#my ankles hurt from dancing (im not used to heels)

[kakushino]

Everything hurts and I'm dying :)

[killerlookz]

Joost Klein x Goth!Gf Headcannons

content: SFW and NSFW headcannons below the cut, 18+ MDNI, this work contains rpf and has been tagged as such, do not continue if that makes you uncomfortable

SFW Headcannons

You're pretty much his personal makeup artist now, anytime he wants to do his fun little facepaint looks (like the mime or kiss makeup) you're the first one he's asking to help him out

He absolutely doesn't mind you kissing him with your lipstick on and is in no rush to wash off the dark-colored lipstick prints you leave on his cheeks after you do so, sometimes letting them sit there for hours while he goes about his day.

You can't tell me that this man doesn't absolutely love going to the goth clubs. It's definitely a different speed than he's usually used to, and some of the music may be a little slow for his taste but that man just absolutely loves dancing and the nightlife in general.

He definitely dresses up to "fit in" to go to the goth clubs too! Putting on whatever black items he can find in his closet, usually a pair of rugged black jeans adorned with a thick belt either studded or with a big buckle and some black shirt he spent far too much money on. He usually ends up looking more like he's about to join Opium or Drain Gang than he does goth, but your heart entirely melts at the fact that he's trying.

You absolutely inspire him to buy a pair of New Rocks (side note im actually surprised ive never seen him in new rocks they're very his style lol) and he just absolutely towers over you in them, which he finds very amusing (cue him teasing you about being "short" even though the platforms of those shoes are like 10 cm, making him like 198 cm/ 6'5)

If you are wearing big shoes and they start to hurt he will absolutely carry you back to wherever you need to go- The same goes for if you're breaking in new shoes- you're out and about together and all of a sudden you start treading behind him, walking awkwardly due to the blisters forming on your heels and the backs of your ankles- and he knows, you don't even have to say anything, he just stops dead in his tracks, and bends down for you to get on his back.

Thrifting/ DIYing dates!!! It becomes a tradition for the two of you to go out to thrift/consignment stores and pick out pieces for the two of you to style or DIY into something. He loves it especially when you DIY things for him, and always shows off the clothes/accessories you put together for him, "Oh you like my necklace? Yeah, my girlfriend made it for me."

He laces up your corsets for you! No longer do you need to struggle trying to reach behind your back to tie your corsets. He's always so delicate about it too, "You're sure I'm not squeezing you too tight?" Running his hands all along your sides and your hips after he finishes tying it shut.

He definitely just thinks you are so cool, despite having his own unique style himself, he is just in so much awe of you being yourself, and just genuinely finds you to be the coolest person on Earth, whether its the way you do your makeup, or dress, or the music you listen to, he's just obsessed.

He'll absolutely tease you a little bit though, cue him singing "Because toniiiight will be the noiiight that I will fall for yewwww over agaiiiin" at you because he knows it pisses you off *just a little* you'll chastise him for that being emo not goth, but he still finds it funny regardless, and he loves seeing that little smile you give him when you're trying to pretend to be mad at him, but really you're holding back a laugh

He loves when you wear his necklaces or his fancy belts to accessorize with

Getting tattoos together is a muuuust, he's not so into the idea of matching tattoos, but just spontaneously on a whim being like, "hey do you wanna get another tattoo today?"

NSFW Headcannons

You CANNOT count how many new fishnet tights you've had to buy from Joost being far too impatient to get you undressed, bending you over, lifting up your skirt and just ripping the flimsy fabric open, not even bothering to take them off of you.

However, when the sex is more romantic he absolutely loves taking his time with you, so delicately removing each of your layers (and us goth girlies know... we wear a looot of layers lmaoo) he just loves being all sensual about it, he also just for sure enjoys teasing you with how excruciatingly slow he is about it.

Loves seeing how much he can ruin your makeup, whether its smudged lipstick or eyeliner dripping down your face, the messier the better.

In addition to fucking up your makeup he loves when you go down on him while you're wearing lipstick, the way your lipstick smears as you take him in your mouth, god he finds it so hot.

Obsessed with when you wear leather or latex!! Oof the way the tight, shiny material hugs your body, he cannot get enough, and honestly is ready to take it off of you the second you slip it on.

He absolutely adores you in lace too (especially black lacey lingerie) when you wear lacey tops with nothing but a bra underneath... (same can be said for a fishnet top) oooooh girl he is absolutely feral, the way you're technically "covered" but still exposed in all the right spots... whew

If you have long/pointy nails he looves feeling you dig them into him as he fucks you,

Whenever the two of you go out to the goth clubs things definitely get very steamy, always ending up with his arms wrapped around your waist and your ass pressed against his crotch as your bodies move together to the dark, slow, synthy music.

He loves it when you bite him! Always calling you his little vampire as you suck on his neck, leaving pretty little lovebites and lipstick smudges on his skin. (vampire/blood kink goes brrrr wait what who said that hAHAHHAHHA)

Fucking to goth music is a MUST... not sorry about it, bands like Depeche Mode and She Wants Revenge are top tier sex music, him mumbling along to Tear You Apart, his lips pressing into your neck, sending vibrations down your spine as he slowly undresses you.

Also fucking while watching horror movies hehehehe, there's just something about the suspense and tension that gets your blood going, one second you're watching the TV anxiously, and the next second he's on top of you as you're begging for him to please fuck you.

[atinyniki]

Hihihi<3 I was thinking of Seungmin or Lee know (you can chose) with a idol!Gf that gets hurt during a award show.. maybe falling off a wobbly platform 8ft in the air? (We don’t brear our back). What would his reaction be? I know it’s kinda cruel but Its been on my mind for a week.. if it makes u uncomfy ignore this and forget u ever read it<3 Ty in advance<333

i'll take care of you.

group: stray kids !

pairing: idol!kim seungmin x idol f!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, crying, reader fractures her ankle, kissing, play fighting, seungmin wants to murder someone, reader falls from a platform, lots of petnames, just rlly cute and fluffy at the end, seungmin is really scared, injuries, established relationships, munhee is a member of y/ns gg.

authors note: ik this was supposed to be more angsty but im literally head over heels for softie seungmin so here you go :P thank you for the ask annonie !! this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 1344

“hey hey hey, don’t be nervous my love… you’ll do amazing, i know it.”

“i’ve never done this in front of such a crowd before… what if they don’t like me, min?”

“oh baby… they’ll love you, i promise. and if anything happens on stage, your members will be there to back you up, yeah?”

you give him a hug, he always knew how to calm you down in moments like these. you suppose it’s because of his own experiences, especially considering the amount of award shows he’s been at. 

“i love you, seungminnie…”

“i love you too, baby. now go! you don’t wanna miss your cue. i’ll be in the audience, i promise.”

you give him a quick kiss, shooting up from the seat to go meet your members. seungmin leaves too, sitting down at stray kids’ respective table.

“excited?”, jeongin asks from beside him.

“of course i am! i’m so proud of her…”

his eyes stay fixed on the stage, waiting for your performance to start. the lights dim, and he sits up straight. it’s time for your performance.

there’s no point in recording, he knows they’ll have a fancam. right now, he just wants to watch his baby shine. 

and you do. you look absolutely gorgeous on stage, the lights hitting you at the perfect angles. the track starts, and the crowd starts cheering.

so many people, just for five girls performing. the first song is a ballad, something slow to set the mood. it’s one of your favorite songs from the comeback.

though munhee wrote the song due to her own experiences, your voice carries the same amount of emotion hers does, and it makes the lyrics sound so much more authentic.

seungmin watches from the crowd, he truly thinks he might cry. the rest of the boys are in awe too, some members of gidle clasping their hands over their mouths in surprise.

everyone is used to you doing intricate dances with upbeat music, and they’ve truly never been able to appreciate your vocals.

then it hits the climax of the song, ending with a high note you must complete. as scared you are of heights, you know it’s inevitable. the platforms will go up, whether you like it or not.

its a small space that you have to maintain, but you try your best to focus on the song. and now, you have to sing.

you close your eyes, letting out your voice, and it sounds absolutely angelic. and then you open them again once you hear the low whirring of the platforms.

they all go up. 

except for yours.

nonetheless, you continue singing, determined to keep your professionalism throughout the entire bridge. and then the song ends. the platforms finally lower back down, and all of you wait for your cues to leave.

once you see it, you take a step.

you shouldn’t have.

all of a sudden, your platform shoots all the way up. eight feet in the air. before you have time to process, it wobbles side to side and you fall off.

thud.

seungmin stands up instantly, rushing to get backstage. he doesn’t care how many people hes pushed and shoved, but he needs to know that you’re okay.

and then a shrill scream fills the air, and his heart stops. it feels like your entire foot is about to fall off, the pressure from your fall crushing it under your weight.

he continues running as fast as he can, getting backstage before you can even blink. “baby? oh my god…”

you’re still crying from the pain, being set onto a stretcher for your leg. “it hurts…”

“i know baby… i know. you’ll be okay…”

they finally get you onto a comfortable bed, evaluating the damage to your ankle. luckily there’s no blood, the medics assume that it’s broken.

“seungmin… you’re on soon.”

“i’m not performing. jeongin’s filling in for me today.”

“what? but you practiced…”

“please… let me stay. i just want to help you feel better…”

you grab onto his hand, trying your best to reassure him that you’re okay. he doesn’t budge, so you just give up on it. 

“you did amazing, angel.”

“thank you…”

“no, really. i mean it. you kept it incredibly professional out there. plus the song was way outside your comfort zone, it was just amazing to hear you sing like that.”

“seungmin…”

“i’m going to kill whoever fucking did that to you. normally they’re more careful with these things… i should’ve had them double check or something. i’m sorry”

“hey, it’s not your fault. please don’t worry… it’s just my ankle. i’ll be fine, really.”

“but you’re hurt. if we had done a test before to check… maybe you wouldn’t have to be here…”

you smile, grabbing onto his hand and bringing it up to your lips to plant a small kiss over his wrist. “it was just a malfunction. it was out of our control, min.”

he clutches onto your hand tighter, his heart fluttering when he looks at you again. the black lightning-like streaks paint your face, eyes still slightly glossed over and nose red.

you’re so worn down, but you still look beautiful as ever. he prefers you like this, natural and authentic. you still look just as beautiful, but the black streaks have his heart clenching.

suddenly, he gets up, picking you up and moving you to the side a little. he’s extra careful not to apply any pressure to your ankle. he knows you’re in enough pain already.

he sits down in the empty space next to you, pulling your head to his chest. “you promise you’re okay? no discomfort?”

“it hurts of course, but other than that, no.”

“i’m so sorry…”

“baby, it’s really not your fault.”

he rubs up and down your arms, more so to soothe himself rather than you, and you smile up at him. you place a small kiss on the corner of his lips, as far as you can reach without moving your legs.

“i’m okay…”

“i love you, gorgeous.”

“i love you too, minnie.”

the medics finally come back, telling you that it’s only a fracture. you’re lucky you don’t need a cast, but you still need to heal for a little while.

“thank god you’re okay…”

“seungmin—“

“you’re not going anywhere without me for the next couple days, okay? i’ll take care of you, i promise…”

“seungmin, you really don’t have to—“

he cuts you off again.

“but i want to.”

you giggle again, you didn’t think he’d react this way. but of course he was going to be overprotective, what did you expect?

you lean over to plant one more kiss onto his jaw, and he pulls you onto his lap. “seungmin, i think you’re more upset about this than me…”

“of course i’m upset! they hurt my baby…”

“it doesn’t even hurt that bad anymore… im fine. you don’t have to worry about me.”

he pulls you flush against his chest, nuzzling his face into your neck. you giggle at him, a little confused as to why he’s licking you, but you stop once you realize that it’s not saliva.

they’re tears.

“it could have been so much worse…”

you wipe the tears from his face, smiling once you see him clearly again. “why are you crying?”

he sighs lightly, giggling when he realizes how he’s acting. “nothing, i’m just… glad you’re okay.”

you smile at him, holding his hand again and trying to sit up. it doesn’t work of course, seungmins arms are wrapped tightly around your waist.

“let me go!”

you thrash around in his arms, but he only holds onto you tighter, giggling as he watches. 

“seungmin!”, you whine.

“they said you needed rest!”

“that doesn’t mean you have to be completely attached to me!”

he rolls his eyes playfully, planting a kiss onto the top of your head. “actually, thats exactly what it means.”

“i hate you, kim seungmin.”, you grumble. you turn to look at him, scoffing once you see him wink.

“love you too, babe.”

<3

[vonstarlight]

im bored & wanna info dump abt my skates :P

▶︎▶︎▶︎  #1 - moxi jack 1 currently have avanti aluminum plates + chaya mellows wheels 4 skating outdoors on trails c: these are the comfiest skates ive ever worn!!! i thought i wouldn't like suede skates but the soft material n shearling tongue are literally heavvennnnn wtf. i def prefer structured skates n these hold great w the heel cups + lace locks. def want 2 upgrade 2 a lighter plate in the future, they're p heavy n that's their only con tbh. oh but also the fucking suede stinks bc of the dye LOL okay they have 2 cons but that's it xD i fucking love these skates, & the fact i found them second hand just makes me more happy c:

▶︎▶︎▶︎  #2 - chaya melrose premium ophira plates + soft cushions bc i like high agility + 98A rollerbones 4 these since i dance in them (those wheels were once white LOL). these are the oldest skates i own currently, i stopped using them 4 a while when i was mega fucking depressed n didn't do any skating. but recently i glitter bombed them n now i'm OBSESSED w them again !! they have memory foam in them so they're soooo comfy n i love the lace locks on the back bc i always lace my skates up one hook n wrap the rest around the boot 4 ankle mobility. great 4 jam skating bc they're lighter than my jacks! DEF recommend repainting/glitterifying ur skates 2 give them new life. i <3 my ruby red slippers c:

i also previously owned forest green impalas n clementine moxi lollies ▶︎▶︎▶︎ impalas were my first pair & tbh they served me well :o i can see why the brand gets h8 tho -- they're beautiful / visually aesthetic skates but low quality w many issues of the stock hardware breaking down. issues 2 expect from $100 skates. learned quickly i needed my next pair 2 have adjustable toe stops bc bolt-ons r a bitch! sold em 4 like 10 bucks so i hope they continue serving beginner skaters ! :D ▶︎▶︎▶︎ aghhhh i H8D my lollies !!! i got them when Moxi skates were mega hyped up in 2020. i regret letting the brand name + bright colors sway me into buying them b4 doin more research >:c they hurt my feet n knees, were a fucking beast to break in even tho they were supposed 2 feel "pre-worn", had a shit ass nylon plate -- ugh i was SO happy when i sold them even if it was at a fraction of the price i paid 4 them bc i just wanted them GONEEE! theyre great skates 2 some, def not 2 me

[lollytea]

Fearless (part 1/3)

(Ty/Louie fairytale au fic. i am simply a bitch writing about my au and my oc so it is all very catered to me personally and im aware not a lot of ppl will read it. but if you DO read it, i love u so much. i guess tw for blood/serious injuries relating to teen characters. nothing too graphic but be warned. Also if you’re curious, info on the au here, here and here.)

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[OCTOBER 22ND, 6:19PM] The sky was bleeding pink and orange and Louie tried to focus on it. Didn't take much brainpower to appreciate a sunset. He clung to the sight with desperation, muttering the simplest thoughts under his breath like a mantra.

It was pretty. He liked sunsets. He liked pink. He liked orange. The distraction wasn't working. The unpleasantness that was already writhing in his stomach churned. His finger was on his temple, idly tracing delicate circles against the tightly wrapped bandage. His head hurt. The point where his shoulder met his upper arm was also dressed. The stitching still had to heal up. That hurt too. Louie was pretty stupid. Which was not something he usually thought. But it was a real kick in the confidence when someone sharp-witted did something stupid. And it was a real kick in the heart when someone who didn't wanna hurt anybody ended up hurting somebody. This was stupid. He had already tried reading as a means of distraction. Too hard. Too many words. Way too much of a strain on his mild concussion. This was so, so stupid. Sitting by his windowsill, he hoped this dumb bandage would be gone soon. His forehead felt sticky and damp with sweat. He was stupid. He wished Webby were here. If she were, she'd be in the courtyard below his window sparring with Dewey. At least then, Louie could watch and keep his mind occupied. No. No, that wasn't right. If Webby were here, she would've attached herself to Louie by now, hugging him tight until his injury healed. If it had been any other incident, Louie would let her, crumbling into her arms and whimpering about the pain as his amazing, magical sister made it all ebb away. But this wasn't any other incident. If Webby were here, he wouldn't be able to accept her hugs. The very idea rubbed him the wrong way. If anyone was entitled to healing hugs, it wasn't Louie, it was--.... His face twisted up. Webby wasn't here. She was off on some quest with Lena. Probably wouldn't be back for days. So there was no point in dwelling over hypotheticals. Louie would heal on his own. They were both gonna have to heal on their own. The sunset was fading.

It was pretty. Pink... Orange.... He couldn't do this. 

Why was he doing this?! Louie always knew himself to be a coward but this was to a pathetic extent. Depraved even. He felt sick. 

He couldn't. He just couldn't. Every additional second he spent hiding in his room was weighing him down. It was suffocating. But he couldn't leave. He was too scared.

Freezing up just like always. Just stop being so fucking scared! He would have to confront what he did eventually. There was no way around it. So, why couldn't he just go now? Louie had far worse things in his life to be dreading. Far worse. A ticking clock of trepidation was seated deep inside him. A predestined future he couldn't rewrite which, on all accounts, should render him paralyzed. But he wasn't. This was the sort of thing to demolish him. Apparently. Stupid. This shouldn't be overdriving his other senses. This shouldn't be flooding his mind. He shouldn't be drowning right now. This shouldn't have his hands shaking. This shouldn't have him pacing the length of his room. This shouldn't be stealing the oxygen from his lungs. His brain was pounding against his skull, protesting his rapid back-and-forth movement. He was dizzy. He shouldn't be crying. Fuck it! He was always crying, who cares about that?! Just stop panicking, just stop crying, just stop being so selfish for once and just own up. Louie's back crashed against his door, gasping for breath. Stars were blotting his vision and he couldn't breathe and it was the end of the world. Okay. Okay. He was spiraling again. That was all it was, it would be okay. It would be okay. The prince's bed chambers, alive with the choking sound of contained distress, subsided to complete silence for just a moment. Inhale. Exhale. And then all to be heard was a small, crackling voice straining to sing himself a quiet little lullaby. ___________ [OCTOBER 22ND, 10:07AM] "Your highness, don't be an idiot. You can't just---Hey! Wait up!" "H'oh boy..." Louie's eyes flicked to the high heavens. Right now he felt like he was tasked with personally escorting this goddamn boy across this goddamn forest by the goddamn ankles. He whirled around impatiently, crossing his arms with a flourish. "Pick up the pace, Tiberius. We don't have all day." "Can you maybe not be a huge pain for like... I dunno, five minutes?" Snapped Ty, his dearly devoted retainer and most notorious pain-in-the-tail. "Can you maybe loosen up? Y'know it's a real mood killer when there's a paranoid guy on my case all the time, insisting that the whole world is out to get me. Being constantly reminded of my fragile mortality? Woo, talk about fun times." Scowling, Ty stumbled his way over a protruding tree root. "You've got a bad habit of attracting danger, you know that, right? I'm pretty sure it's a Duck thing." The remark slapped the annoyed expression right off Louie's face. Ty quirked an eyebrow. "What's that look for?" Before he could further analyse, Louie sharply turned on his heel and strode on. "It's a Duck thing." He said, keeping his tone even. Both of them knew it was a Duck thing. Ty just didn't know the half of it. "Your highness," He heard Ty gripe. "You know this is a bad idea. A prince shouldn't be out in the open like this without proper protection. And I'm unprepared right now. I can't--" If Ty weren't yakking so much, Louie wouldn't know if he was still there. He wasn't wearing his armor for once so the familiar clank and clatter of metal was nonexistent. "You got your sword, right? You can do a lot of damage with that thing." "Yeah but no juice. And I need juice. See, 'cause what if we get in a tight spot and you--?" "What do you think is gonna happen, Ty?! For the love of all that is gold, It's just a party." "It's never just anything." He grumbled. Ty jogged ahead a little, matching his pace to Louie's. His footsteps alongside him were purposefully heavy So, he was stomping now. Real mature. Louie rolled his eyes. He was fully aware Ty was pissed, he didn't have to go above and beyond to make his anger known. "You really think I'm an idiot who doesn't take safety precautions? I'll have you know keeping Prince Louie alive isn't just your problem. Prince Louie is pretty serious about that too." He gestured to himself. "If you haven't noticed, I'm incognito today. I've got no crown, no mantle, no status whatsoever. And look at these ugly peasant threads," Louie pointed out, tugging at the hem of his dull green tunic. "It's actually kinda depressing how drab I look. I'm never gonna do this again actually. But! See how committed I am right now? Who's gonna recognize me? As we're all aware, I'm pretty well known for my pizzazz." "Just 'cause you stop being a prince doesn't mean danger stops existing." "No but it makes you way less of a target. Now, are you really gonna spend your whole day off bitching at me?" 

The glare Ty shot him was petulant at best. "Well, I didn't wanna. But I got dragged along on this little adventure so guess I gotta." Louie pursed his beak, irritated. He did not drag Ty along anywhere. 

"Come to think of it, I don't remember saying you had to follow me." Well, that came out as harsher than intended. Ty didn't seem hurt. At least, there was no sign that he was. No expression cracked his stone mask. "I've got a duty." Louie scoffed. Ty and his stupid duty. It was really starting to wear on his nerves. But not today, absolutely not today. On this fine, glorious day, Louie was intent on having fun. He would show up at this little forest shindig and he would drink and dance and schmooze and whatever else any carefree person at a party would do. He would forget about everything that was eating at him. He wasn't gonna let it consume him, he wasn't. He was gonna live. While he still could. His sixteenth birthday loomed closer. Six months left. "Sorry." Said Ty, unprompted. The shadows festering in Louie's head cleared out as he snapped back to the present. Ty had his eyes firmly downcast, a noticeable slump to his posture. "It's not like I wanna be running around killing the fun all the time. I really don't. But I gotta." Louie said nothing. His eyebrows rose in quiet astonishment as he studied Ty's side profile. He remembered when Ty first came into his life. Twelve years old, brandishing a sword too big for his body and grinning lopsidedly in an unmistakably trouble seeking sorta way. A real firecracker of a boy, loud and bright. Hungry for adventure and excited to throw himself head first into the action. He remembered one of Ty's earliest and most confident statements. When he lowered himself to bow to Louie in his uncle's throne room and declared that the prince would never fear for his life again. Because Ty would protect him and Ty was fearless. Louie believed him. Make no mistake, Ty had plenty of bite back then too. He had disliked Louie and the feeling had been mutual. But he never doubted that Ty had spoken the truth with his entire heart. Ty was fearless. When Louie was with Ty, he was safe. He believed that and he always had. Despite how they clicked as well as a dagger and a keyhole. Despite Ty being annoying. So annoying. He was still annoying. But it was different now. Louie couldn't pinpoint when that permanent glowing smile of his had dwindled and a thin frown had become Ty's default expression. His sword, something he always used to proudly haul around over his shoulder, now unceremoniously sheathed against his belt. Although Louie had noticed that his right hand never strayed too far from the hilt.   Protecting royalty with your entire being was an all-consuming duty and it seemed, at some point, the reality of such an allegiance had slapped Ty across the face. He had this distinct way of holding himself now. Always stood straight and rigid, coiled up with agitation. He was prepared to fight at a moment's notice but it was clear the thrill of doing so had been long since drained out of him. He still smiled. He still laughed. But only sometimes. Ty was annoying because he was paranoid. Because he was snarky. Because he was too stiff, too protective. And man, what Louie wouldn't give to have Ty's former brand of annoying back. At least never made him feel sorry for the guy. "Can I ask you a favor?" Louie finally spoke, pushing back a drooping tree branch so they could walk below it "You can try." Ty shrugged, his gaze still fixed ahead. "What if we just turn off this whole 'Prince and Retainer' thing today. Whadd'ya think?" He turned to him blankly, complete with a slight tilt of the head that made Louie a tiny bit weak. "Wha....?" Ty was simply not computing. He looked as though Louie was throwing out algebra equations and he was supposed to solve them right on the spot. And he was not a math guy by any means. The cute clueless expression was making it a little hard to focus. Louie swallowed. "Listen." He began, his thumb dragging itself across his sweaty palm as he struggled with how to phrase this. Louie had a way with words, always had. But he had a tendency to trip over his own tongue when Ty was involved. Especially when Ty was staring at him with his soft cande-light eyes and doing that stupid adorable head tilting thing and-- "You need a break." Louie blurted out. "You're stressed like constantly and it's getting kinda insufferable and I think your Dad would sick a dragon on me if his barely fifteen year old son suddenly kicked it 'cause of a paranoia overload so I think you should just forget about being my big strong hero for today and come hang out with me at this stupid peasant party and we can just be two regular kids instead of a royal and his bodyguard do you think you could give me that Tiberius?" It was only in the following beat of silence that Louie realized how fast he spat that all out. He struggled to catch his breath. One second. Ty blinked. Two seconds. A flicker of vacant eyes and then a rush of realization. And then disbelief. And then-- Three seconds. His brow scrunched together and a snarl crinkled his muzzle. His eyes flared. Oh, he was mad.... "Are you crazy?!" Ty shouted. He was beside himself with a malfunctioning mix of fury and incredulity that had him stammering his words. "You-You can't just--.....D-do you even-- you don't...do you realize how disrespectful that is? For you to say it? For-For me to do it?! I was given this duty by the King! The fucking King! To just suddenly "turn it off" would be--....I can't--!" Maybe "mad" was an understatement. "Ty--" Louie tried. He was cutting across Louie, treading back and forth on their forest path,. Not going further, not going back. Just walking to nowhere for the sake of being too scandalized to possibly stand still. Louie was attempting to get Ty's attention by grabbing his tunic but he kept shaking him off. "I'd be a disgrace! An embarrassment! I'm trusted by the royal family to keep--...to keep you safe! I-I can't just walk around with my liege like I'm on vacation and not be on guard! You don't even get it, you--" "Ty!" Louie said loudly."You wanna maybe listen for a sec?!" Frankly, he was surprised Ty halted his tirade. His eyes were blown wide, stunned and Louie wasn't quite sure why until he followed Ty's look, snapping down. Seems in his effort to get a hold of the guy, he had instinctively reached out and snatched Ty's wrist. They stood frozen for a moment, each set of eyes boring into the touch that tied them together. Louie's fingers began to uncurl. Then he decided no. His grip on Ty tightened with a purposeful squeeze. Ty met his gaze, looking....panicked? Confused? Didn't matter. He could besottedly dissect his unreadable facial expressions later. Louie inhaled, deciding to shoulder his dignity for just a second. No safety rails of snark this time. Ty might make fun of him for being sincere later but this was important. "Don't you miss being a kid with nothing to worry about?" Louie implored. "Because if we're being real, I don't think we're ever gonna get to live like that again." Ty muttered something to himself, shaking his head a little. "But listen," Louie continued, taking a step into Ty's personal bubble. Ty took an automatic step back. But since he was still holding his hand, Louie was led a step forward. It was difficult to tell with the pink fur but he could've sworn Ty reddened. "Look I know it's weird for me to be asking but....can't we just take a risk today? It's just a party in the woods. Literally the least likely place to find any danger in the whole kingdom." "We shouldn't--" "Ty, please." Honestly, Louie was a little surprised at himself. He hadn't even planned for Ty to accompany him anyway. But in the heat of the moment, everything had shifted upside-down. Turns out there was something inside him willing to beg. Something that wanted more than anything, for Ty come along. He just wanted a simple memory of just killing time with Ty. Separated from the castle and everything that reminded him of his fate. He would like to smile without a hint of dread for once this year. So, he said just that. "I'm not just trying to make you come along 'cause I'm stuck with you. That's not it." He swallowed. "You're--....you're cool. You're fun. I wanna have you around. You know, when you're not so worked up and you're just being yourself, I like hanging out with you." He tugged Ty's hand a little. Further from his sword and closer to Louie. "I want you to come with me. And I want you to try having fun too." He may as well just tell the idiot he thought about him every time he saw a sunset. The hand he was grasping flexed its fingers. Ty abruptly broke eye contact and glanced to the side, his tongue poking out to pierce the tip of his jagged tooth. His indecisive face. "I just--.....I dunno...." He muttered. "If something happened to you--" "Nothing's gonna happen to me." Said Louie immediately. "I've got a good feeling about this. And c'mon Ty, that coming from a coward?" "You're not a coward." He said, barely a whisper. He was now staring at the ground. "I promise." "Huh?" Louie smiled tightly as Ty looked to him questionably. "I promise nothing is gonna happen. I'm gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine. Now, can you do me this favor and maybe, I dunno, trust me?" The look Ty gave him was a little sad, but it was soft. And then with only a tiny twitch, it shifted into something else entirely. It was trust. Blind trust. Maybe stupid trust. A minuscule pang of guilt jabbed at Louie. Of course he wanted Ty to trust him. He needed him to if there was any hope of achieving his goal here. But objectively, he really shouldn't. Louie was hiding way too much from him. It wasn't fair. Then Ty broke the world, shattered orbit and played around with reality itself by cracking a smile and Louie forgot every coherent thought he ever possessed. He would never put on record just how long he spent pre-preparing jokes, gunning to get the corner of Ty's lips to flick upwards. Made him seem kinda desperate. Which he was not. Ty had that oh, so stereotypical "cute boy" smile. It was crooked, cocky, it was utterly obnoxious. Louie hated it. And worst of all, it was like a little spell to kick Louie's heart into high speed. Sometimes it dazed and confused him like a blinding light flash. But other times, it was warm and if he stared long enough, he'd fall asleep. Louie loved Ty's smile. Every time he tried to convince himself he didn't, he ended up dwelling on it too much and the way his mouth would quirk up would play in his mind on a maddening loop and then it would be too much to handle and the truth that he loved it would always overpower him. So, whenever that happened (like right this second.) he gave up and admitted it. To himself, anyway. He loved Ty's smile. He loved Ty. ......Wait. That last part was new, hold up. Rewind. But he didn't get the chance because Ty was talking now. Still a little dazzled, Louie didn't catch what he said but he figured it was good since he was still smiling. And then that smile broke into a huge grin, his eyes flashed with trouble and his hands were on Louie's shoulders and-- "Race ya!" Ty cried. With a light push, Louie was stumbling backwards and Ty kicked off into a sprint. For a brief moment, Louie could only gaze after him, stupefied. Love, huh? Like the real deal? That was crazy. But then he snapped out of as he recalled the audacity of this bastard. "You just pushed your liege!" He shrieked, receiving a loud "WOO!" from Ty as a response. And then Louie was grinning. He was giddy. He didn't quite know if he forgot about love in that instance or if it was the force powering him but he was tearing off after Ty, yelling about the latter's totally unfair head start. In hindsight, he should've figured it was love a long time ago. Who else would get him to run for no reason?

[angelsswirl]

Petrichor

Seven

���️ This Chapter is rated mature for sexual content⚠️

Notes: Happy Holidays everyone! Here's a present from me to you! (Dont worry I'm still on break, this has always been scheduled for a Christmas present)

..

"I hate to think about you with somebody else. Our love has gone cold. You're intertwining your soul with somebody else."

"Can I help you?" Jisoo opened her front door with a bored look on her face.

"How long are you going to be mad at me? It's starting to get annoying." You crossed your arms over your chest. Your jaw clenched and eyes locked in a semi-permanent glare.

"What makes you think I'm mad at you?" Jisoo frowned stubbornly.

"Oh, I get it now. You're a dumbass. Can't believe I hadn't noticed it sooner."

"Now, hold on." Jisoo held up a hand.

You poked a finger in Jisoo's chest, "You think you're all high and mighty just because you haven't slept with anybody else. I have needs, Jisoo! You don't get to decide who I do or don't sleep with."

Jisoo backed further into the apartment to avoid the probing finger. You followed her with a determined look in your eye. The door slammed shut behind you.

"You could have came to me!" Jisoo hollered, an almost imperceptible growl bubbled beneath the words.

"Your child was sick!"

"You didn't know that!"

"What was I supposed to do? Walk over here and ask you if you were available, then when you said no, head over to where I was going in the first place?" You sighed and shook your head, "One of us is missing the point, and it is not me."

Jisoo scowled even harder somehow. Her jaw is clenched and she's looking at the framed picture just passed your head.

"Are you 'having needs' right now?"

"I'm always 'having needs' because of stupid alphas like you!"

Before you can even blink, Jisoo has you pressed against the nearest wall, with her lips on yours.

It's a lot of clashing teeth and nipped lower lips, and you whimpered desperately or maybe that was Jisoo, you had somehow become so intertwined so quickly, it never became obvious.

Jisoo nipped lightly at your neck. A smirk danced across her kiss swollen lips. You shuddered.

Your back arched away from the wall as Jisoo's hand traveled down your still clothed stomach and into your jeans.

Jisoo groaned, "You're soaked." She pulled her hand back from its destination part way before returning.

"So I've been told."

Jisoo growled lowly, "Really? You want to be petty right now? With my hand down your pants?"

"What better time than the present?"

Jisoo's fingers traced the outline of your folds lightly, occasionally, grazing over your clit. Her movement is hindered by the tightness of your jeans, but she's determined to get you off like this first.

So, she pushed her her hand back down roughly. The heel of her palm brushed harshly against your center. Her fingers circling your entrance.

"Well, if you're so keen on talking during this, now would be the perfect time for you to beg."

You choked down a whimper, "Y-You know, you're at like the perfect distance for me to knee your dick into your throat, right?"

"So is that a no?"

"It's a keep talking and see what happens-Fuck!" Jisoo mentally patted herself on the back for that one. Her index finger curled slightly inside of you.

You couldn't have even begun to choke back the resulting whimper.

"You were saying?" A raised eyebrow accompanied her smirk. You made sure to clench your eyes shut.

"Do you make it your mission to be this insufferable?" You bit your lip as Jisoo pulled her hand out once again. You absolutely refused to beg, or do anything that would suggest you wanted Jisoo to put her hand back out of pure spite.

Jisoo, for her part, wasn't even thinking about that anymore. She had foregone her original plan. You weren't cooperating and Jisoo's straining painfully against her own shorts.

She leaned in to nip at your neck again. Her nose pressed firmly to your scent gland.

Jisoo never answered the question.

Instead, she dipped her thumbs into the waistband of your jeans and underwear. She pushed them down enough so they were out of her way.

"Jisoo." You breathed out, you were suddenly facing the wall. Jisoo pressed against you lightly.

You could feel Jisoo. Her arousal. Her breathe on your shoulder. Her hands roaming underneath your shirt, you have a feeling Jisoo won't bother to take that off of you.

Your suspicions are confirmed when there's a rustling of clothing, none of which involve anything you're still technically wearing. The heat of Jisoo's body left for about all of three seconds, before she returns sans shorts.

Jisoo chuckled into your ear, "Is this how you thought your morning would go when you woke up. Me, you, and this wall?"

You pressed your overheated face onto said wall. The cold drywall cooled your face almost immediately, "Fuck you."

"What do you think im trying to do?"

Jisoo nestled nicely between your thighs. Her hips slowly pumping back and forth.

You groaned, "Chu, please. I want you inside me."

Jisoo resisted the urge to fist pump, "Since you asked so nicely. I'm never letting you live this down, by the way."

You're sure under any other circumstances, you would have kicked her feet out from under her, but Jisoo's finally inside of you and you're not even totally sure what you were even thinking about three seconds earlier.

~•~

"Don't think this means I'm not still mad at you." You huffed petulantly as you adjusted all of your clothing back onto your body, the way it had been when you came in.

"Yeah, I'm not too thrilled with you either at the moment. Truce?" Jisoo shuffled back into her shorts. She held out her hand toward you.

You just stared at it, "Fine, truce." Your brows furrowed for a second before widening comically, "Where's your kid?"

Jisoo looked back at you confused for a moment, "Kid? What ki-Oh! She's at my parents for the week. You didn't think I'd have sex with you in my living room if she was here, did you? Of course not, I'd do it in the kitchen."

"I really can't stand you." You rolled your eyes before heading for the door.

"Then why do you keep talking to me?"

"Because Irene's already mated!" You shouted over your shoulder.

"Hey! Low blow!"

You only laughed as you exited the apartment.

~•~

She hates Whole Foods. She really does, but Lia's got allergies and it's the easiest place to shop for her.

She figured now was a good time to go grocery shopping. She wouldn't have to deal with the ankle biter pointing to every single flavor of Cheerios she recognized and pouting until Jisoo put it into the basket.

Speaking of Cheerios, Jisoo found herself in the cereal aisle. She grabbed a large box of plain Cheerios for Lia, then Lucky Charms for herself.

She was about to continue down the aisle, when her cart clipped someone in the back of the ankle.

"Sorry about that."

The owner of the ankle turned around with an easy smile.

"It's all good."

Jisoo's face lit up with recognition, only for the it to practically get slapped off her face with recognition of a different variety.

Jisoo is suddenly struck with the urge to maybe punch this woman in the face, she eventually decided that probably wasn't a good look.

Jisoo assumed she can probably sense you on her too and that's not good.

She breifly wondered if they were going to have to fight in the cereal aisle of this local Whole Foods, but then the other woman just says, "Hey, Jisoo. Long time no see."

"Yeah. It's been a while, Chaeyoung."

Rosé nodded resolutely before going about her business. Trying to get away from Jisoo as quickly as possible.

Jisoo decided to too, groceries be damned.

~•~

"You know it's no fun if you don't help." You smiled, you stared at Jisoo for a minute, waiting for her to respond.

Jisoo was supposed to be helping you clean your apartment. Instead, she had just been standing near your front door for the better part of 15 minutes. When Jisoo doesn't say anything, you just go back to cleaning with a small frown.

It isn't until 15 more minutes pass, that Jisoo actually does speak. You will forever fondly remember this next part as 'My Worst Nightmare Come To Life'.

"Do I even have a chance?" Jisoo wasn't looking at you. She only stared at the ceiling. Her hands clench to fists in her jeans pockets.

"What are you talking about?" You asked softly. You slowly placed your cleaning supplies onto the sofa.

"You have Rosé Fucking Park knocking on your door, and you still give me the time of day? Why?" Jisoo's shoulders shrugged nearly to her ears. She wrestled herself off the wall, then let her eyes drift to you.

"Because I-" Your chest hurt. Your eyes stung, and your head ache. You felt like you were curling in on yourself.

This was the very thing you didn't want to happen. You were supposed to choose one of them before they found out, so you didn't lose both of them.

"I thought-I thought. I don't know what I thought, but it doesn't matter anymore." Jisoo glared, not necessarily at you. Just at life in general. She glared at the very unfortunate hand she had been dealt.

"Wait. How did-Do you know Rosé?"

Jisoo shrugged again, "We went to college together, sung in the choir. But that's irrelevant. You could have told me. I wouldn't have gotten mad or anything. Or stopped letting you see Lia. Dammit, always second place."

"Chi-Jisoo, you're not second place." You choked on a sob. You can feel it. Jisoo's pulling away from you. And you sort of feel like you're been torn in two.

"So, I'm first?" Jisoo looked back up at you slowly. A subtle hopeful look bled into your eyes.

"Jisoo, I-" You swallowed harshly.

"Yeah. It sounds like you have a choice to make." Jisoo rubbed the back of neck, then headed for the door.

"Jisoo please." You went to reach for Jisoo's hand but stopped yourself.

"I'm just going to head out." Jisoo placed her hand on the door knob. She only hesitated a few beats before shaking her head and opening it.

"Soo..." The tears are leaking from your eyes in full force now. Jisoo continued to walk out the door.

It doesn't slam shut behind her, which you appreciated.

You wondered if you should call Chaeyoung, but you don't think you could handle her not picking up. You're not even sure if you could handle Chaeyoung actually picking up either, for that matter.

What would you even say?

That you were sorry? That you didn't mean to hurt anyone?

It all seemed a little too late for that.

[cinebration]

Choose Where (Victor Zsasz x Reader) [Part 1]

Written for: @im-just-one-of-the-avengers by me

Reposting so as to make it easier to find when searching tags.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

Warnings: torture, mutilation, blood, cutting

Adrenaline did little to combat the growing migraine. Hanging upside down would do that to a woman. To anyone.

Your pounding pulse drowned out Roman Sionis’s monologue. All you could hear was the fleshy sound of the other man’s knife cutting into your father’s face.

He was a prick anyway. The fact you were hanging beside him said as much.

A sickening splat sounded to your right. You glanced aside at the floor. Your father’s face lay in its own blood, holes for eyes gaping up at you like some disturbed Halloween mask’s rictus. Better yet, like some knock-off Michael Myers or Leatherface one.

You barked out a laugh before you could catch it.

Roman pivoted sharply on his heel, the humor draining from his face.

A hand seized you by the hair, yanking you up. You hissed but didn’t cry out, even as the awkward angle strained your neck. The pounding in your head turned into a jackhammer as you rolled your eyes to see the other man.

He stood over you, bleached-blonde hair a halo around his head, the light from overhead illuminating it. Dark brown eyes stared down into your face. Deep lines scored his features as he blinked slowly, surprise and confusion marring his once gleeful expression.

“You shouldn’t frown like that,” you heard yourself say. “It’ll leave wrinkles.”

A shadow fell over you as Roman stepped into view, lips twisted across his teeth. “You think this is funny?”

“I’ve been inverted too long, I guess. My filter’s gone out the window.”

A chill coursed through you as steel pressed against your throat. You shivered visibly. The other man’s lips peeled across his teeth into a smile.

You met his gaze with a flat one of your own. “Do you mind? That’s pretty cold.”

His smile faltered.

Roman suddenly laughed. “You’re pretty ballsy.”

“I’ve got nothing to lose.”

“Nothing but your life,” the other man snarled.

“Well, that’s pretty much forfeit, right? I wouldn’t be hanging here if it wasn’t.”

Again with the perplexed expression. You decided his face wasn’t used to it, not with the way it seemed to go against the natural lines of his features. He seemed like a grinner, what with those gold teeth anyway.

A gloved finger tapped your cheek. You shifted your attention to Roman again. He stared down at you, tapping his finger in time with his thinking. You arched an eyebrow. He stopped tapping.

“Are you good at anything?” he asked.

You blinked. “Good or great?”

Nodding slowly, Roman dropped his hand and laughed. “Let her go, Zsasz. I think she might be useful.”

You looked up to see the other man—Zsasz, apparently—staring down at you, the frown lines in his face deeper than before. If you hadn’t had your hands bound to your waist, you would’ve reached up to smooth them out. The scars on his face were enough character for him.

He let you go. The world swung for a moment as your body acted as a pendulum. You saw Roman striding away from you, then pause mid-step.

“But,” he said, holding one finger up, “give her a mark. Consider it a warning.”

Without warning, Zsasz cut you loose. You flailed before hitting the ground a half-second later, pain lancing through your shoulder as you hit the concrete. Hissing, you rolled onto your knees. Everything hurt, from your chafed ankles to your numb legs and pounding skull. You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting the sudden nausea at the base of your throat.

A hand seized your hair again, yanked you up into a sitting position. Opening your eyes, you found yourself staring directly into Zsasz’s eyes. He scrutinized yours, trying to understand something written there. His breath tickled your skin. You felt his hand shift in your hair, tightening.

“Are you this rough in bed?” you asked.

He drew back, shocked by the question. You couldn’t help but smile. He was too easy.

His own lips pulled into a matching smile. “I could cut your tongue out for that.”

“Roman seemed to like mine. Wouldn’t want to piss off the boss, would you?” You straightened, though it made his grip on your hair nearly unbearable. “Well, get on with it.”

He drew the knife down your cheek, leaving an icy trail. You leaned into it, daring him to make the cut.

“Where would you like it?”

It was your turn to frown. “What?”

“Where do you want the scar?”

He asked with such sincerity you were at a loss for words. The mischief, though still dancing in his eyes, couldn’t mask his sudden intensity, as though the question were the most important one in the world. His lips parted slightly as he waited for your response, his breath not quite even.

You looked at the scars on his own face. “Across my eyebrow,” you decided quietly. “The left one.”

“Why?”

The words bubbled up without hesitation. “So I’m not just another pretty face. So they know I know pain.”

His eyelids fluttered. Releasing his grip in your hair, he held your face with one hand, rough fingers gripping your skin. With something akin to reverence in his eyes, he pressed the blade against your eyebrow.

You hissed as the pain lanced through your skull. Blood poured into your eye, blinding you. The blade sliced through your eyebrow and up across your forehead, following the outside edge of your temple.

When he let go, you sagged, resisting the urge to hold your face. Blood dripped down your cheek, collected in drops on the concrete beneath you.

“Here.”

To your surprise, Zsasz offered you a cloth. It looked like a handkerchief, maybe some castoff of Roman’s that Zsasz had appropriated. With mumbled thanks, you tried to reach for it, forgetting your hands were still bound to your waist.

“Hold on,” he said. He cut your hands free deftly, fingers lingering on your wrists momentarily. A tingle shot through you at the tentative contact.

Accepting the handkerchief, you pressed it to your forehead, wincing as fresh pain rolled through your skull. Zsasz sat back on the floor, unable to look away from your face. Frowning and immediately regretting it as your new wound pulsed, you asked, “What? I’m not the first girl you’ve cut before, am I?”

“Why didn’t you beg?”

You shrugged and glanced aside at your father’s disembodied face. “My father has always dragged me down with him. I figured he’d drag me down to hell, too.”

“Who are you?”

You would’ve laughed but not for the expression on his face, the need to understand. God, did the profound confusion look good on him. You decided that was your new project: to make him as confused as possible as often as possible.

“You’ll just have to find out,” you said, smirking.

He answered it with one of his own.

[jungshookz]

ballet!jimin's harsh voice but gentle touch when he's telling u off for performing with an injury but bandaging u up and snapping at the others because his sTAR WAS HURT AND CRYING im sOFT

→ pairing: park jimin x reader 

→ genre: balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n au, fluff!!!! the fluffiest fluff!!! idk jimin just really cares about y/n okAY 

→ wordcount: 2.5k 

→ note: i keep starting off with baby drabbles and then the baby drabbles eventually turn into fAT drabbles so here u go.,., y/n is a big dum-dum for not telling jimin about her sprained ankle and he wants to kiss the bruise on her knee but that’s probably not a good idea

(gif isn’t mine!) (okay but this gif is literally so perfect for this au) 

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long story short

you managed to sprain your ankle after trying to do a grand jeté and now you’re trying to pretend like your foot is completely fine

(a grand jeté is a move where ur supposed to spring from one foot and land on the other while keeping one leg forwArd of your body and the other leg stretched backwards while in the air) 

((u would not recommend doing it and u give it -2/10 gold stars))

it’s just that you have this innate, almost animalistic need to impress jimin and the other week you snuck a glance at the syllabus and you saw ‘grand jeté’ scribbled at the bottom of the page

and ya know what

you want to be one of the first people in the class to learn how to do it!! even though you’ve never attempted it before but 

now is a good time to start learning! 

you came in super early today to practice this stuPid move

it’s literally just a jump from point a to point b so you don’t understand why-

“shit!” you gasp when you feel a sharp pain shOOt up your foot the moment you land and you immediately crumple to the ground with a loud fLOP

O W

“oh my god, ow-” you hiss and rub at your sore ankle that’s beginning to turn red

you try flexing your foot and you let out a whimper when you feel another zap of pain

okay

you know what

it’s not a big deal

class starts in… ten minutes, so maybe you can hobble to the vending machine and use a can of soda as a makeshift ice pack

yes

also you should probably hide in the bathroom while icing your ankle because there’s no way in hell you’re going to let jimin see you like this

you’re already sure he hates you and you are not going to give him another reason to keep hating you

“that was quite a tumble, y/l/n. maybe if you kept your leg straighter, you wouldn’t have landed so harshly.” you immediately freeze upon hearing the voice of your sworn enemy

seulgi

you whip around to look over your shoulder “…seulgi! i… don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“it’d be a shame if you hurt your foot… you won’t be able to participate in class… you won’t be able to show us your amazing dance moves…” seulgi sighs and drops her bag on the side

you narrow your eyes at her

something’s coming

“oh! and you won’t be able to suck up to mr. park like a little teacher’s pet.”

ah

there it is

you have literally never done anything to seulgi but she hates you because she fully believes that you’re jimin’s favourite student which yOU know is not true

it’s just because she wants to be jimin’s favourite student which is understandable but

you don’t get why she has to be so mean to you all the time

“says you.” you can’t help but roll your eyes after you turn back around to check on your foot

you give it another little flex and curse quietly

you definitely sprained it

you gooFball

you shouldn’t have attempted a grand jeté without jimin’s guidance!!!

“sorry, did you just say something?” 

“i said i’m fine, seulgi.” you force a smile onto your face “but thank you for your concern.” you push yourself up off the ground and biTe back a hiss of pain when you get back up onto your feet

okay okay oKAy

just smile through the pain

do noT give seulgi the pleasure of knowing that your foot is all kinds of fucked up right now

if you don’t think about your foot, you should be fine

you only have to get through an hour and a half of rigorous dancing and then you can hobble to the drug store and get yourself some ointment and a bandage and hopefully your foot will get better over the weekend

and with this distraction you officially have… one minute left til class starts

the rest of the girls have already filed into the room and everyone’s either stretching on the barre or putting their pointe shoes on

“alright, ladies!” you jump when jimin claps his hands together as he steps into the studio “put on your best performance smiles because i want to see everyone do a triple-turn pirouette since we spent all of last week working on them!”

“oh, jesus.” you mutter to yourself and you ignore the way seulgi crosses her arms and smirks at you

it’s not just one pirouette that you have to do

it’s a triple-turn pirouette

you have to spin around three damn times!!!!

your foot isn’t even going to let you spin onE time!!  

it can’t get any worse than this 

“we’re going to have everyone up here one by one so that i can clearly pick out whatever mistakes will be made.”

…okay, it turns out it actually can get worse than this 

everyone moves to gets in a line at the back of the room

“alright, so…” jimin pauses for a second and raises his brow when he notices you.,. hobble? to your spot

hm 

you turn around and stand in third position with your hands behind your back and clear your throat

“let’s get started! don’t let me down, please.”

“don’t let him down, y/l/n.” seulgi nudges your side with her elbow and you resist the urge to shoVe your elbow right into her face

“why don’t you focus less on me and more on the fact that you’re in fourth position instead of third?” you mutter and seulgi immediately looks down at her feet before shifting her feet

curse you and your attention to detail

“answer me this - how should one hold their arms during a pirouette?” jimin snaps and holds his clipboard against his chest before raising his brow at poor ailee

she looks like she’s about to start crying and honEstly you would probably start crying too

“um, you… they should be curved… and…”

“incorrect.” jimin blinks “i can’t tell if you’re kidding me or not. they should be straight out in front of your chest with your palms inward and your thumbs aligned. get out of my classroom and come back when you’re ready - next!”

ailee literally whimpers before ducking down and sprinting out of the classroom 

oh goD

you’ve never been kicked out of the classroom before and you sure as hell don’t want to start now

you swallow thickly when you take a peek at how many girls are left until it’s your turn

four more including seulgi

you’ve seen seulgi do a triple-turn pirouette before and even though she does it beautifully you still hAte her guts

you grimace when you move up the line but you let out a small breath

smile through the pain

your ankle feels like it’s on FIRE

“seulgi? you’re up.” jimin taps his pen against his clipboard before gesturing for her to come

seulgi doesn’t say a word as she steps over to the middle of the room

a bright smile adorns her face as she spins one, two, and three times

goddamnit

how are you supposed to go on after seulgi????

“good.” jimin nods in affirmation “back of the line so that you can show the class again after everyone’s done.”

“yes, mr. park.” seulgi smiles sweetly and bats her lashes at him before veering off to the back of the line

“good luck, y/n.” she doesn’t hesitate to flash a smug little smirk in your direction as she steps past you

“y/n, your turn.” jimin hums and you offer him a meek smile

okay

here we go

don’t think about your foot

just think about the triple turn

you clear your throat again as you get into position

the first step to the turn is a plié

you stand with your feet flat against the floor

you bend your knees outward and keep your legs straight

so far so good

you lift your back heel off the ground slightly to prepare to turn and press your lips together to hide a wince when you feel more pressure on your front (very VERY spRAined) foot

“make sure your weight is centred over the ball of your foot so as not to disrupt your alignment.” jimin reminds you gently and you nod

“yes, mr. park.” you let out a breath to prepare yourself for the oncoming onslaught of PAIN

you give yourself a mental countdown before lifting your back leg and initiating your turn

you lift your back leg up and place your foot above the knee of your straight leg with your toe pointed towards the ground and you turn once

oh gOD

you unintentionally let out a gasp after completing the first turn because jesus fuCK that hurts!

your sprained foot is literally carrying the weight of your entire body and you want to: dIE

okay, second turn, here we go!

you remember to keep your back straight and your arms in a circle in front of you as you turn

you also remind yourself to focus on spotting so that you won’t lose your balance

you keep your head straight and level as you turn the second time

don’t think about your foot don’t think about your foo-

j-jESUS chRIST have MERCY

you get halfway through the final turn before your foot gives in and you find yourself tumbling to the ground

your knee hits the ground with a loud smAck that seems to bounce off the walls of the room and you let out a groan of pain

well, this is great!

now you have a fucked up ankle anD a bruised and bLeeding knee!

“christ, y/n, are you okay??” your name slips out of jimin’s mouth as he drops to his knees and sets his clipboard down with a clatter

seulgi raises her hand high up into the air and clears her throat “mr. park, can i just say how truly admirable it is that y/n wanted to get up there and show you her triple- well, her double-pirouette even though she sprained her ankle at the beginning of class?”

jimin looks up at her and immediately knits his brows together 

“you knew a fellow classmate was injured and you didn’t inform me?” he practically growls at her and she shrinks back in fear

“i-“ seulgi pauses and her face flames up immediately “i-i mean, yes, but that’s only because i… i didn’t want…”

you literally aren’t even paying attention to the fact that seulgi is getting toasted and roasted by jimin because you are in sO much pain

you let out a sob and feel a hot tear roll down the side of your face as you lie on your back clutching your knee to your chest  

oh grEAT

and now you’re crying!!!

jimin looks down at you in alarm before glancing over at the other girls who look absolutely traumatised

“everyone out of the classroom! go and practice your turns in room b.”

so

you’re not particularly sure what’s going on right now

everyone left the room five minutes ago and jimin hasn’t said a word to you

you stopped crying as soon as everyone left upon realising that you are now alone with jimin

he doesn’t say anything as he pulls the first aid kit out to get the ointment and the bandages

he doesn’t say anything as he sits down across from you and pulls your foot up gently so it’s sitting on his lap

you’re sitting up while leaning back on your palms and you chew on your bottom lip nervously

he helps unravel the ribbon around your ankle before slipping your pointe shoe off and setting it aside

you feel like you should at least say somEthing

“mr. park? i’m sorry for not telling-“

“how could you be so irresponsible?” jimin interrupts you and glances up at you for a second before looking back down at your foot

you feel your cheeks heat up with shame

“i just didn’t want you to be disappointed in me.” you murmur and twiddle with the edge of your chiffon skirt

“i could never be disappointed in you.” jimin mutters in response as he carefully pins the bandage in place

he pauses for a second because he definitely wasn’t supposed to say that out loUd

“you have to let me know the next time you’re hurt, okay?” he sets your foot aside and scoots closer til he’s practically sitting with your legs on either side of him

and now your cheeks are heating up for a different reason

and then you realise he’s only done that because your knee is still bruised and bleeding

“yes, mr. park.” 

“how did you hurt yourself?” he rips open a little antiseptic pad package with his teeth and that..,,. shouldn’t be hot,.., but it was kinda hot.,,.

“i was… trying to do a grand jeté and i guess i landed weirdly on my ankle…” you breathe out 

your heart is beating a little harder now because jimin’s face is only a couple inches away from yours

he’s so pretty 

:-( 

“but i haven’t taught how to do a grand jeté yet?” jimin raises a brow as he wipes up the dried blood

you twitch at the slight sting of it

“i saw it on your clipboard and i wanted to teach myself how to do it to impress you.” you admit shamefully and divert your gaze immediately when you feel jimin freeze

“are you serious?”

“…ya”

jimin snorts 

gOD

you are so CUTE

his heart skip a beat at your confession

it’s so cute!!!! you did it to impress him!!!!!! him!!!! even though you obviously hurt yourself doing it but still!! you did it for hiM!!! 

a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and he shakes his head 

“you really are something, you know that?” he laughs lightly as he smooths the bandaid over your cut

you can’t help but let out a little huff “…is that a good thing?”

jimin looks over at you and he just wants to kith the pout off your adorable faCE 

he resists the urge to lean down and press a kiss over your knee and instead gives it a little pat before reaching over a tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear 

“miss y/l/n - it’s a very good thing.”

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

drabble tag

[hockeybabestars]

New Year, Same Us - Auston Matthews - Eight

a/n: im going out of town for a football game/visiting friends this weekend and i’m not bringing my computer so i thought i would post this early for yall!! thank you to every person who has been keeping up with this story and liking or reblogging! you mean so much to me! i hope yall enjoy the longest chapter of new year same us, to make up for the shortest in chapter seven (yikes!) we’re almost through with this story yall! we have a lil flashback in this chapter! (in italics) and finally have the prompt that started it all! (in bold)

September 18, 2018

Austons P.O.V

“Aus?!” She yelled from her room. “Are you almost ready?” 

I had been ready for 20 minutes and was sitting on our couch waiting for her to finish up. “Yeah I’m ready now!” I rolled up my sleeve to get a better look at my watch, “are you almost ready? It would look really bad if my plus one made us late.” I snicker as I heard her heels clack, the light to the hallway going off simultaneously.

 I got up from the sofa as she entered, and boy, was I going to have to keep an eye on her tonight. She looked stunning. The light pink dress cinched her curves in all the right places, and her hair was in waves. She was like something out of a dream. She didn’t bat an eye as she went to the kitchen looking for the keys. I came up behind her and dangled them in her face, and before she could snatch them I pulled them away. She reached for them again but I held them behind my head, and suddenly she was all too close to my face. I glanced down at her lips, wanting to kiss them badly but then I quickly diverted back up to her eyes. “You look stunning (Y/N).”

I could feel her breath hitch against my own lips and the minty flavor of her gum hit my nose before she smiled genuinely, her signature smile where her lips tilted a little crooked at the corners, and it made my heart flutter. “Thanks Aus, you don’t look too bad yourself.” 

She stepped away and we did a once over of our apartment, making sure we didn’t forget anything. I grinned and opened our front door for her, watching her walk as she went. I locked the door and we went down the hall towards the elevator, “just out of curiosity,” she toyed with a strand of her hair, eyes flicking up to me through long lashes, “how much did your suit cost?” She was smirking at me and I couldn’t resist really. “Wanna bet on it?” The elevator dinged for us to get on and she rolled her eyes, “do I even have a choice?”

“No use fighting at this point babydoll.” I flashed her my signature smirk as the floor indicator ticked down.

“Does that really work on girls?” She played.

“Apparently not on you.” I laughed but deep down I kinda hoped it did.

“It’s because I know you better than you know you.” She stated matter of factly. She did though. That was the scary part. We hit the first level and strolled out, before she added thoughtfully, “did you want it to work on me?”

I felt my cheeks flame, and was thankful she was walking slightly ahead of me, “uhh,” I faltered before gaining my confidence back, “depends on if you wanted it too.” 

She stopped for a split second, giving me a chance to catch up before she continued walking, this time leaning into me a little bit, “maybe.”

My heart jumped at that, “Still wanna make that bet?” I opened the car door for her. She thanked me and I hopped in the drivers side.

“Am I betting high or low.” She gave me side eye as she buckled her seat belt and we were off.

“What do you think?” I grinned. There’s no way she gets this. “Do you know your suits? What brand am I even wearing?” I smiled. 

I could feel her eyes on me as mine were on the road, and she reached over and ran her finger down the lapel of it, feeling the fabric. I tried to concentrate on the road but she was leaned over the console examining the details of my suit, looking for anything that would give away the designer or price. I needed to think fast, I could tell this would be a long night already and it hadn’t really even begun. 

I swatted her hand away, “hey stop it! that’s cheating.” I smiled and looked over at her as we hit a light. She placed her palm flat against my chest as she mocked me, pulling her lower lip into a pout. I could feel my heartbeat pick up and surely she could too.

 “Just seeing what I have to work with Aus.” The nickname melted off her tongue like butter and really I only like it when she says it anyway. The light flashed green and I grabbed her hand off my chest, entwining our fingers together and resting them over the middle console. “I’m betting high, what like $7,000? Is that too much for a suit? What is it Gucci? Aren’t you like their poster boy or something?” 

I laughed at her accusations and she squeezed my hand a little too hard. “Ow! Jeez woman that hurt. Those are my money makers!” 

She swatted at me again, “sorry not sorry. Isn’t like half your closet Gucci or something. I feel like I should know this but I’m really drawing a blank here.”

A smile crept up onto my face. She’s cute when she’s thinking too hard. She always over thinks or over-analyzes everything. It’s like it’s written in her DNA or something.

She looked over at me and I attempted to keep a straight face, “it’s Gucci isn’t it.” I nodded. “$7000 close?”

I kept a tight lip. She turned towards me, “it’s fuckin higher isn’t it!!!” Her voice raised towards the end and I burst out laughing. 

“$10,000.” Her jaw dropped, “what do I get since you couldn’t guess it?”

“I can’t believe you spent $10,000 on a suit.” She was in awe, “that’s like a trip to Europe, or a down payment on a car, what are you psycho?”

“Are you really belittling me right now?” I chuckled, “you guessed $7,000 that’s just as high!!!” 

“Yeah but-“

“But what? $7000 okay to drop but $10 is too much?” Her face went blank as she tried to process it and I howled as her eyebrows knit together. She was something else.

“I hate you.” She fought to keep the smile off her face.

“Your mouth says otherwise.” She covered her lips with her hands as we pulled up to the venue, she finally pulled them off as we valeted the car. And as we walked into the rustic barn I elbowed her a bit, grinning wildly, “seriously though, what’s my prize since you didn’t guess right?” 

She linked our arms as we tried to figure out where we were sitting and smirked at me, “Bragging rights.”

“I bet we could make it a little more interesting.”

“Oh of course you bet huh.”

“You owe me a dance.”

She pouted. “Aus-“ 

“Nuh-Uh. We’re dancing later, it’s the least you can do.”

I can tell she wanted to press me further but instead she just nodded, “Okay.”

“Wow, I didn’t think that would be this easy. I need to win bets more often.” I knew how much she hated dancing. It was because she had two left feet and literally tripped over herself on any normal day. She didn’t like to embarrass herself. The truth was, she wasn’t a bad dancer at all. She could dance fine by herself, especially after a drink or two. But she was clumsy enough that partner dancing wasn’t really her thing. I always try to get her to at weddings and events but she doesn’t budge. She's stubborn as hell, but it’s why I love her. She doesn’t change for anyone. Not even me. I always ended up finding some random bridesmaid to dance with at these things, but tonight she was mine. 

We wandered further into the barn stopping for a few pictures together before the ceremony as Paige snapped away on her phone and a film camera as well. Mitch and Steph found their way to us too and soon enough we had group pictures with the six of us, then guys, girls, and finally as we finished up it was about time to find our seats. 

The Tavares wedding was really going to be something. Greenery was everywhere and there was a modern feel to their set up even with the more natural elements. I put a hand on (Y/N)’s lower back and guided her to our seats on the grooms side. We were in the middle back and slid into the refurbished white bench with ease, the rest of our group following suit, filing into the row after us. I wrapped an arm around the back of (Y/N)’s seat as she crossed her ankles, leaning into me while we waited for the ceremony to start. A comfortable silence settled over us and somehow both our free hands found each other on their own accord. Soon enough she was playing with my fingers, clasping and unclasping them, tracing the outline of my hand and holding our palms up to watch our hands align. It was something we had done plenty of times before. Whenever we got bored or were watching Netflix or at family events. It was inevitable that our hands would meet. Her hand was a lot smaller than mine, and we quietly played a game of thumb wars before the loud chattering settled down. I could hear the preacher say to rise, so I gently grabbed her hand in mine and lead her up. She was still leaning into me as we waited for the bride to make her way down the aisle. 

John and Aryne chose to say their own vows although short and sweet. It was nice. Being here, celebrating them. (Y/N) was the perfect wedding date. She was classy and reserved when needed but could definitely open up and make conversation with anyone who approached her. And soooo many people approached her. Which was crazy because she was the plus one. But that’s just (Y/N), stealing everyone’s heart the way she stole mine. 

It had to be obvious at this point. I thought my incessant flirting and annoying her every chance I got would be enough to give her the hint, but apparently not. I thought that living together was another sign that maybe I was kind of into her but she just took it at face value since it was the most logical option. I think I really realized how I've felt this past May. I mean, it was there all along, but I didn’t admit it to myself until then. She started hooking up with some random guy at college, and when I walked into some kid in our apartment it made my stomach lurch. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that sick in my life.

I had talked to her earlier in the day. We were on a long road trip in the west and I was excited to get back and see her. 

It felt like maybe things had been changing between us lately, and I wanted to get back and test the waters a little just to see if she even felt a tiny bit the same. It was easy with her. I missed her like crazy, constantly texting to see what she was up to, and sending snapchat updates of what the boys and I were doing, just because I knew she would send a picture back and I could see that gorgeous face again. 

Our flight was delayed because weather in Toronto was pretty bad.  And we didn’t end up landing till pretty late. I texted her when we landed at 12 that I would be home soon. I never got a response so I figured she was asleep. 

What I didn’t expect, when I came home at 1am on a Saturday, was some random guy going through the cupboards in our kitchen with just his boxers on. 

“Uh who are you?” I had a sour taste in my mouth.

The guy looked up from his position on the floor, going through the bottom cabinets and I swear almost shit himself. “Oh my god you’re Auston Matthews.” I frowned. Oh jeez a hockey fan, how rare in this city! He shook his head in disbelief and stood up, walking over to me and put his hand out for me to shake. I took it, begrudgingly. “I’m Reese, it’s really nice to meet you, although I never thought it would be like this.”

I scoffed, but he didn’t seem to notice. He found (Y/N)’s post it notes on the kitchen island and pulled one off handing it to me, “do you think you could sign this for me?”

“What the hell is going on here? Reese I thought-” (Y/N) ‘s voice sounded a little groggy, like she might’ve been sleeping, but when she came out of her room, only clad in black lace underwear and a t-shirt I presumed to be his, my breath caught in my throat. One because she looked damn good. And two because she was wearing his clothes and practically nothing else. I felt a fire in my chest. I swallowed hard and tried to remain neutral. 

When she finally realized I was home her eyes went wide. “Oh, uh, hey Aus.”

“(Y/N) you didn’t tell me your roommate was the Auston Matthews.” This guy was still here?

She uncomfortably glanced over at me. Yeah me too. “Uh roommate? Try best friend.” I said smugly.

“I didn't see a reason to bring it up.” She said. Ouch that hurt.

“Sorry Reese bro, but I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, I really need to get to bed and I’m sure your friend (Y/N) here can fill you in on all the dirty details later. Have a great night.” I walked past them and into my room, shutting the door. Trying to get ready for bed without my head exploding from everything that just happened. I waited until I could hear him leave before I went and knocked on her door.

“What Matthews?” I opened it slightly and peered in, leaning on the door frame and watching her fix her bedding a bit, now in another old t-shirt. 

“Matthews huh? Can I come in?” She nodded and crawled under the white comforter patting the spot next to her. I sat down on top of it before rethinking this whole situation. “Actually can we go to my room?” I wasn’t really comfortable that they just fucked in here and wasn’t too keen on sitting in the bed that someone else got to touch her in. 

She nodded and as I grabbed her hand, I felt tingles. I didn’t dare to look behind me as I lead her to my room. We crawled under the covers and sat against the headboard.

 We stared up at the ceiling a bit before she turned to me. “You’re so dramatic.” 

I looked over to her and I could tell she was slightly upset. “But I know that’s not exactly the most fun thing to come home to and I’m sorry.”

“S’okay. Were you ever gonna tell me you were kinda seeing someone?” My jealousy got the best of me, and I couldn’t help but let it seep into my voice a little as I ask.

“No not really, you never tell me when you do...So.” She shrugged, and I tilted my head back a little, groaning.

“You don’t tell people we’re friends either?” It sucked knowing that maybe she was ashamed of me for whatever reason. I always told everyone about her. I loved to talk about her and how proud I am of her for working hard in college and her internship which she officially secured, and just being the amazing, kind hearted person that she is.

“It’s different… I- I don’t tell strangers or people I just met or at least until I have a grasp on their personality. I stopped doing that a long time ago. I can never tell if they want to be friends with me, or have a relationship with me, for me or to get to you.” 

“Oh.” It sucks, but it makes sense.

“Oh. Is right. Also I don’t want people to be up either of our asses if they're just clout chasers.” She smiled, shaking her head as I laughed, “Just not how I want to spend my time.”

I sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kick him out, that was just weird and I wasn’t expecting you to have company and-“

“Auston. It’s okay. I should’ve warned you in some way, or gone to his place. Maybe this whole thing could’ve been prevented. I’m the one who’s sorry. That situation was pretty awkward.” I don’t want her at some guys place. I want her with me.

I grabbed her hand and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. My stomach churning as I did so, “Stop worrying. Don’t be sorry either. We good?” She nodded and entwined our pinky’s. “Always.” And with that she slipped out of the darkness of my room and back down the hallway to hers. And my heart ached with every step.

Maybe I wasn’t doing enough, maybe I just needed to be upfront. 

I took a swig of the beer I was drinking and set it back on the table as I watched her converse with Steph, Paige, and Aryne, Probably complementing the bride on her gown and the allure of the wedding.

Pretty soon we were eating steak, mashed potatoes and wedding cake, and my stomach was all too full when the bride and groom shared their first dance. I looked to (Y/N) to see her swooning at John and Aryne adoringly. She was facing the back of her chair, hands resting on the back of it, and chin resting on her hands. “Don’t you just love those two together?” Her nose crinkled. It was really cute.

I stood and held my hand out to her as other couples started to join in on the dance floor. She looked up to me, eyes slightly glazed from her glasses of champagne, but I knew she was at a good level. Sober enough to make good decisions, buzzed enough to have a good time. “Are you gonna dance with me?” My heart felt like it was racing as I waited for her answer.

She took my hand so I took it as a yes. I lead her out to the dance floor, Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran coming on as we stopped in the middle. She wrapped her arms around my neck and my hands settled on her waist, pulling her close. My stomach churned with nerves and a little bit of excitement. I looked down at her, her head on a swivel, looking everywhere but me. Other people are looking at us and her brow knit in confusion. Her hand was burning a hole where it was placed flat against my chest. 

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” I touched her forehead lightly, then bringing my hand back down and wrapping it around her waist securely.

She looked back to me, eyes widening, “It’s nothing.”

“You know you can tell me anything right?” I tried, pulling her back into me as she slowly tried to pull herself away. “That’s what friends are for. And hey, quit trying to leave me!” I laugh, grinning. “Were kind of in the middle of that dance you owe me.”

She smiles back softly but glances around the room again, this time almost self consciously. “It’s just that… I don’t know- I don’t really know how to say it without sounding weird.”

“Are you okay? Is something wrong? You know nothing you say will ever sound weird to me? I’m pretty sure we’ve been through it all.” I leaned my forehead against hers and try to ease her mind but she seems so off. I don’t know what happened because everything seemed normal when we first got here.

She took a breath and pulled back a little looking right at me, “Everyone thinks we’re a couple.” I could see the nerves riddling her features and it made me curious as to why. It’s not what I was expecting, but it made me grin, “I know.” 

“You know? It doesn’t bother you?” Her nose scrunched again.

“Should it? Does it bother you? I mean, personally I think I could do worse as far as fake lovers go, but…” She playfully shoved me and we fell right back into place, swaying as the song went on melodically.

“It really doesn’t bother you?” She seemed unsure, but avoided my question nonetheless, looking up at me as if the only answer I could give would be yes. That it does bother me. And that couldn’t be further from the truth.

I shrugged trying to play it cool, “why would it bother me?”

 “I don’t know…” She looked away, back to the surrounding crowd as the song changed. “You’re Auston Matthews.” She huffed. “You can get any girl you want. Wouldn’t people believing that… we’re an item… wouldn’t that get in the way?”

I grabbed her hands in mine, looking down at them. She instinctively clasped them together and my heart warmed as I glanced back up at her. “That’s just the thing.” We had stopped dancing at this point, and I’m pretty sure we were in the way of people trying to dance, but I didn’t mind. “You don’t see me as the Auston Matthews. You never did. You just see me as Auston Matthews, your extremely good looking and talented best friend.” I smirked.

“Way to ruin it.” She laughed.

I gently pulled her closer, “you see me as the dumb kid who broke his arm at your eighth birthday party, and the horrible friend who spilled punch on your prom dress, and the annoying son of bitch who always tries to force you to dance. You never see me as someone who’s untouchable,” I grab her hand and place it over my heart, “you always touch me.” She looked as if she lost her breath, eyes swirling with emotions. She carefully removed the hand that was over my heart and stood still for a second. She looked back up to me meticulously, “let’s get some air yeah?” I let my hand rest on the small of her back and nodded as she lead the way out, one step ahead of me. My heart was pounding in my chest.

I couldn’t be more grateful for the little piece of privacy that we had out here. The air had turned slightly cooler, and I could see her shiver a little, although she would never admit she’s cold. I shrugged my suit jacket off anyway as we walked along the outside of the barn. The sun was starting to go down and the chill in the air picked up. I wrapped my jacket around her shoulders, and used it to pull her in closer to me. 

She muttered a thanks and I sucked in a breath. Now or never Matt’s.

But she turned to me sharply, beating me to the punch, “you can’t just say stuff like that you know?” 

“Why not?” Her eyes met mine and the wary look on her face told me what I needed to know. I know what she’s thinking. And she means more to me than anyone. She must know that. She has too.

“You could never get in the way of anything (Y/N).” I tucked a lone strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes sparkled and flickered up to mine. “It doesn’t bother me because I don’t want just any girl.” I toe around the subject, hoping she can figure it out before I have to say it outright.

“Well, what do you want Aus?” I want you. Don’t make me say it. Don’t make me ruin a good thing (Y/N). I don’t want to lose us.

My eyes flicker down to her lips. I close my eyes and lean in a little, nudging her nose with my own. Slowly but surely closing the gap between us. I could feel the electricity radiating off her, our lips barely touching before I heard a voice coming from the door. We broke apart, wide eyed, hearts racing, both looking to see who joined us outside.

Kappy looked drunk. And Paige looked like she was dying from laughter. They spotted us and made their way over. I looked back at (Y/N), her cheeks flushed and managing to look anywhere but me, although my arm was still wrapped around her. She leaned into my touch as they approached.

“Youuuuu guyssss.” Kap slurred and Paige just seemed to notice the position we were in.

“Uh Kappy needed some air, but I see you guys did too.” She grabbed his hand and tried to lean him into her for leverage. “We’ll just let you guys have some privacy.”

(Y/N) turned her face into my shoulder as Paige tried to shove Kappy back into the reception. I looked down to her and laughed. She did too, bringing her face out of my shoulder. I would’ve tried to recreate the moment but it seemed like it was lost as she grabbed my hand and tugged me back inside. “C’mon Aus, we should get back.” And I had no choice but to follow.

[sukunasxsub]

Hero

Monsta x

Changkyun

Monsta x Changkyun

Hero.

I’m in the club as I dance in my skin tight black laced corset dress. My stilettos clicked and spun as I raised my arms in the air. The music was loud and upbeat. Many male hands ran down my body as I grinder against others bodies.

I opened my eyes and breathed in the smell of cologne and perfume in the clubs air. I came to this club tonight to escape the stress of my life. Bills and school. My parents, and everyone around me. I needed to be alone I needed to express my heart out. Here.

I look straight ahead to see a man. His hair perfectly styled in fluff and silk. The color of auburn and brown. His left eyebrow had a piercing.

He caught my stare and locked eyes with mine. His drink in his hand as he held it with the tips of his fingers and his index finger glides across the top. Tapping at the class with a soft smile. He looked back at the bartender and then turned and stood up and walked out of the club.

I started to feel drained and I needed fresh air. I didn’t follow him. I went the opposite direction. Towards the front club doors.

I walked to the side of the building and leaned against the brick wall. I took out my phone and checked my social media. A few text from my parents.

“Where are you? You were supposed to meet your arranged fiancé an hour ago! Y/n!! Don’t duck this company up for us!” I sighed and put my phone back in my pocket.

Suddenly a push came to an impact of my body. I groaned as a man a foot taller than me and kinda big in muscle held me against the brick. The smell of hard liquor came upon his breathe as he breathed against my face.

Fear held in my heart as I couldn’t move. Yes I was intoxicated but I knew where I was and whom I’m with.

This man was the director of the company I’m supposed to be getting married to.

“Well well we’ll, if it isn’t the little princess of the (your last name).” The man said.

“L-let me go, junho!” I grit my teeth.

He places his knee inbetween my legs and wraps his arm around my hip as the other one places his hand against my throat.

He kissed me forcibly and I tried to push him off me but he just wouldn’t budge. I tried to kick and scream towards him but his lips were pressed against mine so hard I couldn’t move. He pulled my curls and gripped my hair tangled into his fingers. He finally let me go and I screamed. As soon as I screamed he slammed my head against the brick wall.

My vision got blurry and I saw nothing but darkness.

Changkyuns pov.

The woman I stared at most the night caught my attention. Her body moved to the beat as my heart beat went crazy for her. I just broke with my ex to get married to a woman I don’t even know. My father has embedded me with a woman to enhance our company. I don’t give a rats ass about my fathers company.

I couldn’t breathe in this club. I had to leave. I walked out of the club and took a smoke out. I started to puff a few times but before I could even get half way through my cigarette I heard a scream of a young woman. I dropped my cigarette and put it out with my shoe.

“It’s probably another piece of shit drunk trying to hurt a woman.” I sighed and walked around the corner. I couldn’t see who the woman was but after the girl screamed the man slammed her against the wall. My anger boiled. I grabbed the man by the shoulder and swung my fist into his face. He stumbled to the ground.

“What the fuck!” He looked up at me.

“Ohh shit... junho? My fathers assistant?” I smirk at the sudden realization of who the man was. My fathers assistant. Who I truly hate because he wants to take over my fathers company and replace my mother.

“ Changkyun?! Wh-what are you doing here?!” His eyes widen in fear and shock.

I kneel down on my knee as grab him by the throat. I point to the girl who lied on the floor. I looked at her. My eyes widen. The girl I was feeling for.

I turn and glare at him and slam his head back against the ground. He yelled in pain.

“What the fuck is wrong with you??” I ask.

“How dare you even lie any hands on any woman?! Especially the woman who I kinda thought was beautiful!” I turned to him as I squeezed his neck tightly.

He choked and tried to grab at me.

I slammed him against the ground again and again.

A hand softly touched my shoulder. I froze. Junho unconscious.

“P-please don’t kill him.” The softest angelic voice barely audible whispered.

I turned around softly and gently as I lifted my hands up softly. My face soft and gentle. I slowly rise on my feet.

“T-thank you for saving me. I think he got it much worse than me though.” The softest smile spread upon her lips as I gulped. Wow. What a beautiful woman. “You’re welcome, no man should ever treat a lady as your self with such aggression like that.” I say.

“Y/n, nice to meet you.” She holds out her hand and I softly take it in mine and gently kiss the back of her hand.

“Changkyun. What are you doing out so late anyway with no friends?” I ask as I gently guide her back to my car. “May I have the decency to take you home my lady?” I open the passenger door for her.

She smiles and nods and I grab her hand softly and said “hold on one second.”

I took of my leather jacket and placed it around her shoulders.

A soft rose pink brushed across her cheeks. I felt my face heat up. I coughed and walked away before she could see my embarrassment. I got into the car as she did too.

“Well thank you again, well to answer your questions. My parents have arranged me a marriage to a company of entertainment industry fro a ceo son in order to share our stocks for our news paper industry, and I just can’t afford to be married right now. Especially with someone I don’t know. Ok I’m school and I work too. I don’t want to be apart of the company. I want to model and become an idol.” In the end of her sentence she kinda of mumbled what she wanted. She looked down at her. Hands and sighed.

My heart dropped. Was this the woman I was suppose to wedlock? It can’t be.

“You don’t happen to be into wedlock with a man named Daniel im do you?” I gulped.

Her eyes widened surprised. “Yes. How did you know that?” She asked.

“O-oh I have just heard of the ceos son coming to marriage in the next couple days. I work at that company.” I lied. I looked away and she gave me her address and started to drive her home.

“Annnd I may or may not be Daniel Im.” I cough and smile apologetically at her as we pulled up to her driveway.

Her jaw dropped and stared at me. I cough and clear my throat. She softly whispers “y-you’re Daniel? Like my arranged marriage? No way.” She says and shakes her head in disbelief. In denial she says “There is no way. You were supposed to be at the dinner restaurant about an hour ago.” I roll my eyes.

“Well apparently so were you but look at that we both decided to escape our world and meet somewhere else.” I wink at her and she scoffed and rolled those beautiful (your color eyes) at me. My lip curled to the side and she stopped moving. She stared at me in awe.

“If you don’t close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” I say and tip her chin back up with my index and middle finger. She gulps and a rose pink shade forms on her chunky cheeks. I chuckle and step out of the car.

I rush over to the side and help her out. She steps out fo the car and suddenly falls against my chest. I caught her in my arms. “Woah...” she rushes to stand up straight but doesn’t succeed. “I’m sorry, I still feel a little dizzy.” She quietly says and looks down at the ground. My hands tightly hold her waist so she doesnt fall to the ground.

“Here let’s get you inside. Would you like me to stay with you?” I ask concerned for her health.

She softly raised her hand with a shake. “No no, I’ll be ok as soon as I hit the bed.” She says and softly chuckled. I look at her in concern. I walk her to the door. She searched for her keys and frustratingly searched her black purse. I turned the knob of the door and it opened. She stopped in her tracks and look up. She looked at me in the most adorable silly way.

Suddenly she goes to fall in front of me. I caught her by the arm and waist. Her head hung over her body. I panic a bit and lifted her off the ground. My arms holding her under her legs and her shoulders.

I walk inside her house carrying her to the only bedroom I see. I set her agains the top of the bed and she sinks comfortably. I try to release her from my arms but she suddenly grabbed the hem of the bottom of my blouse tux.

“You are welcome to stay since it is late and I owe you.” She softly whispers with her eyes that sparkle. I sigh and kneel on my knees to look better at her. She softly smiles and closes her eyes. Her face so beautifully structured. Her skin of porcelain her hair of soft strands. I stared at her for the longest time. Like the world stopped.

She still had a hold of me. I unbuttoned my short and kept my pants on. I realized we accidentally kept our shoes on. I slipped them off and tucked them under her bed. I unbuckled her heel around her ankle and slid her heels off carefully not to wake her. She stirred for a second and before I could lie on the ground she pulled me closer. I froze as my body landed hovering over her. I gulped.

I lean softly down and press my lips against her warm, cherry tasting ones.

I deepened the kiss. I felt movement under my lips as she smiled.

I pulled back shocked and afraid.

“I-I’m so sorry.” I coughed and choked out the words.

“Don’t be. I owe my hero my heart and soul.” She wraps her arms around my neck and brings me down leaning my lips against hers again. This time I climb better over her and lean my body against hers gently. My hands roam her sides and plays with the fabric of her dress. I groan against her lips loving the feeling of hers.

She smiles in the kiss and I push up not to far from her tho.

“I’ll protect you so no one ever sees you.

You’re so beautiful that I have many enemies. It’s like a game to protect the princess. Don’t worry I’m your only man and you are now my soon to be wife.” I say as I kiss her again. And she brings me closer than before and nods.

[bouttogolinkurbitch]

Love Scary: Grayson Dolan

Reverse Scary Love (all credits go to the queen @rockstardolan if you somehow haven’t read the og Scary Love, read this lmao and then go peep her masterlist. Might as well read my bullshit while you’re here <3) this is a huge fucking deal for me because I love Luna and her writing with my whole heart.

Okay so in the original Scary Love, Grayson has blond hair, the razored brow, and the nose ring-but it’s reverse so Y/N has all that. For Grayson, instead just picture ‘No Shave November Gray’ with his dark ass hair that literally makes a bitch drip🤤👀

Warnings: cheating and an abusive relationship between Gray and his girlfriend

Sorry for errors ;))

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@kara-dolan

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I DONT WRITE SMUT OKAY SO I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW BAD THIS IS PLEAAAASE IM SORRY

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"You lost the bet." Jessica chided as I looked at her. She smirked and cracked her knuckles, "And luckily for you, my mom can call some people from the salon, have them come and do everything, and then we're good." She shrugged her shoulders- as if everything she just said wasn't impossible. I scoffed as I paged through the shirts that hung in my closet, "So you expect me to dye my hair, pierce my fucking nose, razor my brow, and try to get in Grayson Dolan's pants all in the span of forty eight hours?" Jess gave me a devilish smirk and I felt my heart plummet into my stomach.

I winced as the needle went through my nose before I was patted on the shoulder. "Take care of it by cleaning it with this." I was handed a bottle of sanitizer. I carried it to the chair where I sat and got my brow razored. Jessica watched with her phone on me as she recorded our adventure. "I want to cry! This bleach is going to ruin my hair." I whined and Jess rolled her eyes. "It actually looks really good. Maybe put it in waves?" I shook my hand through it and I looked at her through the mirror, "Fuck you."

Grayson Dolan has been my crush since the eighth grade. Ever since elementary school when kids had picked on me and Jess, which led Jess and I to have an unbreakable bond, the two stood up for us when no one else would. Two of the kindest souls in our school, the twins, never stopped being nice to us. I had been teased up until the seventh grade when Grayson established we were friends. Ethan blindly tagged along with our banter, and for a bit it was us against the world. Then freshman year hit, the boys got into sports, and suddenly I was a nobody again.

Grayson had even found love, Chelsea Reynolds. All star cheerleader, captain of the volleyball team, and Grayson's loyal girlfriend. They were like peanut butter and jelly to outsiders looking in, but I knew it wasn't as it seemed. Grayson never looked happy anymore. There's only so many football, wrestling, and lacrosse trophies you could win to fill the void. Grayson needed something new, probably wanted something new, and definitely had lust for someone new. I was determined to make that someone me.

Walking into the party with Jess at my side, we had accumulated quiet the crowd. From across the room Scott yelled, "Nice look, Y/N! You look hot!" Many drunken cheers were followed and I sent him a wink before my eyes zeroed in on Grayson. To his side stood his lovely girl, she was chatting idly to Ashlynn. He looked bored and tired, but I had something in mind that could wake him up.

As the party dragged on, Chelsea drank more, and soon she was on jelly like legs. I was standing with a beer in hand, not really drinking as it wasn't something I enjoyed, when I saw it happen. She had bumped into Grayson and he spilled the tray of veggies he was carrying to the kitchen. She stilled and he looked down before he got on the floor to clean it up. She shoved his head hard with her hand before her whiny, shrill voice sounded, "Watch where you're going, dumbass." I glided through the sea of bodies before I was down next to Grayson, scooping up the mess.

"Y/N, you don't have to." I ignored him and threw a carrot onto the platter. His hand came around my wrist, his grip was so soft and gentle, I stilled. When our eyes met he looked defeated, "You don't have to help me. It's my mess to take care of." I shook my head, "Nah, Gray. She's the mess you should be taking care of." He got quiet after my comment and soon the floor was clean. His eyes danced up and down my body before he turned on his heel and left me, my mouth opening slightly like a fish.

Jessica was drinking happily next to me as I listened to the music. "Y/N look." She slurred and my eyes shifted to see Grayson in the corner with Chelsea's paws scrambling up his chest and into his hair, all the while he held a pained expression upon his chiseled and perfect features. I sat the full beer I still hadn't drank on the mantle before I walked over. As I approached, I heard Grayson trying to defuse her ever growing temper, "No, Chels. I don't want to right now." She pouted and dragged her hand down his solid chest. He tried to catch her wrist, but her opposite hand dug into his forearm.

I pulled her arm back and she looked at me, "Can you not fucking hear? Get off of him." She scoffed and stumbled, taking a hold of Grayson for support. "And who the fuck do you think you are?" My brows raised and I tipped my head to the side, "I'm the girl who's gonna kick your ass if you don't lay off. No means no." My arms folded across my chest and I looked down at her. She clenched her fists at her side, "You're just mad Grayson fucks me at night. Grayson is my man, and I know you've been jealous sin-" But I didn't let her finish.

Instead my mind went into autopilot, and soon my fist was connecting with her cheek. She fell abruptly and Grayson looked as if he was going to console her, that is until I laid my hand on his arm. He froze and he watched as I crouched next to her, "Don't ever fucking talk to me like that again. Or I will not stop." I seethed, and she nodded. I'm sure she didn't truly understand, but even a drunk person knows when the fight has ended and the dust has settled.

After the scuffle, many guess started to leave. Ashlynn had dragged Chelsea home long ago. Jessica left me to go get more wine and head over to her boyfriend's house. Grayson was picking up red solo cups when I walked back in. "You didn't have to do that." Grayson's low voice rumbled behind me as I picked up the trash bag Ethan had been using, he left to go throw up and pass out in his room.

I threw some paper plates in the bag and I looked up, "I needed to." His killer watt smile flashed a fraction before he bit his lip. "She doesn't make you happy, Gray." Grayson's eyes shifted from me to the floor, "Not used to you calling me that again." That hurt but I sighed. "She doesn't love you like I could." At this our eyes met again and he damn near dropped the trash bag he kept in a vice grip. I had to swallow the thought of his thick hand around my throat. Tonight was about him, even if he didn't know that yet.

I dropped the bag to the floor and stepped over the rubble. My heels clicked against the wood floors until I was directly in front of Grayson. "Let me love you Grayson. Let me show you what it's like to feel." My hand slid across the warm expanse of chest that was covered in a gentle cotton, long sleeve shirt. His jeans had hugged his thighs and hips dangerously, and the boots he wore made him look rugged and sexy. I felt his heart rate quicken under my palm and I smiled, "You nervous, Gray?" Grayson's Adam's apple bobbed and I smirked.

I pulled him to the counter and I sighed, "You know, I don't think I ate enough at the party. Think I could catch a meal?" I asked as I leaned closer to his neck, my lips centimeters from his skin. "Tell me what you want, baby." The word baby seemed to flip a switch in him because suddenly everything on the island was pushed to the floor and he was sitting up on the granite top. I let my hands rest on his thighs, before I squeezed gently. "Want you to ride my thigh." Grayson gravelly tone made me clench my legs. "Heels on or off, Grayson?" I asked and his dark eyes finally met mine. "Heels on, skirt over your cheeks, panties around your ankles, and if you're wearing a bra, I will fucking ruin you." I bit my lip as I slid the skirt of my dress on my hips, "I like the sound of that."

I climbed on top of him and soon my mouth was pressed to his in a firm kiss. His hand cradled my ass as I sat up slightly. My shaky hands ran under his shirt before I lifted it over his head and threw it behind me. I left open mouthed kissed down his neck and jaw, all the way on to his chest. Half way through my exploration, I dipped my tongue against his skin and I sucked. "Oh fuck. Y/N, please." I sat up and smiled, "I like when you beg, Grayson." His thick lower lip was trapped between his teeth as I kissed his neck. My teeth grazed his skin and I felt him swell against my stomach. "Need you on my thigh."

I turned myself on his chest before I undid his belt and jeans. He lifted himself up as I pulled the tight jeans down to pool at his ankles. I let my panties drop and I stepped out of them before I got back up next to him. I swung my leg over his, and I hovered over his tatted thigh. When I finally made contact with his hot skin, I whined. My nails dug into the expanse of his hip as I let my jaw drop. His leg started to shake and I cried out before I leaned my cheek against his stomach. "Please, Gray." I felt his hands in my hair and I breathed heavily as I moved against his pulsating leg.

I let my eyes roll back and I whimpered before I slid back against his thigh. His legs hairs prickled my heated flesh, but it added to the sensation, and soon I was coming undone above Grayson. His own eyes lulled as I tried to regain my vision. "Fuck me please, Y/N." I moved onto his hips and I leaned down, connecting our lips. As we kissed, I dipped my fingers between my folds and I smirked slightly, "Wanna taste?" He nodded eagerly and whined as I pushed my two fingers into his mouth. His lips sucked around the pads of my fingers before he let them go with a pop. "Taste so fucking sweet." I smiled and kissed him, trying to taste a hint of myself, and I did. When I pulled back, I let my nose bump his, and our eyes locked. "Would you like to taste more?" Grayson nodded frantically and almost whimpered as I shifted myself above his waiting tongue.

I felt his lips wrap around my own and he sucked hard against my skin. I let my palms rest against the counter top as he started to slurp against my heat. "Fuck Gray." I whined as I moved my hips back. His tongue came to a point and ran over my clit, soon I felt him slide two fingers in. "Come on, babe." Grayson teased as he coaxed a reaction from me. I let my jaw fall open as I clenched my eyes, "Fuck!" The vibrations from his laugh made me moan and drag my hand through his hair. His hands came around my cheeks and he squeezed. His nails dug into my skin and I whimpered as he lapped at me more.

When I finally came for the second time, he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me there. "Gonna lick you bone dry." He muttered before I felt his tongue dip into my hole. I whimpered as I rocked back against his waiting tongue. "Please, Gray. Don't fucking stop!" I yelped. As he continued to toy with my clit, I lifted my dress off my body and I threw it to the floor. He moaned against me and I let my jaw drop as I moved my hips against his tongue. When I was about to fall apart again, his languid tongue and lips being the only thing holding me together, he stopped. "What did I say about that fucking bra?" Grayson’s hand was pressed to my spine and I yelped as he turned us quickly.

I felt the cool granite against my skin as he mounted himself above me. My eyebrows scrunched and I pouted. He was about to speak but I silenced him with my palm against his dick. "You know, Grayson, the entire experience was for me to treat you. I don't get punished." I squeezed my hand and his eyes rolled back. "Fine but let's change it up, princess." I was suddenly pressed chest to chest, my lips connecting with his own. I let them drag down his neck and go his prominent collarbones.

Grayson sat down on the couch and laid back, keeping my legs on his hips. He unhooked the bra and threw it back towards the kitchen, "Picture fucking perfect." I quirked my brow before I ran my hand up his chest, to the base of his neck. "How does this make you feel, babe?" I whispered as I started to apply pressure to his thick neck. His eyelashes fluttered as he ran his hands up my thighs.

I kept my hand on his neck as I moved up so he could slide inside of me. His breathy moans made my walls clench, and I started to move gently. His nails bit into the soft skin of my hip as I rocked. "Y/N, princess, fuck me or so help me." I raised my brows as I squeezed his neck firmly, "So help you what Grayson? You're not in control tonight." His dark eyes held mischief as he pushed himself up into me. I bit my lip and I breathed hard through my nose. "Stop, Grayson. Let me make you feel good." He shook his head and rolled us over.

With his arms beside my head, he started to set a much faster pace. I wrapped my legs tight around his hips and back, drawing him closer to me. "Fuck, Grayson, please." I choked out as I dragged my nails across the protruding muscles on his shoulder blades. His delicate lips came into contact with my neck as he bit harshly. "I don't like being weak, Y/N. And I'm just gonna have to fuck you until you remember that." I whined as he started to suck against my hardened nipple. "Every single part of you, mine." He all but growled and I nodded.

My hands squeezed his biceps, "You're mine, Grayson. Chelsea will just have to learn that I don't share." I spat as I rolled us over on the cushions. I pressed my palms to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat under my palm, as I started to bounce on his dick. He leaned his head back against the cushion, opening his neck to me. I peppered his skin in heavy breathed kisses as he started to fidget. "Gonna bust, princess. Where do you want me?" I let my lips fall open against his neck before I breathed out, "Inside, please." He nodded and I felt his taught abs tighten under my hands. The warmth that spread between us triggered my own reaction, and soon I was shaking above him.

I was lifted off his dick before I laid down on his chest to catch my breath. Once we regrouped, I walked back to the kitchen to collect my clothes. Grayson stood at the end of his couch, his lower half wrapped in a throw blanket like a towel. I looked over to the counter where I threw my dress, and next to the discarded clothing item, his phone sat. My eyes scanned his screen just in time to see it light up.

Missed call from Chels 💕

[imjustabore]

50 Facts About MEEE

1. My favorite holiday is probably halloween because, first off all you can be whatever you want and secondly you have an excuse to eat candy, I do like Christmas too, but I don’t like the weeks leading up to Christmas because everyones so stressed out

2.I love anything chocolate

3. I have such a phobia against moths, I don’t know if anyone else has this fear, but every time I see moth I flip out.

4. My longest playlist is 641 songs long

5. I wouldn’t consider myself an introvert or an extrovert, I think i’m right in the middle because I absolutely love talking to people and making new people, but thats not necessarily how I get my energy, I always need to recharge alone and the most relaxing place to do that is just writing alone in my room

6. I hate big and loud crowds of people, I can’t stand parties because there just to many people yelling

7. Yet I wanna live in the city when I get older

8. I love waking up early, I normally wake up at 6:30-7:00am on the weekends, just because I'm excited for the day ahead

9. I think horoscopes are complete bullshit, but there still fun to read tho

10. My favorite bands and singers at the moment are Weezer, Panic at the Disco, Teagan and Sara, Marina and the Diamonds,Green Day, Pink Floyd, and Florence + the Machine.

11. I’m really small for my age, I’m 16 and only 4’11

12. I’m not really athletic, I like to play tennis butI don't play for my school(it was too much of a commitment) I do a ton of clubs(10 to be more specific) at my school and love to sing and do theatre

13. I wanna double major in psychology and history for college

14. I get pissed off the most by people who think are the shit when in reality there just like everybody else

15. I’m an only child

16. I currently identify as pansexual because I could literally careless about what gender you are, just be a nice person and I’ll consider dating you

17. I don’t really want many tattoos, I just want one simple tattoo on my ankle. preferably something that symbolizes something important, because if my tattoo is something stupid or meaningless, I’ll end up regretting it 10 years down the road

18. I was born at 9:56pm in a thunderstorm

19. The first thing I notice in a person is there smile

20. I hardly use sarcasm,(at least around people I don’t know that well) I’m scared that people will think I’m being serious

21. I feel like the hype over meeting celebrities are highly overrated, like just think of it this way, Celebrities are just like anyone else, except for the fact that they happen to have a passion for(music, theatre, a certain sport, being rich etc) and I know that its really cool to meet a celebrity up close at a concert or a meet and greet, but I do not think it worth spending thousands of dollars on a front row seat at a concert.

22. I’m a Slytherin

23. For some reason I get super uncomfortable with up close eye contact, unless if im super close to you. So sometimes when you talk to me,I don’t look you straight in the eye just cause its so awkward

24. I did 6 years of dance as a kid, but I didn’t like wearing tights and the fact that rehearsals were on Fridays so I quit

25. I absolutely love fall, its not to hot and not too cold.Like all of my favorite holidays are on the horizon. Apple cider dounts are back in season(which by the way are amazing) and the foliage is gorgeous. Whats not to love about fall?

26. I’ve really never dated anyone before, I’ve been on dates with people but they never end up working out and either them or me end the relationship before it can get too serious

27. I do have other forms of social media(not naming them here) but I really wish I didn’t, I want to focus on writing, singing or talking to my family instead of what Tiffany posted on snapchat or how many likes I got on this photo and comparing myself to other people who seem to have better life then me.

28. I’m extremely quiet in class, I’m not really that social because people are rude and judgmental and im scared people would make fun of me if I say the wrong thing, So i’d just rather hang out in my small group of friends

29. My favorite musicals are probably Fun Home, Dear Evan Hansen and Next to Normal

30. I love anything that has a ton of carbs in it, BRING ON THE PASTA, BAGALS AND BREAD PLEASEE

31. I hate a lot of foods that people are kinda obsessed with I hate fast food cause it makes me feel gross afterwards, I hate juice and soda(I don’t know how people like the taste of them), and I don’t get the hype over Nutella(bread tastes better with butter)

32. I love all types of music except country

33. My friend and I wrote cliche high school romance story on wattpad thats like 2 chapters, I wrote the plot and she helped with my grammar but I ended up getting bored on it so we quit. Its still on my account if you wanna check it out(im warning you its trash thoo)

34. I started a creative writing club at my school for like 6 months but then the teacher that ran it ended up telling us she couldn’t do it anymore.

35. Im terrible in high pressure situations, like for example studying for a big test

36. I have naturally curly hair, but I straighten it everyday

37. I have a small birthmark on my back that looks like a heart

38. If I do have kids, I only want one, cause giving birth aint fun

39. My lucky number is 12... why?? Absolutely no idea

40. I wouldn’t consider my style girly or tomboyish..i sorta just wear what I want. I sometime like wearing a flannel, khakis and a snapback and sometimes I feel like wearing a dress, heels and a ton of makeup. It just depends on the day

41. If I had to have a dream job and I would wanna be a singer. I would wanna be a combination of Billy Joel and Amy Winehouse(without the drugs) and be a soulful singer who writes relatable songs about deep stuff with a catchy piano tune in the background

42. I love Ben and Jerrys. My favorite pint is probably Phish Food(which is chocolate ice cream with marshmallow and caramel swirls) or Cookie Dough(they’re ice cream actually has cookie dough in it!!!!!) I would love to work there cause I love ice cream but I think the closet one to my house is like 30 miles away:(

43. I hate needles, its to the point that were if I'm told I have to get a shot or draw blood i burst into tears.

44. I only drink water and tea... every other drink is gross

45. I can’t cook for my life. The first time I tried to cook. I tried to cook a grilled cheese when I was like 11 and home alone. I didn’t know how to use the stove because my parents thought i’d do something stupid and get myself hurt. So I decide to see if i could toast my grilled cheese in the toaster(which was horizontal btw) and the cheese melted and broke the toaster...whoops

46. I tried to play basketball once in the 4th grade, but then i cried when this girl yelled at me for being afraid of the ball and from that day forward I vowed to never play basketball again.

47. I have a tendency to make stupid choices without thinking them through. Its almost like that part of my brain thats like “is this a good idea to say/do” is gone and I just be what I think is the best within the moment

48. My hand writing is terrible, my teachers, parents and classmates always complain about how unreadable my unwriting is.

49. I play the piano and a little bit of drums

50. Im tired and want to sleep

[softstraykidsimagines]

Dance Teacher

Summary: Hyunjin tries to teach you to dance.

Requested: yes

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: FLUUUFFF

Format: I’m switching things up a bit and doing bulletpoint ooo look at me all creative lmao

Word Count: 958

Warnings: cursing (I mean I curse in every sentence I make so actuality it’s quite normal lol) and description of injury

A/N: I wanted to do this in bulletpoint to make it more fast moving lol I have no idea how that worked out but ye. Also, this is inspired by a past experience of mine which is still a painful memory so I’m letting off some steam.

We all know that Hyunjin is an amazing dancer

Smooth movement, perfect rhythm, the whole lot

It was astonishing to you how someone as brilliant at dance like him

Could fall for such a clutz with two left feet

We’re talking about you btw

You watched him dancing to his favorite songs, or practicing one of the choreos that Stray Kids perform

Or when he even tried to learn new dances from other groups for fun

While you? HA

You’d tried dancing once or twice in the past

But it had always ended up with your ass on the floor

So you avoided the sport like the plague

But that became difficult when you watched Hyunjin practice because

He iS So GooD AT DANciNG?? How can you not watch him???

So you were already expecting it when one day, he took a break from his choreo

And turned to you as you observed patiently

“Come dance with me!” He offered. or more like ordered

“AHAHH NO”, you immediately said. “I can’t dance”.

“I know you’ve said that before, but come on I can teach you!” He was really gonna try to convince you huh?

You sigh. What am I getting myself into now? “Alright, you can try to teach me...”

You both stand next to each other in front of the mirror.

“Okay, so you need to move you foot back like this. Then step onto the left... onto your heel... and... pivot!” He demonstrated very slowly, so that you could see in detail exactly what he was doing.

That is very complicated

“Nah it’s fine”, Hyunjin smiled. “You just need to practice bit by bit”.

I guess I said that out loud

He held onto you gently. “Put your foot here.... then.... to the left.... and you... pivot.” He guides you carefully through the steps until you had done a slow motion version of what he’d first produced. “Got it?”

“Umm... I think so...” you felt weird trying to copy what he’d done so perfectly. You felt a bit like a flailing chicken.

You started the move again, this time feeling a little less off balance.

“There you go, that’s good”, Hyunjin encouraged.

You repeated the steps over and over, and soon found yourself speeding up

“Woah, hang on, not too quickly, or you might—“

CRACK

You felt your shin light up with pain as you poorly placed on of the steps, the pain shooting up your leg like lightning

Your knee gave way and before you could fully process what had happened, you found yourself on the floor, holding your ankle

“Y/n! Are you ok? Hey, answer me!” Hyunjin looked at you with wide and worried eyes.

You gritted your teeth together. What the fuck did I just do? Was all that was going through your mind

“Arrghhhh....” you groan. “Fuck, that hurt”. You held onto your shin tightly, felling it growing warmer. “Fuck, fuck! That really hurt!” You didn’t really want to curse but you were in too much of a shock to care

Hyunjin jumped up and grabbed some ice from the med kit. He ran back and placed the ice, wrapped in fabric, over your throbbing ankle. You winced as the cold sent another shock up your leg

“Im sorry”, Hyunjin said quietly, his voice shaking. “I shouldn’t have tried to teach you something that difficult so quickly”.

“No, it’s my fault”, you responded gently, still clenching your jaw. “I was getting too confident too fast. I shouldn’t have jumped ahead like that”.

Hyunjin avoided your eye as he inspected your ankle, poking it gently and checking the movement

“It’s just a light twist”, he sighs with relief.

“Which means...?”

“It means that you’ll be able to walk normally within the next 24 hours, and you’ll be running as if nothing happened in 48”.

“Oh shit”, you stared at him. You had no idea that he knew about injuries in dance. All the better now, right

You started laughing with relief. “It must be a curse: every time I dance, I fall. It’s just never gotten this bad”

Hyunjin chuckled as well. “I guess I’m not qualified to teach dance yet, am I?”

“I suppose no— WAIT WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS?” You weren’t in shock anymore, and you’d only just realized that your boyfriend was sitting in front of you, completely bare-chested!

Hyunjin’s cheeks turned bright pink. “I had to wrap the ice in fabric, there was nothing else”. He looked at you sheepishly.

You giggled. “Well, put your shirt back on, mister”.

“I can’t, it’s all cold from the ice”, he protested

“Too bad for you”, you countered. “You decided to use your shirt as a cover for the ice, now suffer the consequences. Now hurry up! You’re distracting me!”

He cocked his eyebrow. “How am I distracting you”, he asked, smirking

You started blushing even more. Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything! “Umm— just— yo— JUST PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON!” You covered your face in your hands, not wanting to show just how embarrassed you were.

Hyunjin threw his shirt back on, shivering from how cold the fabric was. He offered you a hand. “Come on, I think we’re done for today”.

You gladly took it, and leant on him to walk around. He looked at you thoughtfully

“You know, it’s a rather long walk back to the dorms”, he said cheekily

“It’s not that long”. You weren’t taking the hint.

“But with a bad foot, you can’t walk that well”, he continued. “Maybe you should get a piggy back to the dorms?” He asked innocently

You laughed. “Alright, if you want! But don’t complain if you get tired!”

So Hyunjin was your personal taxi back to the dorms that night, and you promised yourself to never try such a complicated move so quickly like that again.

Heheh this was super fun to write. Do be careful while learning new dances, everyone :)

[dogfatherpads]

Im not Her (JamesxReader) Pt.1

requested: kind of? someone asked something about James using the reader as a crutch when shit doesn’t work with Lily and it triggered this writing

warnings: angst, cursing, hints of sex

word count: 2.2k

*gif’s not mine*

Falling for him was easy.

Potions was spent passing notes while you muffled your giggles. Charms with his fingers intertwined with yours, your head rested on his shoulder. Dinner was spent discussing Quidditch teams and players or new pranks he was excited about. The chilly evenings were spent on the common room couch, his body draped over yours, his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair and he talked to you about his family or things that were troubling him. 

The nights were spent in his bed, you in one of his old jerseys or sweaters, his fingers tracing patterns along your hip as he talked about things he’d never told anybody else. You spilled your secrets not even your sister knew, those beautiful hazel eyes never once sharing a judgmental stare. He knew you like the back of his hand. He was your best friend. 

He’d recently become fond of platonic kisses. Kisses on your forehead that set butterflies off in your stomach and chest. Kisses on your cheek that made you blush furiously, causing him to smile brightly. “Cute,” he’d brush his fingers softly along your face. 

But they didn’t even compare to the short brush of his lips against yours. They always lasted a second and left you flustered and desperate for more. He’d grin stupidly and say he’d see you later and leave you standing there with your eyes glazed over until you came to your senses. He was driving you mad.

And you were completely and irrevocably in love with him.

But that didn’t matter. Because soon enough, she was all he could talk about. Fewer and fewer nights were spent in his bed until they stopped all together. You’d traded your seat beside his for one next to Moony, holding his hand and resting your head against his shoulder instead. 

“It’s your own bloody fault i hope you know,” Remus had shaken his head as you watched James and Lily walk into class together, “You should have told him what you felt when you had the chance.”

“Moony please… don’t scold me now.. i can’t handle it,” you sighed and he frowned, pulling you in and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Lets get to Potions yeah? Sirius knows the drill, you can sit with me and he’ll sit with James, keep him entertained with Quidditch or whatever,” he took your hand and you nodded, following him into class.

You were beginning to feel bad for Remus. You followed him everywhere and avoided James like the plague. 

“You’d tell me if i was irritating you right?” 

“Y/n your constant asking of that question is irritating me. I’m happy for the company. I can never get those idiots in here for more than an hour.”

“You’re really great to be around Moony… and that’s why you’ll agree to be my date to the bar tonight,” you grinned widely, batting your eyelashes when his eyes narrowed.

“Flattery will get you no where,” he shut the book he was reading and placed it back on the shelf, reaching for another one. You took advantage of this momentary distraction to wrap your arms around his waist, nearly knocking him over.

“Please Moony, please! I don’t want to run into James while he gushes over Lily and Sirius is just gonna ditch me as soon as some pretty girl walks along. Please!”

“What bar are you talking about? The Three Broomsticks?”

“No.. everyone was talking about… sneaking off to the neighboring village…”

“You’re crazy,” he shook his head and you pouted. 

“I’ll buy you chocolate….” he huffed and you grinned when he finally rolled his eyes and nodded. 

“Alright! But I’m not dancing.”

******

You leaned into your mirror, brushing your hair out of your face before applying your lipstick. You stood back and smiled at your reflection. 

You looked good. 

It was a rare feeling with you to ever appreciate the way you looked but tonight you knew you’d turn heads. Not that any of them mattered if one particular head didn’t turn. You shook your head as if to clear the negative thought and smiled, smoothing out the front of your black dress. You loved the way it accentuated your curves and the length of your legs. A small knock on your door interrupted your dreams of being on the runway, “Come in!” 

“Ready?” He shut the door behind him. You turned to look at him, a blush creeping along his face when your eyes travelled down his body. 

His curls were combed neatly, some of them spilling onto his forehead in a fringe like manner. The top three buttons of his charcoal grey button down were worn undone and his sleeves rolled up his forearms. 

“Damn Moony, you look hot,” you grinned and he chuckled, a ghost of the blush still present on his face. 

“You’re looking pretty stunning yourself, y/n,” he smiled then immediately frowned, “you’re not ready? Come on, we’ll be late and there’ll be no point in going.”

“We might not leave the room at all,” you winked and he smirked.

“Stop flirting with me, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“I’m ready, just help me, knee highs or ankle boots.. heels?”

“Knee highs! Merlin, I always thought those were sexy.” You chuckled as he slumped on your bed and watched you pull on your boots. You pulled on your coat then took his hand, pulling him up and he stood beside you. You smiled, admiring your reflection. You glanced at your intertwined fingers and then back at him.

“We look hot.”

“Yes you do,” he lead you out of your dorm and out of the castle grounds. 

All eyes were immediately on you as you walked in. The girls, and some guys,  practically undressed Moony with their eyes. Despite all the jokes, he really did look great. You made your way to the bar with him and sat on a stool besides Sirius.

“Well hello you two. Aren’t you looking ravishing tonight,” he grinned as he passed you cups of punch, “can i take one of you home tonight?”

“Maybe if you’re lucky you can take us both home,” you winked and he chuckled. 

“I’ll take you up on that.” You started to loosen up with the drinks, Sirius had a brilliant talent of cheering anybody up. He could make a room of lethargic people laugh. You sighed happily, resting your head on Moony’s shoulder as you turned to face the dance floor. Your smile fell apart slowly when you saw them. 

He looked good. 

His usually messy hair was worn tousled, his glasses worn haphazardly low on the bridge of his nose. He wore a charcoal grey sweater that contrasted beautifully against his pale skin. He smiled a beautifully, amazingly happy smile at her and a frown etched itself along your face. 

“Come on,” Remus took your fourth cup, or was it your fifth? 

“Where we goin?” you stumbled when you hopped off the stool and he shook his head with a small chuckle. He lead you to the jukebox and put in a quarter, something slow starting up before he placed your hands on his shoulders and pulled you in. You grinned widely, feigning a dramatic gasp. “I thought you said you weren’t dancing?”

“Humor me,” he shrugged and you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“You’re really great for someone who doesn’t like to dance. Pretty light on your feet Mr. Lupin,” you said in your very best posh voice.

“Alright,” he rolled his eyes but the smile that spread across his face betrayed him. 

Across the room he huffed, watching as you two danced. It had been so sudden, the way you’d just started to disappear. Suddenly you were all about Moony, wearing his sweater instead of James’, sitting next to him in potions and holding his hand. 

“Hello? Are you even listening Potter?” Lily waved a hand in front of his face before following his gaze and shaking her head. “You’re a real git you know that? Maybe next time you’ll take the time to sort out your feelings before asking me out on a date, hmm?” she stood up irritatedly and stormed out. 

“Lils…” James called after her halfheartedly before turning back to the dance floor. What was wrong with him? He’d waited ages to date Lily… but being with her only seemed to remind him more of your absence and how… she wasn’t you. He stood and made his way towards the dance floor, clearing his throat loudly to catch Remus’ attention. “May i cut in?”

Remus turned to look at you, raising an eyebrow before you nodded. “I’ll be right over there if you need me,” he whispered before walking away. 

Your stomach dipped when he placed his hands on your hips and you cursed yourself internally for still allowing him to have that influence over you. 

“Hello stranger,” his smile was forced, his expression unreadable. 

“James,” you smiled softly and he sighed deeply.

“I’ve really missed you. Why did you disappear…. Just gone and replaced me with Moony?” 

You stopped cold as your smile fell, you stared at him incredulous, “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that…”

“You don’t like to hear the truth?” he asked bitterly, condescendingly. 

“You’re a real prick…” you whispered before turning towards the bar and grabbing your coat. “Don’t follow me,” you mumbled to Remus when he began to ask and rushed out of the bar. The cold didn’t phase you as you stormed back to the castle. You couldn’t believe him…. the audacity! the nerve of him! You dropped your coat on the sofa and slumped into it before the sound of the portrait swinging open interrupted you. You grabbed your coat and started towards the stairs before he caught your arm.

“Why? Why did you replace me?” you yanked your arm from his grip.

“You idiot!”

“You fancy him now? Hmm? Prefer him over me? Just tell me!”

“No!” you yelled over him, watching him visibly shrink as you advanced towards him. “He was being a good friend to me when I needed one! Did it never occur to you that you were hurting me by talking about her nonstop when I was in your bed? That all you did was gush about her while your head was on my chest? And then you’d kiss me or hold my hand in class and ditch me for her again. How could you be so selfish? You only thought about your own feelings not mine. I can’t keep doing this back and forth with you James, I’m not her, and i won’t allow you to keep hurting me with your indecision,” you shook your head, your voice growing quieter as tears sprung to your eyes and you lowered your gaze to the floor, “I didn’t replace anybody… you replaced me.”

A look of hurt marred his features when you brushed away your tears. You’d never talked to him about your feelings but they couldnt have been more obvious. He should have known you’d felt the same. He should have known what he was doing to you. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you happy, the way you make me happy. Seeing you with Moony,” he sighed and shook his head because he knew, “it really hurt because that used to be me. I love you,” he pressed his hands to your face to make you look at him, brushing your tears away with his thumbs before pressing his forehead to yours, “Im sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“You’re such an idiot,” you whispered, and he shut his eyes.

“I know,” and then his lips were on yours. It was more than you could have ever imagined. How long had you waited to hear those words? It wasn’t exactly ideal to have somebody confess their love to you through an apology, but you’d finally heard it. How long had you waited for him to properly kiss you? To have his fingers tangle in your hair as his tongue caress yours? You didn’t know but nothing in your wildest fantasies or imagination could have prepared you for the way he groaned against your lips as he lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist before carrying you to his dorm. 

*******

You woke to a stream of sunlight coming through the curtains of his fourposter bed. You turned to face him and his arms tightened around you, pulling you into his chest before he settled in again. You ran your fingers softly along a love bite on his chest, your cheeks coloring as memories of last night’s events came flooding back into your mind. The feel of his lips along your skin, not leaving an inch uncovered. His fingers bruising into your thighs and hips as he made love to you. The string of moans and profanities against your neck as he reached his release. You pressed your face into his chest, unable to contain the smile that spread across your face. 

“Good morning love,” he mumbled, his voice deep, thick with sleep. 

“Hi,” you turned to look at him and he smiled, removing a strand of hair from your face and placing it gently behind your ear. His fingers caressed your cheek softly and you sighed, leaning into his touch. He began to lean in when a knock at his door interrupted you. You moved off him and he pulled on his sweats, picking up an old t shirt before answering the door.

“Lily?” 

Alright whale there it is… emmm I think I’m gonna write a part two for this…. maybe let me know what you think… if ya like it. If ya do then def stay tuned for part two :)

[funkymeihem-fiction]

The A-Mei-Zing Outback Adventure- Chapter 20

The scene grew more chaotic the closer they got. There was the smell of oxidizing metal and circuitry all around them, acrid black smoke poisoning the air from things that were never supposed to be burned. It did nothing to dissuade the horde of junkers. Large chunks of hull and sentry turrets had already been cracked loose in the initial attack, and each chunk of ruin was swarming with men and women, ripping away whatever they thought could be scavenged or trying to fight whoever else got too close to their claims. There were also several bodies laying on either side of the road, but they lay mostly forgotten, save for an occasional figure scavenging the parts from them as well. Mei tried to see if the corpses were anyone from Overwatch, but they seemed to be junkers, taken out by the pulse turrets or (judging by one of the more decapitated ones) flying metal debris. She had never seen anything like this. For some reason they reminded her of insects, as though someone had foolishly disturbed an ant’s nest or a hornet’s hive. The junkers had no organization at all and attacked quickly, en masse, and without mercy. They swarmed over scrap like it was fresh meat. And the people around them were merely the stragglers, with the main pack still dogging the heels of the Orca ship as it steadily lost altitude. Roadhog blew past them, engine still roaring and tires kicking up red dust behind them. “Crikey, the whole fuckin’ outback’s showed up for this one!” Junkrat exclaimed, his grenade launcher at the ready as they passed by two junkers fighting viciously over a downed turret gun. “Bet there’s more on the way, too! Oi, I think I know that guy!” He pointed at the either unconscious or dead figure of another male junker on the ground as they sped by. “Well, I never liked him anyway.”

They rounded the bend of the shallow canyons, and were greeted with the almost impressive sight of the junkers in full force. Chaos was reigning. There were hundreds of them, jockeying for position as they pressed their attack. The vehicles they had cobbled together were less cars or trucks than they were monstrosities of war. Missile launchers had been tacked onto the beds of lorries and hover-cars carried men bristling with weapons, while jeeps equipped with spiked javelins and harpoons, laden with chains and ropes, dragged themselves in the sand in an attempt to hobble their prey. There were shields and spikes in abundance, war paint and decals and racing stripes, and a disturbing amount of effigies, strapped across them in a mish-mash of of leather straps and feathers and bones, animal and human alike. It was impressively tribal. The Orca was doing an adequate job of defending itself from the onslaught, at least, but it wouldn’t last. Turrets were firing from its bottom and shield generators struggled to keep up with the damage, but they could do little about the metal harpoons that were already scattered in its metal underbelly, dragging the attached junker vehicles along or entire sections of its metal armor coming loose and crashing to ground, to immediately be overrun and infested with the scrap hunters. Mei had no idea what to do. The other junkers were ignoring them as simply one amongst their number for now, but she had no way to hail the ship or let them know she was even here. Roadhog was wisely keeping them a safe distance away, enough to pursue but avoiding the explosions and gunfire as he weaved in and out of the other pursuit vehicles. They would be arriving at the designated meeting spot soon, and it seemed like there might be one chance and one chance only to get aboard. They followed until the Orca slowed and came to a stop, turning as abruptly as the immense ship was able, its back to the cliffs as it turned to face the junker hordes. There was the whirring clank of more turrets getting into position, and then a shimmer as its shields refreshed and a door to its cargo bay opened. Mei thrust one arm forward, “There! There, they’re waiting for us! Let’s go!” It should have been simple. Get to the ship, get picked up by Overwatch agents and brought aboard. But every other junker in the vicinity had seen the same door open, and they surged forward as if a living wave, and the motorcycle was quickly crowded out by the larger vehicles all around it. Roadhog rumbled a low curse, then nodded down to his partner, who was grinning and starting to vibrate in his seat. “Rat. Clear ‘em.” This time, Mei made no move to stop them, one hand on her pistol as she huddled into the side of the sidecar, taking hold of Junkrat’s leg to help steady him as he reared up with his frag launcher at the ready, giggling wildly. “Never thought you’d ask, mate!” Mei shut her eyes as there were several large booms and waves of heat from nearby, with the shrieking of both metal and people deafening in her ears, nearly drowning out Junkrat’s maniacal laughter. The motorcycle started moving again. Junkrat kept firing, grenades flying amongst the clouds of choking dust and embers, tongue waving from his mouth and practically slavering amongst the chaos. The motorcycle came to an abrupt stop as it hit something in front of them, the entire thing jolting back and then forward, Mei having to wrap both arms around Junkrat’s legs to keep him from going flying as he landed with a crash atop her in the sidecar. Something rose from the smoke in front of them, a cobbled-together metal monstrosity lifting up on two legs, machine-gun arms clacking noisily, and its junker pilot grinning at them from inside its metal control cage. “Aw fuck me, I hate fightin’ mechs,” Junkrat groaned, before grabbing onto Mei and launching both of them out of the sidecar, nearly dropping her as he ducked and rolled to the side, narrowly missing a rain of machine-gun fire at his ankles. They both landed in the dirt, scrambling upright on either side of the mech as it turned to face Roadhog, who was dismounting his motorcycle and angrily pulling his gun. “Get to the ship!” Mei called to them both, pulling her pistol and going to dash forward. The mech thrust one arm out to block her, but there was another boom and it fell slightly to one side, as one of Junkrat’s sticky mines hit its mark. She made a move to try and duck under it, but the barrel-guns of its arm swung and effectively clotheslined her across the chest, sending her flying back where she’d come from and sliding painfully on the rocky ground. It opened fire and she tried to roll, but a round of bullets sprayed her gut, and she screamed as she felt something tear open and start bleeding, pressing her sticky shirt over the ragged wound even as Junkrat bellowed in anger and positioned himself in front of her, fumbling to reload his grenades. “Kkeojyeo! Geim-eul hamyeon igyeoyaji!” Something very large and pink and vaguely rabbit-shaped landed with a crash of metal against metal, as D.Va’s MEKA slammed full-force into the junker mech. The other mech might have been larger, but it was far from nimble, struggling to even turn as the MEKA practically danced around him, bullets flying as its boosters sent it in agile dodging motions to and fro. From inside its protective pilot shield, D.Va blew a bubble with her gum and popped it impatiently, finally jamming both guns into the other mech’s core and firing, sending the whole thing crashing down as the junker inside ejected free and went scrambling. “Aw yeah! That makes me four-time reigning Australia mech-fighting champion! GG E-Z!” She struck a pose, both metal arms punching forward dramatically, before turning to face them. “Jamie! I thought I saw your weird hair out here!” “Oi, my hair ain’t weird!…Okay, it’s kinda weird,” Junkrat grumbled. “Give us a lift, won’t ya? Mei’s hurt and don’t have any more ice left.” “Sorry, not that kind of MEKA! And you’d be shot right off, I’ve never seen so many people here to fight! I’ll radio the others to let them know you’re coming in!” There was the rattle of more gunfire as more pulse rounds slammed into the MEKA’s side, causing her to shriek within. “Apa! Oh, you’re in for it now!” With that, her boosters flared white-blue and she went careening off back into the melee. Junkrat scratched at his self-admittedly weird hair. “Well, she’s clearin’ a path at least! You all right, love? Can y’walk?” Mei took his hand, hauling herself upright. “I-I think so? Oh! Jamie, you’re bleeding too!” He blinked in apparent surprise, looking to where a hole in his arm was also streaming liquid red. “Oh! Hey, guess I am! Eh, she’ll be right, I can still shoot. Oi, let’s grab Roadie and- Aw shite, we got company.” Roadhog had seemed to have gotten into an entirely different kind of trouble, and he and the bike were surrounded by a group of scavengers. Mei lifted her pistol, but to her surprise, the enormous junker was almost unmoving, and though the people around him milled about and bristled their weapons, none of them had made an actual move to attack him yet. “That ain’t him. It’s someone pretending to be him,” She heard one insist. “Who the fuck’d pretend to be him?” “Isn’t he the one who killed DogEater’s entire gang?” “That was him? Ripped t’fucking pieces…” “Yeah. That’s the real Roadhog, nobody wears a mask like that except Roadhog. Uh…you take ‘im first, I’ll go behind...” “You take ‘im. I ain’t fucking with the pig man,” a smaller man replied, backing into a retreat. Roadhog said nothing, as usual. His wheezing breath remained steady, rattling in and out past the mask’s filters, blank lenses still set upon the junkers facing him. Naturally reluctant to face a well-known bruiser that was over seven feet of fat, muscle, and silent rage, the men jostled and pushed at one another, none of them wanting to be the one to initiate combat and make themselves his target. And when Roadhog slowly lifted his immense hook, the metal catching the sunlight and glinting sharply, the enemy junkers seemed to reach their limit and suddenly and quickly dispersed into all directions, trying to find easier targets. “Hhm…” Roadhog said. “Knew there was a reason I kept you around, mate,” Junkrat grinned. “Besides your winnin’ personality.” “Mm.” The trio continued to struggle forward amongst the chaos, trying to maneuver through. She thought she could see occasional glimpses of other agents from time to time…Pharah’s rockets occasionally flared in the sky, and D.Va’s gaudy pink made for an almost obnoxious moving target as she saw it diving to and fro amongst the red and brown dust of the junkers around her. And despite all the screaming and blasting, she definitely heard Reinhardt’s booming voice, challenging all and sundry to come and face him. The junkers were fighting each other almost as much as their targets, and she nearly lost sight of her companions several times, sometimes firing off warning shots at those who saw her much tinier size and obvious wounds as an opportunity. But even her bodyguards’ gigantism couldn’t hold all of them off, and more than once both Junkrat and Roadhog were pulled away from her at once to try and keep the others at bay. She continued to try and struggle through, darting into and then out of a brawling group of junkers who were getting closer and closer to the dropship, when she saw a familiar flash of red, white, and blue fabric. Her expression lit up, immediately dashing towards it.  Soldier 76 was holding off a crowd of foes at once, pulse rifle rattling as he stood in front of the Orca’s open doors. The junkers were getting bolder and bolder as minutes went by, to the point where he was physically having to push them back at times as the bolder ones tried to rush him. He had been forced into a slow but steady retreat, and could barely pause to even reload without retaliation. And he was making another attempt to reload when one of the junkers rushed him yet again. This one was a surprisingly tiny woman, covered in blood and dust and very faintly yelling “76! 76 it’s me!” over the din as she made a beeline towards him. He lunged forward before she could properly react, launching one strike directly into her sternum. He heard her words cut off and she staggered, the wind knocked out of her, and he went to finish the job, his arm around her throat and swinging her up into the air before going to smash her down into the ground so he could take the shot... Mei barely managed to let out a strangled cry of “C-Commander Morrison!” He stopped immediately, almost freezing mid-air. The back of her head slammed audibly into the ground and she uttered a little noise of pain that sounded familiar, her glasses clattering onto the ground beside her and one of the lenses cracking…Since when did junkers wear glasses like that? He kept his forearm in her throat, her chin pressed upward and pinned, but paused to actually look at her. She looked different now. Her face was thinner and her cheekbones looked more hollowed out. Her eyes were shadowed and tired and squinted to see without her eyewear. She wore a headscarf with a familiar little piggy face on it, but there was precious little hair beneath it. No wonder he’d mistaken her at first glance, but it was definitely… “Mei?” he asked in a bewildered tone, easing his arm off her neck. “Is that-” “Get offa her, you senile old cunt!” Junkrat hit them both like an incoming freight train, his entire gangly mass hitting Soldier dead-center and ripping him from atop Mei like a charging bull. She landed sprawled on her back, the air still knocked out of her. Junkrat had dragged his stunned target some feet away, his fists clenched in the namesake 76 jacket, and went to slam Soldier rather brutally into the ground several times, spitting curses and nearly foaming at the mouth. But Soldier 76 was a seasoned veteran who had dealt with more than an enraged junker in his time. He recovered and he retaliated, and the two quickly became a mess of wrestling limbs and jabbing fists as they fought, and their guns were entirely too close by for comfort. Mei’s head spun as she righted herself, sitting up and trying to yell at them. Her breath came out as a pathetic wheeze, her lungs still emptied as she inhaled and tried again, holding her chest. She tried to call out, trying to identify herself and order Junkrat and Soldier off each other, but only a few words made it out and it sounded more like she was trying to scold a misbehaving dog. “Jamie!…No! Down!” To her surprise, it worked. Junkrat managed to kick Soldier off of him, jamming a boot into the other man’s belly as he scrambled out of the melee, hurrying back to Mei’s side and helping her upright. Soldier stood as well, holding his gun warily at ease as he faced them both. “Mei-Ling? And…Agent Junkrat. Hm.” His gravelly voice showed a hint of clear displeasure. “Didn’t see that it was you.” “Who the bloody fuck else would it be!” Junkrat sneered, fingering the trigger of his grenade launcher even as Mei tried to keep him at bay. “That’s a fine howdoyado! We called you to rescue her, not to fuckin’ end the job!” “It’s fine! I should have identified louder, it’s my fault! I’m sorry, let’s not fight!” Mei protested, even as she pressed both hands to his chest and tried to push him back, leaving red smears across his shoulders. “You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry for, love! It’s this drongo here-!” “I thought she was another junker,” Soldier growled, “I’ve never seen her like th-” Several bullets spattered into the rock above them and peppered them with dust, causing all three to duck and immediately forget their squabble. Soldier lifted his pulse rifle and immediately began firing back, backing away to help shepherd the two towards the ramp. A gloved hand reached up to flick at something on his tactical visor, which glowed vivid red as the holographic field displayed before him, locking onto his targets one by one as they came into view. Junkrat put aside his grudge at least long enough to help, slamming another case of grenades into his launcher’s feed as another round of frags went sailing into the air. “You get inside, find the doc. I’ll be back in just a tick. Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this,” Junkrat said, his grin widening and baring his teeth. Mei lifted a hand to stop him but he was already gone, bounding off into the chaos with no small amount of glee. Soldier followed after him not long after, still uselessly trying to order the junker about. Llimping and bloody, with no ammo left for her gun and her glasses cracked on one side, Mei finally headed up the ramp and into the rescue ship. It was a little strange to be back, back in the familiar belly of the vehicle where she’d deployed from so many times before, usually sitting as far away from the junkers as possible. She immediately slumped into her favorite chair, coughing a little and wishing she had a communicator to let the others know. She felt a little thrill of hope in the pit of her belly, though she wondered if that also might have been a side effect of the blood loss from her gut. “Hello? Is anybody else here?” she called. “Mei! Mei, love, is that you!” Tracer’s voice, cheerful but more than a little stressed, sounded up by the front. The little pilot clearly had her hands full, numerous buttons blinking and beeping urgent messages from all sides of her as she flicked some of them on and off, her gaze roaming constantly over various screens and gauges all over the control board. “It’s me, Lena! I’m so glad to see you again. I’d offer a hug…” She winced a little, still holding her hand to her side. When she looked down and peeled it away, her palm was smeared with red. “Oh! Maybe another time, don’t let me forget! A bit busy myself, here, or I’d greet you proper! But once we’re back-” The whole ship shuddered as there was another boom outside, and Tracer grasped a hold of the yoke, pulling it upward as she struggled to maintain control. “Oh bugger! Not sure how long we can keep this up! Athena, get everyone back on board so we can get out of here! If we can get out of here!” She no longer wore a communicator, but Mei could almost hear the soothing tones of Athena’s vocal systems in her head, relaying the orders of hasty retreat in her ever-polite manner. She slumped down into a seat, the one she usually took on their missions, tucked away in a corner. Snowball buzzed about happily before spotting its favorite charging station, settling onto the plug as its visor went dark. Mei smiled at it a little, glad at least someone was entirely happy about their return, before turning to watch as the other agents returned, one by one. Roadhog was wheeling the half-broken remains of his motorcycle up the ramp, resolutely ignoring Soldier 76’s bellowing to leave it behind as he provided cover fire. Pharah had been shot down and rather haphazardly tossed over the massive shoulders of Reinhardt as he backed slowly into the cargo area, shield upright. D.Va’s MEKA landed with a booming crash outside, metal feet clanking as she steered it inside. Then all eyes immediately turned when there was a shrieking whistle outside and an explosion, and Junkrat’s blurry form was spinning through the air and into the cargo bay, singed form leaving a trail of black smoke as he went skidding along the floor before coming to a stop with a painful-sounding thud against the far wall, his spindly legs bent nearly double over his head before slumping sprawled out and face down on the floor. “Jamison!” Mei called in alarm, starting to stagger upright. “I swear, Mr. Fawkes, the situations you get yourself into…” Mercy’s voice somehow always sounded so gentle, even when irritated. She cut an angelic figure as she appeared amidst the smoke and dust, valkyrie wings glowing and coming to a gliding landing next to the downed junker. A little check-over and a quick glow of her Caduceus Staff seemed to do the trick, and a moment later Junkrat was groaning and holding his rattled skull as he awkwardly rolled onto his back. “That was a good one, mate,” he wheezed, coughing up a black cloud as Roadhog’s huge fingers suddenly closed around his head, carelessly dragging him up and setting him back on his feet. Mercy rolled her eyes slightly before pausing, catching sight of the other junker that had mysteriously appeared on the other side of the ship. She approached with a hand raised, concern written all over her face. “Oh Mei-Ling…” she breathed out, going to gingerly place her fingers on her shoulder almost as if to check she was real. She’d seen her only briefly and rather blurrily, on that fuzzy old camera from their safehouse broadcast. But she looked so different in person. She didn’t even look like the same person, really, and the only clue it was her at all was the dimpling in her cheeks and a faint glint in her dark eyes that looked like the old Mei. “Dr. Ziegler. It’s good to see you again. Um…I think I might need some help?” Mei said, and peeled her hand away from her gut with an unpleasantly sticky noise. “Oh! Of course. Und, wo tut's jetzt weh?“ Mercy’s brows rose, quickly moving into action with the same grace as always. The staff lit up soothing yellow, and Mei relaxed immediately as its gentle glow enveloped her, eyes drifting shut almost in a daze. It was the first real healing her body had been able to do in months, and while normally the sensation of billions upon billions of glowing nanobot swarming her body, wounds knitting themselves shut and flesh sealing neatly under the skin was something Mei had always found a little eerie, it felt so wonderful that it rendered her into a stupor. She didn’t even notice Mercy’s increasingly worried expression, her eyes glued to the little display on her staff and her mouth moving in unheard muttering. “Ach Du meine Güte…I think perhaps we’d best move you to the med bay for now? Nothing to fret over, just, taking a few precautions. Reinhardt, if you wouldn’t mind helping me move-” “Oi, I’ll get her! C’mere, love!” Junkrat perked immediately from his seat, lifting both ash-covered hands to help. Mercy turned a stern gaze upon him, holding up a hand. “That will not be necessary, Mr. Fawkes. We are very thankful that you are all back and mostly in one piece, but I’m afraid that our investigation into the situation is still pending and Mei is…less medically sound than I previously thought. Until we can get a better handle on the whole thing, I’d like you and your partner to remain as you are. Reinhardt, if you would please take her to the bay table?” “That ain’t fuckin’ fair! I know what you’re doing!” Junkrat protested, pointing in an accusatory way towards the medic and the immense armored German man now gently lifting his charge. “You got no idea what’s happened to us and we don’t have to tell you a fuckin’ thing, so how about you and your monkey take your investigation an’ shove it right up your beautiful angelic-” “You vill not talk to Angela like that!” Reinhardt boomed aloud, angrily whirling upon the junker with Mei still in both arms. “Well, maybe you all shouldn’t be talking to him like that,” D.Va remarked a little snidely. “We’ve been fighting off crazy people in this crappy desert for a rescue mission, and now we finally do rescue Jamie and the others, and you immediately want to investigate him because, what, he kissed your friend?” Soldier 76 was already strapped in and waiting to go, his face in both palms. “This is why I always thought interdepartmental fraternization should have been banned.” “Please don’t fight,” Mei said weakly. “Hey!” Tracer’s voice suddenly blared over the intercom. “Would someone please just move the lady and get everyone strapped in, because I’m turning this old girl around and we’re still under attack here, just in case you’ve forgotten! Oh! Damnit! Brace yourselves!” The ship abruptly pitched to one side, causing everyone not strapped in to stumble and Junkrat to land square on his ass as his peg went out from under him. But at least it seemed to resolve the situation, as Reinhardt quickly righted himself and hastily moved Mei into the tiny ship med bay as Mercy bustled about her, strapping her into place and covering her with a blanket as she bustled about. Mei craned her neck from side to side, and was briefly glad of the straps when the ship lurched to and fro before struggling up into the air. She could hear the pinging of more bullets and javelins against the underside of the ship, one last desperate attempt by the attacking junkers to bring it back to ground, before the thrusters all activated at once and the Orca went surging forward, the G forces so strong that they sent Mei careening to one side on the table and Mercy dropped her staff to hold on to her chair’s handles with both hands. But soon the ship slowed to more manageable speeds and the doctor was fussing over her again, pressing and prodding her beneath the blanket and occasionally tapping things into her pad. “I’m sorry to cause such a fuss, Dr. Ziegler,” Mei said, even as the sounds of another argument started up from the room next door. “Junkrat and Roadhog are sick too, don’t forget to make sure they’re okay, please.” “It’s fine, I’ll be checking on them in just a moment. I can tell you’re fretting. Don’t worry. You haven’t done anything wrong, Mei…Well, other than cut communications when we still wanted to talk to you, but that was merely another little matter that just got a bit out of hand. It’s all merely a collection of things that got out of hand. I’ve already spoken to Winston about it, it is all being handled.” “I…noticed Winston isn’t here?” “Ah, no. Winston could unfortunately not attend. But I assure you he wanted to, and he was the first on the list until an emergency called him away. It’s nothing you’ve done, and you don’t need to worry. Now just try to relax, you might feel a pinching sensation…” “Okay,” Mei said a bit unhappily, not entirely sure she believed the good doctor. “You know, the junkers haven’t done anything wrong either. I know that during the call, things got a little- Owch!” “There’s that pinching sensation, dear.” “It’s like you said, Dr. Zeigler, it just got…a little out of hand. I wasn’t feeling myself. I’m more than happy to start my report right away! If you would just get me a tablet, I’m sure we’ll have a few hours where I can work and start to get everything cleared up.” “I would not be feeling myself either, with these levels of radiation sickness, weight loss, sun poisoning, and other afflictions..Not to mention fresh bullet wounds, and I understand you were mistakenly punched by one of our own? As much as I know you want to start getting organized, I must insist that the only thing you’re going to be doing right now is resting,” Mercy chided. “It’s amazing you’re doing as well as you are, considering your state. Now, take two of these-” She handed Mei two pills and a water, watching with a hawk-like gaze until she was sure Mei had taken them both. “-And try to concentrate on resting, if you must concentrate on anything.” “I’ll be fine. What about the others?” “If I believed that I could get either of the junkers to start taking their medicine and resting properly, I would do so. I have tried, believe me I have tried. The first time I tried to lock Junkrat into a private room with just a bed so he could begin recovery, he had apparently hidden a charge on his person and then blew the door controls…I think it might have been in his ear canal. I distinctly remember checking his mouth and nose and…other places… ” She coughed, abruptly turning her back and starting to fill a syringe with clear liquid. “That sounds like something he would do,” Mei admitted with a sigh, before shaking her head abruptly, “Wait, you mean you checked his-” “Most likely a technique he picked up in the various prisons he’s frequented,” Mercy said smoothly, sitting down next to her patient and motioning for her to look away before taking her arm and administering a careful injection. Mei winced and glanced away, waiting until the cool swab of cotton wiped over the spot. Mercy continued on, voice softening slightly. “I know you might think we are being hard on the junkers…your friends. But I have nothing against them and I assure you that I will do everything I can to make sure that both of them are as healthy and hale as I can. If we held a grudge against everyone who’s ever been imprisoned or on the wrong side of the law, I would have an awful lot of free time on my hands. But we still have protocol to follow, Mei, you know that.” “You don’t believe I really have Stockholm Syndrome, do you?” “I thought at first you might have been in trouble, I will admit. I was worried. We all were. We had no information about you, Junkrat, or Roadhog. You three had vanished off the face of the earth. Then you suddenly re-appeared from nowhere. There were signs of bondage on your wrists and you were clearly hurt and sick…” “I’m so sorry we worried you…” Mei couldn’t help but give a little half smile. “And don’t let Jamison hear the word bondage.” “Mei! Goodness, maybe you really have been spending too much time around the junkers.” “Sorry. But I tried to explain what happened, and then the moment I start talking about how they helped me, Winston suggested it was all just a trick of the mind? I just…That made me angry. I’m sorry, but I did, I got angry.” “It’s not so simply cut and dry as that. I believe that you faced unimaginable difficulties and bonded with the only two people around you that you could rely on. Such bonds can become very deep. We’ll have to wait on a full psychological profile after this, but…honestly, after the trauma you’ve faced, you becoming  close with Mr. Fawkes is near the very bottom of my list of concerns. And Winston was just-” She sighed a bit, patting Mei’s arm. “I don’t want to speak for him, but I hope you and he can clear things up with each other. He’s been frantic, searching for you these months, and I believe both of you were simply…shall we say, overwhelmed.” Mercy’s voice was getting further and further away as the medicine started to take hold, but Mei found herself agreeing with whatever it was she was saying. “I know, Doctor Ziegler…I just…This just isn’t how I thought things would go…according to plan…” she said, slurring a bit as she focused on the spinning ceiling. “Things rarely do,” the doctor’s voice replied distantly. She kept telling herself she was safe now. The rescue mission hadn’t exactly gone off without a hitch, but she was safe. Junkrat and Roadhog were safe. After everything they had gone through, it was over. They could head back to the base, start the long process of getting better, and maybe, just maybe, things could go smoothly from here? She gave a strange, reedy little laugh as she started to slip into unconsciousness, even causing the doctor to pause and check over her once more. Who was she kidding? Things never went smoothly for someone like her.

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Stolen Moments (Brad Simpson)

My love life was always choppy. Givin my history it is understandable that I can't trust just anyone. There was only one guy I have ever truly and unconditionally loved. His name was Corey, he died from his drug habits just like everyone I've ever cared about. Everyone knows my story considering I'm famous around the world for singing and dancing. After Corey I knew I'd never love anyone like I loved him. I tried dating other people but I could never feel a spark because I was just comparing them to him. That was until I met this curly haired guy. He owned my heart and made me feel loved and safe a feeling I was trying to get back. We were together for a year when rumors started up about me and every guy I was seen with. His name was Brad, he was so talented and had a beautiful accent. Dumb fights and everyone around us brought us to an end. I knew I would never love again after Brad because he meant so much to me just like Corey. We both moved on to the public eye. I never stopped thinking about him. He hurt me but I knew if I saw his smile I'd be back in his arms so fast. I was currently with one of my favorite actors, Blake Anderson. We were really good together and I enjoyed my life with him but I didn't care about him like I cared about them. Today was the BRITs and I was trying to forget the fact that Brad would be there. I sat in my chair getting my hair and makeup done flipping through my instagram feed. I finished ip my coffee and texted Blake to see if he was almost here to get us and leave. I put on my long blue dress and looked in the mirror. Im under 5 feet so I have to wear taller heels to be near anyone. I grabbed everything that was needed and locked the doors to the apartment that my friend owned. It dosn't help that my best friend is Tristons girlfriend because I always hear anout their band and things Brad does. Maybe it isn't so bad because it's like I'm there with them to enjoy his company. On the way to the awards we jammed out to new music and old music just preparing for camaras. When we arrived I checked myself one last time and began to walk down the carpet as asked of me. Blake walked by my side at first but then left because I had to do pictures by myself. After the headache causing flashes and yelling I stepped off to find who I came here for. There he was, handsome as ever. His smile made me smile and the fact that he was wearing his glasses was turning me on. Everything I loved on him was present. Red on him, check. His dorky glasses, check. His beautiful smile, check. I made my choice and started walking towards them. Tristan saw me first and stopped talking to the others. Camaras were all us now as he slightly picked me up in a hug. "I missed you so much." I rolled my eyes and hit him slightly making all the guys listen. "We saw eachother a week ago Tris." I began to laugh. Brad pov I watched as she posed for the camaras. Her smile was fake but her beauty wasn't. She wore my favorite color on her and looked so breathtaking. I know I screwed up everything with her. We knew eachother long before we dated and everyone knew we had chemistry. I still think and write songs about her all the time. We both broke eachothers hearts being selfish and dumb. I knew she didn't cheat on me but I didn't say that. I snapped out of it when Tristan yelled to someone. It was her. She was over here. What do I do? She hugged all the other guys and all the camaras turned there ways to them. She stopped at me and took me into her arms. "Hi." She said flashing a real smile. "Hi." I repeated letting her go again. She looked even more stunning up close. Y/N pov I mentally slapped myself. Just hi really hi. When I heard his voice I wanted to let all my tears out. I never realized how much i missed his voice till I heard him say goodbye. All the boys congratulated me on my new album and its success. I did the same to them but I knew it was awkward because most the songs were about me. I knew they were and I hoped the fans didn't. We both hurt eachother so bad but that never changed how I felt for this dorky chocolate eyed boy behind me. After the show I decided to text Tris and ask where they were going after the show. He said he was going back to his girlfriends which is were I was going. Perfect. "You okay babe?" Blake asked taking my hand. I nodded and watched all the preformances playing what could happen tonight in my head. I clapped for the last person and grabbed my things really fast. "You have to fly back tonight?" I asked Blake in the car. He nodded and said he had to tour for his new movie with the boys. I understood and kissed his lips. All I could think about was Brad tonight. I'd be with him all night. I shook the thoughts out of my head and listened to the music on the radio. Me and Blake parted ways and I closed the wooden door behind me hearing laughing. "Oh wow you look beautiful!" She said coming up to me. "Hey babe! What are yall doing?" I asked slowly taking the dress off. I knew the boys where here because they all came in changed out of their suits. I pulled the dress back up kinda surprised they were here right now. "Im going to go change." I said. I nodded to Brad to follow me. He did as told and closed the door behind me. He came up slowly and let my dress fall around my ankles. His eyes wondered all around then landed on mine. To other people he is short but to me he is so tall. I took off my heels too moving closer to him. I looked in his eyes forever before he kissed my lips. He didn't care if the others guys were here he wanted me. I wanted him. He lifted me up throwing me on the bed and starting a wonderful thing. After everything I laid in his arms like I use to. "You know I love you. I never stopped." He said playing with my hair. I looked up into his eyes. I get lost every time. "I never stopped loving you Brad but what happened was messy. What just happened was messy." I started to get up and grab clothes when he shot up and wrapped his hands around my bare waist. "Stay." I melted into his touch and began to cry it all out. "I messed up. We both did. I promise if you stay it won't be a mistake." He handed me his button up he took off. I put it on sitting on the bed with my legs on him. "I'm with Blake now Brad. "I want to be with you but I don't trust that you will stay with me." He took my hand in his. "I couldn't bare losing you all over again. I know you actually love me Y/N not him so leave him." I moved my body closer to his. He was warm compared to me. I played with his hair looking in his beautiful eyes. I nodded and kissed his soft lips. "Lets go back out." I said grabbing real clothes for the night. He did the same walking out to everyone. They all clapped as we walked out having heard what happened earlier. Tris grabbed me and asked me if we were back together. Brad took my hand and nodded. I knew I still had to talk to Blake and hope he understands. "Shit you make me happy!" Brad said taking my hand and bringing me closer. Both our smiles were real that night and he was the only one that could do that to me.