch, quite literally, bashing your face in, but you ain’t off the hook just yet.”

All of them had Max in a circle, Chris making the first move whenever he hit him with his bat. They all tried storming him, but Max rolled out of the ring. Sammy tried cutting him off, but that slippery little coward got away.

They were all in the ring, ready for a fight, but I was able to make things peaceful, getting in the ring, taking Sammy’s hand.

“Sammy, he’s not worth it,” I sighed, trying to calm him down and thankfully, it worked.

Sammy had his arm wrapped around me, all of us at the ropes, watching Max run away, trying to talk smack while making it through the stands.

“Fuck this dude,” Jake groaned, giving him the middle finger, and then we all gave him the middle finger. It was a great feeling for sure and the Inner Circle was reunited and I was grateful to be a part of it.

After that intense moment, we were all at peace, happy while we were making it backstage. Chris wanted to celebrate, going off with Sammy and it was more like a reunion for them, they were super close after all.

I was just hanging with the guys in the locker room, intrigued when Santana, Ortiz, and Jake all sat down around me.

“Y/N,” Ortiz began, “I’m sure when Chris comes back, he will tell you the same thing, but we wanted to tell you now that we’re sorry.”

At first, I was a bit confused but I sat there and paid attention, Santana explaining:

“I know Sammy always had your back before all this shit went down, but we should have stepped up too.”

“As husbands and fathers, we would never let anyone hurt our girls. Whether if it’s verbally or physically,” Jake sighed, “If someone did that to my wife or my little girl, I can’t even describe the things I’d do to them.

“Unlike Max, we knew that you were loyal. You proved that by not only being there for us but still trying to be there for him even when he treated you like garbage,” Ortiz pointed out, “And like Jake said, if someone did that to our girls, we’d lose our shit and we didn’t take care of him like we should have.”

“And for that, we’re sorry,” Santana murmured, showing deep emotion, “Just know, you’re like family to us and I dare that boy to try to even speak to you again.”

With a deep breath, I actually smiled at all of them, smiling:

“I appreciate you guys. I really do. I accept your apology but at the same time, don’t be sorry. Sometimes we have to learn lessons the hard way and that was the case with Max. That kind of stuff was going on long before he joined the Inner Circle. I’m sorry to you guys that I didn’t try and stop it.”

“Enough with being sorry,” Santana smiled at me, “I think we all agree, you’re like a sister to us. Well, a sister-in-law if you are gonna be with Sammy.”

His comment made us all laugh, the smile on my face growing whenever Ortiz said:

“Things are going to be a lot better from here out. . Better for all of us, especially you. If you stay with Sammy, I know he’s going to treat you like a queen and make you happy. That’s exactly what you deserve.”

“That night all that stuff happened, when Sammy and I were alone, he called me an Angel. I told him the same thing but he told me, he’s my guardian Angel. No one has ever done anything like that for me,” I professed, “Sammy, he freed me and now I know what it’s like to be happy, and seeing you guys handling Max like that, it sealed the deal. I know that not only am I going to be happy with Sammy, but with all of you too. Like you guys said, we’re a family.”

“Damn right,” Jake smiled, pulling us in for a group hug and I kindly accepted it, Santana making me laugh while we were hugging by saying:

“Sammy’s right though. You must be some kind of angel because if I were you, I would’ve whooped that boy's ass forever ago.”

We all broke out in laughs, but it started to die down whenever we heard the door open, Chris and Sammy returning.

“You guys are having a group hug without us?!” Chris exclaimed, but laughing along with us, making Sammy join the hug too.

This is exactly what I needed, people I could be around and not be scared to speak or just be myself. I finally felt at peace, all thanks to Sammy.

Afterward, we all got some good food in our system, enjoyed the rest of the show, and just goofed off, having a blast with one another, but time sure did fly, soon, it was time to pack things up.

Most of the guys were heading out and I was still in the locker room, picking up the pace when Sammy came back, saying:

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, getting my bag now,” I sighed, now ready to go, but Sammy approached me, murmuring:

“You know, seeing you with the guys, that was emotional huh?”

“They actually apologized to me,” I explained, still processing it myself, “But like you said, things are changing for the better and they sure loved it when I told them my guardian Angel came and saved the day.”

My comment actually made Sammy blush, pulling me into his sweet embrace, whispering to me, “All of that negativity we had to deal with is gone and now, we can all be happy. Especially me and you.”

Sammy’s smile was very contagious and I expressed how I appreciated him with a soft kiss, whispering, “We’ll be happier than ever.”

[hyunjinspark]

Just as promised, here are my thoughts while reading part 4: (also just a heads up, this got long)

Not y/n thinking that hyun doesn't want to be around her (I hope and believe wholeheartedly that that is untrue)

Her watching him, the way he sorts the paintbrushes with the same dedication she sorts the paints, not caring that it's pointless, just for the order and artistic value of it.

Not y/n fantasising about hyun being a dancer and watching him instead of doing the work seungmin hired her to do :( I hope she will not be in too much trouble, because who could blame her, hyunjin relly is a sight for sore eyes. :)

"You should learn to be more like Hana. She would never care about insignificant stuff like this." Nooo y/n it's not insignificant to care about the comfort of the people around you. That is what makes you a great friend: you care. ☆

"There was one that you absolutely loved." this has to be hyunjin's right? please let it b hyunjin's. careless could mean that he came back to town wanting to experience the feelings he captured in the painting but it is careless, him being an idol. This is me reaching (he wouldn't have agreed to go on a date with hana if it was true), but wouldn't it be so cute if he had also remembered y/n from years back and had specifically her in mind ♡ (I should stop with this unrealistic theory)

NOT ME HAVING TO TAKE A BREAK FROM READING TO DO MATHS, I'M CRYING </3

Hyunjin being so in his on world that he is oblivious to anything happening around him, I love it, the way you described his confusion is so cute. ♡

"God, you must have felt I was ignoring you on purpose" HOW? how tf is this guy so perceptive? can he mind-read?

They are SO similar, basically the same person with how they think about art and care for the people around them. Even how they both have the reflex to apologise for talking about art. ☆

The paragraph about room-cleaning makes me feel called out. oooops =/

Okay so it's not his painting, look at me being delusional with my theories.

Hyunjin is so worried about not saying anything hurtful, it's so cute aaagh. And of course y/n comes to the conclusion that he want's to make a good impression on her because of hana, when I'm quite sure she is the last thing on his mind right now. The situation has no connection to her and on the date he seemed far from 24/7 thinking about her level in love with hana.

"How many people in his past had assumed he was those things?" it is so adorable how y/n is worried about hyun ☆

Hyunjin is curious about y/n, and so intrigued by her answer, I love how you show his admiration. Also not him not even noticing how y/n mentioned hana, he just skipped right over it haha. ♡

Both of them being so curious about each other but for one reason or another deeming it inappropriate to ask might just make my heart burst. ☆

Did hyunjin mean to imply that looking him up would be normal, since its normal to look up people you have a crush on? Obviously not consciously but what about subconsciously?

"That’s the only reason you were here, talking to him for so long, right?" wrong, but (hopefully) y/n will find that out in time

"I’m sorry, I’ve just made you talk of nothing else" Why are they so similar? this is basically the same as Hyunjin apologizing about accidentally ignoring y/n. ♡

NOOOO y/n why didn't you ask that question? we all wanted to know.

"Hana likes you a lot" I don't actually think she does, but whatever you say y/n.

"Maybe she found another boy to move on with this week" See? lix and I are on the same page about this one. Hana isn't actually into hyunjin, she is just using him.

Why does it sound like felix is jealous of hyun? I do not like where this is going, like at all. Don't make me cry please. "That’s the embodiment of everything we hate about the city" that is basically asking if y/n is still on his side. This is torture, please make this just being a good friend, I couldn't deal with felix being in love with y/n and getting heartbroken. Sunshine doesn't deserve that. :(

"You want Hana to date Hyunjin?" he knows, or at least suspects. don't lie to him y/n.

"and it’s not like you have anything better to do rn" I was about to forgive you about being late hana, we all know the struggle of picking out something to wear, but wtf. Other people have lives too, yk. not everything revolves around you, and respecting your friends time they took out of their day to see you instead of insulting them is basic decency.

How you described the dance video was perfect. I loved it. ♡

"I had a dream about it" a lot of people noticed how hana really seems to believe in fate, so this probably makes her think she is on the right path, even if she is only superficially attracted to him.

Of course she would bring up yeonjun. am I even surprised at this point?

"“Dance?” Hana’s face twisted into confusion, “No, I was going through his dating history…”" I feel like a broken record saying how she isn't interested in Hyunjin for his personality and the things that are important to him, but this seems like an appropriate time to repeat myself again.

Wow, hana. real classy. First you make your friend look bad in front of your date (knowing you also looked him up, and way worse aspects), which wouldn't even be okay if your friend wasn't in love with your date, and then you pretend like you are interested in his art/dancing and really took your time admiring it when you haven't even seen it. (throwing y/n under the bus in the process by taking her answer, I might add)

No wonder hyunjin is more interested in y/n's opinion, and I don't think it's only because she is also an artist that he seemed to value her opinion.

"It was Hana that mattered right now" I think I've said this before, but why does y/n continue to be such a good friend for hana when she doesn't even do basic friend things? :/

"But why would I lie?" you woudn't lixie, because you are a good friend. and you wouldn't change your mind about who your favorite is, because y/n ias been a better friend in every way until now. It's the reason why being her friend only seems like an afterthought ("And Hana’s")

"Hyunjin was watching the two of you with a curious expression" he is SO thinking about what is going on between y/n and felix/ how close they are. You can not convince me otherwise. ☆

"Hana was right. You are a pretty boy" While I am not surprised that that was hana's main concern when telling minho about hyunjin, I continue to be disappointed in her each time she says/does something unlikeable or superficial. I really want her to be better, there must be a reason that y/n, felix and minho continue to be friends with her.

"“Minho, they’re very late” Yongbok interrupted." everybody say "thank you felix, for saving the day" ♡

The way I feel the emotional exhaustion catching up to y/n once hana and hyunjin are gone, it is so realistic.

Okay, so I absolutely loved it. You are amazing jade. I am already excited for the rest of the story, and I would love to have a whole chapter from hyunjin's perspective because I am just so curious what he is thinking about. ☆

hello, my love ! thank you for always sending in your lovely thoughts and a glimpse into your mind 💭 as you read it. exactly, they’re so similar in the way that they function :( it’s crazy. the name of the painting was actually “caress”, instead of careless, but yes its not hyunjins haha! he is definitely so curious about her, and that scene was so important for him to realize he likes the way she thinks about things, even when they are different from his own.

you made me laugh with your statements on hana 😭 i know you dislike her, and for justified reasons but its still funny to read haha. im so happy you liked the way i described the dance video, i think i watched it more than 20 times at 5 am to be able to capture a part of my feelings for it 😭 hyun is super curious about yongbok and yn and its so fun to write the dynamic between the three of them !

thank you for sending this in, love. i hope you love the next chapter too 🫶🏻

[bungou-stray-dingus]

🎇Gravity🎇

Chuuya x Reader bickering but also fluff .... ENJOY

He had been working late shifts for the past week, usually not even making it home before he crashed on the small sofa that was in his office. It didn’t matter that he was an executive, if he had work to do he would do it, and he wouldn’t stop until it was complete.

By the time he came back to the shared penthouse he was expecting a warm welcome from you. He missed you like crazy, he missed your soft hugs and feathery light kisses that would wake him up in the morning. He missed being home, and by home it was anywhere that you were.

You were staring out the large window that overlooked the city, the lights reflected in your eyes, the silver moonlight lit your face up, it was a sight that he had been long awaiting. “Hey!” He called out to you, shocked that you didn’t come running to him like you usually did when he came home from work. It wasn’t unusual for you to daydream though, so he thought that maybe you hadn’t heard him come in. He walked over to where you were standing, snaking his arms around your waist.

“An entire week this time...” You mumbled, pulling out of his hold. “You could have at least called, told me that you were okay.”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck was all he could think. He hadn’t called, hadn’t texted you. When he was in work mode, he didn’t think of anything but work. He had screwed up. “You know that my job gets busy. I can’t call you or text you all the time Y/N.” He wasn’t going to apologize, it wasn’t exactly his fault, and to be fair you hadn’t called him to check on him... or so he thought.

“Oh my god, I don’t expect that. At least a hey, I’m not dead, that would have worked.” You sighed. “Do you know how many times I tried to text you... call you?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and tried to turn it on.

“Your calls must have killed the battery. But hey, I’m here now, so see, I’m not dead.” He shrugged and your mouth hung open at his complete disregard.

“I... oh my god, I can’t believe you right now.”

“What? What did I do? I’m home.”

“You’re unbelievable!” You threw your arms up, you didn’t have it in you to argue with him, and he was truly confused as to why you were so worked up about it.

You started walking to the patio, you needed space, you needed to clear your thoughts, calm down. He watched you walk out, happy that you weren’t leaving through the front door at least, but he still didn’t understand what the hell was wrong.

He paced through the apartment, trying to think of why you would be upset. His phone was charging in the corner and it finally buzzed, letting him know that it was charged enough to turn on. He walked over to where it was laying and scrolled through the one hundred plus unread texts.

“Hey, just wondering if you’ll be home tonight? Love you xoxo”

“Guess you’re working late. Dinners in the fridge. See you in the morning. Missing you”

“Damn, tell Mori to chill. You’re still not home. Should I make breakfast for you?”

“Getting kinda lonely...”

“The bed is too big without you.”

“I relly muss u... uyr winr isss gineeee”

“Hangovers suck without you”

“I threw up on myself...”

“BITCH WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU ITS BEEN TWO DAYS!???!?”

“Sorryaboutthelasttext”

“Did you lose your phone?”

“Please come home.”

“It’s like day five and you still haven’t written back....”

“I swear to god Chuuya, please write back.”

“I don’t know what I’d do if you were gone. I need you. Please come back home. I’m scared.”

“You’re dead aren’t you? I know you can’t write back if you are... but... if you’re not, please write back. I haven’t stopped crying.”

“BITCH IS THAT YOUR MOTHER FUCKING CAR PULLING UP?!”

“ASSHOLE.”

“Shit. Ah shit shit shit fuck shit.” He felt awful. You thought he died. You were crying, you missed him, you just wanted him home, you wanted to know that he was alright. He always tried his best to be the best boyfriend for you, you deserved it, you put up with a lot of his shit, plus the constant worrying you went through due to his line of work.

You were still out on the patio, he knew you were waiting for him to come out, but for the first time he couldn’t muster up the courage. He went back to pacing the floor, thinking about what he could say to you to make it all better, or at least get you to stop being so mad at him. He couldn’t leave you out there all night though, it would get cold and then you would get sick and that would be his fault and he couldn’t have that.

So he walked to the patio door, the glass of the door was like a mirror, he saw the dark circles under his eyes, how unkempt his hair was, he didn’t like it. When he looked past his reflection he saw you sitting in the deck chair, your chin resting in your palms as you looked over the city. Even when you were sulking you looked like a queen, you were his queen, and even a king bows down to the queen.

He opened the door slowly, causing you to look up slowly. He saw your eyes were red, you were obviously crying. “Please come back inside. I’m sorry.” He wasn’t used to apologizing, it felt strange. He wasn’t the ‘I’m sorry’ type, and saying it made him feel weak.

“Not until you apologize.” Even you weren’t used to him apologizing, the words seemed to go right over your head, unheard by your ears. You dropped your gaze back down to your feet.

“I just said I’m freaking sorry!” He shouted, quickly shutting his mouth when he saw you tense up at his raised voice. Dammit he thought, rubbing his hands over his face as he tried to compose himself.

You both were exhausted, and you both knew this. “I’m sorry, really. Come back inside and talk to me.” He held out his hand and you grabbed it weakly, letting him help you out of the chair and back inside the warmth of the penthouse.

“I stayed up every night, I tried to get sleep, but I couldn’t. I was so worried about you, the bed was empty without you there, and I couldn’t close my eyes, every time I did I kept seeing horrible things and I didn’t want to see them and I just...” You were talking so quick, and he was trying to take it all in. You couldn’t even finish your sentence, you had started crying by the middle of your speech and by the end you were out of breath, dropping your head onto his lap and curling up into the fetal position as he ran his fingers through your hair, trying to calm you down.

“I know.” His voice was soothing, he waited for your sniffling to stop before he started talking. “Your boyfriend is very very stupid, and sometimes he doesn’t realize that he’s messing up.” You looked up at him, your head still in his lap. His third person explanation was weak, but it made you giggle, and he leaned over to kiss your lips when they pulled up into a smile. “But I promise, I’m taking an entire week off, if anyone had a problem with it they can fuck off. It’s gonna be a whole week just for us. My queen comes first.” You blushed and he brushed his fingers over your burning cheeks, his touch was light as a feather.

“I missed you so much, you’re such a pain in my ass.” You said jokingly. He was lucky that you loved him so much, and although he couldn’t quite understand why you loved him as much as you did, he never took it for granted. He honestly felt like he didn’t deserve you, but he felt like the luckiest man in the world whenever he came home to you, you were truly his.

“I’m your pain in the ass though.” He smiled wide, looking down into your wide, red rimmed Y/E/C eyes. They were bright and full of love for him and him only.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” You murmured, and for the first time he felt like he would cry. He was so happy with you, perfectly content when you were in his arms.

When it came to gravity, he might be able to control it, but you were what kept him centered. You had your own pull on him, his world revolved around you.

[dailydianakko]

Undying Au-Fuck

help.

I woke up the next day in my coffin. I walked out of it and put on some black eyeliner, black eyesharrow, blood-bed lipstick and a black really low-cut leather dress that was all ripped and in stripes so you could see my belly. I was wearing a skull belly ring with black and red diamonds inside it. (Da night before Diana and I rent back to the skull (geddit skull koz im goffik n I like deth). Holbrooke chased Pool away. We flew there on our brooms. Mine was black and the broom-stuff was blood-red. There was lace all over it. Diana had a black MCR boom. We went back to our rooms and we had you-know-what to a Linkin Park song.) Well anyway I went down to the Grate Hall. There all da walls were painted black and da tables were black too. But you fould see that there was pink pant underneath the black pant. And there were pastors of poser bands everywhere, like Ashlee Simpson and the Backstreet Boys. “WTF!” I shouted going to sit next to Lotte Gothic Night’fall 666 and Barbara. L’Ote Gothic Nightfall 666 was wearing a black leather mini with a Good Chraloote t-shirt, black fishnets and black pointy boots. Barbara was wearing a long gothic blak dress with blood red writing that was all lacy and came up to your thighs and black boots and fishnets. Vampire, Dracula and Diana came. We started to talk about who was sexier, Mikey or Gerard Way or Billie Joe Armstrong. The girls joined in cause they were bi. “Those guys are so fucking hot.” Andrew was saying as suddenly a gothic old woman with a black beard and everything came. She was the same one who had chassed away Paul yesterday. She had normal tan skin but she was wearing white foundation and she had died her hare black. “……………….HOOLBROOKE?1!” we all gasped. “WTF?” I shouted angrily. “I thought she was just wearing that to scare Paul!” “Hello everyone.” she said happily. “As u can see I gave the room a makeover. Whjat do u fink about it?” Everyone from the poser table in Gryiffindoor started to cheer. Well we goths just looked at each other all disfusted and shook our heads. We couldn’t believe what a poser he was!1. “BTW you can call me Miranda.” SHE CALLED AS WE LEFT to our classes. “What a fucking poser!” Duana shouted angrily as we we to Transfomation. We were holding hands. Vampire looked really jealous. I could see her crying blood in a gothic way (geddit, way lik Gerard) but I didn’t say anything. “I bet she’s havin a mid-life crisis!” Su’cY shouted. I was so fucking angry. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX All day we sat angerly finking about Helbrooke. We were so fucking pissed off. Well, I had one thing to look forward too- da MCR concert. It had been postphoned, so we could all go. Anyway, I went to the common room sadly to cut classes. Diana was being all secretive. I asked what it was and she got all mad me and started crying all hot and angsty (rnt sensitve lesbian gurlz r so hot). “No one fucking understands me!1” she shouted angrily as her green and blonde hare went in her big blue eyes like Billie Joe in Boulevard of Borken Dreamz. Shee was wearing black baggy paints, a black MCR t-shirt and a black die. (geddit insted of tie koz im goffik) I was wearing a blak leather low cut top with chains all over it all over it a blak leather mini, black high held boots and a cross belly fing. My hair was al up in a messy relly high bun like Amy Lee in Gong Under. (email me if u wana see da pik) “Accuse me? What about me!” I growled. “Buy-but-but-” she grunted. “You fucking bastard!” I moaned. “No! Wait! It’s not what it fucking looks like!” she shouted. But it was to late. I knew what I herd. I ran to the bathroom angrily, cring. Diana banged on the door. I whipped and whepped as my blody eyeliner streammed down my cheeks and made cool tears down my feces like Benji in the video for Girls and Bois (VALK that is soo our video!). I TOOOK OUT A CIGARETE END STARTED TO smoke pot. Suddenly Avery came. she had appearated. “You gave me a fucking shock!” I shouted angrily dropping my pot. “Wtf do you fink you’re doing in da red team’s room?” Only it wasn’t just Avery. Someone else was with her too! For a second I wanted it 2 b Andrew or maybe Diana but it was HObrooke. “Hey I need to ask you a question.” she said, pulling out her black wanabe-goffik purse. “What are u wearing to the concert?” “U no who MCR r!” I gasped. “No I just saw there was a concert dat a lot of gothz and punx were going 2.” She said. “Anyway Diana has a surprise for u.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX All day I wondered what the surprise was. Meanwhile, I pot on a blak ledder mini, a blak corset with urple lace stuff all over it, an black gothic compact boots. MCR were gong 2 do the concert again, since POOL had taken over the last one. I slit my wrists while I moshed 2 MCR in my bedroom all night, feeling excited. Suddenly someone knocked on the door while I was trying on sum black clothes and moshing to Fang u 4 da Venom. I gut all mad and turned it of, but sacredly I hopped inside dat it was Diana so we could do it again. “Wut de fucking hell r u doing!” I shouted angrily. It was Picies! “R u gonna cum rape me or what.” I yelled. I was allowed to say dat because Holbrooke had told us all 2 be careful around het and Nelson since she was a pedo. “No, actshelly (geddit, hell) kan I plz burrow sum condemns.”s he growld angrily. “Yah, so u can fuk ur six-yr-old gurlfriend, huh?” I shouted sarkastikally. “Fuker.” She said, gong away. Well anyway, I put on some black eyesharow, black eyeliner, and some black lipstick and white foundation. Then I went. Den I gasped…………………………………………………………….Pieces and Nelson were in da middle of da empty hall, doin it, and Finnelan was watching!1 “Oh my god you ludacris idiot!” they both shooted angrily when they saw me. Finnelan ran away crying. Dey got up, though. Normally I wood have ben turned on (I luv cing the sheep of wuter) but both of them were fuking preps. “WTF is that why u wanted condoms?” I asked sadistically. (c I speld dat) “Only you wouldn’t give them to me!” Pisces shouted angrily. “Well you shoulda told me.” I replayed. “You dimwit!.” Nelson began 2 shoot angrily. And then………I took out my black camera and took a pic of them. U could see that they were naked and everything. “Well xcuse me!” they both shouted angrily. “What was dat al about?” “It wuz to blackmail u.” I snarked. “So now next time you see me doing it with my girlfriend you cant fuking rat me out or I’ll show dis to holbeook. So fuck off, u bastards!” I started to run. They chased me but I threw my wound at them and dey tripped over it. Well anyway, I went outside and there was Paul, looking extremely fucking hot. “WTF where’d Diana?” I asked him. “Oh she’s bein a fucking bastard. She told me she wouldn’t cum.” Vampire said shaking her hed. “U wanna cum with me? 2 the concert?” Then….. she showed me his flying car. I gasped. It was a black car. She said her rummate constanze had given it 2 her. The license plate on the front sed MCR666 on it. The one on da back said ‘AAKEW’ on it. ……….I gasped. We flew to the concert hall. MCR were there, playing. Vampire and I began 2 make out, moshing to the muzik. I gapsed, looking at da band. I almost had an orgasim. Gerard was so fucking hot! He begin 2 sing ‘Helena’ and his sexah beautiful voice began 2 fill the hall. ……….And den, I heard some crrying. I turned and saw Diana, cryin in a corner. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Later we all went in the skull. Diana was crying in da common room. “Duana are u okay?” I asked in a gothic voice. “No I’m not u fuking bitch!”s he shouted angrily. She stated to run out of the place in a suicidal way. I stated to cry cuz I was afraid she would commit suicide. “Its ok Akki.” said Vampire comfortly. “Ill make her feel better.” “U mean you’ll go fuck her wont you!” I shouted angrily. Then I ran 2 get Diana. Vampire came too. “Diana please come!” she began to cry. Tears of blood came down her pail face. I wuz so turned on cuz I love sensitive lesbun gurlz. (if ur a homophone den fuk of!) And then………………………….. we herd sum footsteps! Vampire got out her blak invincibility coke. We both gut under it. We saw the janitor Meenotar there, shouting angrily with a flashlight in his hand. “WHOSE THERE!” he shouted angrily. We saw a rat come. It went unda da invisibility cloke and started to meow loudly. “IS ANY1 THERE!” yelled Mr. Menotaur. “No fuck u you preppy little poser sun of a fukcing bich!” Vampire said under her breast in a disgusted way. “EXCUS ME! EXCUS ME WHO SED DAT!” yelled Mr. Norris. Den he heard the rat meow. “RAT is der any1 unda da cloak!” he asked. The Rat nodded. And then……………………….Vampir frenched me! She did it jus as…………………….. Mr. Mentouar was taking of da cloak!1 “WHAT DA-” he yelled but it was 2 late cuz now we were ruining away frum him. And den we saw Duana crying n bustin in2 tearz and slitting her rists outside of da school. “Diana!” I cried. “R u okay?” “I guess though.” Diana weeped. We went back to our coffins frenching each other. Diana and I decided to watch Lake Placid (c isnt da deprezzin) on the gothic red bed together. As I wuz about 2 put in the video, my eyes rolled up and suddenly I had a vision of something that was happening now. There was a knok on the door and Fafnir and da Mystery of Magic walked into the school!1 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX All day everyone talked about the Misery of Magic. Well anyway, I woke up the next day. I was in my coffin so I opened the door. I was wearing blak lacey leather pajamas. Then I gasped. Standing in front of me where………………. B;loody Lotta Nighdfall 666, Vampire, Diabolo, Diana, Dracula and Barbara! I opened my crimson eyes. Barbara was wearing a tight black leather top with pictures of bloody roses all over it. Under that she wart a black poofy skirt wit lace on it and black gothic boots that was attached to the top. Vampire was wearing a baggy Simple Plan t-shirt and baggy black pants and Vans. Diana was wearing a black MCR t-shirt and blak jeans and a leather jacket. She looked just likee Gerard Way, and almost as fucking sexy. Vampire looked like Joel Madden. B’loody Lotte Nightf’all 666 was wearing a tight black poofy gothic dress that she had ripped so it showed of all her clearage with a white apron that said ‘bich’ and other swear words and MCR lyrics on it kind of like one dress I had seen Amy Lee wear once. Darkness (who is Avery) was there too. She was weaving a ripped gothic black dress with ripped stuff all over it and a lace-up top thing and black pointy boots. So were Hannah and Wangari. It turns out that Darkness, Diabolo, Hannahs and Wangaru’s dad was a vampire. He committed suicide by slitting his wrists with a razor. He had raped them and stuff before too. They all got so depressed that they became goffik and converted to Stanism. “OMFG” I yielded as I jumped up. “Why the fuck are u all here?” “Akki something is really fucked up.” Duana said. “OK but I need to put my fucking clothes on first.” I shouted angrily. “It’s all right. We have to go now and you look kawaii anyway. Your so fucking beautiful.” Diana said in a sexy voice. “Oh all right.” I said smiling. “But you have to tell me why your being all erective.” “I will I will.” she said. So I just put on some black eyeliner, black lipstick and red eyeshadow and white foundation. Then I came. We all went outside the Lucbh room and looked in from a widow. A fucking prep called Chole from Purple Teeam was standing next to us. She was wearing a pink mini and a Hilary Duff t-shirt so we put up our middle fingers at her. Inside the Great Hall we could see Holbreooke. FAFNIE was there shouting at Hobroooke. Finnelam was there too. “THIS CANNOT BE!” she shouted angrily. “THE SCHOOL MUST BE CLOSED!” “PAUL IS PLANNING TO KILL THE STUDENTS!” yelled Fafrnir. “YOU ARE NOT FIT TO BE THE PRINCIPAL ANY LONGER!” yelled Finnelan. “YOU ARE TOO OLD AND YOUR ALZHEIMERS IS DANGEROUS! YOU MUST RETRY OR PAUL WILL KILL YOUR STUDENTS!” “Very well.” Holbrooke said angrily. “Butt we cannot do this. We can’t close the school. There is only one person who is capable of killing Paul and she is in the school. And her name is…………………………………………………………………..Akko Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way.” Diana, Hannah, Barbara, Darkness, S’ucky, Vampire and B’loody Lotte Nightfall 666 looked at each other………I gasped.

[noroger]

Your gonna lose that girl.

George Harrison x Reader

Summary: George falls for Roger Taylor’s girl.

Its a follow on from my fic ‘take good care of my baby, roger taylor x reader’ but they still make sense if you read them on their own.

i hope you like it @givemequeen :), im glad you liked the original fic enough to request more.

Im very sorry its taken so long,, i haven’t really been in the mood to write recently.

I have 8 different scenes in here so she thicc.

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You had found yourself comfortable on a bar stool for the past 20 minutes sipping on drinks that got more stonger the more you bought.

Usually you would be at home waited for your boyfriends phone call but since he hadn’t called you for the past 2 nights you decide to stop mopping around home and mope around in a bar instead.

You were so absorbed in thought that you didn’t hear the comotion of the guy sitting beside you on another bar stool until he spoke.

“Whatever your drinking smells strong” he lighting said which made you jump a little.

You turned your head around and were met with brown eyes.

George Harrison.

Of course you knew who he was, you used to see him at parties wandering around or the media.

You let out a little tut as you picked up the glass and swiftly downed the rest “not strong enough” you spoke.

“Why’s that?, something going on?” he softly asked and he picked up his drink too.

You scoffed to yourself, “something like that” you answered as you called the bartender over to order yourself another drink.

“Wanna tell me?”

You let out a soft laugh “im not about to be one of those bar stereotypes, the ones who come to drink and then spill all their sorrows out on a stranger”.

You heard him chuckle softly from beside you.

“Where’s Roger Taylor anyway, your usually never off his arm?”

You gave him an offended look and his eyes started to widen as he realised how bad it sounded and you raised an eyebrow at him as he started to stutter.

“I-i well, i just meant that your always with him cause your his girl and-... shit im sorry” he stopped his rambling with a worried chuckle as he ran his hand through his brown locks.

“It dont matter” you shrugged as you sipped your drink, “not really sure im his girl anymore”.

George looked at you with a confused look as you chugged the rest of your drink.

“Talk to me” he spoke as he put a hand on your thigh which weirdly felt comforting rather than it being seen as him trying to cop a feel.

You could see the worried look in his deep eyes and yiu knew he meant no harm, he did relly care about the situation and he wanted to help comfort you rather than help you drink all your sorrows away.

So you told him about the distance you and Roger had created, Roger lying about his whereabouts and coming home at early hours in the morning, him forgetting important things.

George was so helpful that night and you hated to admit it but you felt butterflies form in your stomach when he would smile at you from time to time or when his hand would brush against yours.

He helped you home that night after he let you cry on his shoulder, his warm embrace comforting you and you felt like you had known this man for years.

He helped you up the stairs and into your bed ad you passes out in sleep straight away from being so drunk and exhausted from crying. He made sure to leave a glass of water and aspirin at your bedside table and he locked the door for you and posted the keys through the letter box.

You didnt know any of this happened untill you woke up confused, the one thing you didnt know even when you woke up was that he set a small loving kiss to the top of your forehead before he left.

If you don't take her out tonight

She's gonna change her mind

(She's gonna change her mind)

And I will take her out tonight

And I will treat her kind

(I'm gonna treat her kind)

The next time you and George met it was at this small coffee shop that you loved, the one you and Roger would always go to so he could focus on his song writing.

It wasn’t coincidental that you had met George at the coffee shop obviously, he had left his number on the beside table the night he helped you home.

At first you both agreed as meeting on terms as friends but as weeks past, the more time you spent with George the more you seemed to forget about Roger.

It felt wrong, you thought Roger would be the one for you but George seemed to overtake him. You would never replace Roger but being with George felt better and you hated to admit it.

George took you out ever chance he would, you wouldn’t care if it was just to his house or to a fancy restaurant as long as you guys were together.

You started staying up later on the phone to each other, laughing about random things. You started missing each othet the days you couldn’t be together.

He started sending flowers or a box of chocolates to your house with cute little notes on the days he was busy at the studio or if your day was occupied.

Your heart felt full when you were with him.

Roger took half your heart away with him when he went on tour but George filled back up the missing piece.

“I dont know why this feels so wrong and so right at the same time” you breathed out as your head rested on Georges chest.

He hummed in response as his eyes were closed, taking in the moment.

You were both lying on his couch in the living room, having just watched a movie together.

“I know i know, just don’t think of it like your doing something wrong to Roger, just think of us as two friends hanging out” he softly spoke.

You cuddled deeper into him as you nodded and focused on the tv infront of you that was now playing your favourite movie.

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

If you don't treat her right, my friend

You're gonna find her gone,

(You're gonna find her gone)

'Cause I will treat her right, and then

You'll be the lonely one

(You're not the only one)

“I’ve fallen for you George and i hate but love it all at the same time because i’m with another man, but i really do love you and i just wanted to know if you feel the same way?”

The shocked expression on his features made your heart pound faster in your chest.

“D-do you not feel the same way?” you quietly asked.

“No, of course i do love” he chuckled softly. “Just a bit surprised that you’ve fallen for me, i mean why would you want a ex beatles member when you have a queen drummer”.

“George, none of that matters” you shook your head as you moved forward to byour closer to him. “I’ve fallen for you because your the most amazing man in the world, you treat me so good”.

George felt his breath hitch at how close your faces were.

Your heart rate started to pick up and you felt both of you start to lean in as your eyes were both locked on each other’s lips.

As soon as your lips were about to touch you turned you head so he would kiss your cheek instead.

You closed your eyes as you felt him pull back and sigh, you didn’t want to see the hurt look on his face.

“I’m sorry” you whimpered. “I can’t, not just now, not when i’m still with Roger” you spoke as you felt you lip quiver.

“No, it’s okay love” he spoke as he placed his hand in your face. “Love look at me”.

“I understand” he placed a soft kiss to your forehead and wrapped you in his arms.

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna loooooooo...

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

I'll make a point

Of taking her away from you

(Watch what you do)

Yeah

The way you treat her

What else can I do?

(You're gonna lose that girl)

Your breath hitched in your throat as the sound of the telephone rang our through your house knowing fine well that it was Roger calling.

You tried to rush to the phone but also tip toe so you didn’t wake up the sleeping man that slept where Roger usually would.

“Hello?” you spoke trying to be quiet.

“Hello love” you could practically see his smile through his words as you sighed into the receiver. “I know your probably mad at me for not calling in several days love” he spoke “we’ve just been so busy with rehearsals and then we have the shows and then i just feel so exhausted after” you knew he was lying, you could tell as soon as he even started the sentence that it would be another blatent lie.

“I understand” you spoke softly into the receiver, your disappointment in the relationship deepening even more.

“Your always so patience with me, i love you for that” his voice spoke into the phone from miles away and your heart raced as you knew you still loved this man even thought there was another man you had secretly been seeing sleeping in this place on your shared bed in your shared home.

“Of course Roger” you said in a monotone voice as you looked at the door of your bedroom that was just opened wide enough to see George’s sleeping figure.

“How are you?”

“I’m okay, but uh,” you hesitated, “we need to talk when you get back” you said sternly.

There was a pause before he spoke up “everything okay?”

“We’ll speak when you come home Roger” the word ‘home’ felt unnatural to say now, because this place wasnt your home anymore, you didn’t want it to be.

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna loooooooo...

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

“God Y/N!, stop being so selfless!” Your friend hissed at you.

“It doesn’t matter how Roger feels okay, it’s about how you feel” She spoke has she took your hand into hers.

You were explaining the whole situation to her from meeting George in the bar, to your terrible excuse of a relationship with Roger and how you had fallen for George without having any sexual intimacy involved, all of the feelings come from complete love from your heart.

“If you love George and he feels the same then you need to be with George even if that means hurting Roger, with or without George being involved you shouldn’t still be in this relationship” She spoke as you listened so deeply to her words.

You sighed deeply as you nodded. “I know” you concluded as she wrapped you up in a deep hug.

I'll make a point

Of taking her away from you

(Watch what you do)

Yeah

The way you treat her

What else can I do?

The silence was defining and Roger looked at you waiting for you to spit the words, your heart thumping in your chest didn’t help at all.

“I’m sorry Roger, but i’ve fallen for another man” you sobbed out.

You couldn’t look at his face, you didn’t want to, but when he didn’t respond you had worried he’d walked out somehow without you knowing.

Making eye contact with him, his mouth at gape as his eyes tearing up, ‘okay’ he choked out as he nodded and then stood up to walk outside into the back garden.

You felt hurt for how short his answer was and for how he walked away, did he really not care?.

You felt the tears flow freely as you looked around your once loved home, all the memories you shared together. First visiting the house to decorating to all the loving nights together, to the arguments.

The picture that sat in the frames mocked you, you hated to look at them because you guys looked so happy together and you hated that it had to be like this.

“I can help you pack?” you jumped at the sudden voice that came from behind yo.

“Roger”- you breathed our as you saw his hurt face “im so sorry” you whimpered out as he shook his head, he understood and you knew that.

“Stop it, you deserve to be with someone who can love and treat you right” he spoke as he wrapped you into a hug.

You let out a sob as you took in his scent in once last time, the smoke still strong from his last cigarette but the sweet smell of the shampoo he used caught your attention the most because it was the most beautiful smell ever.

“I will always love you y/n, i know ive been a shitty boyfriend and i wish things would have been different” he hummed into your hair as wet drops fell into it.

You hoped that was never the last time you’d see Roger, maybe you guys could somehow be friends?.

If you don't take her out tonight

She's gonna change her mind

(She's gonna change her mind)

And I will take her out tonight

And I will treat her kind.

(I'm gonna treat her kind)

You slammed harshly on the familiar door, the rain outside poured harshly, soaking into your clothes and your tears soaking your face.

The brown door swung open and you were met with a worried expression.

“I did it-“ you breathed out “we are over” you continued as the man you loved stood infront of you.

George sighed out in relief as he pulled you into the house and immediately went to get you a change of clothes.

When he came back down you got changed and he immediately took you into his arms, pulling you down onto the couch and wrapping a blanket around the two of you.

“G-george-“ you croaked out as you looked up into his eyes.

He nodded softly, waiting for you to carry on.

“I love you” you whispered for the first time as you brought your hand up to be placed on his face and he leaned into your touch.

“I love you too” he moved to kiss your hand as his eyes lit up as you spoke the words.

He didnt speak after that, he knew you were heartbroken and he understood that you needed time. No words were needed to be spoken as the silence was comforting.

You started to drift asleep, wanting to forget the days evets for just a couple hours.

The small loving kiss George had placed on your forehead the first time you met was placed back onto your head as you slep peacefully.

“Im so glad your mine” he spoke softly.

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

[hidaika]

1 thru 5, 21, 22 and 23 for the sidestep ask game :0?

I want to clarify that my english is not good/native language. I use this asks for character development, meaning that the answers are big and can be a bit tiring to read + I’m not a writer but… I hope you enjoy! :)

1. What is their secret identity? do they have any nicknames? what is the meaning behind them?

His name is Mashda Aayari, he’s Middle Eastern. I figure him to be 34 (he looks like the dad/uncle of all steps) He only has one nickname, “Masi”. On my HC, Mashda is HoH, makes petnames to close people (that’s self inserted tbh). Mashda was calling Ortega “Richi” all the time, so Ricardo made a nickname to him that rhymes, Masi & Richi.

(Storytime) Ricardo and Mashda got a special bond in the sidestep days, Ricardo helped Mashda with getting accostumed to speak a bit, and Mashda showed him sign language :)

2. What is their sexual/romantic orientation and gender?

He’s a male (cis), uses he/him pronouns. And he’s gay, big gay

3. What is their villain name? Why did they choose it?

Sidestep. He was blinded by his own cowardice, thinking he could defy his own past wearing the same cape. But he just got hit right in the guts after all the mayhem he caused. Mashda knew that he was just concealing all this feelings for years, he made a first boom on his first appearance as a villain. Becoming Sidestep meant something new, something he doesn’t likes at all and hopes to change soon in Book II.

4. What does their villain armor look like? What is their typical style of dress?

His whole look resembles Sidestep’s original design, the patterns are pretty much the same, and the helmet has that two things too. The helmet has a “thing” that empowers his telepathic powers, looks like a third eye that follows the movement of whatever target his confronting. Oh! I almost forgot that he wears heels.

(Storytime)  Mortum and Aya (Mashda’s puppet) are always joking about “oh, imagine if he was the real Sidestep hohoho”. She tells Aya if adding heels would be ok, just for messing with the “boss” and if it was the real Step, he needed some “anonymity”, and of course, Aya/Mashda couldn’t say no, maybe because it could sound suspicious or Masi thought it was a good idea, no one knows.

5. What is their zodiac sign?

He’s a sagittarius, born on December 15!

21. what is their philosophy?

He’s a double-minded person, you might know the part where he acts like a clown, everything is about making everyone laugh or irritated. But it might suprise you that he’s a conscientious man, someone who knows well what the big picture is about. This makes it hard to play by his own rules, he can be helping out civilians in danger but at the same time be so heartless to take down a floating castle, making a couple of kids cry and find it amusing, the audacity! >:( 

(But for real he’s just a big mess, I would like to say he’s amoral and arrogant, it’s difficult to put a stable plan in a character like this :0)

22. How do they feel about their telepathy? Is it a gift? A curse?

In my HC, Mashda is HoH (hard of hearing), most of what he hears are faint mumblings, being a telepath has helped him to talk fluently. At a more personal level, he just think it’s neat, a relly precious tool he will missed dearly if it’s gone, so yeah, he basically thinks of it as a gift.

23. How do they feel about possessing people?

Pretty excited, like a little child causing mayhem. He enjoy this a lot and  treats most of them like toys. But then there’s Aya, he’s too fond of his own puppet and just the idea of getting her hurt pissed him a lot, after all she’s his only friend, in a way.

[justice-for-shayla]

The Shadow and the Soul

A/N: This has been finished for hours but I couldn’t post it without a title. The prompt I received (Many days ago) was Historical AU and Secret Relationship, only one of which is a focus for this part. I have a second part planned but it may need a third to wrap things up. 

Word Count: 4000 

A note on Historical Accuracy: The inaccuracy here is intentional. I will break all rules of history in order to steal the aesthetics of a time period, (in this case the Antebellum South, without all the nastiness. I’m not going to write characters I like as former or current slave owners, that’s fucking gross.) Don’t send me messages or write comments about how this isn’t true or wouldn’t work. I don’t care.  

Warnings: Historical Inaccuracy, Civil War Mentions, Death Mentions, Melodramatic Period Piece Tropes, Smut in Later Chapters (18+ Only) 

The locals called them leeches and parasites, the Northerners who’d descended on New Orleans in the wake of the war, but Aurelie never flinched at their hurled insults. She never flinched at all, in fact.

Long ago, she had learned that it was better to be seen as sweet. Sweet girls who never got into any trouble could get away with anything, because no one could imagine a “Sweet girl like her” getting up to any trouble.

Four years of war time had toughened even the sweetest girls, and Aurelie was no exception. Her once round cheeks had grown sharp and narrow when rationing had started, and her soft fingers had become calloused with all the times she’d pricked her fingers sewing up uniforms or burned herself on the water they boiled to bring to the hospitals.

Losing all three of her brothers had toughened her too. By the time they’d lost Henry, Aurelie didn’t even cry, only stood near her mother, somber and steady while her mother sobbed and fell to her knees. Henry had been the oldest, and the one she’d thought most likely to live, but even he had fallen, shot dead on a battlefield far from home. 

Lucas had been first, the first time her youngest brother had ever been the first to do anything, and Jean-Paul had been right in the middle, as always. It had destroyed her mother, the loss of all her boys, and in an effort to help her regain her health, the family had decided to move down to New Orleans to stay with relatives.

Though she had said she was looking forward to living with her sister, Aurelie’s mother never seemed particularly excited about the idea, even as she stepped off of the train into the sweltering air. 

Aurelie was neither excited nor perturbed. Her life up North had been boring until the war and difficult during it, leaving her feeling restless and purposeless now that it was over. Though being sweet had always been a lie for her, now act was heavy against her skin, itching like wool underclothes and cloying like a too-tight corset.

The only thing worth looking forward to had been the presence of her cousin, Eugene, the only young male in the family to make it out of the war. Aurelie sought him out now and found him lounging against a large tree in the garden.

“Is my mama looking for me?” He asked her, politely setting his pipe aside, though she wouldn’t have minded if he’d kept smoking.

“No, just me,” She said, taking a seat beside him and carefully arranging her skirt around her.

“You alright?” She had remembered him as an awkward and sickly boy, but he had come back a sad-eyed man, stronger than he had been before, but wounded in a different way. Aurelie never asked him about it, but she sensed that he was pretending to be well in the same way that she pretended to be sweet.

“You met Sidney yet?” He asked.

Aurelie groaned. “I’ve done nothing but meet Mr. Phillips. There are too many mothers trying to match us; it’ll be the death of me.”

“They just want something happy, I think. He’s not a bad one, you could do worse.”

She just shrugged. “I don’t care either way about him, and that’s just the problem.”

“Well, every surviving young man with any kind of money in New Orleans will be at your welcome party tonight, so if you’re ready to announce an engagement, now’s the time.”

Groaning, Aurelie gave up trying to keep her dress nice and flopped all the way onto the grass. “God, I’d love to make them happy but I can’t get engaged just to see my mama smile, Gene. I just can’t do it.”

“I don’t think you should, even if he’s my friend. You oughta wait.”

“Wait for what? For all the surviving men who fought in blue but live in New Orleans to get married to the other girls everyone’s shipping from up North?”

“Then at least you won’t have to be one of them.” Eugene shrugged.

“And what about you, Mr. Sledge, are you hoping to make your mama smile tonight?”

He rolled his eyes. “She smiles plenty because I came home. She only had one son and I came back. Your mama sent three and didn’t get any, I think she might hate me for it.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Aurelie protested, “But you look like Henry, if she squints and turns her head right. I think you make her sad, but I’m sure she’d like to see you wed and naming babies after her boys.”

Eugene shuddered. “Not yet. Maybe not ever.”

Aurelie accepted this without question. If she’d had other options, she would have said Not Yet about marriage and babies too, but her choices were limited. “I oughta go inside and start dressing.” She shifted but didn’t stand, not wanting to leave her quiet moment with Gene.

“Can I ask you a favor, Rellie?” He asked, using the nickname he’d given her when they were children, before he’d mastered the pronunciation of her name.

“Of course.”

“I invited a friend of mine, Merriell Shelton. This isn’t really his type of party, so it might be nice if someone… helped him. I know he’d like you.”

“Why’s that?” For all the time she’d known him, Gene had only had one friend-- Sidney-- so the idea of him having someone else, someone who didn’t quite fit with the rest of their circle was intriguing enough on its own, but Aurelie fished for information anyway. She was hoping it might reveal something about this mysterious friend.

“You’re pretty, but you’re not soft. You’ll look him in the eye and not let him give you shit, which he will try to do.”

Aurelie smiled, picturing a bold sort of man who wouldn’t be afraid to make jokes around her, and wouldn’t flinch if she accidentally used some of the swears she’d learned from hanging around the nurses during the war.

“Sure, Gene, but only if you try to have some fun.”

Gene sighed and looked away from her, a shadow passing over his face, which he’d tried to arrange into a smile for her. “I’m doing my best, Rellie.”

She nodded and turned away, hating that sadness that clung to him like mud, but unable to do anything about it.  

“Rell?” He called, just before she was out of earshot, “He says he’s got a way with women; watch out.”

Laughing, Aurelie tossed her words over her shoulder. “All men say that, Gene; I’m immune.”

Submitting herself to the terrifying ordeal of getting ready for a party was distracting, but did little to lift her spirits as she was pinched and pulled and powdered until she looked like a perfect little doll nestled on top of a skirt wider than most door frames. Her mother had picked the dress and her maid had picked the hairstyle, she could barely recognize herself underneath all of it.

“Miss? It’s time; folks are waiting.”

She nodded, stealing one last glance at her reflection and defiantly tugging one red curl out of its place and letting it hang next to her eye. It was a small flaw, but with no time to fix it, she would be allowed to keep it, and with it some semblance of herself.

The Sledge’s ballroom was packed with people, though the festive atmosphere felt forced and oddly turbulent, like someone holding a match next to a powder keg. It was obvious that not all the people in this room had fought on the right side of the war, and tension ran high as everyone wondered who would start the first fight.

Aurelie hoped it wouldn’t come until later. She hoped it might not come at all. She wished the boys in gray could all just go home and lick their wounded pride in private, rather than frothing about it at every society party people felt obligated to invite them to.

Though she’d only met a few of the assembled guests-- Eugene’s oldest friend, Mr. Phillips, among them-- Aurelie felt like she knew them all. They were rich and polite and would spend many hours making small talk and pretending that less than a year ago they’d all been trying to slaughter each other. Aurelie hated to pretend, but she plastered a honey-sweet smile onto her face as she swept down the staircase and into the ballroom.  

Her eyes found the person who didn’t fit in almost immediately, and she knew that she’d spotted the friend Eugene had told her about. His suit almost fit perfectly, but even if it had been properly tailored, she would have seen his discomfort in it. This was not a man who spent his time at parties making small talk.

He had spotted her, caught her staring at him.  

His gaze was intense as she stepped lightly through the crowd, greeting people and smiling shyly, always gently dancing away before someone could pull her into a conversational circle. She was an expert at this type of weaving, and she made it across the room in record time, only stopping when she was standing in front of the stranger.

She held out her hand, as much a challenge as an introduction. “You must be Mr. Shelton. Eugene told me about you.”

He took her gloved hand, holding it gently. “Nice to meet you Miss…”

“Aurelie,” She said, flinching slightly when he kept his grip.

“Aurelie…” His voice lilted over her name, reducing it to something smooth and melodic, completely new to her. “Nice to meet you.”

His wasn’t an accent that one found in most society ballrooms, but Aurelie loved it immediately. For a long moment they stood like that, with her fingers still gripped in his hand. She glanced around, sure that someone had noticed this odd interlude, but no one was looking at them.

“Have you been staying with the Sledges long?” Aurelie asked, trying to find a normal conversation with a man who was very, very far from her normal.

“Not staying with them; I’ve got a place in the city. Sledge invited me and I’m not one to say no to a party like this.”

She nodded and then impulsively said, “I might have said no if I could have.”

“Why couldn’t you?” No one in her circle would have asked that. No one in her circle would have had to.

The question made her stumble and answer honestly. “Because this is my job.”

“Your job?” He tilted his head, studying her.

This time, it was his intense stare that caused her uncharacteristic ineloquence. “It’s what I do; it’s what I’ve been trained to do since I could walk and talk. I smile and dance and make conversation with the right people.”

She sounded like a doll, or some sort of teachable puppet, and she inwardly cursed her idiocy.

He looked around, apparently unbothered, though new tension hardened his face when his eyes fell on a coupe of men across the room from them. “I don’t think I’m the right people, but I’m better than those two.”

He pointed to two classically handsome men, similar enough to be brothers. “They fought with the rebels and show up here claiming they were just doing what they were told. Cowards.” He spit the word, glaring at the two, who had noticed his stare and were looking back.

Flushing when she made eye contact with one of them, Aurelie turned away, hoping they wouldn’t comment on her impropriety in front of her parents. She felt that men like them had no business on the Sledge’s property, but her parents weren’t as discerning. If they had money, a decent name, and no wives, she would be introduced to them with the same hope her parents expressed whenever she spoke to any man.

“They’re staring at you,” Merriell said conversationally, watching them over her shoulder.

“Don’t stare back, maybe they’ll go away.”

“They’re coming over here.”

“Damn.” The word was barely out of her mouth when the men approached. Up close, Aurelie could see that one of them was slightly taller, and the other had a very square face, but both had a bitterness in their eyes and stance that made her immediately wary of them.

“Miss Aurelie; it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. We’ve heard so much about you.” The taller one said with a smile that looked like it had been carved into his face and a drawl like thick syrup, poured too heavily over his words and rendering them sarcastic.

“Charmed,” Aurelie said in a tone that indicated she wasn’t. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced, Mr…”

“Simmons. And this is my cousin Frederick Pierce.”

She nodded, allowing the conversation to stall in the hope that they might leave.

It didn’t deter them. “Is this man bothering you?” They studied Merriell with barely disguised scorn that made Aurelie bristle, though she didn’t let it show.

“Not at all!” She plastered on her best smile. “In fact he saved my favorite cousin’s life in the war, so I feel I owe him quite a debt.” She took Merriell’s arm in a slightly bold act that would send a clear message. *****I am not one of you.*****

This made those marble smiles falter on their faces, and Aurelie tried not to outwardly cheer for her victory.

“Most ladies don’t pay their debts with their company,” The shorter one-- Mr. Pierce-- said, nodding in a mockery of politeness before he and his cousin walked away.

Aurelie was fuming. “Those bastard sons of whores,” She muttered, glaring at their backs.

Merriell was laughing at her and a sudden flush crawled up her neck and into her cheeks; she’d sworn in front of him. She’d sworn in front of a gentleman! If her mother found out she would die on the spot. “I’m terribly sorry you had to hear that--”

“I’m not.”

“--I just got so angry at what they implied. The audacity of coming into my family’s home and suggesting that--” She paused, realizing that he was watching her pleasantly and seemed utterly unphased by the entire situation. “You’re not?”

“Not sorry I heard that. I kinda liked it.”

The flush burned even hotter, probably leaving her pale skin blotchy and scarlet under her freckles. “I…” She couldn’t think of anything to say.

He held out one improperly ungloved hand. “Dance with me?”

Any polite conversation she might have tried to make died in her throat. “I… Yes, thank you.”

Aurelie didn’t expect him to be good at dancing, and she was correct. Her massive skirt mostly hid his errors, and she was good enough to guide him through the rest without too much trouble, though she caught Gene’s eye and saw his sympathetic smile as he stood off to the side.

“Is he alright?” She asked Merriell as she eased herself carefully into a turn, subtly pushing hm in the right direction. “Gene, is he… happy?”

He looked at her like she was insane, bringing yet another hot flush into her cheeks. “No.”

“Of course, it was an idiotic question, I just… we’re worried about him. He used to smile so much, and he was much… brighter, I suppose. I don’t want to lose him too.” The last words slipped out without thought; they were inappropriately honest, but Merriell didn’t seem to notice or care.

“He’s right there.”

“He’s changed--”

“That shit changes you.” Abruptly, he dropped her hand, stepping away from the dance and leaving her where she stood. It was an awkward rush to go after him before someone noticed that he’d left. Leaving a girl on the dancefloor was an insult, and though she knew she had offended him first, it was hard not to feel the sting of it.

“Please, wait,” Reaching out, she caught his arm, once again surprising herself with her boldness. Though she had thought about it many times, she couldn’t remember ever having grabbed a man like this before. “I didn’t mean it like that. Everyone’s changed after the war, I know. I just… we all lost so much, I can’t bear the thought that he might not get better.”

“Better doesn’t mean same as before,” Merriell said.

“Of course it doesn’t. I’m sorry.” Ducking her head, Aurelie thought about moving away, returning to the comfortably familiar crowd with their predictably polite conversations. Whatever this was with Merriell, she preferred it to the artiface that surrounded them.

“Seems like you’re the same as you were before.” Perhaps he didn’t mean it as a challenge, but she couldn’t help but take it as one.

“You didn’t know me before,” She said coolly, “And you don’t know me now, so you’re hardly in a position to judge that.” She wanted to believe that he was somehow clever enough to see past the carefully constructed mask of words and behavior, rules and etiquette, that she wore constantly.

She met his gaze boldly, waiting for his apology or his next move, swallowing the pain that his words caused. &&&Just because you can’t see that I care doesn’t mean that I don’t care.&&&&

When he didn’t say anything, she turned and walked away from him, avoiding looking at where she was sure Eugene was standing and watching them, unable to hide the guilt she felt at breaking her promise to him.

She spent the next couple hours dancing with various men who were paraded in front of her by her mother or theirs, having the same conversation over and over as they did the same steps to the same dances, with few exceptions made for different songs. The men were, to her, utterly interchangeable, and her eyes drifted back to the only unique face in the crowd, before they would snap right back to her partner’s face, forcing herself to pay attention to whatever droll observation he was making about the weather.

When it all became unbearable, she stepped out into the garden, breathing the thick, warm night air deeply. Underneath the smell of heat and mud that permeated the garden, she caught a faint whiff of cigarette smoke, and considered investigating before its source stepped out of the shadows.

“Miss Aurelie,” He said, his accent once again smoothing out her name until it sounded more like a collection of notes than a word.

“Mr. Shelton.”

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” He said rather stiffly, after a too-long pause.

“You didn’t,” She lied instinctively.

He watched her, clearly spotting the lie.

“I have changed,” She said, daring to be honest in the dim garden, surrounded by night air that felt as heavy as a wool coat. “I never liked all this, but after the war I could see how pointless it all is. Now I’m… I’m so angry it takes my breath away sometimes. It scares me.”

“Makes sense to be angry.” He paused as if considering his next words. “You don’t look angry.”

“Ah, well, you know ‘Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it’,” She quoted, smiling at him.

He nodded, glancing away but not before she saw the confusion on his face.

“It’s Shakespeare,” She explained. “It… It’s a man’s wife telling him how to commit a murder.”

That made him laugh, and she stared, transfixed, at his smile until it had faded off his face. “You planning on killing anyone, Flower?”

The nickname brought back her blush, which she hated. “No, of course not! Though I wouldn’t be sad if Johnny and Jimmy Reb over there happened to not make it through the night.” It was by far the boldest joke she’d ever made in front of a gentleman, and she felt a rush singe through her veins when he laughed.

“See, before I never would have said that; I would have been too polite.” She told him, laughing with him and savoring it.

He nodded. “I’m glad you said it. Been thinking the same thing all night. I didn’t like what they said to you.”

A group of people passed the window nearest you, their voices carrying out into the night, and Aurelie stepped closer to him, into the shadows where she wouldn’t be seen.

She hadn’t been paying enough attention, and she ended up directly in front of him, only a breath away from being pressed against his chest. He looked down at her, his strangely reflective eyes studying her face in the darkness.

The polite, proper thing to do would have been to step away, to apologize and then to take his arm and allow him to lead her back into the ballroom, away from this compromising position. She didn’t do that, though the thought occurred to her, just like it always did. Just because she knew what she should do didn’t mean her mind was made up about what she was going to do.

Even though she was certain she knew what she wanted to do. “I’m different than I used to be,” She said, not sure if she was talking to herself or to him.

“I believe you.” His head bent lower as he breathed the words, so quietly she had to lean even closer to hear them.

At that point, she was too close not to do anything, so she lifted her lips the final inches they needed until they were pressed against Merriell’s. His hands started on her waist, brushing against the satin of her dress before one slipped up to cup the back of her neck, drawing her even closer as his tongue slipped between her parted lips.

She had been kissed before. She had done more than that before, with a soldier the night before he left, his blue uniform in an untidy heap in the corner of her bedroom. All of those kisses had been tinged with the desperation of a man who knew he was going to die, and needed one last thing before he could go.

Merriell had none of that desperation as he kissed her. He was slow, exploratory, and thorough, leaving her breathless when he finally moved away from her, taking a full step back.

“I can’t do this,” He said.

Aurelie stared at him, flushed, wide-eyed, and mortified. “What?”

“You’re Sledge’s cousin, practically his little sister--”

“He’s barely older than me!” She stepped closer, her blush now brought on more by anger than embarrassment.

“--He’d never let…”

“Eugene doesn’t let me do anything,” She insisted. “And he likes you! He wanted me to talk to you, to keep you company tonight--”

He shook his head sharply. “Don’t say that.”

“Say what?”

His hands found her hips again, pulling her close. “Don’t say you’re keeping me company tonight.”

The alternative meaning of her words struck her when he said them like that, with his warm breath against her ear and his hands strong on her waist. “Oh.”

Her lips fell open again, and he hesitated for the briefest of seconds before kissing her again. It was another perfect kiss, possibly even better than their first, but once again Merriell pulled away.

“People like you and people like me… They won’t allow it; you know that.”

Aurelie did know that, but she refused to admit it. “They don’t have to know.”

“You’re my best friend’s cousin.”

“You’re my cousin’s best friend,” She retorted, unphased.

“If he found out--”

Cutting him off, she kissed him again, savoring the feel of his lips as they moved over hers. “I have secrets already,” She told him when they parted. “What difference does one more make?”

Merriell still didn’t reply as he looked down at her, his face a mix of emotions she couldn’t decipher.

“Please, think about it,” She said, dipping into a slight curtsey before she left him in the shadows and reentered the ballroom. She felt warm and strange and powerful and scared, all things she had to tuck away into the back of her mind so she could pretend to be the girl they all expected.

Beneath her placid smile, she let herself relive every moment outside with Merriell, where she’d been allowed to act on impulse, to yearn and pursue and feel in a way that she never had before.

Immediately, her mother appeared to force her back into Mr. Phillips’ waiting arms for the final waltz of the evening. While she spun across the smooth wood floor with him, she felt a pair of eyes, burning into her back, and hoped that Merriell had made up his mind. She wanted her moment of freedom back, she wanted to be allowed to be the girl she’d been with him again.

Before he left for the night, he thanked her briefly, bowing rather clumsily over her hand. When he stepped away, she could feel a scrap of paper in her hand, barely noticeable through her silk gloves. 

In the privacy of her room, she unfolded the note and read his bold, messy scrawl. Our secret. 

[inthispagewestanikon]

First Encounter <3 - a Jiwon/Bobby scenario:

word count:1.8k

Ps:I was listening to OFFONOFF -  춤 while reviewing and I think it matches the vibe pretty well, but bobby - lean on me is the one I listened while writing...

Ps²: If there’s any grammar mistake, I apologize!

Ps³: the main character name is Lee Kyung Ah, in case you’d like to know!

It’s been three years since I came back to korea for real. When I was about four my dad was fired from his desk job and both him and my mom decided to use the money they had saved up to go somewhere else. Even though I was young and don’t remember everything in detail, those were hard times, we had to say goodbye to our family and take off to a new country without even knowing if it would work out.

My parents chose Viena because after all it was the best city to live according to some website. There they opened a Korean restaurant and since they were so busy with it, the plan for a second child got put off, so it was just me and them living in this completely new environment. We really rellied on each other a lot.

Three and a half years ago I came to korea with them to visit my family, as we usually did, but this time my uncle’s wife introduced me to the university she was teaching and I fell in love. I was about seventeen at the time and was at that point in life where you have to decide what you want to do. After that visit I knew I wanted to come back, even though staying in Viena would be easier.

My aunt and uncle welcomed me into their house where I studied really hard to get in Yonsei. My parents were upset with me wanting to leave because after all, they would be all alone in there and it hurt me deeply to do so, but what else could I do?! I felt as if my life was there waiting for me. In Viena I would always be either studying at school or helping in the restaurant.

All of this leads me to where I am now, which is getting ready to go to the university’s festival. At this time around eveyone would just let go of all their worries and enjoy their twenties. I was getting ready in my room and felt like putting some effort in looking good, my friends had been talking about this group that would be performing and how they had to get a picture with them since Ye bin’s cousin was working as their staff.

Well, if we really are going to meet idols I don’t want to be looking a mess. Even if I didn’t really care much about this superficial things, because I was brought up in a very simple and humble environment.

I left the room and noticed I was probably late and my friends would kill me for making them wait.

“Wah, looking pretty for the festival?” My aunt said smiling. She was honestly like a mom to me and even if we were not blood related she treated me as if I was her own child.

“No, stop” I laughed embaressed, maybe I did put some effort in it.

“Wah, who’s this? Where’s my niece?” My uncle said when he got to the living room.

“Wah you two” I said trying to brush it off “I’ll get going now” I said grabbing my bag and shoes.

“Okay, be careful” they said in unisound.

“Will be” I said back as I closed the door.

The streets were so lively today, it really had that festival vibe. I started making my way to the university since we lived close by and I smiled seeing everyone around my age just fool around. I wanted to be free like that, but after leaving my parents back there I just felt like I should keep my reasons straight, I said I would come to study so that was all I really did.

After a quick walk I was already at the campus, I saw my friends near the entrance looking annoyed and I knew why.

“I know sorry sorry” I said as soon as I approached them.

“You should” Ye Bin said putting a mad face.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away while getting ready” I didn’t have a reason to lie so I just told the truth.

“We can see” My other friend said smilling and I blushed.

“Yah, let’s go...I don’t want to miss anything” Ye bin was still mad and I needed to make it right.

“Hey, come here” I pulled her a bit further from the rest “I know you are mad but I wanted to dress up nice for some reason and given that I don’t use this much time I got late” I explained.

“I know you are not lying, and I’m not mad at you” she said and I looked at her like I didn’t believe her. “It’s true...Okay just a bit” she smiled and I knew we would be alright.

We walked around the whole campus and everytime some cute guy passed by my friends would make a fuss, I just laughed at them.

The performance from the boy group was just a few minutes away from starting so we made our way to the stage, they wanted a good spot but so did everyone else there. After squizzing in and some dirty looks we managed to stay somewhere with a good view.

I was just standing there waiting for it to start when some random guy tried to grab and kiss me, I pushed him away as an instinct and when my friends noticed they made sure to shoo him away.

“Wah this guys are getting more and more crazy” Min soo said in disbelief.

“I know right! How this creep just tries to kiss her?” another one of them said but I was so out of it that I didn’t even bother to look who it was. As I was trying to digest what just happened, loud screams bursted out and some guys were stading on stage. My friends were jumping and enjoying the performance, so I decided it would be best if I did the same.

The performance was nice and I liked the songs, they were pretty popular from what I could tell.

“I’ll be right back” Ye bin said with this huge smile at her face.

“Omo, she’s going to talk to her cousin, we’re going to meet them” The girls started having a mini heart attack and as usual, I stood there laughing.

Few minutes later she comes back with an even bigger smile.

“Let’s go meet them” After she said that they all bursted out screaming.

“Shouldn’t we be discrete about it?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh yeah yeah” Ye bin said and they all calmed down.

The way to the “backstage” was very tense, the girls were desperately looking at mirrors and even I was nervous, I mean they’re famous after all.

When we got there this guy came to us.

“Yah! Ye bin, you have to be discrete and don’t go spreading this or I’ll lose my job, they’re being nice enough to do this favour” Even though he said her name only, he was warning us too.

“Ah of course, we are not crazy fans or anything” she said and I almost laughed, they were just freaking out two minutes ago.

We entered the isolated area and the boys were there getting ready to take off. As we came closer they and the staff stopped what they were doing. My heart was beating faster every step I took and I didn’t know why, I am usually the calm one and I don’t really get this fan thing but seeing them left me in awe for a few seconds.

“This is my cousin and these are her friends” The guy said and the others smiled.

Soon after they were posing for pictures, we took one with the whole group and of course the girls wanted individual pictures, so I offered to take them.

“Okay, 1 2..” Before I could get to the next number I feel this cold splash in my face, I didn’t even know how to describe what had just happened, I only had time to stretch the arm which I was holding my friend’s phone.

The intense smell of beer invaded my nostrils and it almost made me sick, apperently some random guy threw beer at my face and when I finally opened my eyes everyone had this shocked look on their faces

“Wah, it was that creep from earlier Kyung ah, I’m 100% sure” One of the girls said.

“I’m seriously going to kill this crazy man, honestly” Ye Bin said quite loud.

“Forget it, he is already gone” I said quietly.

“Here” One of the guys from the group offered me what looked like a handkerchief, but maybe it was a bandana. He had a very defined jawline and even though I did not know his name I did remember he was the rapper who jumped around like crazy on stage.

“Thank you” I bowed.

“Ah” He shook his head meaning that it was nothing.

I tried to dry off my face but everything was sticky and I felt like going home, the day was over, not because my make up, hair and clothes were ruined but because I had nothing more to expect from that festival, I remembered what I promised my parents and it almost seemed as if heaven was punishing me.

“Here” I streched my arm out in order to give back the piece of cloth the guy lended me but he just shook his head from side to side meaning I could have it, of course he wouldn’t take it, it was all wet and smelled like beer. So I just lowered my head a bit in gratitude.

“I will get going now” I said turning to my friends and without letting them say anything in protest I just turned around and walked away.

The walk back home was very weird, the smilling face I had upon seeing people having fun was no longer there, I just kept thinking about how I wanted to lay in my bed and sleep for eternity. All that I was feeling was a mix of embaressment and guilt, but all in all nothing could be changed now, so I didn’t even think about crying.

“It’s okay, things are like that sometimes” I said out loud in order to comfort myself.

I opened the apartment door and thanked god that my aunt and uncle weren’t there and I wouldn’t have to explain why I was wet and smelling like alcohol. I made my way straight to the bathroom and took of the dirty clothes, my white top was all yellow and for the first time I wanted to cry, I loved that top.

After leaving the shower I put on pijamas and laid down, it must be around six or seven p.m but I couldn’t care less, I would just go to sleep, after all, that was the best remedy for everything.

A/N: So, first of all, I hope you enjoy this “scenario” and yes, there will be a continuation since it’s kind of a series/fic idk what to call it yet…

ALSO, very important, I try to be realistic when writing something, so, given that the characters are korean I wanted to showcase some sort of realness with the “wah” and other ‘slangs’ if you may. I am in no way trying to copy them, just give a more “real life” feel to it!!!

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yo guys i need QUICK HELP PLS

when i was 7 a guy - he was 14 or 15 i dont know, but he sexually abused me. I didn't even knew what he had done, I didn't even know what Sex and Intimacy meant. I didn't realize back then that he was like raping me... So I didnt even do something against his action and i actually started idealizing him and told everybody that i love him and wanted him to be my boyfriend. I am 17 now and this situation did something to me.. I always wished that someone would abuse me/beat me/ harass me etc. I don't know why but i thought this would be great. So I started texting with creepy people, pedophiles at a very young age ( and with 16 i've still done that. When I was 14 -15 i broke out of my home at night to got to the city at midnight. Our City has many drug addicts, alcoholics especially at night and i took this as a chance bacause i somehow hoped that someone would kill or beat the hell out of me.when nothing used to happen i went to the gas station and hoped that some creep would pick me up and would do something to me. i quit doing this i blocked all these men that creep texted me and i quit going out alone at night. but i still have the big ought to re-add these people and go out at night to ask someone to please beat me. it's so weird and i dont know why i am like this.. but i somehow like to be creeped out by abusive men and i dont know why.. its so weird.. also when i was 15 two of my friends tried raping me and they were not treating me respectful but i fell in love with the guy that had the idea of doing this to me... i feel so bad for my actions, my "feelings". i am ashamed tbh... and as few of u know i am in a  happy relationship and everything really is fine but i am a fucking cunt and sometimes act extra provocating just to  bring my boyfriend to shout at me or to make me cry... afterwards i am like yoo u a sick fuck u could ruin ur relationship fucking cunt. i honestly dont know why i am like this and why i always have this ought to you know be abused i just want to know man thank yall for reading