#I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins spotlight on me and I’m ready to break

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hello dearest kitty, I'm here begging on my knees for some fluff

Okay okay I'll stop, but it was a funny start especially after your least post, but I really love your writing and I would love to see you write some sub villain X dom hero fluff, about self care and maybe a little bit on self harm cuz I have exams and this is my comfort trope.

But regardless if you write it or not I want you to know that I really appreciate all your work and I it makes such a huge difference in my life, you're one of the people I can look at and be happy 😁💖

tw mention of self-harm

“This is…nice.” The villain frowned and hugged their own legs, almost as if they had never been in a bathtub before. Still tired, they leaned against the tiles of the bathroom wall. All the hero could focus on were their lashes when they closed their eyes.

Admittedly, the hero hadn’t considered this to be the result. They hadn’t expected to end up in bed with their nemesis. It would have been easier if this was part of a mission, they reckoned. But fate was much crueler.

Now feelings were involved. Complicated, difficult feelings. Sometimes they didn’t know if they should blame themselves or the villain. After all, the villain was devoted and passionate. They were tactical and brilliant.

And they were also pretty. Ridiculously pretty.

The hero swallowed.

Why was this happening to them out of all people?

“I don’t think anyone has ever made that kind of effort for me,” the villain said. They smiled and the hero’s heart dropped.

“You mean letting in some water?”

“Well, yeah…and the breakfast. The soft kisses. The massages, you know?” The villain looked at the hero again. “No one has ever done that for me.”

For the hero’s taste, they were too far away from each other. Even though the bathtub wasn’t the biggest, the hero didn’t want to sit on opposite ends. They worried their bottom lip between their teeth.

“Can you come closer?” they asked and the villain nodded, obeying quickly.

The hero let out a shaky breath they didn’t even know they were holding once the villain sat down on their hips. At this point, it was like a drug. The hero craved this affection and these hands on their skin.

It wasn’t just pleasure, it was something more vile. Something that could bleed and die, something that could destroy the hero within seconds.

A few hours ago, they hadn’t realised it. Not really. But now that they knew they weren’t just attracted to the villain, they needed to control themselves.

“You know you deserve it, right?” they asked. The villain didn’t meet their eyes, though. “You deserve nice things.”

“Is this a separating-work-and-personal-life-thing? Because we both know I’ve done despicable things in the past.” The villain looked ashamed. They let their thumb run along the hero’s biceps, almost as if they could distract themselves that way.

“No. I like you the way you are. Even the parts you deem ugly.” The hero touched the scars the villain had tried to hide yesterday gently. They couldn’t stop looking at their nemesis. At their perfect face, their perfect body. The hero wasn’t sure why their melancholy was taking over the now.

Yesterday, they’d been laughing and kissing. They’d never had that much fun in quite a while. But now, responsibility weighed heavy on their shoulders again and they couldn’t bear the feeling of saying goodbye in a few hours.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Have I ever been dishonest with you?” the hero asked. Brilliance wasn’t a gift. It was the result of hard work and the hero could appreciate and respect that the villain had been working just as much as they had. Both were the same in that aspect, destroying themselves because that seemed to be logical: working until you had results. No failing, no mistakes. 100%. All the time.

The villain smiled softly. Maybe even sadly.

“When you told me you love me yesterday?” they asked quietly but the hero already shook their head.

“No, that wasn’t a lie.” Their finger traced one of the villain’s scars. Somehow, the bathwater was getting hotter and hotter. The hero closed their eyes as they tried to calm down. “You’re lovely.”

It was only natural, wasn’t it? To be attracted to someone who challenged, yet matched them in so many ways? God, the hero was really at the end of their rope.

“Hm. You know, under all these layers—” the villain touched their chest “—of calculated and raw reason—” they drew a heart with their finger into the hero’s skin “—there’s a very gentle soul inside you.”

“Is that criticism or a compliment?” the hero asked. Again, looking at the villain made their stomach turn. In a good way. Kind of.

Their nemesis smiled.

“Just an observation,” the villain said. They leaned forward and kissed the hero’s cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me. I kinda suck at it.”

The hero’s hand was still on the villain’s scars.

“You just need a little bit of help, that’s all. Everyone does.” The villain was still so close. If the hero moved their head a little, they’d be kissing.

Hell, why was their heart beating so fast?

“Do you think I could be better?” the villain asked. “Do you think I could change?”

“Change is inevitable,” the hero explained. “But I…I got you.”

They held onto the villain a little tighter this time and honestly, they knew why their heart ached when they brought them home.

#I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins spotlight on me and I’m ready to break #writing snippet #hero x villain snippet #hero x villain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #heroxvillain #hero x villain #request #an answer for an ask #tw: sh #suggestive #fluff #obsessed hero

[melancholydreamers]

Are there any modern or old songs that you wish Santana and Brittany had covered individually or as a duet?

Oh that’s a tough question, there just are sm good songs I think that they could do. This might be long cuz I’m gonna add parts of the lyrics that make sense :)

As a duet, I would loved to see “Lay All Your Love on Me” by Abba. If you’ve seen Mamma Mia, then the scene for that is perfect for Brittana. It’s very fun and playful

Lay All Your Love on Me :

“I wasn't jealous before we met

Now every woman I see is a potential threat

And I'm possessive, it isn't nice

You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice”

…

“It was like shooting a sitting duck

A little small talk, a smile, and baby I was stuck”

There are also tons of Taylor Swift songs for them “Invisible String” and “Paper Rings” especially

Invisible String :

“Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire

Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons

One single thread of gold tied me to you”

Paper rings :

“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

You're the one I want

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Uh huh

Darling, you're the one I want”

I would have loved to see Britney do “Circus” and “Seek Amy” by Britney Spears. She definitely should’ve gotten more solos after britney/brittany or most of the songs in that ep.

Circus :

“I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins

Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break

I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage

Better be ready, hope that you feel the same”

Seek Amy :

“Love me, hate me, say what you want about me

But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy” (it’s supposed to sound like F U C K me lol)

I could also see Britt singing “I Think I’m in Love with You” by Jessica Simpson. She has a similar vibe to younger Britney Spears, so it’ll work well with Britt.

I Think I’m in Love with You :

“ Boy (girl) I think that I'm in love with you

I've been doin' silly things when it comes to you

I think I'm in love

Boy (girl) I think I'm in love with you

I've been tellin' all my friends what I feel for you”

And last for Britt, a duet w/ Blaine. ME! By Taylor Swift ft. Brendon Urie. They literally both have the same sound and vibe as Taylor and Brendon. It’s perfect.

ME! :

“But one of these things is not like the others

Like a rainbow with all of the colors

Baby doll, when it comes to a lover

I promise that you'll never find another like Me”

For Santana, I feel like she would sound good singing anything, so it was difficult to chose the right ones. I love her ballads/ more slower songs, like “Landslide” and “Songbird” by Fleetwood Mac. So I think she would sound good singing “Has Anyone Written Anything for You” by Stevie Nicks (Fleetwood Mac). She would ofc sing this to Britt.

Has Anyone Written Anything for You :

“Has anyone ever written anything for you?

And in your darkest sorrow

Did you ever hear me sing?

Listen to me now

You know I'd rather be alone

Than be without you

Don't you know?”

I can see her singing “Gorgeous” by Taylor Swift to Britt as well.

“Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die”

…

“You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But, what can I say?

You're gorgeous”

Okay last Taylor Swift song lol, “I Know Places” (she would sing this for early s3 Brittana, before/during her coming out)

I Know Places :

“Something happens when everybody finds out”

…

“They are the hunters, we are the foxes

And we run

Baby, I know places we won't be found and

They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

'Cause I, I know places we can hide”

Honorable mentions, “Delicate” and “Lover”

“This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Yeah, I want you”

And lastly, “Us” by James Bay.

“Sometimes I'm beaten

Sometimes I'm broken”

…

“Can we make it better?

'Cause I'm losing hope”

Tell me how to be in this world

Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt

Tell me how ‘cause I believe in something

I believe in us”

Done!! Lol sorry this was so long, but maybe give these songs a listen if you don’t already know them! And lmk what you think!!

#brittana #brittany pierce #brittany s pierce #santana lopez #glee #thank you for the ask!!

[kouros-herc]

Friday, November 11 -- Lo-Fi Beats to Be a Magick to: Create a playlist for a type of Magick in the Swynverse — you don’t have to have one in play! 

We are the ~~Muses~~ Goddesses of the Arts and proclaimers of heroes...

I just think they’re super neat expect to hear more about this later.

Long Ago / The Gospel Truth I

I couldn’t resist including this it’s just so good and it felt a fitting way to remind everyone how funky these characters are, I think they have the potential to be SO interesting (and hey we could do with a new Order in town) so now buckle up as I dedicate the remaining tracks to each of the Muses.

“You go girls”

Thalia, the Muse of Comedy - Funny Girl (Diana Ross & The Supremes)

“Yeah, the guy said, "Honey You're a funny girl" That's me I just keep them in stitches Doubled in half And though I may be all wrong for the guy I'm good for a laugh”

The gift of laughter can be such a double edged sword, beloved by so many but who really sees the person behind the jokes? So much room for interesting exploration here.

Calliope, the Muse of Epic Poetry & Heroes - Warrior Daughter (Wildwood Kin)

“For my armour keeps you safe

Ride ahead, you fight for what is yours So take your sword, protector of them all The heart may be a battle in its own Don't hesitate; you'll never be alone

You are a warrior Strength and courage lies within your heart”

I love this song so much and there is something wonderfully Homeric about the idea of the protective figure voiced in the song, like a goddess watching over their chosen warrior hero.

Terpsichore, the Muse of Dance - Circus/Just Dance (Boyce Avenue)

“I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage Better be ready, hope that you feel the same

So just dance! Gonna be okay”

The dancer of all dancers! But what happens when you find out your ability isn’t entirely your own? Is it still freeing or is it something that causes you guilt? All the same, nothing better than losing your feelings on the floor.

Clio, the Muse of History - Coins for the Eyes (Johnny Flynn)

“We dig for the Gods that leave no bones For the ship that sailed in the sunken sea There's a lot to discarded stones The famine road, and the merchants keep Come and search for, we would search And looking for a scarred land Turn the soil Weave a dream Dread the river, rig the sand And dig for those whose stories lie with buried paths and futures won”

This is such a funky spooky little song (You go ,Johnny), but I love the idea of perhaps inverting the idea of History from the Greek understanding of it (all texts and Classical history) to have a muse who was a deep love for these forgotten parts of history, perhaps an academic? 

Euterpe, the Muse of Music - Songbird (Eva Cassidy)

“'Cause I feel that when I'm with you It's alright, I know it's right

And the songbirds are singing, Like they know the score”

What must it be like to have the music woven into every fibre of you, to inspire it everywhere you go? 

Erato, the Muse of Love Poetry - Love Song (Sara Bareilles)

“No easy way to say this You mean well, but you make this hard on me

I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you asked for it 'Cause you need one”

When you’re the Muse of Love Poetry and people fall in love with you at the drop of a hat, it can be tough! Maybe Erato has to explore what they actually want and who they actually love.

Melpomene, the Muse of Tragedy - Read All About It, Part III (Emeli Sande)

“There's no need to be afraid I will sing with you my friend Come on, come on

I wanna sing, I wanna shout I wanna scream 'til the words dry out So put it in all of the papers I'm not afraid They can read all about it Read all about it”

Tragedy is all about catharsis, about that cleansing feeling of releasing all of your emotions as somebody else breaks your heart through art, and this song just screams of that for me, about just letting it all GO. Being the muse of tragedy must be a heavy burden to bear.

Polyhymnia, the Muse of Hymns & Sacred Poetry - Heaven’s Here on Earth (Tracy Chapman)

“You can look to the stars in search of the answers Look for God and life on distant planets Have your faith in the ever after While each of us holds inside the map to the labyrinth And heaven's here on earth”

Everybody’s looking for meaning and sometimes clinging to that meaning can turn people against others. Being the muse of hymns and Sacred texts and meditation must come with a lot of people looking to you for answers and not always liking what you tell them.

Urania, the Muse of Astronomy - Celestial Dancers (Birdy)

“In the heavens above us Turn to the sky Looking for answers And I saw no reply Only celestial dancers”

Imagine being the muse of Astronomy! Think how that role must have changed over the centuries from the stories of the constellations, to the discovery of new planets to modern scientific astronomy! But still being able to see the beauty in the heavens!!!

#swynwrimo #swynwrimoLaura #yes this is stage one of my 'bring in the Muses' offensive

[rebelong]

starter for @ofantastico​

nem soube direito em que lugar estava naquele momento, só sabia que era perto da pista de dança, afinal dançar a noite toda era o que a fazia se sentir mais viva e feliz. circus da britney spears começou a tocar e naiyu quase deu um berro de animação. "Oh, this is my favorite song! Come and dance with me!" exclamou e arrastou a primeira pessoa que viu consigo para a pista de dança. começou colando as costas na dele para dançar. “I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins. Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break” cantava junto com a música, as mãos deslizando pelo próprio corpo de forma sensual até parar na frente dele. “I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage. Better be ready, hope that you feel the same” com as mãos descendo pela laterais do quadril ela foi descendo até o chão e ao voltar seus olhos se focaram nos de james e foi aí que ela se deu conta de que era com ele que estava dançando. uma risada nervosa escapou pelos lábios. “é demais pra você?” perguntou um pouco sem graça, mas pronta para ensiná-lo alguns passos de dança se fosse necessário, mesmo que sua vontade fosse sair correndo para o mais longe possível de seu ex quase cunhado.

#001 : ( um grão de arroz pode virar a balança ✧ talks ) #james 001

[foreverbritney]

When I put on a show I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins. Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break.

#britney spears #bspearsedit #britneyspearsedit #music videos #circus mv #2008 #mine #gifs #100

[amespgif]

amelia delacroix ;; playlist. 001.

001. monstros - jão. “Sempre me acharam louco por querer ser mais um pouco sei que eu tenho os meus monstros mas continuo a caminhar (…) vou mostrar todas as coisas que vocês não deram valor que nunca esperaram ver desse menino do interior.”

002. circus - britney spears. “I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break (…) all eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus.”

003. brutal - olivia rodrigo. “I'm anxious and nothing can help And I wish I'd done this before And I wish people liked me more All I did was try my best This the kinda thanks I get?”

004. pretty girl - maggie lindemann “I'm more than just a picture I'm a daughter and a sister Sometimes it's hard for me to show That I'm more than just a rumor Or a song on your computer There's more to me than people know”

005. anxiety - julia michaels “I overthink about the things I’m missing Now I'm wishing I was with 'em Feel like I'm always apologizing for feeling Like I'm out of my mind when I'm doing just fine”

006. wonder - shawn mendes “I wonder if I'm being real Do I speak my truth or do I filter how I feel? I wonder, wouldn't it be nice To live inside a world that isn't black and white? I wonder what it's like to be my friends Hope that they don't think I forget about them.”

007. talking to a memory - jeremy shada. “I still hear your voice sing in the wind Consumed by the melody I still feel your heartbeat skip I'm reaching, wishing I'm talking to a memory”

008. royals - lorde “I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies and I’m not proud of my address In the torn up town No post code envy”

009. it's time - imagine dragons “It’s time to begin, isn’t it? I get a little bit bigger But then, I’ll admit I’m just the same as I was Now, don’t you understand? That I’m never changing who I am.”

010. the 1- taylor swift. “In my defense, I have none For never leaving well enough alone But it would've been fun If you would've been the one.”

#♡ 𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙰 𝙿 𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝙸𝚇 — the development ♡ ･ᴗ･ #♡ 𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙰 𝙿 𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝙸𝚇 — musing ♡ ･ᴗ･

[miki-snake]

📖: freesias are all what you can think of, so much it feels like they’re taking your breath away and crushing your lungs ⭕️: angst, unrequited love, hanahaki disease, mentions of possible death 🔍: 5.2k+

taglist: @sugasugawarau, @drabblily​, @igenll​

A/N: It didn’t come out as angsty as I wanted it to be but well,,, hope you can still enjoy it and thanks to @igenll​ and @drabblily​ for giving me feedback on my work, ily two!

Hanahaki disease is a fictional disease, where flowers are growing inside of your lungs. Starting with coughing up petals and flowers until eventually the flower is blocking all of your airways and you die. 

≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾

“Alright, let’s meet up today. I gotta tell you some great news!”

You remembered his words as you sat down on the ground, blooming freesias adorning the stretched out field. The infinite blue sky was drowned in streaks of orangey-reds, like clouds dipped into the image of dusk and hung up on earth’s ceiling, leaving them open to dry. It was a picture out of a fairy tale, the scene so serene it felt like you were trapped inside a painting. You had to think about him, Terushima Yuuji, the colorful accents of the landscape reminding you of him. Freesias, his favorite kind of flowers, were holding the meaning of energy and being energetic. Just like him.

He was like the flicking neon lights on the late night streets, the lightning thundering down on the sea, the adrenaline rushing through the veins and the sunlight strays shining through the blinds of your room.

It was always fun to be around Yuuji, seeing him smile and grow into someone he could be proud of. You knew him since you changed to his middle school and up until now you two were like the sun and the moon. Inseparable and completing each other but opposites nonetheless.

He was the light that helped people to grow, the warmth of a sunny evening that would touch the hearts of the ones around him, while you were always swaying between flood and tide, shining only on the ones who couldn’t sleep at night.

Watching him was blinding you, though you couldn’t look away. He was always in the spotlight, not that it was his intention but people were naturally drawn to his outgoing personality and comedic behavior, like moths to the light. He was loud, wild and carefree but it was the silent nights you enjoyed the most.

It was just him lying in the field of freesias, while you made flower crowns out of them, placing them on his disheveled hair as he smiled up at you like he just won a prize. Sometimes he would braid your hair with the flowers inside of them, telling you how it looked good on you and that he wanted to do that more often. It was sure that when the sun goes down, the moon would grace the sky but when you looked at him like that, under the starry lights, it was like the sunlit day and the moonlit night would merge with each other, creating the impossible paradise you two found. Just like the others you were naturally drawn to him like gravity and there was no way you could turn around and leave him. So, you just kept him company until you were sure that he would leave you.

Your feelings for Yuuji ran deeper than any roots of a million years old trees, they were stronger than any natural force in the universe and they weighed heavier on you than any stone you could find on earth.

At first it was a light feeling of a crush, just like a summer breeze making you feel a little lighter when you were around him. Slowly, it turned into something you couldn’t name, it was more than a crush but surely you wouldn’t call it love just yet. It was a tingling feeling in your gut every time he looked at you and a prickling sensation on your skin where he left his touches. Though you were aware of your emotions and the way your thoughts on him shifted, you weren’t ready to approach him as more than a friend.

It was no secret that Yuuji had a great fan base of girls and occasionally boys. He was popular among young and old alike. While you waited and watched how person after person confessed their feelings to him, your inability to own up to your feelings made it harder for you to speak up. The butterflies in your stomach turned into a turmoil of clashing thoughts that crushed you into the ground, making you feel like it was getting harder to breathe.

It felt like he was moving further away and you could only stop him by screaming his name. Of course you two still talked to each other and you acted like everything was totally fine, even though it was quite the opposite of it.  As hard as you tried to call out to him, every time you opened your mouth you just started to cough. Those uncontrollable attacks grew more frequent, especially when you were alone with your thoughts.

The first time you realized that something was definitely wrong was during another one of those coughing attacks and you felt how something fell out of your mouth and into your hand. Opening the fist of yours, you could see something small, something in the color of red but it wasn’t blood, it was something that looked just like a flower petal.

The thought alone was scaring you, how did that even come out of you, no chance a plant would grow inside of your body. At first though, you didn’t want to visit the doctor and chose to take normal medicine to treat your sore throat. The attacks kept coming and going but in front of others you could normally hold yourself back, sometimes you still found one or two petals falling to your feet but never once did you make a doctor’s appointment.

Until on that one particular day.

It was on the weekend, the day just started for you and you already got a phone call from the boy that was haunting your dreams and occupied your mind. He was talking about how the two of you should definitely go to the fields again and he had some exciting news for you to hear.

To be honest, you couldn’t stop the fast beating of your heart, the moment he told you that he had something to tell you. Something inside of you wanted to believe that maybe it would be a proclamation of love at your favorite spot. Of course you agreed to meet up with him and somehow it felt a little easier for you to breathe. Like those "imaginary" branches inside your lungs finally made some space for fresh air to rush in.

Arriving at the agreed time you could already see his figure standing there, hands shoved inside the pockets of the red jacket he always wore. He looked like the same Yuuji as always, he looked like your Yuuji and as he turned around you could see how his face broke out into a bright smile. Instantly a wave of contentment rushed through your body, it was nearly silly that he could make you feel like that. How just one smile, no, just the look of him made your heart beat in the rhythm of your favorite song, your lips lift up into a real smile and your skin prickled in anticipation, feeling every passing gust of wind.

It was bordering on crazy how far you fell for him and that your love was engulfing all of you that you couldn’t even move anymore. Still, you moved forward, ready to fall all over again.

Right when you reached the top he took your arm and pulled you with him, both of you falling into the sea of blooming dreams.

Landing on the ground you could hear the loud and melodic laugh of your friend, obviously enjoying the little stunt you two just performed. You turned your head to the side to catch a glimpse of his face and he took your breath away. He just laid there, eyes closed and laughter tumbling out of his mouth. He looked so genuinely happy it felt like flowers were blooming inside of your chest, the butterflies residing in your stomach flying around.

He caught his breath again and turned to also look at you. Your eyes met and you could gaze into his almond looking eyes, drowning in the comfort he radiated.

Right then and there you wished you’d had the ability to just put the time on hold. You wanted to watch him smile at you like that for the rest of your life, wishing for this moment to never die, a part of you didn't even care anymore if he loved you back. Every fiber of your body just wanted to be by his side, no matter what he thought of you. Still, you couldn’t deny the yearning inside your heart, like a flower that tried to reach out for the sunlight.

Suddenly he sat up, taking your hands into his to pull you up and looked you straight in the eyes. “Alright, I wanted to tell you something important, so could you hear me out?”, he asked you, excitement evident in his voice. Seeing him so earnest made you shudder and you couldn’t trust your voice, so you just nodded your head.  “Great! Actually you’re the first person I’m telling it and yeah… wow somehow I’m nervous.”, he chuckled and the fact that he was nervous directly transferred over to you, making you feel even more jiddy. “Okay, I guess I’ll just tell you. I ehm.. I have a girlfriend! I think you might even know her, she went to the same high school…”, the rest of what he was telling you was drowned out by your roaring thoughts.

Terushima Yuuji. The Terushima Yuuji, your best friend, had a girlfriend? How did that happen? You wished you could listen to what he was saying but no matter how hard you tried to, your mind just slipped elsewhere. The news came crashing down on you, like standing underneath an ice cold waterfall. Honestly, if you’d stand underneath one in that moment, you’d want to drown in it. You fell hard and you fell all over again but you also fell into nowhere, no one ready to catch you. The part in you that hoped to hear a confession from him withered away, petal after petal falling into the pit where the shards of your heart can be found. Well, you did hear a confession, even a confession of love, just not for you.

It felt like roses were wrapped around your bleeding heart, their thorns piercing through it.

You had truly lost him to someone in the past and now there was no way for you to make him hear your voice again. It wasn’t disappointment you felt, it wasn’t anger you felt and it wasn’t sadness. It was a tight feeling in your throat, you felt like you would choke on all the emotions that went through you. You felt restricted and you lifted your hands to your chest, pressing against it to try and relieve the pain you felt.

All your pent up emotions were exploding inside of your ribcage, threatening to rise up your throat, so you only had the choice to either spit them out or to choke on them. You couldn’t hold back the cough, something blocking your throat and you desperately tried to get some air in your lungs. Fear was consuming your mind as it was getting harder and harder for you to control yourself. One of your hands clasped against your mouth because you already feared the sight of colorful petals rushing out of you. You wanted to understand what was going on but you weren’t able to grasp a coherent thought, your body shaking uncontrollably.

The feeling of two hands on your shoulders brought you back to reality and you tried to look at the person holding you. Your sight was blurry due to the tears in your eyes, the pain of barely getting enough air and the ache in your throat causing you to tear up. “Y/n, what’s happening?”, Terushima pulled you up until you were standing, or rather leaning into him.

“Please, do you need water? You have to try and tell me something.”, he panicked and moved you with him downhill. “If you don’t stop we need to get help. I’ll drive you to the hospital.”, abruptly you stood still and shook your head no. It couldn’t be that severe that you really needed to go to the hospital. It’ll probably pass soon, just like always. You wanted to tell him that but you still struggled with stopping your attack. It was never this strong before and you didn’t know why it was now all of the sudden. “Y/n it’s not getting better, I don’t care if you don’t want to go, I’m just gonna pick you up.”, he threatened you and in an instant you felt your feet being lifted off of the ground. He was holding you bridal style and ran towards his car, while you just tried to stay conscious.

I’m sorry but my friend needs help please, she’s been coughing all the time and it didn’t stop for a second!”, you could hear footsteps rushing over to you and a pair of hands guided you through the room. Terushima’s voice rang after you through the hallway, “Wait, I need to go with her!”. His voice sounded so scared and you wanted to turn around, telling him that everything will be fine but you couldn’t. Not only because your body was shaking from all the coughing but also because you knew you couldn’t bear to look at him right now. You heard how a nurse spoke up and tried to calm him down but it wasn’t that easy for you to hear. It was like cotton was pressed against your ears, muffling all the noises around you. Reaching a room, you sat down on a bed and tried to concentrate on what the doctor was talking about to the nurse. It was all in a blurr, your senses slowly shutting down.

The hand that covered your mouth started to lose the strength to stay in place and so a rush of petals came out with your coughs, sinking down and piling up in a mess of your emotions on the white floor. After that you couldn’t really remember much, your mind drifting off into a bitter sweet slumber.

Awoken from a loud beeping sound, your eyes tried to open but the bright light behind your eyelids made it nearly impossible. “Oh, so you're awake.”, a female voice rang in your ear as you turned your head to the side and forced one of your eyes to open up. A woman, probably a nurse, stood next to your bed working on the machine you were apparently plugged to. Trying to push yourself up into a sitting position you heard the nurse talk to you again. “Wait, take it easy. I’m gonna go and get the doctor, so he can explain the situation to you but I need you to stay put alright?”, she exclaimed and before you could reply in any way she turned around and rushed out of the door.

Now you remember, you were in the hospital. Looking over to the spot where the mess of flowers should be, you could see it all gone. Right, somehow your body produced flowers and they were probably the reasons why you had a hard time breathing. At least you were brought into the hospital on time before you choked to death.

Realization hit you like a road truck and you nearly fell from the bed. Terushima brought you to the hospital. He brought you here because you two met up. And you two met up because he had to tell you something important to him. He had a girlfriend.

The twing inside of you came back, the memories of his words rushed into your mind. It was so ridiculous how you got the worst attack with the hardest pain right in the moment he told you he had someone else he loved. It felt like life was looking down on you, cruelly laughing and testing how far a human heart can bend until it would snap in two.

You remembered how the pain bored deep into your bones and how moving and breathing was near impossible. Even though you should probably be concerned about your own health, the hurt of Terushima’s confession slightly overshadowed the uneasiness you felt towards the whole situation.

Terushima Yuuji had a girlfriend and it wasn’t you. His love would shine on someone else so they could bloom under his light and his warmth would bring someone else the comfort of home. He wouldn’t be your Yuuji anymore, he never was. Now, he was just Terushima a good friend of yours, well, more likely your best friend but the thought of being so close to him and not being as close as you wished to be, hurt you too much. People could call you a bad friend but you wouldn’t care because after you leave this building, you need time for yourself to heal.

The sun would go down instead of rising for you and sure, it might have been stupid of you to try and reach the sun, when you were nothing more than the moon. Not to be compared with Icarus, who flew too close to the sun and fell down into the sea in which he drowned. No, you weren’t even close enough anymore to feel the heat of the sun. It was only natural for you to not get close to him because when the sun rises the moon would go down and when it was time for the moon to shine, the sun would move to the other side.

You swam so deep in the sea of thoughts that you nearly missed the pair of footsteps passing through the door. Your eyes followed the noise and you could see the nurse from before but this time a doctor accompanied her.

They didn’t beat around the bush too much, introduced them, asked you how you were feeling and then they dropped the bomb. Apparently, you suffered from a disease called “Hanahaki”, which was a pretty rare disease and affected your respiratory system. More specifically it meant that a flower was growing inside of your lungs and it would eventually lead to the point where the plant would hinder you from breathing or even making it impossible for you to breathe. To say you were confused was an understatement. You sure weren’t working in the field of medicine but never did you hear of the Hanahaki disease. Well, they did say it was rare but it was still unbelievable. What on earth would cause a flower to grow inside of your lungs.

They showed you an x-ray of your lungs. There you could see it, the flower. And not any flower, no, it was a freesia. You’ve seen it so many times you were one hundred percent sure about it. The doctor must have seen the shocked look inside your eyes and fastly continued with his explanation. You weren’t prepared to hear about your disease but you sure as hell didn’t expect what he was telling you next. The reason behind all of this was nothing more than simply love. Unrequited love to be exact. The moment you heard those words coming out of his mouth, you felt how your heart sank into your stomach.

So, this is what you get for loving too hard. Not only a broken heart but also a deathly disease. Just great.

Moving on he told you about the options you had.

Option 1: going under surgery and getting the flower removed, which would cure you and ultimately lead to you forgetting about the feelings you had for Terushima. Still, another side-effect might be to completely forget the person you loved.

Option 2: die. Simple as that, just dying. The plant would keep growing until it blocked every way for you to breath.

After they told you everything you needed to know, they stepped out of the room, giving you some time to think things through.

If you’d go under the surgery you would be able to be alive and even get to free yourself from the pain you felt due to the unrequited love. You would forget every single ounce of love you harboured for him. Though the risk would be there for you to forget him as a person as well.

Every memory you had would be erased and he wouldn’t be your friend anymore, only a stranger. Is this what they should’ve been from the beginning? Nothing but perfect strangers? Losing him as your possible partner was hard and painful but losing him completely? That was like losing the only possibility for you to catch a glimpse of sunlight. You didn’t want to be stuck in the dark without him. Sure, there was the possibility that you wouldn’t forget him and even if you did, you wouldn’t remember it and so there would be no feelings of a loss, right?

Things could go so easy and you could just move on from the spot you were currently rooted in and though you might not remember it afterwards, you know it right now. You know what you would leave behind, all the hardships you’ve been through together and all the moments you just felt like forever wasn’t too far away. The others might call you stupid for even considering the other option but for you it was just part of loving him.

When you moved on he’d be with someone else but not completely out of reach. If you forget though, he’d be gone out of your life, at least for good. Still, you were sure that even if he’d know that you forgot him, he’d try everything in his possibilities to make you remember. But what if you don’t? Would it break him, knowing you would never remember all of your little adventures again? Would he lose trying?

It wasn’t clear if you could learn to remember again after the loss but from what the doctor’s told you, there weren’t really big chances. Maybe you two would learn to be friends again? You two became great friends once, so why not a second time? Though, it would be even more hurtful if you two wouldn’t become friends again. Could he let you go like that? Could he accept the fact that you two wouldn’t be the same as before? You knew that if he’d be the one to forget, you probably wouldn’t. Even if you’d two be friends again, who would assure you that you wouldn’t fall for this idiot again? Falling too far again and landing right back to the position you were currently in.

There was a knock on the door and as you turned your head towards it, you could see Terushima leaning against the doorframe, his body radiated exhaustion but concern was clear in his eyes. “Hey there, the nurse said I could come and visit you, as long as you would allow it.”, his voice was unusually wavering and all you wanted to do was hug him and assure him that you were okay.

He walked next to the bed and once again took one of your hands into his. “What did the doctor say? Is everything okay now?”, he asked you and the worry in his voice resulted in tears welling up in your eyes, you just couldn’t help it. Here he was, the person you loved with everything you had and also the reason behind your suffering.

How could life be so unfair? Who did you murder or hurt in your past life? How deep did you fall that it had to come this far.

The moment he saw the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks, he fell into panic. “Wh-What’s going on y/n? What did they say? I mean if you don’t want to tell me it’s fine, I can call your parents and when they arrive I can leave. Y/n I-”, you efficiently shut him up with your hand covering his mouth. It was already enough that he was so panicked, even though he didn’t know what would happen to you, you didn’t want him to leave now too.

“Don’t leave I-”, you stopped mid sentence but not because you had to cough again, but it was just too hard to tell him. You knew it would devastate him, knowing his best friend could die soon, who wouldn’t be?

“I… they told me that I was sick.”, your voice trailed off and you could see how his eyes were fixed on every word you said and so you lowered your hand back into your lap. “It’s called Hanahaki and is actually quite rare.”, your hands were balled into fists as your eyes wandered down, trying to avoid his blazing gaze. “And how sick?”, you could make out the light tremble in his voice, you knew that he was trying to control himself to not just bombard you with all of his questions. “Well, it’s called the Hanahaki disease and apparently that attacks my respiratory system, my lungs to be more exact.”, you confessed and when you didn’t hear an immediate reaction, your eyes moved up to catch his stunned expression. His eyes were wide open, mouth agape from the shock and his whole body tensed up. His face looked nearly funny to you but you knew there was nothing funny about this situation. He made a move to stand up but he instantly fell back on the bed, hands balled up into fists. He stared on the floor and you could see how he clenched his teeth, jaw locked into place.

“And how did this happen? Can it be cured?”, he asked the question you didn’t have an answer on, well technically you had but it wasn’t that easy. You wanted to tell him that it was something that is the result of normal natural occurrences and not because you loved him. You wanted to tell him that you can be cured but not with the cost of losing him. How can you look at him and tell him that you’ve made the decision to just… let it go.

You didn’t want to cut off your feelings for him, your love rooted so deep inside of your soul. Taking the flower out of your body meant taking a part of you away and denying your love. You might be free from it afterwards and wouldn’t remember what you’d lost but right now you know. You knew what you’d give up on and sure giving up on life might sound totally irresponsible and stupid as the other option but you wanted to live life without regrets.

And you didn’t regret your feelings, no, you never once did. You loved but you loved with everything you had and that was enough for you. Regretting your emotions would mean regretting all of the happy moments he gifted to you.

No, you didn’t regret, you just kept on loving.

You leaned forward until your right hand could get a hold of his chin, turning his face towards yours, so he was looking at you. When your gazes met, you swore a shard of your heart bored into your flesh. He looked so sad, so hopeless, it was hurting you. You wanted to wipe that expression off of his face and turn his lips into a grin, but you knew that whatever truth you were gonna say, it wouldn’t make him smile like he normally would.

“Yuuji, the only way would be surgery, but that might come with some complications and could result in memory loss and that’s not what I want.”, you told him in a hushed voice, trying to keep him calm, even though you knew that the words you just ushered would have the complete opposite effect. He tried to move back but you just grabbed his face with both of your hands, forcing him to look at you. “You don’t want the surgery? Y/n are you crazy?! If it’s attacking your lungs it might lead to your… to your d-”, his voice broke and not only that but you knew that you broke that boy in front of you with your words. He wasn’t even trying to hide the tears that were welling up behind his eyes but you won’t take your words back. You will stand your ground.

“I know, Yuuji. Don’t you think that I know? But I don’t want to go on if I forget you.”, his lips were pressed on each other and tears were now running down his cheeks. Your fingers wanted to wipe them away but you knew you couldn’t do it. You knew you caused it.

“Y/n I thought you were the smart one of us, why would you make such a ridiculous decision. You think that you could throw life away that easily?!”, he was mad and how mad he was but so were you. How could he say that you're doing this so easily? He talked like it didn’t break your heart to make that decision.

“Do you really think that it’s easy for me? You think that it’s fine with me to just pass away and leave all of you behind like that? Well, then you’re really the dumb one!”, you nearly screamed at him. He just stared at you, eyes wide and you could see that he was trying to understand you, he really did.

“Yuuji, it’s nothing but hurting me to make that decision but do you want to move on, knowing you’d forget everyone? I don’t want that okay? I don’t want to live a life that isn’t fully me and start to regret things. Because without you I’m not completely me, do you understand? Actually I don’t expect you to understand and I don’t expect you to accept it ‘cause I know you’re hurting too.”, your voice was wavering, pumped full with all of your raw emotions.

All of this was too much for you and a part of you wished that you could cut off your emotions but that was exactly what you didn’t want to do. You didn’t want to suppress your feelings because every single emotion was meant to be felt. There was shortcut not other way around, no, you just have to own up to them and feel them with everything you have, even if it hurts you. Denying them would be fruitless and end in more misery than happiness, you knew from experience.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to upset you and I really don’t think that you’re making your decisions carelessly. It’s just… I’m afraid you know? But I mean, you must be even more afraid than me so I have no right to judge.”, he lifted his hands so they would clasp around yours, the warmth of his hands seeping into your skin.

“No, you have all the right to. It’s not easy for the both of us, it wouldn’t be easy for anyone. I don’t want you to hold back your feelings just because you don’t want to offend me, that would be selfish.”, you shot him a slight smile, everything you could muster right now.

Right then, you two were in your own world again, when day and night collided. This time though, it wasn’t like the gentle paradise where the sun would kiss the moon goodbye. Instead the cloudless morning sky was teared down like wallpaper, the starless midnight blue shining through the holes in the light.

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Sitting here in the field of freesias you recalled his desperate voice in your mind.

“Wait, there has to be something that we can do right? Please y/n, I don’t want to lose you.”

“But you don’t love me.”

#terushima x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu #terushima angst #terushima oneshot #haikyuu x reader angst

[hoodies-n-cola]

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You didn't give a playlist to go with so I just shuffled my whole Spotify library aaaand

Please Remember Me by Tim McGraw

You'll find better love / Strong as it ever was / Deep as the river runs / Warm as the morning sun / Please remember me

Circus by Britney Spears

I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins / Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break / I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage / Better be ready, hope that you feel the same

Welcome Home by The O.C. Supertones

Well, it's times like these / And it's days like this that remind me I'm living in the wilderness / And you don't know when trouble's gonna come your way / Or when God's gonna give or take it away

#not a christian but welcome home slaps #also thank you for practicing reblog karma friendo #ask game

[cheshirechace]

TASK 003 : A HAPPY WORKING SONG

A song that represents your characters best friend.

Hey Leonardo (She Likes Me for Me) - Blessid Union Of Souls

“She likes me for me Not because I sing like Pavorotti Or because I'm such a hottie I like her for her Not because she's phat like Cindy Crawford She has got so much to offer”

It didn’t take long for Chace to understand that the friendship he shared with Alice was special. From his arrival to Wonderland, she was the only one he could spend hours upon hours talking to about anything and everything with. In the beginning, she effortlessly got him to open up to her. As much as Chace likes to deny anyone having cracked the ‘Cheshire puzzle,’ he knows Alice did it a long time ago. In return for a friendship he never felt worthy of, he has promised himself that he’d only ever bring her happiness and remind her as often as possible why she’s so incredible.

A song that represents your character’s first crush.

Wondering - Good Charlotte 

“Ever since I found you I want to be around you I want to get down to the point that I need you”

Growing up, Chace met many people, especially when he discovered his teleportation. But despite all that, however, there was one boy that soon grew to become his best friend for a period of time. Funny enough, they had lived in the same neighborhood for some time. They’d get into mischief almost constantly, but they would always have each other’s backs. Chace’s thirst for knowledge became fulfilled for a moment as this friend silently began to introduced him to all the new feelings of ‘liking’ someone. He was the first person to make Chace feel butterflies, but he was also the first person to introduce Chace to heartache.

A song that represents your character’s teen years.

Welcome To The Party- Pop Smoke

“Baby, welcome to the party Bitch I’m a thot, get me lit”

After discovering what heartache felt like, it wasn’t long before he slowly began to lose himself in the ‘feel good’ vibes of partying. It was nice to be able to numb away the pain, so he did that for a couple of years. Soon he was experimenting with more than just drugs to help him mask the pain heartbreak brought; even though he was always known to be a good time, that didn’t stop Chace from also starting a fight from time to time.

A song that represents your character’s current state of being.

Therapy- All Time Low “Give me a therapy, I'm a walking travesty But I'm smiling at everything”

Chace may always be living life with a grin on his face and partying hard, but his thoughts often lead him down dark places. For as many friends as he seems to have, the guy often feels alone. He couldn’t quite tell you why, but he masks it with the smile he often greets people with. Lately, however, he knows this is all his own doing. While he’s slowly been recovering his pieces, there is still a long way to go.

A song that represents your character’s motivation.

Circus- Britney Spears

“I’m like a firecracker I make it hot When I put on a show I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins Spotlight on me and I’n ready to break I’m like a performer, the dance floor is my stage Better be ready, hope that you feel the same”

Chace performs his best when he is at Wonderland, whether it be socially or mentally. His secret? Listening to the song Circus a couple of time before heading into work. For whatever reason, this song really pumps Chace up. Most of the time, he’s not even the center of attention in Wonderland, but the song helps him get into the mindset he normally has while in the establishment. 

A song that represents your character’s current crush.

Cross My Heart- Mariana Trench

“I wonder what your doing I wonder if you doubt it I wonder how we used to ever go so long without it I don't know where to go I'm going back to you”

For someone who is an expert at running, Chace can’t seem to shake the feeling he is currently feeling. Chace has been doing everything in his power to not face reality, from teleporting far and wide to simply locking themselves up in their room. At the end of the day, though, it doesn’t change that as much as his feet want to run...they keep pulling him in the same direction..

#task3 #wghqtask #wghqplaylist #tw: drug use mention #whew this took me way too long #and i am not happy with it lmao #i tried #but i'll make another one with the other questions soon! #expand your mind ll music ll cheshire's playlist ll

[rightsockjin]

Strawberries and Rose Perfume

Summary: Namjoon just wanted to look at the night sky while you were getting ready to go on a date. What he didn’t count on was how breath taking you looked wearing your strawberry lipgloss and rose scented perfume. What he also didn’t count on was you complete hatred of stepping barefoot on grass.

Rating: K

Genre: Fluff

Word count:4,347

Warnings: No warnings I think? Namjoon is just helplessly in love with reader. If fluff makes you gag then maybe skip it. It’s so sugary that Joon would probably eat this story raw. (In case you don’t know, he loves sugar)

-Admin Kim

“Joon, I don’t know which shoes to wear,” she said from the sliding door that led into my apartment. Her playlist was playing softly in the background. Her voice wafted towards me like a melody. One which I could write lyrics to endlessly. Soothing and comforting, albeit a bit annoying. If there was one line that seemed to describe her it would be what she’d just said.

“I don’t know what shoes to wear.”

Well that and “Joon, I lost my phone-glasses-wallet - purse-ect.”

I chuckled to myself. She may be frustrating, but I knew that I wouldn’t want to deal with any other girl than her. It was never a chore, though I liked to make it seem like it was, sometimes just for the fun of it. I’d roll my eyes and “reluctantly” follow her around while doing none of the work. I’d watch her search the same places that she supposedly already searched, try on the shoes that she’d already considered and wait until she either found her missing object or picked a pair. Only then did I give my input. Usually, this would annoy her but it was a playful angst. It would end in a laugh from both of us and her unasked questions answered.

Today, this moment, could be one of those, and I intended it to be. I looked over my shoulder, away from the starry night sky, eye roll at the ready, a chastising smirk plastered on my lips, but it was whipped almost instantly as my gaze fell on her.

It wasn’t a secret that she was beautiful, gorgeous, the object of my affection and a woman that only truly seemed to exist in literature and romantic movies but in that moment, under the night sky and the spotlight of the moon she was all that and yet it wasn’t enough to describe it. Her hair fell past her shoulders in elegant curls, sleeked with what I assumed was the strawberry hair oil that I loved on her. Her long bangs undulated almost impossibly to the right. Often, I would compare her to the sweet faced bomb-shell women of the fifties and sixties. Innocent looking with just the right amount of moxy sex appeal that could drive, and has driven me on multiple occasions, a man mad.

It wasn’t even that she was showing skin or the shortness of her skirt, because the dress she wore was neither revealing or cut inappropriately. No, it was the way that the Champagne chiffon hugged her figure nearly like a second skin. The skirt, ruffled subtly and flared just above her knees. The miles of silky, pearlescent legs that I could trek through  without a single drink of water until reaching the oasis that lay at the end seemed to taunt me. Her feet were bare and I could barely make out a pink glimmer from her manicured toes. Attached to her delicate fingers were two different heels. One, a stiletto and the other a wedge. Both were a soft brownish rose color that would go well with the floral design on the bodice of her dress. Both were suitable but I knew she wanted to wear the former. The wedges were her safety shoe. This was her way of asking if she would have to walk a lot.

It was moments like right then that I realized how well I felt I knew her… Her quirks.  Her mannerisms. The way she’d bite her lips when I didn’t give an immediate answer. Her reflex to cover the silence with explanations and conversations. I was never one for the mystical but, like a psychic, I could predict her every move in the immediate future.

“I just don’t know if I can handle walking very far in these,” she started holding up the four inch heels in her right hand, “but these might be a little too informal? If we don’t have to walk a lot then I thought I’d wear-”

There she went. Speaking about shoes as if her words would register in my brain then. She spoke a lot, a quirk that seemed to fit quite well with my own comfort zone of speaking only when I felt it necessary. She spoke without limit, without embarrassment or resentment. She sometimes spoke as if she would never be able to speak again and I loved to sit and listen to her. She could be talking about paint drying- and she had before as she enjoyed painting and she was always debating about what type of primer to use or if oil was better than paint thinner- and I was enthralled, but the way that the light from the living room seemed to give her an ethereal glow seemed to have made me deaf.

Blessed were the men who could see her now, and I was one of them. The only one in fact, to see her right then, in this state somewhere between ready to go and still fixing herself up. There was a light glimmer to her lips that were rapidly moving. A sparkle from her cupid’s bow and the tip of her nose. I could smell the rose perfume she liked to wear all the way to where I stood. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and I realized that she’d stopped talking at some point as I unabashedly checked her out.

It was then that I also realized that I still had my back to her and I became aware that my mouth was hanging open slightly. I cleared my throat subtly and turned my body fully to face her. Like the angel that she was, she simply stood on the wooden patio and waited for a response to whatever she had just probably explained in full detail that I had disregarded unintentionally. A wave of fear flushed through my veins. She didn’t take kindly to being ignored and even though I hadn’t meant to, it would probably hurt her feelings that I hadn’t listened.

She smiled awkwardly as I blinked at her Bambi-like eyes searching for the answer that she wanted. This, I soon realized, was a terrible idea. Her eyes were like twin black holes in which their gravity seemed inescapable and unavoidable. Beautiful and deep. I would have gladly jumped into them without regards for what would happen if I did. Maybe it was the way that she did her eye shadow or the eyeliner or the way her lashes fluttered in the night’s breeze, but they seemed brighter. The color of them accentuated with the slight blush of her eyelids. Absolutely perfect. This is what that word referred to. It wasn’t an equation, or a term, it was her. She was absolute perfection.

“Joonie, not to rush your thought process but it’s kind of cold out here and we’re going to be late to the reservation…”

This broke my concentration on the windows to her soul instantly. I shook my head to try to keep the fog that was my girlfriend from blurring my thoughts.

“I’m sorry Love,” I heard my voice say in English, “come over here.”

She quirked a dark eyebrow and glanced at the grass between myself and her then at her bare feet.  I held out a hand for her to take and smiled reassuringly. Still, she glanced at the grass a bit reluctant but took four tentative steps towards me. I then employed my eye roll and smirk. She was such a-

“Princess,” I joked, a chuckle escaping my lips as her own turned up at the corners. The hand with the wedge shot up to her chest feigning hurt.

“I resent that sir,” she groaned.

“You are such a princess, y/n,” I confirmed taking another step closer to her and extending my other hand out as well. An invitation of sorts.

“You can barely stand on the patio barefoot without standing on your toes to avoid getting your feet dirty.”I glanced at her feet and true to my words, she was standing on what Jimin might call a releve but I would simply call tip toes. Her calf muscles popped out like they were sculpted from marble.

I watched her glance down as well. It was a habit she’d developed. Something she no longer realized she was doing. When she noticed what I had, she groaned in defeat but stayed on her toes to avoid touching the dirty ground. She let the shoes fall to her sides with a loud clatter. Her head lulled back. On instinct, I reached out in case she fell back but her balance, though she was nearly as clumsy as myself, was nearly impeccable.

“Okay fine, I’m a princess,” she straightened up, reaching for my extended arms, “sue me.”

There was less than an inch between the tips of her fingers and mine but I wasn’t going to make it easy for her. We locked eyes, I raised an eyebrow, a challenge which she pouted at before she took two more steps to the edge of the patio and our fingers touched.

I remembered the first time that we held hands. At that time, the slightest touch or glance sent my senses into overdrive and while even now, a glance from her picturesque eyes sent my brain and other areas on my being into a frenzy, it was much more manageable now. She was like a drug that I slowly became accustomed to. That was addicting to the point of ridiculous and yet I didn’t care. The comforting burn that her fingers sent to my heart felt like sitting by a campfire or a fireplace while I read. My heart still raced but it no longer made me panic. Instead, the adrenaline was the perfect high.

I wrapped my fingers around hers and felt just how cold her hands were. Like ice. I took another step towards her and held her hands between my own.

“Oh baby I’m so sorry. Your hands are really freezing,” I said, cupping them before my lips and blowing warm air into them. She scrunched her nose up in that way that she did where it reached her eyes. It was adorable. The warmth in my chest seemed to heat a bit more as I kissed her knuckles one by one. I watched her expression melt into something much softer. Her pink lips upturned once again.

“Yes, I am freezing so can you please just choose a pair of shoes so I can go back inside and finish fixing my hair?”

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at what I felt was flawless hair, then at her face to see if she was kidding, but I saw no signs of mirth.

“But,” I paused once again waiting for her to say she was joking, “your hair looks fine.”

She rolled her eyes and leaned forward a bit to rest her hands on the pads of my medium grey smart suit. I readjusted my hands onto her cinched waist and squeezed slightly as a reassurance that I had her. Always, forever, any time she needed me. I would be there to hold her up.

“Just fine won’t cut it when I’m around you.”

I couldn’t help but scoff at the ridiculousness of her statement. I knew that there was a certain level of put togetherness that was expected of myself and being with me made her feel like she too had to uphold them, but she did this without the amount of effort that she seemed to be exerting at this moment.

“You look more than just fine My Love,” I answered giving in and taking yet another step closer so that I could kiss her forehead, “You look breathtaking.”

She chuckled, letting her arms wrap around my neck. Her chest was pressed against mine and her ever tempting lips were centimeters from mine. I held myself at bay, instead busying my lips with a smile.

“You seem to still be breathing, Mr.Kim.”

Without a second thought, I dramatically filled my lungs with air and held my breath. My cheeks puffed out and eyes screwed shut, I made a show of swooning for my girlfriend. I heard her scoff at my antics but no sooner than her melismatic giggle hit my ear drums did her lips descend on my pursed ones in a small peck.

The sticky lip gloss on her lips stuck to mine as she pulled away. The scent of strawberries wafted up to my nose almost instantly. I couldn’t help but lick my lips, letting the breath I was holding escape my mouth.

“You are such a dork, Namjoon,” she giggled as I smacked my lips together to make sure I’d licked it all off.

“You know I love that lip gloss,” I commented, ignoring her comment.

“I do,” she confirmed tapping her nose on mine. Butterflies seemed to riot in my abdomen. Behind us, a Chet Baker song began to play, a slow jazzy tune that I remembered Taehyung playing multiple times once upon a time.

“You do?”

“Mhm.”

I bent my knees slightly and wrapped my arms just under her butt. She saw what was coming a second before I enacted my thoughts. I carried her off the patio and onto the grass, far enough that she’d have to take several steps to get back inside. Her head was slightly above mine so I had to look up. There was fear in her pretty eyes as she looked at the vast plot of green. The trees surrounding us served as cover from the rest of the world. If I let myself, I could believe it was just us in this world.

“Namjoon, take me back,” She groaned, hugging around my neck for support.

“Dance with me,” I argued, smiling at her. She was so cute when she was panicking.

“Namjoon,” she snapped as I tilted my head completely unbothered by her sharp tone, “I am very much bare foot and that is grass.”

“So?”

She sighed and buried her face in my neck. Her nose nuzzled into my pulse point. I couldn’t help but melt. The way that she seemed to fit into my side like she was the other half of a puzzle made up of us never failed to lighten my spirits. It was only in movies that I saw relationships like the one that I was living.

“So…” she scoffed, “You’re wearing your shoes already so you don’t have to worry about the dirt or insects. It’s unfair. Let me change into my shoes and then I’ll come back out and we can dance for a little.”

I held her closer, if that was even possible, and kissed her shoulder. I could breathe her in all day if she let me.

“I have a better idea,” I said turning back towards the fence I’d been facing when she first walked out and carefully set her down. Instantly, when her feet touched the blades of green foliage, she squealed and hopped from foot to foot as if it was stinging her.

I couldn’t help but laugh as she glared at me. She shoved me weakly on the shoulder with her petite hand which I caught by the wrist.

“Namjoon, I told you that I didn’t want to step on the grass! What if there’s ants or something?”

I pressed a kiss to the back of her fingers before I set her hand at her side.

“There aren’t any ants,” I assured as I kneeled down before her, beginning to untie my dress shoes. I could feel her gaze on my head. I knew what this must have looked like to her and I couldn’t help the slight guilt that gripped my heart at the thought of her expression.

“You’re not-”

I snapped my head up with an apologetic grimace, “No, I’m sorry I know what it looks like but no…”

There were tears in her beautiful eyes from the excitement of what she had hoped this was. They flowed over her rouged cheeks and onto her neck. I feared that they’d changed into tears of disappointment for a second before she began to laugh. I finished taking my shoes off as a relieved smile crossed my lips.

“Oh my God, you scared the crap out of me Namjoon,” she said between fits of giggles. She was prone to laughter in stressful situations. Was it inappropriate? Maybe. But it was her coping mechanism. I knew she must have been a little hurt.

I tossed my shoes and favorite pair of lucky socks aside as a fresh fear ran through my suddenly cold body. If I were to propose to her, would she have said no?

I straightened. A fake smile was plastered to my face as I let myself chuckle every now and again with her resounding laughter. She was doubled over, her tears coming in streams.

“I didn’t realize that you were so scared of marrying me,” I half joked as I stroked her back in what I hoped was a soothing motion. Though it was more to soothe me than it was her.

She took a deep breath, straightening her back so that she could look at me. Her left hand was covering her lips. Her eyes were scrunched nearly shut.

“I thought you wanted to propose to me,” she managed to say as she tried to calm her breathing. A couple of giggles punctuated her attempts but she was clearly calming down.

I waited patiently, my hands behind my back. She wiped a couple of stray tears from the apples of her cheeks. Even with this fear, I couldn’t help but admire the way her eyes sparkled when they were wet. It was normal for her to cry often. She was highly empathetic and felt things strongly so she often cried when she laughed or when she was stressed, or angry. While I didn’t like her being in distress, I couldn’t deny how beautiful she looked with her eyes coruscating.

Finally, she let one last breath escape her lips and she reached for my hand. Panic was beginning to set in. Was I making a huge mistake?

“Me proposing to you is scary?”

I held out a hand to her as the song in the house changed once again. A slow fox trot type of song breezed around us. Our lack of shoes was forgotten, she took my hand and I pulled her into my embrace. Both of her hands were locked behind my neck. I gently placed my own on her waist. Together we swayed to the song with a content smile. My hands were clammy on her dress.

“No, of course not,” she paused but I could sense a rebuttal in her tone, “but,” yep there is was, “it does make me a little nervous for how everyone will react.”

I let my hands slip down to her hip and circled her pelvis with my thumbs.

“You mean our families?”

“Yes, and your fans…”

A slight shiver ran through my body as multiple worst case scenarios flashed in my mind’s eye. The dangers of truly being with me had never been something I had taken lightly -- nor had she -- but it was conversations like this that brought my anxiety to the brim of my metaphorical cup. The thoughts swirled like they did in the pensive in Harry Potter, with flashes that I couldn’t bring myself to dive into, fearing they might become my reality.

We’d had this particular conversation multiple times in different presentations. First, what it would mean for her, a beautiful, young girl, to be my friend- not to exclude the rest of my group- then, what it would mean for her to date me. What it would mean for us to go public, and what consequences would be. Then finally, now, the last of these conversations; what it would mean for us to get married. And this one was the most terrifying one yet.

With my left hand, I pulled one of her arms free from around my neck, entwining my fingers with my palm facing the back of her hand. She let me without complaint. Slowly, I eased her palm onto my chest where I knew she could feel my heart beating. Maybe it was following the tune of her voice. It felt like it beat much stronger whenever she spoke. I wanted her to feel it too. Feel the way that my whole being seemed to vibrate to whatever frequency she was.

Always.

She clenched her fingers around mine and let her eyes fall shut. A breeze rolled by, sweeping her hair away from her round cheeks. A strand stuck onto her eyelashes but she didn’t seem to care. She had goosebumps on her exposed arms, where the fluttering fabric of her dress didn’t touch because of the wind. Like two flower petals they billowed against her perked skin. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was covered in goosebumps because of the weather, or because of the feeling that seemed to waft in the air around us.

“You know as well as I, that there will always be people who don’t want this,” I began, gesturing with my head between the two of us, “but you also know, as well as I do, that I will do everything I can to keep you safe,” I rested my forehead on hers, letting my eyes fall shut as well, “and as long as you will have me, all that matters is how you and I feel. Okay?”

With her eyes firmly closed, she nodded against my head. I snaked my free arm around her waist, pulling her impossibly close to me, our hands between our chests. From this position, I could feel her heartbeat as well. Maybe I was imagining it, but from my perspective, they were beating in sync.

“You know…” She paused as we swayed like the leaves of a thick tree and the song behind us swelled with emotion, “I could tell you I love you-”

“And why wouldn’t you?’

“No, I am. I do,” she giggled. Her rose perfume seemed to hypnotize me. In my mind’s eye, I was twirling her to the tune in an old fashioned tux. She was wearing dancing heels and her lips were dark. It was all in black and white save for the color of her eyes and we smiled like they smile in those old movies. A flawless fox trot. A perfect tango. A picturesque scene.

“So what’s stopping you from saying it?”

She giggled as I placed a soft kiss to her forehead and I turned us on the spot. The grass was cold under my toes but it was irrelevant. I could feel her on her toes as we danced and couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Nothing. It’s just,” she pulled her face from mine and I opened my eyes. Ripped from the film in my head.

“Just what My Love?”

There was a frown on her pretty lips and a wrinkle between her eyebrows that she hated but I adored. It let me know when she was thinking too hard. One more kiss to said wrinkle and her attention was brought back to earth.

“Can you not kiss me when I’m trying to figure out how to word my thoughts properly?”

“I can’t help but kiss you when you look this beautiful,” I countered with a shrug.

I leaned in to try and steal a real kiss from that voluptuous pout, but she stopped me in my tracks with the hand that wasn’t pressed between our bodies. A finger against my puckered lips was all it took.

“Let me finish my thought. It’ll be running through my head all day if you don’t!”

I whimpered, like a puppy after being scolded with no shame, but nodded, encouraging her to continue.

“It’s just that love doesn’t seem like the right word. Not strong enough. I could say that I adore you, but it doesn’t feel right either I just… always…I always…feel this warmth in my chest when I’m with you…and I forget anything that’s bothering me…”

How could she make me melt like this? How was it so easy for her to make me weak in the knees?

“I know exactly what you mean,” I smiled, tilting my head to the side, “there’s things that language just can’t describe. Feelings that can’t be spoken. I’d heard of it before but I never understood it…not until I met you.”

“What a great pick up line,” she laughed and I couldn’t argue. It did sound like something someone would say to a complete stranger to get them to go home with them, but I meant it. I really did. As cheesy as it sounded. As stupid as naïve as I felt, I meant it. Words could no longer describe my emotions and it was something I couldn’t comprehend. It was, however, a relief to know that she felt it as well.

“What can I say?”

“Nothing I guess,” she said, pulling her hand from mine and resting it on my cheek. Something about the way that she delicately circled my jaw with her pinky made my skin burst into goosebumps.

She met my eyes with her own. Electricity zinged through the air. If I was in a cartoon, my eyes would have been in the shape of hearts popping out of my skull as her smile made an appearance.

“I love you,” she whispered like it was the last breath she would ever exhale. In turn she took all the air from my lungs like it should be. I would give her every last breath I had if I could. I’d give her my entire life. I couldn’t help it. I was in love with her.

“Y/n,” I choked out, “I love you too.”

Then finally, her glossy lips were on my own. Following a soft rhythm that felt heavenly after all the back and forward. The strawberry flavor on my tongue seemed to intensify. If there was a heaven, she was the angel that would lead me there.

When we pulled back for breath, I opened my mouth to speak but she beat me to it.

“I think I’ll wear the stilettos.”

I couldn’t help it. I chuckled.

#kim namjoon imagines #namjoon x reader #bts fluff #namjoon fluff #RM #bts imagines #bts suga #bts jin #bts jimin #bts namjoon #bts fanfction #bts Taehyung #bts Jungkook #bts Jhope #bts army #kim namjoon #rap mon bts

[byorder-fanfic]

At The Fair

Summary: It’s the summer of 1924, and Bonnie Gold has his first boxing match at the fair. His father and sisters are watching from the side lines, but will he walk away a champion?

Word count: 2321

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood, description of fighting, slightest hint of racism (it is the 1920s)

Author’s Note: Hiya, I just wanted to say that I LOVE Bonnie, he is my favourite character and I was super excited to write about him, and his relationship with Aberama. However, I don’t use Jack Rowan or Aiden Gillen as my descriptions for the characters. Although I loved their portrayal, they are both white actors playing POC characters, so I’m basing their physical appearance off of Rromani, particularly Rromanichal, people. I’m a white gadje, so please correct me if I have said anything offensive or incorrect in my writing. Hope you enjoy xx

The colours were like a painting, Bonnie couldn't help but thinking. Summer days were always full of light cyan skies, vivid green fields, illuminated by the golden glow of sunshine on flushed skin. His veins were pounding, completely disregarding the heat against his olive-toned skin as he tried to resist the urge to just sprint through the crowds of grinning faces. The urge was subsided by the feeling of his oldest sister's hand on his elbow, forcing him to slow down as she turned her head to survey the decorations. In the whole of summer, the fair was always the most colourful: red and white banners strung from the same peppermint-patterned stalls, everyone dressed up in vibrant summer clothes. It made Bonnie feel a little less self conscious, in just his vest top and bright red shorts, as well as the two boxing gloves weighing down his arms. He was skinny but tall (though not as tall as Esmerelda, he noticed sadly as the two walked side by side), with more subtle muscles than the other boxers. His dad had assured him that he didn't need the hulking build with his punch, but the nagging thought still fluttered in his mind. He was easily distracted from it by the giggle of his youngest sister, Florence, ringing over the excited chatter of the crowds. She was bounding over the grass, swerving between the strangers, not held back by an older sister like Bonnie was. Rather, Naomie was watching her little sister with a bemused smile, making sure to keep the nine year old in sight. The two were getting odd looks, distrustful glares and hateful snarls that the younger one didn't heed, just carrying on in her blissful ignorance. Florence was the only one to inherit their father's mousy brown hair, the other three taking after their mother with curly dark hair. Trailing behind them, Aberama was going slower than the rest. Instead of staring at the decorations or scrutinising the many faces he walked past, he was watching his children.

Little Florence was the picture of happiness, dressed in bright yellow so she wouldn't get lost in her curious exploration of the new surroundings. Gentle Naomie was taking calm strides after her, keeping her smile bright as she gave polite nods to the families she passed. Excitable Bonnie looked just like a kid again in his big gloves, his eagerness to get into the ring for the first time obvious. It reminded him of when he was younger, grinning through his bloodied nose as he proudly showed off his newest medal. But those were schoolground fights in compared to this, Aberama thought with a sting of worry. It's not that he didn't have faith in his son and his hell of a punch, but boxing is an inherently dangerous sport, a danger he didn't want to see his children in. His eyes turned to Esmerelda, a woman now. Just like him, she wore a large coat, standing out in the hot weather. Just like him, she kept a gun at her hip. It was one of the greatest tragedies he'd ever felt when his eldest child decided to join his profession, but he could never refuse his children. That was the exact reason they were there in the fair, marching up to the ring where a man twice Bonnie's size waited to get knocked out by the slight of a boy. He was a fierce fighter, Aberama thought proudly, although the boy's goofy smile and soft heart would have never betrayed it. 

They reached the ring just as a fight ended. A man fell to the floor, nose evidently broken as blood gushed down his lips. He groaned softly, though made no move to get back up and fight. Esmerelda nudged Bonnie softly.

"Make sure you don't end up like that, hey?" She teased gently. With the same mirthful grin, Naomie brought a hand to attempt to ruffle his dark hair, stopped by one of Bonnie's unproportionable gloves. It was gelled back to prevent it from getting in the way, shining in the sunlight, much to the girls' amusement.

"Don't mess your hair up when you fall down," she said, with a snigger.

"But Bonnie always wins," Florence protested loudly as she beamed up at her brother, showing off the gap in her front teeth. Grinning back, Bonnie knelt down to hug his little sister.

"Course I do, Floss," he said, lightly bouncing his glove on her nose. "And I will win this time."

Aberama hummed contentedly, nodding his head to the man who organised this event- Mr Hamish Lee. He was watching Bonnie cautiously, doubt evident in his raised eyebrows. It had taken a lot of convincing to get Bonnie a place at the fair, considering he was only sixteen. But Bonnie insisted he was ready, ready to start proper fights, ready to start the road to become a professional. Eventually, Mr Lee caved. Maybe the boy would win, like his father insisted, and that would be a good day for the bookies. Or, maybe he lost, and he wouldn't have to deal with Mr Gold's persistent badgering. Hopefully. 

"For the next fight," Mr Lee yelled, pausing to get the audience's attention. Children clambered to get to in front of the raised box, adults watching over their heads. "Our champion, Samuel Howard," there were a few cheers as the boxer from the previous round (the one with an intact nose) rose his gloves over his head in premature celebration, showing off his muscular figure. He was taller and broader than Bonnie, Aberama thought with his heart pounding faster than ever before. Then he turned to his son and all worry melted away. Bonnie was grinning, bouncing from foot to foot, already ready to start. Esmerelda nodded to her dad, patting her brother on his back.

"You better get up there, Bon," she said with a smile. "Don't want the fight to start without you."

"He's big, though," Naoime whispered, trying not to unnerve her brother. But Bonnie was still grinning. He was grabbing hold of the ropes, ready to get in, waiting for the call of his name. First, the cheering had to stop, and the conceited boxer had to stop parading about the ring. Aberama moved to stand by his son, clapping his back softly.

"Now, Bon, remember," he said, more sure than he felt. "Keep them on their feet for a bit, make them think it's going his way, and then..."

"Knock him out cold," Bonnie finished with a nod. 

"If you get hurt," Aberama began, holding onto his shoulder. The worry was beginning to show itself.

"Then I'll just carry on," Bonnie said, so steady and sure. 

The cheering ceased. Mr Lee was pointing to where the Gold family stood, signalling for Bonnie to climb under the ropes, and into the spotlight of the summer glow.

"A new competitor." Bonnie stood proud, head raised as he stared down (or, more accurately, up) the larger boxer. There was a sudden hush over everyone, wide eyes staring at his slim figure next to the other, with disbelief. "Bonnie Gold!"

At the roar of his name, Bonnie heard all three of his sisters scream wildly, joining in with the weak cheers of the crowd. He tried to bite back a smile at their enthusiastic screeches, still certain that they would be deafening their neighbours by now.

"Go on, Bon," he heard his dad clap as he took another step forward, already excited to knock the condescending look off of Howard's face. Mr Lee raised his hand in front of their faces, keeping apart purely by convention and eagerness. Their eyes were only on each other, trying not to let the suddenly sharp glare of sunlight in their peripheral cloud their vision. 

"And, fight!"

As soon as his hand was brought back, it was like an invisible wall between the two had fallen. Howard pounced forward, large fist flying towards Bonnie's face, which the smaller boy easily ducked. It was obvious the bigger boxer, just wanted to get this over with, and would only make the fight last as long as one was standing. But Bonnie had a flare of showmanship that wouldn't let it be so simple. Ducking another heavy punch, he made his own hit forward. His glove bounced off the boxer's shoulder, enough to make Howard stumble back. Shocked, he tried to hit again, but Bonnie bat his hand away. The screams behind him carried on, getting louder as the crowd began to cheer more confidently than before. They hadn't seen anything yet, Bonnie thought, allowing excitement to flow through him again. With adrenaline flowing through his veins, he whipped a few punches forward, stronger than his first jab to force Howard to lose his smirk, making him try harder to hit the sixteen year old in the face. Bonnie was proud to see how easily he could get from arrogance to anger, making his aim sloppy. Despite that, he still had a lot of weight behind his attacks, so Bonnie had to drop his gloves in front of his face, stumbling back as he felt a series of harsh thwacks shake his defence.

"C'mon Bonnie!" His dad screamed, somehow louder than Florence's indecipherable screeches.

Bonnie smirked against his gloves, ready for the end. He heard Howard lift his hand back, poising for the next strike. Swiftly, Bonnie dropped his guard. He took a step forward, careful to keep his body grounded as he soared his right fist upwards. The uppercut struck Howard's chin, just as he had planned, with a clang of teeth. The bigger boxer's head was thrown back as he staggered backwards, gloved hands instinctively reaching to clutch his face, but Bonnie was quicker. In a second, he swiped a jab, straight at his nose. He felt the muscles in his arm tense, all insecurities about his toned muscles ceased as he collided with his face. Howard fell backwards, all of him slumping to the floor. Bonnie waited for a second, watching his chest rise and fall as he laid motionless. There was a hush for a moment, as Mr Lee slammed his hand against the ring floor.

One. Two. Three.

Cheers and screams filled his ears as Bonnie swung around to smile at the grinning faces of his sisters and father, who were whooping and yelling, bouncing up and down as they grabbed onto each other. Esmerelda was a little calmer. With a kind smile, she made a motion with her finger to turn around. Bonnie kept his smile from ear to ear as he spun around, soaking up the sound of strangers screaming, holding his gloves in the air and he could almost imagine a spotlight on him. He could almost replace the grass fields with a darkly-lit stadium, almost see the cluster of people below the raised ring multiplied, rows of chairs going back as far as he could see. He won this fight, and that was just the beginning. Bonnie Gold was making his name heard, and it was wonderful to hear it being chanted. The huffs of his chest carried pride, as he saw disbelief fade into impressed grins, and slow, heavy claps. Sweat clung to his skin, the heat of the sun met by a flush under his skin. With a child-like giggle, Bonnie waved over to the crowd as he retreated back to his family, nodding at the wide eyed look at Mr Lee as he clambered over the previous champion and currently unconscious Howard.

Still smiling, he ducked under the rope, practically jumping into his dad's arms.

"Atta boy, Bonnie," Aberama proclaimed, proudly embracing his son. "Well done, we're so proud of you!"

"Cumere, champ," Esmerelda teased as she held her own arms out. Breaking away from his dad, Bonnie wrapped his arms around his older sister, resting his head against her shoulder. "Well done, Bon," she whispered for just the two of them as she hugged him tightly.

As soon as she let him go, Florence was bouncing up and down, tugging on his arms. With a softer look in his dark eyes, he hoisted his little sister up into his arms. She rested herself on his shoulders, hugging him tightly before moving back with a scrunched up nose.

"Gross, you're all sweaty," she complained as she tried to lean back as far away as possible. Bonnie just responded with a menacing grin.

"What was that, Floss?" He said as he gently pushed her closer to his body, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, as she tried to squirm and struggle out of his grasp. "Didn't quite hear you."

"No, Bonnie, stop it!" She squealed through another fit of giggles. Eventually Bonnie relented, placing her back on the grass and far away from his sweaty clothes, and towards their dad, wrapping her hands in his baggy clothes as Aberama threw his head back to let out a loud laugh.

"Yeah, I guess I'm glad you didn't break your nose," Naomie joked as she pulled him into a side hug, grinning up at him. Instinctively, she raised a hand to ruffle his hair, face dropping into disgust as she felt the sticky gel that now coated her palm. "Ugh, gross."

The entire family laughed as she attempted to shake away the gel, scrunching u her nose just like Florence had done seconds ago. Aberama grinned as he watched his family, the three girls in a ring around their brother as they teased and congratulated him, pride and unrelenting happiness at the thought of all the events planned for the future, all the matches Bonnie had yet to win, and he sighed happily. The summer sun itself could not compare to the glow that surrounded the Gold family, as radiant as their name would suggest as they stood in perfect bliss with one another.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fluff #bonnie gold #aberama gold #Esmerelda gold

[samwrights]

Still Into You - Punk!AU [Makki]

I can’t believe this is the beginning of the “end” of this series. Sorry for the long delay, I tend to go in and out with inspiration. Lyrics that are italicized are sung by you.

WARNINGS: Language, nicotine use

Word count: ~4k

Song Used: Still Into You by Paramore

A complimentary playlist can be found » here

Photo credit @scandeniall​ (I’m still so utterly in love with it, bb).

Everything about Makki’s public announcement of his breakup with Momoka was shocking, to say the least. For the most part, though, it seemed not many paid any mind save for the screams that erupted when he kissed you in front of everyone. New life surged within you well after that, giving you the fire and gumption to flow and sway through the energy of the last song—I Don’t Care if You’re Contagious. The song was a swanky creation of Kuroo’s that involved a lot of to and fro motions and lyrics, lines teetering back and forth between the two of you.

As fun and lively as it was, you were far from able to get your mind off of the song that came before it, the song that Makki had sang and wrote for you. Though it was unintentional, rather it was just a way that created fluidity within the set, it was time you returned the favor for the strawberry-brunette.

There was no little speech or segue-way into the song you’d written for Takahiro Hanamaki years ago, only the slow rolling crescendo of a symbol roll from Terushima before the poignant chime that queued your voice. With practiced performance and ease, the words flowed through your mind without concentration. It allowed your mind to wander, arriving at the question of: is this how Makki felt when he sang on stage to you?

And after all this time, I’m still into you.

Did he feel his heart thrumming in his chest out of anxiety and the rumbling of the drums? Did he constantly feel that he was on the verge of accidentally confessing? Did he feel the pride that washed over himself from hearing the audience cheer over a song that was so personal? You searched for the answer in his steel toned eyes.

I should be over all the butterflies

Did he ever think that the two of you would get to confess to each other in the form of art?

I’m into you

The look in his eyes said yes, said come closer. And without a moments hesitation, you sauntered over with microphone in hand, locking your eyes with his. The glassy, glazed over look that was typical of them was replaced with warmth, with longing. It’s raw and ready, and god damnit, you were going to take it.

Let them wonder how we got this far ‘Cause I don’t really need to wonder at all

A smile tightens over Takahiro’s face, causing a single cheekbone to protrude ever so slightly underneath his slightly sagging skin. His lanky form is relaxed, gaunt fingers slapping over the strings of his bass as he vibes to the rhythm. Minimally, he chimes in with his backing vocals but the serene look on his face unearths the peace he feels. It seems that he was just as lost in your own little world as he was.

And on the drive back to my house, I told you that I loved you

As much as you want to spend the entirety of this song gazing into Makki’s endearing eyes—something you’d already done enough of for the evening—you had a job to do. So rather than indulging yourself, you tiptoe and stretch over during the minuscule intermission between lines to place a kiss on your bassist’s cheek before sauntering off to interact with your other bandmates. There’s a slight swagger to your step, confidence fully fueling your strut as you belt every note.

We sang along to the start of forever

Even pre-confession, this song you’d written many years ago brought you to life. It’s vivacious and uplifting, even if you’d wrote it during the prime of your pining. If there could even be a definitive prime, considering you’d fallen fast and hard for Makki with only months in to knowing him.

And after all this time, I’m still into you

Now that you thought about the last twenty-four hours in a strange sense of peace, a part of you wondered how and when you’d even began falling for the bassist. Hanamaki had seen you at your most vulnerable moments—customer service tended to bring out the worst in you on occasion—when you’d been overwhelmed with menial problems. The strawberry-brunette had always been there to console you, encourage you were on the right path in whichever direction you were going. That even, maybe one day while you felt like you weren’t accomplishing enough, you were going to change the world.

Makki had actually told you that once on a blunt cruise. The proclamation had made you chuckle because, while he was applauding your tenacity and drive, he was also simultaneously rebuking your sometimes childlike wonder and tendencies. It was a game of cat and mouse in which you both loved to play since the very beginning, to the point where you wonder if you had loved Takahiro in a past life. That was the only explanation you had for the natural affection that bloomed between the two of you, even back then.

Some things just don’t make sense And one of those is you and I

No matter how much time you spent pondering a pinpoint in the timeline of when and how it all began, you realize it doesn’t matter in the slightest. What matters is the way his teeth are glistening in the spotlight as he bobs and moves along with his instrument. It’s lax yet prominent, a juxtaposition that is very much Takahiro Hanamaki. Very much your Hiro.

Not a day goes by that I’m not into you

And suddenly, as the song comes to closer and closer to the end, you’re swept and overwhelmed with a fondness for the three men that surrounded you on the stage. Not only for the man that grew up to be your person, but Tetsu and Yūji as well. These men, no matter what happened to the band in the future, were your best friends in the entire fucking planet. Considering you were only in your mid to late twenties, depending on your view, your life with them made up the better half of your cognitive years.

Regardless of the relationship between you and Hanamaki and the potential, unforeseeable future after this show, you needed to acknowledge that before moving forward. This could be the end of it all, this could be a make or break moment. But it seemed Makki acknowledges your sudden silent pessimism, that once severed mental connection stronger than ever tonight, by furrowing his brows. His two eyebrow rings move with the hairs as a pout comes to play.

Even on our worst nights

Takahiro was going to have words with you later, after the show. That much was obvious by the way he seems disgruntled at your onslaught of muted lack of perk. You should be happy, over the moon even, and you were. But recounting everything that you had in the last three minutes, you were slightly hesitant to finish this set. As if, once it were all over, Elixir was going to shatter as opposed to continuing being the remedy of your monotonous reality of life.

But there’s a look on Makki’s face, flooding his steely grey eyes that offers reassurance. It’s full of love and it makes you want to run over and kiss him, but your hand and mouth are a little occupied at the moment with a microphone. Instead, you saunter back over in his direction as you close out with your vocal range going higher and higher. The last word drops in intonation as the band ends their own respective parts, your fingers suddenly clutching at the thin fabric of the bassist’s shirt as you pulled him down for a kiss this time.

I’m still into you

“Thanks so much for hanging out with us tonight—we are Elixir if you’re just joining the party. Come visit us at our merch booth and support your local artists!” With the sound of the audience applauding, your bandmates began breaking down all the equipment to load it back up in the van while you were on merch duty. Running quickly over to your table, you began interacting and engaging with recognizable faces that were looking to grab stickers and shirts. Those recognizable faces melded into three very familiar ones—Momoka and the other two girlfriends—and each of them looking incredibly displeased to say the least.

“That was a cute little publicity stunt,” Momoka remarks. Her arms are folded over her chest as she stares you down. “Did you and Makki rehearse that?”

“Oh yeah. The last ten years were a rehearsal and last night we decided to cry over it and just use the stage to put on a show.” You rolled your eyes, fixing up a couple shirts that no longer laid neatly on the table because despite your sassy comeback, her presence was causing you to fidget. Not out of nerves, no. More so out of restraint because you were certain adrenaline was beginning to pump through your veins as a response to fight-or-flight. Momoka only sneers, hardening her glare as if to tell you she was standing her ground. “I don’t know what you want me to say to you—“

“I’d rather you say nothing,” she snapped, “just stay away from Takahiro.” The way his name rolls off her tongue sounds like nails on a chalkboard; like the sound of a worn down pencil eraser where the metal scratches along the paper.

“Bruh, how embarrassing. He broke up with you publicly in front of dozens of people and you’re still defending your non-existent relationship.” You probably shouldn’t have said that. No matter how good it felt to say it, you probably shouldn’t have done it, probably should have been the bigger person.

But with the way Momoka’s poise melts and her arms unfold are her hands are reaching for any part of you she can reach as she lunges towards you, you don’t really have time to ponder your invisible regret. Instead, all you can do is stagger backwards with hands splaying out behind you to brace yourself against the wall behind you. Though you expected to feel the plastic, painted bricks, you are instead met with a damp warmth that greets your skin. “She has a point, Momoka.”

The rich timbre of Makki’s voice sends your heart into erratic throbbing, completely disregarding the fact that the woman before you had quite literally attempted to lay a hand on you. Even in times of peril, nothing compared to the feelings that the man, your man, behind you brought to you. When you came to your senses, you relaxed ever so slightly at Makki’s gentle grip on your shoulders and the way the strawberry-brunette’s chin came to rest atop the crown of your head.

“Quit fucking around, Takahiro.” Momoka all but spits out, fingers clenching and grasping at nothing but air as if she were just itching to have something between her claws; preferably, probably, your throat.

“I meant what I said up there,” Hanamaki’s gaunt thumb gesture languidly towards the stage, all the while his chin remains rooted atop your head, grinding lovingly into your scalp. “We’re through.”

“And, what, you’re with [name] now?” The way Momoka tosses your name out like scrap paper into a waste basket forces the man behind you into the defensive. He’s no longer slouching or hunched over as he holds you protectively. Instead, Makki is standing at his full, six-foot height with his chin jutting out in pride as he nudges you behind him. The strawberry-brunette doesn’t say anything in response, merely prompts his now ex-girlfriend with his challenging pose. “You were literally making fun of her last night at practice and now—“

“She’s also been my best friend for the last ten years, we pick on each other and we picked each other. Now fuck off, Momoka.” Not wanting to entertain her further, Makki wraps an arm around snugly around your shoulder before all but dragging you outside and away from the merchandise table. Apparently it didn’t matter to him if anyone were there or not—he knew you well enough to know that you more than likely needed a nicotine break after the set and after the altercation. “Hey, I’m sorry about her. I probably should have thought out the breakup better than just deciding to do it on stage—“

“Takahiro,” you interrupt after sparking your cigarette and taking the first drag. Slouching as you stood, your free hand rested on your bicep, closing off the relaxed body language despite responding with, “it was perfect.” His shale stone eyes light up ever so slightly, almost refracting into an olive tone as he stands up straight while looking down at you.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” The two of you fall quiet once again, even as Hanamaki’s lanky arms come to encircle your closed off form. It’s a reassuring gesture, or at least you assume it’s meant to be, as his chin rests atop yours once again, smoking be damned.

“So we’re good?”

“As long as there is a ‘we’, I think so.” Your voice starts out muffled and subdued from being buried in his chest, crescendoing as Makki pulls back and tilts your chin up to look directly at you. That same thin hand guides you further until your bassist melts his lips against yours, pouring every ounce of love that he could into his kiss. Sandalwood and ink fill your nostrils as you pull him closer, tossing your forgotten cigarette onto the pavement to wind your fingers into his locks tickling the nape of his neck.

From an outsider perspective, the two of you probably looked a little trashy, for lack of better term, with the way you were clutching hungrily at each other; with the way the either refused to yield or break apart from the tongue-to-tongue contact. Like desperate lovers that hadn’t seen each other for long due to infidelity—spectators loved to write stories for situations like this.

And maybe one story teller got it right but that idea had gone completely over both of your heads because anyone else’s judgment at the moment just didn’t matter right now. The only thing that did matter was the way Makki held, trying to fuse every atom in both of your bodies as if to make up for lost time. “I love you so, so much, [name],” the strawberry-brunette pants out after needing to catch his breath, “more than anything.”

Those words became the catalyst to the start of forever.

Forever, included you not renewing the lease to your tiny duplex and Makki reciprocating the same action with his small studio in the city. Instead, the two of you took what savings you had and put money down on a cozy, three bedroom home together. It was slightly terrifying, making such a big decision together and not even just on the basis of the fresh relationship. If anything, the relationship was the least of your concerns.

Income was, of course, the biggest worry but, Makki being Makki, constantly reassured you that the two of you would without a doubt prosper. And his unfailing faith always seemed to pay off.

Takahiro, after slaving away as a journalist for the last few years, had finally risen through the ranks at the local alternative magazine he had been writing for and was promoted to editor-in-chief. The lazy guise that he wore daily never fooled you—you always knew he worked smart and hard and it was finally loud and proud for the world to see.

The same could be said for you, excelling in your field while simultaneously being approached to write songs for other artists you had the fortune to meet through Makki’s job. You could say there certainly were benefits to being his plus one to the many gala-type events he had to attend for work, and they most certainly benefitted you as an individual, as a couple, and as a band.

Elixir was still going strong, even with more years passing. The publicity stunt, as Momoka had deemed it, had been blasted through every social media platform known to man. Many found Makki’s public break up humiliating for his ex-girlfriend, but many comments defended the obvious love shared between the two of you on stage. Another vast majority of the comments laughed because whoever the ex-girlfriend was, she had to be shitty enough for that stunt to even be a plausible option for a break up — a treatment you didn’t necessarily agree with but that was your own personal opinion. Commenters also pointed out the dumbfounded look on your face and that you had absolutely no idea that any of that was going to happen.

The videos floating around online had helped the band’s fan base grow exponentially to the point where the four of you were performing at least once a month, as shitty as that may sound. The band that was originally started to just act as a friendly pasttime was growing beyond any of your wildest dreams.

Elixir was still going strong and rather than practicing and disturbing Terushima’s parents, the boys now all gathered in the Hanamaki household. Extra rooms were available for the boys if they needed to crash—namely Terushima who was still struggling to overcome his drug addiction. That was a fight for another day.

The band had bloomed exponentially to the point where Terushima, despite his personal demons, had reprised his role as makeshift manager, much like he had back in college when he was in charge of the underground distribution business the four of you had. In the group chat, he mentioned he had a big announcement for the band, which lead to the very moment of the four of you gathered in your backyard with drinks and respective smokes in hand.

“So? What’s this big news you got for us Teru?” Kuroo asks, languidly lounging in a wicker chair with one arm draped over the back. You and Makki were snuggled into a matching loveseat, a cigarette in your hand and a beer in his. Terushima had one hand around his cellphone, flicking through the screen while waving off Kuroo with his free one.

“Hold on, hold on—found it!” The blonde yells, almost startling you had none of you been used to the way his volume sporadically jumped at random intervals. He clears his throat before reading whatever news he gathered us to announce.

“Mr. Terushima, thank you for getting back to me promptly with your attached demo. We would like to arrange a meeting with all members of Elixir to discuss a recording deal. Please respond with a date and time the four of you are able to meet.

Sincerely,

Semi Eita, Eternal Records”

Only the crackling of the fire between all of you and the crickets chirping off in the suburban distance can be heard—everyone is silent.

“Is this—“ you start, but are immediately lost for words.

“Did we just get offered a record deal?” Kuroo finishes for you.

“We’re doing it, right?” Terushima’s eyes are hopeful and full of light and excitement, like this is the type of news he’d been waiting for. You looked between the guitarist and drummer sitting before you, both of whom looked more than eager, before you glanced upward to your left to gaze at Makki. Stone faced as ever, he was, but there was still that twinge of pride accompanied by the smallest tick of a grin.

“Any objections?” Your boyfriend looks back at the rest of the band. It was a silly question, all things considered, and Kuroo and Terushima made that obvious with the gnashing of their lips as they held back excited screams. “Babe?” The strawberry-brunette locks eyes with you once again, tightening his lax grip around your shoulder.

“As long as it’s all of us, I’ll always say yes.”

“Is that so?” Takahiro muses. The arm around you is removed as the man to your left rummages around the pocket of his old basketball shorts that he typically wore around the house to lounge in. His fingers are fumbling almost clumsily as he pulls back the lid of a small, black velvet box. “It may not be all of us, per se, but if you’ll always say yes, then will you marry me, right?” As he speaks, he sets down his beer bottle off to the side of the loveseat, clambering down to rest on one knee to better present the rose gold, diamond ring to you.

“I—w-what?” You splutter, darting back and forth between the ring and Takahiro’s face. When his face remained as stoic as ever, your eyes shifted between him and your two other friends who seemed just as dumbfounded as you did. Considering the information you gathered from your surroundings and just because that’s how Takahiro is, you figured he was being genuine. “For real?” The strawberry-brunette only nods, offering no further vocal context, and instead grabs your left hand and slips the jewelry onto your ring finger.

“Marry me.” His voice is firm and concrete with the slightest hint of trepidation, though it’s possible that it came from him pushing himself to stand at his full height. Hanamaki holds your hands in his, shale-stone eyes looking down at yours as he awaits his answer.

“I-I, yes? Yes!” In a flash, your arms wind around Makki’s neck, pulling him towards you tightly as his arms anchor around your waist and pull you as close to him as physically possible.

“I can’t believe that worked.” Kuroo deadpans from beside the two of you, shaking his head in amusement before coming over to clap both of your shoulders in congratulations. The statement alone clued you in on the fact that the boys did indeed know about the proposal.

“Makki’s always just full of surprises, ain't he?” Terushima adds, also stepping closer to offer his congrats. The blonde is grinning with his eyes shut as he fist bumps Makki when you broke apart from your embrace.

“Wait, but the record deal is real, right? Like that wasn’t planned out for Hiro’s proposal, was it?” You balk, hoping that the opportunity with Eternal Records was a genuine offer. Terushima gives a nod, opening his mouth to speak only to be cut off by Hanamaki.

“Come on, you know I actually didn’t plan anything.” The strawberry-brunette chimes, as if to try to reassure you that the record deal was in fact real while simultaneously drowning out Yūji’s spiel of how he would never make a fake announcement with such sensitive material.

“Then why’d you have a ring in your pocket?” Takahiro gives a nonchalant shrug, grabbing his once forgotten beer bottle off of the cobblestone floor of your patio and raising it to call a toast.

“Just had a feeling that tonight was gonna be the night. Besides, I’ve had it since before we bought the house.” The four of you clink bottles together in celebration—celebration of your band’s success and your apparent, sudden engagement. But while you’re cheering and drinking merrily, Hanamaki’s words are brewing and stewing in your brain as you mull them over.

“Babe, we’ve lived here for almost three years.” Takahiro tosses a languid, knowing grin at you. It was as if he were applauding you for finally putting the pieces together. “You’ve had a ring for that long? No joke?”

“No joke. I wanted to wait for the perfect moment.”

A perfect moment indeed.

A beautiful, mid-summer evening around a fire with your best friends and getting the announcement of a lifetime? There was no better time, was no better way than to start forever in the Hanamaki household. Yet, you acknowledge that his proposal could have started any time, any where. As long as it was Takahiro, as long as your best friends were there to enjoy the momentous occasion, you would have said yes because it was him.

[ A Part of Me  « Still Into You » In Bloom ]

And that is it for Makki’s route! I was asked to a couple spin-offs so those will (eventually) come about. Thank you all for sticking through this with me, I love and appreciate you all.

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bittersweet | 19

pairing: stiles stilinski x oc a/n: this chapter is a bit different from the rest and I’m not really that confident in it so I would really appreciate it, now more than ever, if you told me what you think.  warnings: implied psychological abuse, jealousy.  wordcount: 3393

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Valerie

I had to admit, I wasn’t as scared to talk to Stiles as I had been previously, but I was still thankful to see that he was gone when I walked out of the Sherriff’s Station. Since my house was the closest, the deputy decided to drop me off first, and I couldn’t tell you how relieved I was when I saw that my father wasn’t home. I couldn’t deal with him right now. I didn’t know how he’d react to this situation, but he would probably find some way to blame me.

Unfortunately, he was now my only legal guardian, so he had to be informed. Therefore I gave the deputy the number to his work and got out of the car after saying a quick goodbye to Kira.

I didn’t know what my father did when he was away at night. The times I’d asked he’d claimed he was doing work, but the bank he worked at closed in the evening. He could work on a separate computer, but why didn’t he just work from home then?

I stopped caring about two years ago. Having nights to myself about twice a month was actually really nice and relaxing. Now I was certainly thankful for it. I decided to go to bed immediately so I could wake up as early as possible. If I got out early enough tomorrow I wouldn’t have to see him at all that morning.

But first, there was something I needed to do.

After changing into my pajamas I turned off the lights in my room. I opened my desk drawer and reached in, but hesitated as my hand hovered over the matchbox. I made a quick decision and closed the drawer. Instead of using the matches, I concentrated on the candle I’d placed on my desk. I pinched the candlewick between my thumb and my forefinger, and when I removed them, the wick caught aflame. It burned blue for a couple of seconds before it cooled down and turned yellow.

I picked up my phone with shaking hands, turned the flash on, and took a picture of myself. As I opened the picture, I saw just what I was afraid of seeing.

I was surrounded by a blue aura, and in my eyes danced blue flames.

---

Stiles

“Class starts in five minutes!” bellowed Coach. I knew there was a blackout and all, but whosever idea it had been to give that man a megaphone was probably going to burn in hell for the rest of eternity. “Just because there’s no power, don’t expect there to be no school!”

“That’s a triple-negative,” I said. “Very impressive, Coach.”

“Copy that.”

As I tried to pick my math book out of my locker, I accidentally knocked my keys down on the floor. It was when I picked them up that I noticed a key I hadn’t seen before. “Hello. Where did you come from?”

The thought quickly disappeared from my mind when I saw Scott walk into school. I gestured for him to get over here, but his gaze was stuck on something else.

I turned around and locked eyes on what he was staring at.

Kira.

Seeing both of our gazes on her, Kira quickly turned around and headed for her locker. Scott set after her, but I stopped him.

“No. No. Stop. Stop.”

“What?” he questioned. “I need to talk to her.”

“No, you need to remember someone left a coded message telling Barrow to kill her.”

“Which is why I need to talk to her.”

“Scott, no way. Until we figure out if she’s just another psychotic monster that’s gonna start murdering everybody, I vote against any and all interaction.”

“But what if she’s like me?”

“That girl walked through 1.21 gigawatts of electricity. She’s not like you.”

“Aren’t you being a bit hypocritical, or do I need to remind you who else did that?” Scott asked. “Who you also wanted to talk to about it right after it happened but I stopped you.”

“Valerie’s different,” I insisted while urgently trying to fight the blush that was rising to my cheeks. “We know her. We have since we were ten years old. All signs point to that she has no idea what’s going on. Kira just transferred here. We don’t know anything about her.”

Scott nodded as he finally seemed to understand my point. “So, are you going to talk to her now?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I can’t. She skipped school today.”

Scott’s brows furrowed in confusion. “How do you know that? School has hardly started yet. She could just be running late.”

I shook my head again. “Valerie’s never late. She always gets here before me. Always. Every day since freshman year I’ve walked into school and seen her standing by her locker down the hall. It was even the same in middle school. She’s never even had a sick-day. The only exceptions were during that one week at the end of freshman year.”

---

“This is where her scent led you?” I asked, slamming the jeep-door shut and stepping out into a remote corner of Beacon Hills I’d never been in before.

Scott took off his helmet and nodded. “She’s in there.” He pointed at the building in front of us. The top floors seemed to be apartments, but the lower floor took the form of a small pub. I could hear music coming from inside, and a red neon sign at the top read: Marcel’s.

My brows rose in skeptical surprise. “In there? Really?”

Scott nodded. “I’m not lying. Now, why don’t you go in there and find her? I have to ride back and pick up Kira,” he said, putting his helmet back on.

“Whoa, whoa. Hold on,” I protested. “You’re just gonna leave me here alone?”

“Yeah.”

“Why? Why would you do that?”

“We don’t have much time, and I’m pretty sure she’ll listen to you more than me.”

Before I had a chance to protest some more, Scott drove off, leaving me alone to go inside a pub to convince a girl who kind of hates me and kind of doesn’t to help us break into the Sherriff’s Station.

Oh, and I almost forgot to mention. I also need to tell her that werewolves exist.

How did my life come to this?

Stepping into Marcel's, I was immediately hit with the intense smells of sweat and alcohol. But despite that, there was still an inviting feel to the place. So much so that the number of people there on a weekday evening didn’t surprise me.

The door opened right into the dance floor, which, to my luck, was relatively tame right now since no music was playing. I kept my eyes on the crowd, scanning it for Valerie, but I could hear the rustle of a band getting on stage.

Just as I started moving to get a better look around, the first cords of a song I recognized rang through the speakers, and a voice I recognized started to sing.

“There's only two types of people in the world The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe Well baby I'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl Don't like the backseat, gotta be first”

I froze. I knew that voice. It was that voice I came here to talk to.

My eyes locked on the stage and sure enough – there she stood. With mike in hand, on top of the stage, singing her heart out, stood Valerie Thomas.

“I'm like the ringleader I call the shots I'm like a firecracker I make it hot”

I had never heard her singing before, and I regretted it deeply. I wished I could’ve listened to it every day of my life. Her voice was mesmerizing and angelic. As she sang and danced around up there she was just oozing natural talent. I had never seen her look so at home before. Everyone in the room could see that she was born to do this. She was born to be on stage.

“When I put on a show I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage Better be ready, hope ya feel the same”

I stood there staring at her like a fool. I was absolutely and completely mesmerized. If I was surprised at the fact that Scott said she was in a pub, it was nothing compared to the fact that she was actually singing in that pub. Pair that with pure etherealness of her voice and you could probably understand why I couldn’t move.

“All the eyes on me in the center of the ring Just like a circus When I crack that whip, everybody goin' trip Just like a circus Don't stand there watching me, follow me Show me what you can do Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor Just like a circus”

I finally managed to compose myself enough to break out of my hypnotized-like state. I headed towards the bar, deciding it was best to just sit there and wait for Valerie to get off of the stage. I couldn’t exactly talk to her right now.

I took a seat in one of the barstools, looking back at the stage again. I realized that I had no idea how long she’d be up there. We didn’t have much time, so what would I do if I ran out of it? Should I just leave her here and then try and talk to her tomorrow. I could, but I didn’t like the idea of postponing this even more. Maybe I could just scream her name when the song was over. It would be embarrassing, but I’ve done worse (which Valerie has reminded me of several times), and it would definitely catch her attention. No, that was stupid.

“Do you wanna order something?”

I almost jumped out of my skin as the new voice interrupted my thoughts. The source of the voice stood on the other side of the bar. He was a chubby Hispanic man in his mid to late fifties. He had bushy black eyebrows and a big mustache. His voice was deep and gruff, but he had kind eyes that instantly made me trust him.

I guessed this was Marcel.

A deep chuckle escaped from him at my reaction.

“Sorry, kid. Didn’t mean to scare ya’.”

“It’s fine,” I managed to choke out. “I’ll just take a coke, please.” I hadn’t exactly planned on ordering something, but it felt rude not to. I slid him the money, muttering for him to keep the change, and he picked up a coke bottle out of the freezer.

I took a sip before clearing my throat and pointing to the stage. “Do you know when that girl gets off?”

A loud and good-humored laugh that caught me of guard escaped his throat. “Don’t even think about it, kid,” he said. “She’ll eat you alive.”

My face immediately heated up. “NO! No, no, no, no! It’s not like- that wasn’t what I- I... I just go to the same school as her and I really need to talk to her. It’s kind of urgent.”

“Oh, I see...” Marcel mumbled, his humorous expression immediately morphing into a concerned one. “There’s just one more song left before she’s taking her first break. You can talk to her then.”

“Thanks,” I said, smiling, but at the same time desperately rubbing my cheeks hoping the blush would disappear. I don’t know what I was thinking, you can’t rub away your blush, but it made sense at the time.

Marcel gave me a pointed look. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Stiles.”

“Stiles Stilinski?”

I nodded hesitantly, wondering how this man knew my name. “Yeah.”

Instead of offering an explanation, Marcel turned around, cupped his hand around his mouth and shouted, “Julia, come over! The Stilinski boy is here! You owe me twenty bucks!”

The backdoor behind the bar opened and a beautiful Hispanic woman hurried out, who, judging by the wedding rings on both of their fingers, was Marcel’s wife. Her dark-brown hair was long, thick and curly. She was wearing a turquoise blouse and an apron, and her lips were painted dark-red.

Julia’s eyes were locked on her husband as she hurried towards him, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. ”What are you talking about?”

Marcel pointed at me.”That’s him right here. I told you he’d show up here one day. Now hand me my twenty bucks.”

Julia’s intense stare immediately shifted to me. “You’re Stilinski?”

“Yes, but hold up,” I said, holding up my hands. “Can you please backtrack and tell me what the hell is going on here?”

Marcel shrugged. “It’s simple. I thought you would show up, Julia didn’t. You did show up. Julia owes my twenty bucks.”

“How do you even know who I am?”

“She talks about you a lot,” Julia said simply, nodding her head towards the stage. I looked over at Valerie once again, processing the news. This day was certainly full of surprises.

“All bad things I guess,” I said once I turned back to them.

Marcel shrugged. “Not so much recently.”

I fought the urge to smile. Marcel and Julia seemed nice and all, but I wasn’t comfortable being that vulnerable in front of them.

Julia turned to her husband and muttered something about getting ice before walking back into the backdoor.

“Remember my twenty bucks!” He called out after her.

“We have a shared economy, tarado!”

“It’s the thought that counts!” With that final statement, Marcel began working at something behind the bar and I was left alone with my thoughts, and boy were there a lot of them.

But coincidentally, juts then Valerie got off stage. She strutted towards the bar without noticing me and flopped down in a bar stool on the far left.

“Julia!” she called out and once again the backdoor opened. This time Julia was holding a glass of water with a couple of ice cubes floating around in it. She set down the glass in front of her and Valerie shugged it in one go.

I opened my mouth to call out her name, but she interrupted me.

“Thanks, Julia. You’re a lifesaver,” she panted.

Julia laughed. “It’s just what I do. Now, how are you feeling?” Her face morphed from humorous to concerned just as quickly as her husband’s as she reached out and began stroking Valerie’s hair. “You feel like talking about that Barrow thing now?”

Valerie shook her head. “Not really. But I feel much better. You know coming here always cheers me up. I can’t thank you guys enough for letting me sing here.”

“Oh, please! You’re so talented. We get more business when you sing. And Colin and the others love playing with you.”

Valerie’s cheeks tainted pink and her lips pulled up in a giddy smile. “Thank you. How’s it going with... you know,” Valerie’s gaze fluttered down to Julia’s stomach for a brief moment.

A bittersweet smile tugged on Julia’s red-painted lips. “We have an appointment booked for tomorrow. Hopefully, everything will be cleared up then.”

“Well, I wish you good luck then.” Valerie mirrored her bittersweet smile, and the two of them fell silent. I knew that was a perfect moment for me to get her attention, but their moment seemed so personal and intimate. I didn’t want to interrupt that.

But then Julia decided to do it for me.

“There’s someone here who wants to speak with you.”

Valerie frowned. “What?”

“A boy.”

“A boy?”

Julia nodded and pointed her finger at me. Valerie looked where she was pointing and our eyes met.

I don’t think I’d ever seen Valerie so surprised before. She was so completely caught off guard that she just stood there and stared at me. Not even when I gave her an awkward smile and wave did she budge. Eventually, I just decided to speak up. It’s not like her ears weren’t working.

“Hi, could I talk to you for a minute?”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Well, that wasn’t an answer.

“I need to talk to you.”

It didn’t seem like that one registered with Valerie either. She just continued staring at me with that dumbfounded expression and asked, “How did you even find me?”

“I have my ways,” I said. That one seemed to finally burst Valerie’s shocked bubble.

She let out a heavy sigh. “Keeping it vague, are we?”

I smiled. “It’s my specialty.” Valerie nodded in agreement, and I decided just to get over myself and stood up to take a seat in the stool next to her.

“Look, we need to talk. We have for a while now. I know that’s why you’ve been avoiding me, but that’s over now. I’m so very sorry about keeping things from you, but if you come with me right now I promise I’ll explain everything.”

Valerie looked skeptical, and a bit scared. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a huge improvement so I took it as a win.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To the Sheriff’s station,” I said. “We’re breaking- well, Scott and Kira are breaking in.”

“To steal Kira’s phone back,” she guessed.

I nodded. “Exactly. Now, look, I’m not gonna force you to do anything, but you coming with me would be the best for both of us.”

Valerie still looked a bit uncertain. I could see the conflict in her eyes. She wanted to go with me – of course she did. She wanted to know what had happened with her best friend. She wanted to know what had been happening with her. She wanted to stop the confusion. 

But at the same time, she was scared. She knew whatever I had to tell her wasn’t going to be pleasant.

“Val,” I said quietly while taking her hand in mine. The intimate gestured paired with me using her nickname seemed to catch her off guard. But this was in a different way than when I’d shown up here. It was more subtle, but so much more powerful. “I know that this is scary, but I have experience with this. Trust me, it’s always much better when they know.”

Valerie locked eyes with me. It was extremely different from the way she’d looked at me in the past couple of weeks, and I can’t express how good it felt to have her look at me like that again. She was no longer avoiding or hiding from me. Now I saw all of her again. This wasn’t a mask or persona she tried to put up. This right here, was the real Valerie.

Her lips parted, and she was just about to say something when she was interrupted.

“Hey Val, what’s going on?”

Valerie immediately broke our eye contact and removed her hand from mine at the sound of that voice. I looked up angrily to find the source of it. My eyes met with the source, and I immediately felt insecure.

I remembered him as the guitarist of the band that Valerie had been singing alongside of, and now that I got a closer look at him, it was clear that he was Julia and Marcel’s son.

He was tall. Like, extremely tall. Six four at least. He had swooping black hair, thick eyebrows, and deep-set brown eyes. There was no escaping the fact that he was extremely handsome.

When Valerie turned around to look at him, he got a clear view of my face. His eyes widened as they locked with mine, and he turned back to Valerie.

“Whoa, what’s Stilinski doing here?”

What was the deal with everyone knowing who I was?

Valerie opened her mouth, but no good response seemed to come to her. After gaping for a couple of seconds, she finally opted for, “That’s not important. Look, Colin,” she stood up, “I’m really sorry but I have to go. I wish I could stay and play but it’s really important.”

Colin looked concerned. “What’s going on, Val?”

“I’ll tell you later, I promise. Just tell the other guys I’m sorry, okay?” 

When Colin nodded, Valerie turned back, took a hold of my arm and led me out of the building.

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[apotelesmaa]

why was your quiz so fucking pompous

There's only two types of people in the world

The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

Well baby I'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl

Don't like the backseat, gotta be first

I'm like the ringleader

I call the shots (call the shots)

I'm like a firecracker

I make it hot

When I put on a show

I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins

Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break

I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage

Better be ready, hope ya feel the same

All the eyes on me in the center of the ring

Just like a circus

When I crack that whip, everybody goin' trip

Just like a circus

Don't stand there watching me, follow me

Show me what you can do

Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor

Just like a circus

There's only two types of guys out there,

Ones that can hang with me, and ones that are scared

So baby I hope that you came prepared

I run a tight ship so, beware

I'm like the ringleader

I call the shots

I'm like a firecracker

I make it hot

When I put on a show

I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins

Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break

I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage

Better be ready, hope that ya feel the same

All the eyes on me in the center of the ring

Just like a circus

When I crack that whip, everybody goin' trip

Just like a circus

Don't stand there watching me, follow me

Show me what you can do

Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor

Just like a circus

Let's go

Let me see what you can do

I'm runnin' this (like, like, like, like a circus)

Yeah

Like a what? (like, like, like, like a circus)

All the eyes on me in the center of the ring

Just like a circus

When I crack that whip, everybody goin' trip

Just like a circus

Don't stand there watching me, follow me

Show me what you can do

Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor

Just like a circus

All the eyes on me in the center of the ring

Just like a circus

When I crack that whip, everybody goin' trip

Just like a circus

Don't stand there watching me, follow me

Show me what you can do

Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor

Just like a circus

#ask #ew imagine using pompous in an actual convo 100% seriously

[meiluka-enthusiast]

Curtain Call part 6

Sunday, November 4th, 20XX

-Meiko-

One day. One more day and I'll be a whole year older.

The thought hits me as I open my eyes in the morning. I sigh and look at Oliver and Luka lying next to me, Oliver snuggled up and lying on some of Luka's hair. The floor creaks as I slip off the fold-out couch and walk into the kitchen area for a glass of water.

I don't want to grow older. Maybe it's because every year I'll be closer to dying, or maybe it's because I'll lose the freedom of being younger. Or maybe I just want to die sooner, before I age too much. I don't know.

I sit on the counter, then close my eyes. Something comes to mind.

----flashback----

It's November 5th, 14 years ago. I wake up to see a cage, and my father sitting in front of me. Off to the side is another cage, where my friend Luka lies.

"W-What are you doing..?!" I ask him.

"I'm giving the two of you to a good friend of mine. But first, I'd like to give you a birthday present." He unlocks the cage and pulls me out by the arm. Smirking, his hands begin to take my nightgown off...

I scream. He smiles even more and ties my hands behind my back, then pushes me into the cage. I curl up, trying to hold my body from him...

He takes off his clothes and pulls me back out, ready to give me his 'present'. I couldn't do anything about it, even when the other man did it...

---end flashback---

I open my eyes to see Luka in front of me, her blue eyes full of concern. It's then that I feel the tears streaming down my cheeks.

I hate the fifth of November.

Grabbing onto her arms, I pull myself off the counter and hug her as tightly as I can, crying as quietly as possible. She knows what I was thinking about...she knows because she saw it happen. I saw it happen to her. Every day, every single day...he would...he would take us...

"Meiko, it's okay."

Her soft voice wraps around me like a blanket. Her arms are wrapped around me, keeping me safe...

I let go of her and sink down to my knees, and she does the same. Her soft hands brush the tears out of my eyes, and her blue orbs meet my brown ones.

"We're safe here. Asuka and Hinata won't let anything happen to us," she whispers.

I nod, and we both stand up. The two of us lie back down on the fold-out couch, with Oliver snuggled between us. When I close my eyes, another image comes to mind...

--flashback--

I walk into a large building, a man who looks like a security guard leading me. He walks into an office and the first thing I see is Luka, sitting calmly in a chair with a cup of tea. The man leaves and I see the entire office.

A woman with blond hair in a side bun is sitting at a table, and Luka is sitting across from her. In the center of the table is a teapot and a single teacup.

"Why don't you have a seat?" The woman gives me a smile, and I sit down in the chair next to Luka's.

The rest of that day goes by in a blur. At the end of it, I'm sitting at a small table on the floor with five other people: Luka, a girl named SeeU, and three boys named Kaito, Gakupo, and Piko. We all share something similar- scars from the past that we can't forget. But we're going to work together in the music industry.

At the end of the day, Luka and I sit under the table together. I feel my eyelids getting heavy and curl up closer to her, my arm wrapped around her shoulder. Our noses are almost touching, and I feel a blush spread across my cheeks.

That was our first night in Curtain Call.

---end flashback---

"Meiko-nee..." Oliver's poking me gently. "It's time to get up."

I chuckle at him and sit up, looking around the room. Luka's pouring a bowl of cereal for herself, and the others are sitting in a circle on the floor. Some with cereal, some with toast. One with Pop-Tarts.

With a sigh, I get up and go for Pop-Tarts. I take the two pastries out of their wrapper and put them in the toaster, then wait for them to be ready. My blue-and-white striped pajamas feel a bit loose on me, but I don't mind...it makes them a bit more airy when the room I'm sleeping in is hot.

The toaster dings. I get my poptarts and join the others in the circle, listening to them talk about random shit.

----------------------------

"SeeU, hurry up! It's almost time!" Asuka calls to her. The rest of us are in position onstage, behind the frontmost curtain, ready to perform. We've all been made up and dressed up, preparing to sing for our audience. SeeU runs into place and I take a quick look at the others.

"Don't forget your special act. Use your facade." Hinata smiles at us, and he and Asuka run backstage as the curtain begins to come up. I feel a rush of adrenaline as the spotlights hit us, and a roar goes up from the crowd.

Our music begins to play. I stay tense with the others for a few moments more, and then...I begin to sing. My body moves to the beat, spinning and taking control of the music. Instead of blood, the sounds run through my veins, keeping me moving. I love the natural high of the performance- music, my voice, the voices of anyone else who is singing...the dance steps, the cheers of the crowd. It's more than just singing for a living, it's the fun of joy and sharing what you can do with your voice.

The song is over in what seems like a moment, and the majority of us go backstage. Each of us has an individual song to sing, and it's enjoyable to watch. I'm sure it's terrifying, being alone onstage, afraid the audience will disapprove...

I've memorized which songs everyone sings. Piko will sing 'Remember', SeeU (who doesn't have many songs) will sing 'I=Fantasy', Gakupo will sing 'Paranoid Doll'...I think Kaito's going to perform 'Ai no Uta', which is a cover of a song by Hatsune Miku, the most popular Vocaloid out there. Luka's job is to sing 'Double Lariat', and I will be performing 'Mirror'. I enjoy the song a lot, it has a powerful sound to it...

Soon enough, it is my turn to sing. I pull my black jeans up a bit more and walk into the spotlight, extending my right arm to the side and closing my eyes. The red sleeveless jacket I am wearing contrasts with my black shirt, a perfect kind of combination...

The music begins and I lose myself in the sound.

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[gurabiti]

LIST FOUR SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE(S) Repost, don’t reblog. Then tag others!

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Superhero - Simon Curtis

We can change the whole world, gonna take it over Gonna start it over, don't you know what we could be A new beginning, fighting 'til we're winning Tell me that you're in it, don't you wanna be A superhero, a superhero, a superhero Don't you wanna be A superhero, a superhero, a superhero Anybody could be

Awake and Alive - Skillet

I'm awake I'm alive Now I know what I believe inside Now it's my time I'll do what I want 'cause this is my life Here, right here Right now, right now Stand my ground and never back down I know what I believe inside I'm awake and I'm alive

So Close - John Mclaughlin

We're so close to reaching That famous happy end Almost believing This one's not pretend Let's go on dreaming For we know we are So close, so close And still so far

Circus - Britney Spears

I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage Better be ready, hope that ya feel the same

#ღ ⇢ ᶤᵗ'ˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶠᵘᶰ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ〔𝕕𝕒𝕤𝕙 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤〕 #I·ᴍ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴜᴛ I sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴏ ᴡ ᴏ