#intermission time: new face debut everyone

[mxllitiam]

INTRODUCING . . .

g a l e h a w t h o r n e .

GENERAL...

name : gale hawthorne. meaning : gale "joyous"; hawthorne "where hawthorn trees grow". nickname : nightingale (his mom). age : twenty-four. birthdate : april 18th. zodiac: aries sun, taurus rising, aquarius moon. gender identity : cisgender man , he / him. orientation : bisexual , biromantic. place of birth : district 12. current residence : district 12. occupation : citizen of district 12, mine worker, lottery winner, recruited by the rebellion .

HISTORY...

tw: child abandonment, parental death.

Gale Hawthorne has been fighting his whole life. He is dirt under fingernails and matted down hair and scars on tan skin. All he's known is that he needs to scramble his way through life before it finds a way to sink him, and that's what he's always done.

He can't remember a life before his parents, not quite. His colorful and vivid memories are a well-painted picture far after his six or seven years of life, within the comfort of a newfound home to call his own. But he remembers the feeling. He remembers the cold abandonment of the streets, the chill in his bones that made him think he would die out there. Alone. He remembers thinking he'd give anything to have a family. He was four-years-old and already bargaining with death to let him live another day.

This was the certain weight that Gale carried everywhere – like a sack, a lump of grief that he dragged behind him, everywhere he went, from birth. He grew into a confident boy, and then soon into a snarky teenager, but he was still always a touch too sober. There was always a dullness in his eyes, even behind the childish glint of his one too many dry jokes. He was robbed of a childhood, and he could only emulate that same sort of freedom he saw on other kids.

And then he was robbed of his teenage years, too. It was only natural to step up when his father died, even if that gave him no time to mourn. Even if it meant choking back tears while he held his little siblings and his mother. He did what he'd always known best, he squared his shoulders up and he braved it, for the people he loves. People would often give him sad eyes and tell his mother about what a pity it was, that he had to become the man of the house so young, but Gale sees it as a blessing now. A blessing that he was the one to do it, so his siblings could cry when they needed to. A blessing that he could hunt and prepare meals and give the little ones baths, while his mother had time to grieve. A blessing that the sacrifice was his, not anyone else's, because he loves them so much.

Life is this, he learns. For people like him, life is baring his teeth and laughing at misery, and finding peace where he can. He takes care of his family, he loves with his heart tucked safely away in his chest. He's unlucky with love, he'd tell you, in the same breath he'd make some awfully dry remark about how maybe he could test his luck out in the Games, next. Maybe deep down, he always knew he and Katniss couldn't work, and maybe that still stings. His tongue is a weapon sharpened to precision that doesn't hesitate to protect the beating organ in his ribcage whenever he's near her or Peeta, these days.

The last year has been a blur. Losing the girl he loved – over and over again, first for the reaping, then for marriage, now for the capitol –, having to worry about his siblings and their names being called in the next few years, being whipped to near-death in the town square. He can feel something building in his throat, something in him pulled taut like a rubber band, ready to snap broken. This can't be the world they live in. Resentment pools somewhere in his stomach, at this whole thing, and at anyone who isn't actively doing something about it.

Enough of his bitter remarks eventually catch the attention of the rebellion. A hushed voice offers him a chance to help one day, while he's selling game in a back alley, and he takes it without any hesitation. A chance to make a difference, that's all he needs, he thinks.

And then his mother is reaped and he feels his shoulders caving in. Tall and broad Gale Hawthorne, suddenly small, a frail thing, no bigger than the four-year-old his mother found on the streets that one fateful night. He can't look at her for a while, and when he finally does, he knows she can see the terror in his eyes. He'd become immune to so many things, he'd toughen up in the face of so much pain, but not this. Now he doesn't think he could survive losing her, too. 

When he wins the lottery ticket, his chest burns with something foul. He is not naive enough to think that this is a sick joke from the universe, no, he knows everything has a certain hand behind it. So he bears it. For the first time in his life, the tides shift, and he chooses something else over taking care of his family. He kisses his siblings on the head and leaves them behind, to go fight for something better. He'll build a new world for them, teeth and nails, if he must.

#gale : intro #intermission time: new face debut everyone #deeply sorry to admin red who has to redo graphics i feel so bad but ily!!! #intro is the same i just wanted to do a new one with new gifs hehe

[badasmuse]

“Wallflower”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), language, penetration, bottom!reader, top!bada, idol!reader good girl gone bad type beat, reader is a lowkey slut?

Summary: you’ve always been such a cutesy person. you’re tired of it.

Short a/n: i used songs for y/n’s group that are from other artist (obv) and same for her solo career. also changed one lyric from this original song. this was a request and i had so much fun with it.

Based off “Wallflower” by Kimberly August

when you started your idol career, you always knew you’d have to go to events, parties, and have to socialize with other people. you weren’t really too keen on that idea. you’ve never been a party goer and when you did go you stayed in the corner or alone. your old high school friends used to call you ‘wallflower’ as a nickname because of it.

however, you being a wallflower helped you meet your current girlfriend, bada lee.

you were both at a party, specifically your group’s album release party. you, of course, we’re leaning against the wall, babysitting a cup of whatever alcohol your group member gave you when she approached.

“hey.. i’m bada. congrats on the album.” she said leaning against the wall next to you.

you looked up at her, “oh hi. y/n. thank you. um i know you, you’ve choreographed for my best friend’s group. aespa? ning is my best friend.” you whispered, feeling intimidated by her height.

“i love ning.” bada said smiling which put you at ease. “why aren’t you socializing with everyone? the party is for you.”

“i’m not much of a socializer. my high school friends used to call me wallflower.” you mumbled.

she leaned against the wall. “well if you don’t mind, i’d like to keep you company.”

and from that point on, she never left your side really.

eventually, your group disbanded, but you continued on with your career as a soloist. weeks after your solo debut, bada asked you to be her girlfriend.

your group has always done cutesy concepts. starting with their debut song, ‘bubble’ up until their last song, ‘dun dun dance.’ even after you continued, you kept the cute act. your first song, ‘bubble pop’ blew up. your most recent one, ‘smile’ ft. a popular soloist, bibi, just dropped and the fans were eating it up. after that, you decided to go on tour.

your first show was tonight. you were extremely excited because you had something up your sleeve for your fans (and your girlfriend.)

you’re currently in the back getting your makeup done. your girlfriend approaches you, a smile on her face.

“hey pretty,” she says softly, “are you excited?”

you nod when your mua moves to find a good lip shade, “very excited. i can’t wait to perform again.”

“i’ll be right by the barricade rooting for you. you’ll see me, i’ll be up front with ning.” she said kissing your cheek and running off when your mua swatted her.

“messing up my work.” she complained jokingly.

eventually you were ready to go. running out getting your fans excited. you immediately started with your first song, bubble pop of course.

time went on and right after the short intermission you came out in a new outfit. it’s not revealing but the skirt is pretty short. your fans and girlfriend are pretty shocked. not ning tho, she’s recording bada’s reaction. of course she knew what was going on.

you laugh at the surprised noises from fans. “i know, shocking right? i’ve always been one to do cutesy concepts, have pretty outfits, sing my little cute songs.. but sometimes you need a slight change. since it’s my first time back on tour since my solo debut, i have a treat for you guys. here’s my new, unreleased song called ‘wallflower’ i hope you like it.”

I hear you're quite the little odd ball

A little strange I hope it's true

I'm just an itty bitty wallflower

But I could be real good for you

taking the mic off the stand and crouching down right in front of where bada is standing, you sing the lyrics to her, a slight pout on your face.

Well maybe I could call you mommy

And you could teach me all the rules

Yes I'm a good girl it's true

But I want to be real bad with you.

you stand up smiling when you see the tips of bada’s ears go red even in the dark light. you walk right to the security guard and he helps you down from the stage so you can make your way to bada and ning.

See you could have me on the front porch

Or take me up in to your room

Yes I'm a good girl it's true

But I want to be real bad with you

one of your fingers slide down bada’s face and you keep walking, deciding to go interact with the crowd.

towards the end of the song, you make your way back to the stage, arching your back as you slide down onto your stomach singing the last line.

Go on let me be real bad bad bad bad

your fans cheer loudly and you damn near cry. you thought they’d hate this side of you. you stand up all giddy. you’d love to release more songs like this.

once the show ends, you’re backstage gathering your things. you felt large hands on your hips and they slide around to your stomach. “hi bada.” you say putting your chargers for your watch and phone in your bag.

“what was that?” she says quietly.

“what was what?”

“the outfit? the song? the lyrics? the dancing?” you turn and face her, hoping she wasn’t angry. you look in her eyes and they’re filled with lust.

“i wanted to try something new.” you wrapped your arms around her waist and looked up at her. “did you like it?”

bada doesn’t respond. instead her eye twitches slightly and she kisses your forehead, “let’s go back to my place. hurry up.”

you turn around and grabbed the rest of your stuff and made your way to her car. however, you’ll never make it as fast as you’d like cause your cockblock bestie stops you.

“y/n! i know you’re trying to go do your big one in bed with bada but, i need you to release more songs like that. and wear more outfits like these man you look amazing girly.” ning says quickly.

laughing at her words you hug her, “thank you ning. i’d talk more but bada’s eye twitched before she told me to hurry up i’m tryna see what that’s about.” you kiss her cheek and keep it moving to your girlfriends vehicle.

the ride back to her place was silent, a comfortable silence. your leg bounced in anticipation. you have no idea what bada’s going to do but you’re excited.

she parked in the parking structure of her building and before you could unbuckle your seatbelt, she grabbed your face pulling you in for a rough kiss. she bit down on your lip, making you gasp. taking the opportunity, her tongue slipped into your mouth immediately dominating as a hand wrapped around your throat.

“b-bada.” you stutter, pulling back for air.

“you play a risky game. turning me on in front of your best friend and all your fans.” she unbuckles both seatbelts and walks around to open your door for you, hand out helping you to the door. “wearing this short skirt,” her fingers dip under the little elastic, “arching your back like that. now i don’t have a porch cause i live in an apartment but we can definitely go into my room. or we can go on the balcony.” she says.

you’re stuck as you watch her pull out her keys to open the door to her apartment. once the door closes, her lips are on yours again. she spreads your legs apart with her knee and rubs you through your panties lightly.

you let out a moan pulling at her shirt, trying to take it off her but she smacks your hands away. “uh uh. you can be real good for me right? hands to yourself.” she backs away from you making you whimper at the loss of touch.

she disappears into her room and walks back out about six-ish minutes later, finally unclothed, strap in hand. “strip.”

don’t have to tell me twice. you think. immediately stepping out of the skit and pulling off your top. you go to take off the knee high socks and she stops you.

“leave them on. we’re going on the balcony i don’t want it to be too cold for you.” she grabs your hand pulling you outside.

“what if someone sees us..?” you whisper as she presses your back against the railing.

“you said front porch. is this really different?” she grabs you pulling you outside.

she eyes you and you feel intimidated. your expression goes from nervous to confused when she hands you her strap.

“put it on for me.”

you blushed and kneeled in front of her putting the strap on, occasionally making eye contact with her.

“did i do it right?” you whisper.

“you did it perfect, princess.” bada helps you off your knees and bends you over the balcony railing.

you hiss as the cold, metal rail hits your boobs, making your nipples hard. “bada-“

she cuts you off with a slap on your outer thigh, “uh uh. what was it you said? maybe you could call me mommy? now you’re only to address me as such.” she pushed into you slowly and you let out a whine.

“please…” you say quietly, holding onto the rail.

“please what? use your words.” she starts moving slowly in and out of you, hand making its way to your hair.

“f-faster mommy.” you stutter out. you could feel the blush creeping up your neck when you called her mommy.

she groans and speeds up her thrusts. covering your mouth as you got louder. “i have neighbors slut. keep quiet.”

well that didn’t help. it only made you moan louder, eyes rolling back.

she sticks two fingers in your mouth. “i thought my wallflower wanted to be real good for me?” she started thrusting harder, her other hand untangling from your hair and rubbing on your clit.

and you don’t know why, but the way she quotes your song back to you while she pounds into your gspot and rubs your clit all while her long fingers gag you a bit has you cumming all over her strap. drool running down your chin and her hand as you choke out a moan.

“that’s my girl. ride it out.” she whispers slowing her thrusts but keeping the pace on your clit.

about a minute later, she takes her fingers out of your mouth and pulls out. your legs buckle and you start to fall but she grabs you.

“i got you. come on.” she walks you back into the apartment, locking the balcony door.

she got you cleaned up and put one of her shirts on you, pecking your lips. “i’m so, incredibly proud of you, princess.” she whispered holding you close.

“thank you, mommy.” you respond, making your way to the bed still in each others arms.

you cuddle up to her drifting off then you frown realizing something. “bada you didn’t give me underwear.”

“you won’t need them. we’re going again in the morning.” she replies, pulling you on top of her rubbing your back. “now rest. you’ll need it.”

oh lord.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada lee smut #spotify

[hoodoo12]

how was the show??

THE SHOW. Oh man, THE SHOW. I had such a good time, thank you for asking! (it sparked a lil idea for a s-m-u-t-t-y story, so I'm happily typing away at that atm too!)

It was an audience of "standard" theater goers (older people who hold season tickets) + Beetlejuice fans. Fun combo. After coming from seeing it on Broadway with so many rabid fans, sitting in an audience that wasn't intimately familiar with it was a lot of fun. Kind of like being able to see it with new eyes again! At intermission I kept hearing things like, "This show is . . . interesting. Definitely different," from the older patrons. The old guy sitting next to me was talking to his wife and did some internet research on the show and Justin before it started; I managed not to fandump all the information in the world on them, lol

Even though the show was "sold out" there were plenty of seats open, including the one beside me. I wish I could have taken so many people who have put up with my fangirling about it for so long.

As for the performances! Kate grew on me as Delia. She is still no Leslie, but she seemed more comfortable in the role. Everyone did, actually. Everyone's cohesion and interactions were much more relaxed and natural compared to when I saw it last month.

Isabella knocked it out of the park of course. She really is a stellar Lydia. Will and Brittany still have great vibes together. Justin was amazing. Simply amazing. He really plays up to the audience and milks reactions. His improv background is so obvious; he has impeccable timing as to how long he can stretch a bit: the initial laugh, the increased laughter that comes when it continues, the dip in laughter when it becomes awkward, then the uptick again because it's so ridiculous. He did that twice: when he was sitting on Adam's lap (so much humping) and a sustained, almost a minute long scream after Lydia runs into the Netherworld.

I love that he added a little lore to Beetlejuice's background with the whole "Katherine Hepburn herpes" bit (if you don't know it, let me know and I'll write it out behind a spoiler). His Beetlejuice still sounds and gives off more of a menacing Keatlejuice vibe, which ngl, I am really digging.

My one complaint was that most of the cast seemed to rush through their lines. I know the show, but I bet if I didn't I would have had difficulty picking up on some of the words/lines from all the cast members except for Karmine and Justin.

One super weird thing was that during "What I Know Now", when it's "never smoke cigars in bed" the line was changed to "don't take too much Sudafed" and that actor was wearing a mask. Like a rubber face mask with fake hair that you could buy at a Halloween store. W-the actual-F?! It was just so out of place. I don't know if it was Matthew Michael Janisse (who made his Maxie Dean debut last night) and they wanted to cover his face for some unknown reason, but it was so bizarre I couldn't stop watching him in that scene.

Now onto the stage door! It was a different experience compared to what goes on in NYC. I don't know if people were starstruck or what, but . . . man. It was painfully awkward and I was just another fan standing there with them. There were only like 12 people waiting. All had BJ swag and several were talking about the bway show and stuff. When the actors started coming out, though, the other fans just acted deaf and dumb.

First was Will Burton. I clapped for him and told him what a good show, then since everyone else just stood there I walked up to him and started chatting. He asked if I wanted my playbill signed, I said sure; he asked if I had a pen and I said, "no, I'm the worst" so he dug around in his bag and found his own, lol

That type of interaction happened with.all.the.actors. Nobody waiting seemed to recognize any of them. Like WTF??

When Abe came out, I said, "Thanks for thr good show, Abe" and he zeroed in on me. "HOW DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" he asked. I told him I saw him in NY, and yes, it was very creepy, lol lol. We talked for a while too.

I met Sean McManus, Lee Price (had a looong chat with him; he's a DEAR and such a good dancer! Holy crap I want to see him as Beetlejuice!!!), Kate, Isabella, Britney, Jesse, and Justin.

It was all the same with everyone standing around the stage door; if I didn't start talking/thanking the cast, they just froze like they had no clue what was going on. No one even seemed to recognize Justin! Like, this sweaty guy with black nails and smeared eyeliner was the star of the show you just watched! Since everyone else was frozen or whatever, we talked about stuff not related to the show. (I told him I liked his boots. He told me he stole them. hahaha--no, that was a true story.) I got the worst (or best? lol) photo of the two of us together.

So I guess the take away is: stage door in the city you see them in because that fan crowd (at least the size of it) is not anything like the NYC crowd.

I'm seeing it one more time before it leaves the area. If you get the opportunity to see it, do! It's worth it!

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice tour #justin collette #collettejuice

[519magazine]

[laladellakang]

다 사랑해 (da saranghae)

enhypen 8th female member masterlist

wattpad | open requests / ask della!

(italics dialogue = english)

"That was so fun," I stretched my arms and stood up after sitting on the floor for so long.

We had just finished watching the first episode of I-Land in our new dorm. The staff that were filming us had left and relied on the small cameras placed around the premises for footage.

Halfway throughout the episode, we all decided to change our clothes and properly wash up once it finished. After a game of rock-paper-scissors, Sunghoon ended up winning first dibs.

Alice and I were the only ones in the living area. The boys had moved to either the bedroom or the kitchen.

I stayed in my position for a few moments, just staring at the floor.

From my peripheral vision, I could see Alice being deep in thought. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she kept pursing her lips.

I have an assumption on what she might be thinking about, and it's definitely not something good.

I contemplated on whether I should ask her what's wrong or simply distract her.

If my gut was correct, Alice wouldn't want to talk about this problem when the boys could hear her so easily. So I decided to go with the latter.

"Yo Unnie," I called out, sitting next to her. "Haneul told me that Treasure released a new music video today."

Alice's eyes lit up and her lips formed a large smile.

"Let's do it!" she exclaimed, getting up to take the remote from the TV stand.

During the intermission for I-Land's part two, Alice and I managed to catch up with all the comebacks we might have missed, so we've seen Boy.

We felt like proud mommas looking at Treasure's debut. We've been following them since Treasure Box and have also crossed paths several times during our trainee days. I almost died when I was offered to be featured in Wayo.

Oh my God. We can actually be friends now if Enhypen is set to debut.

Girl keep dreaming.

Alice opened YouTube and quickly typed in the group's name on the search bar.

"I love you," she read out the title with a giggle.

"Wait! I'm not prepared!" I screamed, laying down on the floor while covering my face.

"Me too," she joined me on the floor.

"Are you okay?" a voice asked. We looked up and saw Heeseung and Jungwon.

"No! We are not prepared to watch this!" I whined while rolling on to my stomach.

"Ah, it's a comeback?" Jungwon asked, leaning against the wall.

"Yess," Alice answered before sitting up. "Yah Della, we can do this. It's just a comeback," I gave out a sigh and stood up.

"I need to stand up for this, I can't stay still," Alice giggled before joining me.

"What happened?" Jay, Sunoo, Jake and Niki decided to join in as well.

"Treasure has a comeback," Heeseung explained, crossing his arms.

"Do you guys wanna watch with us? It'll be pretty annoying though," I offered, wrapping my arms around Alice.

"Sure, why not?" they all took a seat on the floor beside where Alice and I stood.

"One time for fangirling and one for actually paying attention, kay? Ready?" Alice looked at me. The grins on our faces just couldn't be wiped off.

"Let's go," and play. "Oh God, there's no ads. It's starting."

"Eh?" Alice paused at Junkyu brushing through his hair. "Isn't this Kang Della?" oh great.

"It is!" Heeseung exclaimed loudly. The whole room was suddenly in chaos again. Everyone started brushing their hair repeatedly, clowning the hair thing I did during my entrance test.

"That was really legendary!" Jungwon clapped.

They were all so quiet before. They didn't even say a single word.

"I'm okay," Riki sang while brushing through his hair. Everyone laughed while I covered the embarrassed look on my face.

"Maybe they watched I-Land," Alice smirked.

Oh no, don't get my hopes up.

That comment deserves an arm slap and a tackle.

"That's it! I officially hate Yoon Jaehyuk!" I announced, laying back on the ground.

"Is he your bias?" Sunoo asked. I looked over to the boys and saw Heeseung and Riki playing with their fingers while the rest stared at us.

"No, but he's seriously wrecking right now," Alice answered for the both of us. She got up from the floor and walked towards her bag to take out her stuff.

Sunghoon had joined in just before we replayed the video and it was now Alice's turn to wash up.

"What's the highlight for you?" I asked Alice and sat back up again.

"Mashi's pink hair and Yoon Jaehyuk, definitely. My man looked soo good," she squealed a little. "What about you?"

"Ah everything was crazy," I ran my hand through my hair.

"Yoon Jaehyuk black hair and motorcycle. Choi Hyunsuk black hair and drums. The uniforms. Super-king-cow-baby. Pretty Asahi, pretty Mashi. Yoshi's new thing going on. Kim Doyoung centre dance break. Handsome Kim Junkyu, handsome Bang Yedam, handsome Park Jihoon, and of course my two men," I don't like leaving anyone out.

"As always, Kang Della never leaves anyone out," Alice laughed and entered the bathroom.

I brushed through my hair before looking over at the boys, who were all staring at me.

Okay if I had no idea who they were, that would be pretty creepy, not gonna lie.

"What?" I cocked my head at them.

"You seem to like them a lot," Jay mumbled, adverting his gaze and drawing figures on the floor.

"I've been following them since pre-debut," I shrugged. "They're our age too so it was so easy for me to like them," I smiled to myself.

"Hm," Heeseung hummed. Okay, that's very un-Heeseung of him. "Well then what about us?"

"What about you guys? Of course I like you!" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"But less than them?" Riki mumbled. It was barely audible but I managed to catch it.

"Heyy," I made my way over to Riki, wrapping my arms around him. "You guys come first, of course!"

"Well yeah, it's 'cause we're in the same group," Sunghoon was playing with Jake's hand as he said that.

"Guys.." I pulled away from Riki. They were all avoiding eye contact. "If it's possible, can you all look at me?" their attention immediately snapped to me.

"We're going to be together for a long, long time. Forever. We're going to be together forever," I started, staring at each and every one of their eyes.

"I'm all yours," I said softly. "You guys are my men, my actual men."

Just like that, small smiles start to form on their faces.

"Come on," I stood up and opened my arms. Their smiles grew before they got up to attack me in a group hug.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way," my voice was muffled from being pressed onto Heeseung's shoulder.

"Noo, don't apologise," Jake caressed my back. "Do you think they'll put this in the show?"

"I doubt that they will," Sunghoon answered.

"Yeah why would they want to put 'what's with the tongue' in t- ack!" Sunoo's voice boomed after I kicked his calf.

"Aish, that hurts!" Jungwon complained. Sunoo must've yelled in his ear.

We had a laugh and stayed in the hug for quite a while, engaging in small talks.

"다 사랑해," I said to them in a small voice. 'I love you all.' It was part of Treasure’s song.

"널 사랑해," Jay answered with a low chuckle. 'I love you.'

We heard the bathroom lock click and immediately pulled away, now standing awkwardly.

It'll be quite hard to explain to Alice.

Jay cleared his throat and everyone started to do random things.

"Umm Della?" Jungwon called out after I grabbed the stuff I need since it’s my turn to use the bathroom.

"You.. have more than one bias?" Jungwon asked nervously. I scanned my eyes to look at all the boys who were waiting for my answer.

"I couldn't choose one, they're endearing in their own way," I gave them a warm smile.

"If it's possible, why would I only choose one?"

#kang della #8th member of enhypen #enhypen 8th member #enhypen added member #enhypen eigth member #enhypen female addition #enhypen female member #enhypen female oc #enhypen ff #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #kpop oc #kpop added member #female!enhypen member #enhypen x oc #enhypen oc #enhypen recs #enhypen requests

[moonbeambucky]

Friday Night Fights

Pairing: Wrestler!Bucky Barnes x Reader [AU] Word Count: 5948 Warnings: action, fluff

Summary: A night at a wrestling show proves more than you may be able to handle.

A/N: I’m so excited because I haven’t seen this before and I’m really, really happy with how it turned out! Thank you to my pizza love @all1e23​​​ for beta reading 🍕❤️ Reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated! gif source (x)

It was early in the evening but the sky showed otherwise. Its pitch black blanket draped the world in darkness; a consequence of winter where night rolls over earlier as the days go on. Y/N is huddled together with her friend Wanda, teeth chattering as they brace for a gust of wind, the kind that’s so cold the icy breeze burns your face. They’re standing in a line that wraps around the block, hearing the excited chants from people all around them. Some are a little louder than others and Y/N suspects a few have been keeping warm thanks to those beers wrapped in paper bags. While she was too cold to physically show how excited she was, inside she was thrilled. It was the first Friday of the month and Y/N was spending it the way she’s spent all of them over the past year, front row at a local wrestling show.

MWF had been running monthly shows for a few years now but it wasn’t until Wanda’s brother Pietro begged them to come with him that she was hooked. It was so much fun to watch the athletic matches and even though there were some storylines that bordered on ridiculous they were a lot of fun. Y/N can honestly say she’s never laughed harder than watching a man named Doctor Doom wrestle The Invisible Woman. He was so convincing in kicking his own ass she was almost positive he really was in a match against a woman that no one could see.

Tonight was different though; Y/N and Wanda were alone, waiting to get inside the venue without Pietro because he was making his debut! He caught the wrestling bug from the moment they all went to a show and after speaking with some of the wrestlers he found a local school and started training. Things were rough, as Y/N remembered the day after his first lesson, Pietro was so sore he couldn’t even get off the couch of the apartment they all shared. As his training continued so did his injuries; his body was covered in bruises from all moves he was learning but he didn’t care. Pietro loved it so much and eventually his body got used to the new brand of workouts he was putting it through.

While he was training Pietro still went to shows with Y/N and Wanda but now things were different. He was on hand to help set up the ring during the day, staying after the show to help break it down and pack it in the truck. He no longer viewed each match through the eyes of a fan but as a student, carefully studying each move and the story the wrestlers were telling. Watching them interact with the crowd made him hopeful, imagining himself in that ring one day with a crowd of people cheering for him. That day had finally come.

The show wouldn’t start for another half hour at least so Y/N and Wanda went to the line for refreshments, saying hello to a few people along the way. They had grown familiar with some of the crowd, seeing familiar faces that were also dedicated fans. Besides the regulars there were always new people, fathers with their young children either using this as a replacement for expensive WWE shows or just bonding over more wrestling in their lives. It was always a treat to watch the kids yell at the bad guys as they walked around the ring, pointing fingers in their face before recoiling back with fear if they were snarled at.

There were a lot of women there too, some older ones where it was clear they had grown up watching classic wrestling. Sometimes it was obvious that they were there to meet their favorite stars from the past. Usually the shows had one match that featured someone that used to be really popular. They were older now, a little slower but still put on an entertaining match. During intermission they would sell signed 8x10 pictures from a table off to the side. It isn’t anything compared to the money they used to make but it’s something of a living, and taking a selfie with their fans makes everyone happy.

Other women filled the crowds, young ones that hoped to get in the ring themselves one day or those who were only there to support their boyfriends or other friends who were in the show. You could always tell who was there to support who, watching their disinterested face lift up from the phone it’s been glued to all night to cheer for someone, and once the match was over you could see how quickly they got back to their phone, furiously texting away probably asking when they could finally leave.

After the shows some kids would wait around hoping to meet their favorite wrestler, full of nervous joy as they took a picture with them. It wasn’t always the kids who were anxious to meet someone, a lot of times there would be some women blatantly flirting with some of them. Y/N’s seen a few wrestlers take someone by the hand, pulling them behind the curtain to get lost for a few minutes. As long as everything was consensual there was no issue with it though she couldn’t help but grimace as she watched it happen unbeknownst to that wrestler's girlfriend hanging around and waiting for him to leave the locker room.

Pietro always told her not to say anything. “Keep your eyes open and your mouth shut.” It’s a lesson he learned the hard way after confronting someone about cheating on their girlfriend. They took it out on him during training, leaving a red handprint shaped welt on his chest for days for not minding his business. This was not a side of wrestling that any of them liked.

Making their way to their seats they were taken aback by the presence of the large ring assembled in the center of the room. It was always a beautiful sight and being there felt like home. The cold metal chairs brought comfort, the bright fluorescents that shined down on them from the vaulted ceiling brought warmth like a cozy fireplace. This was more than something to do on a Friday night; it was tradition, creating new memories with every show.

Y/N took off her jacket, draping it over the back of the chair. “Do you like it?” she said, turning to Wanda, proudly showing off her sweatshirt.

The bright blue fabric was eye catching but the design on the front really stood out. It was the symbol for a wrestler that everyone knew was her favorite; red and white circles surrounding a bright white star in the center meant for “Captain America” Steve Rogers, the current MWF heavyweight champion. He was a blue eyed, blond haired, six foot wall of pure muscle with the sweetest baby face she’d ever seen.

Steve was enthralling. Women would scream extra loud as they ogled him (those tights don’t leave much to the imagination) and kids would jump up and down cheering as he gave each and every one a high five. Steve was an all American wrestler, a good-hearted person who believed in clean matches and rushed out from the back to help others if their own opponents were cheating to win. And lately he’s been coming out a lot.

There was a faction known as Hydra that Steve has been feuding with for some time now. A man named Red Skull, whose face was painted to look like one, served as their leader, standing ringside as his assets would fight their way to the top for a shot at the championship. For a while he pushed Crossbones, a real sleazy villain that took cheap shots at the audience, sneering at them as he told them how lucky they were to be in the presence of his greatness. Steve had many fights against Crossbones but he wasn’t alone.

Steve used to be a tag team, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, the Howling Commandos, brothers in arms that were the reigning tag team champions. Fans adored them, cheering as they took on Crossbones and his partner Baron Zemo. One night Steve held up his belt over his head, rejoicing in another win for himself and Bucky, proudly showing it off to the crowd and never expecting what happened next.

A vicious blow knocked him to the mat, the belt dropped from his hands. Confused, Steve tried to get up but a heavy boot kicked him back down. He wondered who was attacking him and if Bucky was faring better than he was, that is until he was able to turn around. Bucky was standing over him, his foot kicking Steve in the ribs. He groaned in pain, his body feeling the agony of the attack but his mind suffered more. “Buck, why?” But Steve never got an answer.

Bucky grabbed his head, forcing him to his feet but Steve fought back to defend himself. He blocked one punch but not the next two blows that came out of nowhere; a swift kick to the stomach from Zemo that sent him right into another strike from Crossbones across his back.

Steve wobbled to his knees disoriented and Bucky took advantage of his former friend’s weakened state. Bucky pulled Steve by the top of his tights setting him bent over between his legs. He smirked feeling his attempt to find the strength to fight back, clawing at Bucky’s thighs to break free. Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve’s waist and with all his might he hoisted him up, flipping Steve’s body up quickly so his legs were straddling Bucky’s head and just as fast he used all his force to slam Steve’s back down onto the mat.

Bucky got up, laughing as he stared at Steve laid out in the ring, joining Crossbones and Baron Zemo as the newest member of Hydra as the crowd roared with anger. Ever since that day Steve has been facing Bucky Barnes now known as The Winter Soldier– an enemy with the face of a friend.

The main event tonight was Steve against the Winter Soldier who was fighting for a shot at the title. Everyone was excited. Y/N wasn’t the only one in a Captain America shirt although some people in the audience smudged black paint around their eyes, emulating their new favorite villain to show their support.

The Winter Soldier had become an intimidating figure, wearing a black mask that covered the bottom half of his face, piercing blue eyes stood out against the smear of black war paint. His left arm was wrapped in silver electrical tape from his wrist and up his forearm, the sections making it look like his arm was replaced by metal plates. A final piece was taped just above his bicep as if to show off the prominent muscle.

He traded bright blue tights for a dark black fabric with a jarring red star on his thigh. It was like he had it just to taunt Steve, showing him he remembered his roots and all the years they spent together as a team but now he no longer cared, twisting the image of a patriotic star for one that was blood red, dripping with the hate that fueled him.

Like everyone else, Y/N couldn’t wait for that match but first the show had to begin. A man walked out from the curtain to a roar of cheers. He was an older man with grey hair that bordered on silver and bright teeth that flashed against tanned skin. He entered the ring with all eyes on him, partially because of his striking gold jacket, beneath it an even bolder red tie that stood out against a bright cobalt blue shirt.

Bringing a microphone to his mouth he spoke, “Welcome to the Marvel Wrestling Federation. I am your host, the Grandmaster!” The Grandmaster smirked, taking in their enthusiasm. The crowd was pumped and he knew it was going to be a great night. “Please welcome your referee for the night Phillip Coulson!”

“COUL-SON! COUL-SON! COUL-SON!” The crowd cheered as a man in a striped shirt entered the ring, a modest smile spreading across his thin lips.

With that the first match of the night began but Wanda could hardly pay attention. Pietro had texted her saying he was going to be in the second match and her leg bounced nervously. She vacillated between feeling excited and nervous, wanting to cheer on her brother for his debut but in the back of her mind she couldn’t help but fear for his safety.

Sure, Pietro had been training for a while but that didn’t mean that things couldn’t go wrong. Y/N looked over at Wanda, taking her hand and squeezing it, hoping to provide some comfort to her, realizing how hard Wanda was squeezing her own hand back as the first match ended.

“Making his debut, all the way from Sokovia, here is Quicksilver!” the Grandmaster’s voice boomed as music hit, and suddenly a figure raced out from the curtains to the sound of fast paced music.

Y/N and Wanda shot up to cheer for him, proudly screaming as he ran around the outside of the ring, slapping hands with everyone before he jumped up on the apron. Stepping inside the ring he went to the corner, standing on the middle ropes as he raised his arms up, smiling at the crowd.

He looked incredible. Neither of them had seen his outfit, ombre blue pants with a white lightning bolt going down the side of his leg. His white boots shined brightly, their luster not yet marred by the history of a long career. His chest was bare and though he was not as tanned as some other wrestlers he still very much looked the part with bright blue elbow pads on his arms. He winked towards Y/N and Wanda, who was filled with nervous energy she could barely hold her phone steady to record his match.

“And his opponent, from Queens, New York he is the amazing Spider-Man!”

Everyone jumped up from their seats to cheer for a masked wrestler who was always a crowd favorite. He was a few inches shorter than Pietro but much slimmer, wearing a full body spandex suit in red and blue with a webbed designed all over it and a small black spider in the center of his chest. His eyes were blocked by a white mesh surrounded by black trim but somehow you could see the expression in them.

Pietro began clapping his hands, a rhythmic beat for the crowd to join in as he and Spider-Man circled each other in the ring. Once they began both men showed off their skill of high flying moves and near pinfalls for each of them with nonstop action throughout and the crowd loved it. Wanda’s smile was stretched proudly across her face as she watched her brother. The match was over before anyone wanted it to be, with Spider-Man climbing to the top turnbuckle and doing a backflip splash onto Pietro for the three count.

Ref Coulson raised Spider-Man’s hand in victory but he quickly went to his opponent and helped him to his feet. Pietro was half-keeled over with one arm across his stomach, feeling the pain from where all of Spider-Man’s weight had landed. Spider-Man took Pietro’s hand, celebrating Quicksilver as a mutually respected opponent.

Wanda and Y/N stood up and cheered loudly, sitting down again once Pietro had gone back through the curtain.

“He was incredible! Did you see that? My. Brother. Did. That!” Wanda exclaimed.

Y/N was just as proud of him, knowing how hard Pietro trained. His first match was a great success and she hoped it would be the start to an incredible career.

The next match saw Quake take on Black Widow, another member of Hydra. She was a short redhead but her opponents should know not to be intimidated by her size. Though she was a strong fighter Black Widow was also conniving, cheating to win whenever it seemed victory was just out of reach.

She walked around the ring with a slow stride, ignoring the boos and comments from the crowd. As she was approaching Y/N she noticed the Captain America shirt she was wearing and her red lips pulled into a disgusted scoff. Black Widow snarled at Y/N, unable to bear the mere sight of her enemy’s symbol.

As soon as the match began the crowd was behind Quake all the way which only seemed to upset Black Widow more, anger that she held firmly inside. She launched a vicious attack, raking Quake in the eyes to impair her vision as she tried to pin her right away. Quake kicked out, and after a lot of back and forth it seemed like Quake was finally getting the upper hand.

Not wanting to lose Black Widow found the strength to stop herself from being thrown into the corner, reversing the move and whipping Quake right into Ref Coulson who dropped to the mat in pain. With Quake and the referee both down Black Widow smirked, using this opportunity to slip out of the ring and grab a metal chair.

Black Widow raised the chair above her hands, about to slam it down onto Quake before she noticed from the corner of her eye that Ref Coulson was using the ropes to ease himself up. Not wanting to be caught, she slammed the chair down onto the mat. The sound alerted Quake who turned around and just as quickly Black Widow threw the chair to Quake and fell down onto the mat. Ref Coulson turned around and was stunned to see Quake holding the chair above her opponent. He refused to listen to her protests as she was caught red handed, signaling to the announcers to end the match and the bell rang.

The Grandmaster’s voice echoed through the room, “The winner of this match as a result of a disqualification, Black Widow!”

The crowd booed as Quake continued to argue with the referee. He helped Black Widow up from the mat, unable to see the wicked grin that spread across her face. Her expression was one Y/N saw again that night as Crossbones and Zemo fought against Falcon and Hawkeye but unlike Black Widow, their opponents would not fall for Hydra’s tricks.

Hawkeye spotted Zemo hiding by the apron of the ring, trying to hold Falcon’s foot down so he couldn’t kick out as Crossbones attempted to pin him. Racing towards him, Hawkeye speared Zemo into the guardrails, knocking him out. Crossbones and Falcon were trading punches and Falcon was stumbling in the center of the ring. Crossbones began to climb to the top rope, setting himself up to jump off and hit his signature move, the Strike Force.

Seeing this Hawkeye jumped to the apron, knocking into Crossbones who landed crotch first into the turnbuckle, letting out a painful groan. Hawkeye called out for Falcon who turned around, and both men climbed to the top rope, lifting Crossbones to a standing position as they threw his arms over theirs.

This was their finishing move, the Birds of a Feather, as Falcon and Hawkeye did a simultaneous backflip off the top rope, while holding Crossbones who flipped along with them, slamming furiously onto the mat. Thunderous applause carried through the room as the referee counted to three and Falcon and Hawkeye remained the MWF tag team champions.

There were so many other matches that kept Y/N and Wanda entertained, like Thor against his brother Loki, the two having their own long standing feud but now it was time for the final match and Y/N was full of anticipation.

The Grandmaster stood in the center of the ring again, commanding the microphone as he spoke to the crowd. “Wow, what a show, what a night! And now, without further ado… it’s main event time! Making his way to the ring at 240 pounds he is the fist of Hydra, The Winter Soldier!”

The faint sound of music is heard over the crowd, like a scream heard underwater. The tension builds with a growing hum, the cry is louder yet different, mechanized, like someone is trapped inside a machine. A motorcycle hums, revving its engine, racing louder and louder until a crash of metal clangs.

At the height of tension the Winter Soldier takes a solid step through the curtain as the haunting scream blares out. It’s as if the person he used to be was still inside, Bucky Barnes, Howling Commando, friend to Steve Rogers, trapped inside the shell of a brainwashed assassin, scratching at the walls and screaming to free himself. But the Winter Soldier is nothing like Bucky Barnes.

His movements are deliberate and slow as he stalks the ring. Blue eyes visible through the darkness of black around them. They speak volumes with every glare as he makes his way around the ring. Kids who are brave enough scream at him but the Winter Soldier doesn’t react. He’s cold, devoid of emotion, as mechanic as the sounds of his entrance music. Y/N does see something in his eyes, the subtle squint as he sees her Captain America shirt. She, like many others, boo him as he passes by.

Not everyone hates the Winter Soldier though; he has his own fan base that doesn’t care about what side of good he’s on. Y/N can hear the difference in the tone of their screams, lascivious howls as he steps in the ring. They cry out as he undoes the buckles of his leather jacket to reveal a broad chest and she wouldn’t be surprised if they had dollars ready in between their fingers to stuff down his pants. His hair is dark and stringy, falling just on top of his muscular shoulders. He removes his muzzle, rolling his neck from side to side as he awaits his foe.

“From Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is your Heavyweight Champion, Captain America, Steve Rogers!”

Patriotic horns blare along with rhythmic percussion, building triumphantly until Captain America pops through the curtain to a clamor of cheers. The belt shines brightly around his waist as he takes a second to pose, hooking his thumbs into the top, proud to be the champion.

Y/N stands up, cupping her hands around her mouth to amplify the sound of her cheers making them rise above the rest. Steve was slapping hands with a group of children but he heard her, his boyish smile growing as he turned to see her in the front row wearing his symbol.

As Steve approached Y/N he took her hand, pressing a kiss to the top of it that set her cheeks on fire. She sat down giggling in her seat with Wanda, hardly able to look at Steve anymore even though she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Her breath got caught in her chest for a moment as the Winter Soldier glared in her direction. She swallowed the hard lump in her chest uncomfortably, feeling on edge by the intensity of his stare.

The Grandmaster leaves the ring as Ref Coulson pats down the legs of both men to make sure none of them have any weapons. Steve would never but you can’t put anything past Hydra. The bell rings and the match begins, both men circling each other. Steve puts his hand out to shake, an honorable sign of respect he shows towards all of his opponents but his former friend roughly slaps it away. The Winter Soldier lunges towards Steve to spear him to the ground, unleashing an assault of vicious punches to the champion.

Steve blocked what he could but it seems like the Winter Soldier is on a mission to take him out. Steve is able to push him off, rolling over to try and stand but his opponent is on his feet first The Winter Soldier grabbed Steve and squeezed him into a headlock, tightening his grip as Steve hissed. Steve tried to get out of the hold, clawing and punching his way to get the man who used to be Bucky to release it. Instead he bends his knees and gets his arms under the Winter Soldier’s thighs, with all of his strength Steve flipped him over his shoulder but the reprieve did not last long.

Just as quickly he was attacked again but Steve grabbed the Soldier’s hand, whipping him into the ropes. As the Winter Soldier ran back towards Steve he was caught with the strong force of Steve’s drop kick that sent him to the mat. Steve went to cover him for the pin but the Soldier kicked out. The match had everyone on edge, back and forth as they traded powerful moves until both men were laid out in the ring.

“Come on Steve!” Y/N shouted.

He was dazed, trying to get up as the ref began a countdown from ten. He slapped the mat with his palm slowly and the crowd joined him; slow claps that built with speed, encouraging Steve to get to his feet. The Winter Soldier stood before Steve did so he grabbed him by the back of the head, slamming his face into the turnbuckles. The Winter Soldier set Steve up in the corner, slapping his chest with a violent thwack. Steve screamed in pain, the sting burning his skin.

The Soldier slapped him two more times before he grabbed him by the hand and violently threw him into the other corner. Steve’s back hit the turnbuckle and he groaned in pain. The Winter Soldier ran towards him but at the last second Steve lifted his foot to kick him in the face. The Soldier stumbled and Steve hoisted himself up to the middle rope, jumping off and locking his arms around the Winter Soldier's head; the momentum allowed him to swing his body around and as Steve landed on his back the Winter Soldier was stunned from the impact of the top of his head being driven into the mat.

Steve goes for the cover but the Soldier just barely kicks out. The crowd groans in frustration with Steve who gets up. With the Winter Soldier still down Steve gets up, he leaps to the center of the ropes, springboards off the top rope and does a back flip. It’s the Star Spangled Splash and the crowd goes wild as Steve crashes down on the Winter Soldier. He goes for the cover again, the referee counts, one, two, thr– The Winter Soldier kicks out at the last second.

Frustration washes over an exhausted Steve. He grabs the Winter Soldier by the hair to get him to his feet. Steve gets the Soldier in a front facing headlock and tosses his left arm over his own neck. He hooks his own arm behind the Soldier’s left leg, cradling the Winter Soldier against him. His hold is locked tight and then Steve throws himself backwards, tossing the Winter Soldier over his head. He’s pinned to the mat, his head and leg still locked in Steve’s clutches, and Steve does a bridge to add more pressure to the hold.

Steve is waiting, holding the Winter Soldier down expecting the referee to be counting. He’s been holding him down for longer than the count of three so where is the ref? The crowd is screaming, telling Ref Coulson to turn around but he doesn’t hear them. He’s too busy dealing with Red Skull and Black Widow who had rushed out from the entrance. He knew it was almost over for the Winter Soldier and he wasn’t going to let Captain America have another victory over them.

Red Skull made Black Widow jump up on the curtain to distract the referee as Crossbones and Baron Zemo snuck inside the ring, stomping on Steve’s stomach. He released the hold, groaning as the men continued to stomp him.

“Turn around! Ref, turn around!” Y/N, Wanda and so many others pleaded.

Crossbones grabbed Steve, lifting him into a fireman’s carry as Zemo climbed to the top rope. He swung Steve around to disorient him, inadvertently knocking into Ref Coulson who dropped to the mat. Zemo flew off the top rope to add to Steve’s pain as Crossbones spun him out, spiking his head into the mat.

The Winter Soldier rolled out of the ring, going over to the table where the Grandmaster was sitting. He grabbed the championship belt in a vicious tug of war that the Grandmaster had no shot of winning. Steve was using the ropes to get to his feet and the Winter Soldier ran full steam, hitting him in the head with his own belt.

Chaos broke out as the bell was ringing for the match to end but no one inside the ring seemed to care. They used every opportunity they could to continue their assault on Steve.

Y/N got to her feet, leaning over the guardrails as she screamed at all of Hydra. The Winter Soldier whipped his head in her direction, his eyes flaring with rage. He signaled to Crossbones and Zemo who dragged a half-conscious Steve to his knees. He was in the corner, his head dropping forward as both men held his arms back.

The Winter Soldier jumped down from the ring with determination, stomping towards Y/N who was still giving him shit, screaming “You knew you could never beat Steve in a fair fight!”

Wanda was trying to pull Y/N down to her seat as the intimidating frame of the Winter Soldier hovered in front of them but it didn’t stop her. Y/N’s arms were in his face as she continued to defend her favorite wrestler. “You’ll never win! Steve will always kick your ugly, frostbitten ass!”

A round of “oohs” spread out from around her, the sound that quickly turned into “ahhs” as Y/N screamed. Her words were enough to break the Winter Soldier who grabbed her with two hands by the throat, lifting her over the guardrails. Her legs kicked furiously to get out of the chokehold as she struggled to breathe.

Wanda was screaming as the Winter Soldier placed Y/N down, only to quickly toss her into the ring. Confused, she crawled to the corner in an attempt to get out, feeling the unfamiliar padding under her palms but she didn’t get far. The Winter Soldier pulled her by the foot, dragging her back.

Y/N screamed for help and the Grandmaster shot up but Red Skull saw him coming and kicked him in the face, laying him out before he could make it into the ring. Cowering on all fours, Y/N began screaming as she felt the bottom of her sweatshirt being pulled off. She held onto the hem of the shirt she had on underneath; far too thin to be worn alone, her arms prickled with goosebumps but Y/N couldn’t think about that. Fear ran through her veins and she stumbled backwards, leaning against the turnbuckles. The Winter Soldier held up her sweatshirt that bore Steve’s symbol to the crowd and facing her again he ripped it in half, tossing the shredded fabric at Steve.

This jolted him alert and Steve looked around, getting his bearings. His eyes shot open wide as he realized one of his fans was in the ring. Steve struggled to break free and Red Skull saw the determination in his eyes. Steve was straining his muscles to loosen the hold but Red Skull came up behind him, locking Steve’s head in a chokehold as Crossbones and Zemo strengthened their hold on Steve’s arms.

Black Widow sauntered towards the fearful Y/N, who begged mercilessly to be left alone but she should have known Hydra only cares about themselves and they needed to make a point. There was nothing Steve could do but watch as Black Widow lifted Y/N above her shoulders in a fireman’s carry, the girl helpless in her arms.

Wanda screamed in fear as Black Widow popped Y/N’s legs up, throwing them behind her as she locked her arms around Y/N’s head, magnifying the impact on Y/N’s neck as she hit the mat.

The crowd lost their minds, screaming as one of their own was unmoving in the center of the ring. Steve fought harder to be free of his hold and his enemies let him go. He walked straight into a fierce kick to the stomach from the Winter Soldier who quickly hooked Steve’s arms behind his back, locking his grip around them.

This was it, his finisher– the Dead of Winter.

He lifted Steve into a vertical position with his back against the Soldier’s chest, holding him there as if to prove to the fans that he was obviously the stronger of the two former Howling Commandos. The Winter Soldier then dropped to the mat, driving Steve’s head straight into the unforgiving ring.

“HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!” The crowd went wild as the Winter Soldier bared his teeth, a growling scream as he defeated his former friend.

Steve was on his back unmoving as Black Widow dragged Y/N’s lifeless body and draped it over him. The Winter Soldier laid Steve’s belt on top of her, as he and Hydra taunted the crowd, showing them what they thought about Captain America, his fans and his stupid title.

Security was finally called in but it was too late, Hydra had left the ring. Ref Coulson was dazed but awake, horrified to see a fan in the ring. Weakened, he called out for medical attention the girl in the ring and Steve, telling them not to touch them.

Most of the crowd filed out of the building but some of them stayed, like Wanda who cried as she watched Y/N being loaded onto a stretcher, carefully taken out of the ring with a collar around her neck.

Y/N opened her eyes to find a massive shadowy figure standing over her. Through a curtain of dark hair she recognized the blue eyes of the Winter Soldier. A smile spread across his face as his hands came for her throat… removing the collar that was stabilizing her neck.

“How’d I do Buck?” she asked with excitement bursting in every word.

“So good doll,” Bucky said, taking her hand so she could sit up.

He stood between her legs, his arms finding their spot on her waist as he pressed a kiss to her lips. She tasted salt from his sweat but it was something she was used to after so many nights of training together.

“I can’t wait for you to make your debut. You and Steve versus me and Tash.”

She nodded, smiling just as widely as he was. “I think Wanda’s more excited to seek revenge on what ‘the Black Widow’ did to her friend,” Y/N joked. “Did she tell you she picked a gimmick name? Scarlet Witch.”

“It suits her,” Bucky said, taking his hand to gently rub away some dirt from the mat that was on Y/N’s cheek. “How ‘bout we get cleaned up and maybe tonight you can try and pin me?” A smirk pulled at his lips, the glint of mischief twinkled in Bucky’s eyes.

“Try?” Y/N scoffed, looking into the eyes of her boyfriend with a smirk of her own. “Oh I don’t need to try Bucky, I can get you on your back with ease.”

Bucky grinned, pressing another kiss to her soft lips as he helped her off the stretcher. Y/N already won his heart, a match that Bucky happily lost.

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BTS Reaction || You’re An Idol And Faint [Request]

[BTS X Gender Neutral Reader]

Seokjin:

Your manager was walking around backstage telling all of your members to get into their starting position,

"Is your boyfriend here?" Your maknae asked coming over to you for help on her zipper, you turned her around while you did the zipper up on her dress.

"Jin and I are just friends." You lied as she turned around to face you once again, everyone knew you were dating but you had to keep up the friends act in front of reporters and fans since it was written within your contract to forbid you from dating for at least another year yet,

"Is he here?" You rolled your eyes at her and pointed out through the small curtain to the front row, Jin was sitting in the centre waiting for you along with the rest of BTS. It was your comeback stage meaning you and your group had been training for months for this and it was finally happening,

"Starting places!" Your manager snapped at everyone she seemed a lot more stressed than you did at the moment considering you were the one running on 3 hours of sleep from the last two days but you were used to the late nights you'd been like this since your trainee years.

"You okay?" The second oldest of your group asked as you stood in front of her ready to start your opening lines, the microphone on your head wobbled as you nodded in an answer to her.

"I'm fine, you guys ready?" The music began and the curtains lifted, you sang your lines as best as you could before moving to the back and continuing the dancing.

Jin watched from the front row with a giant smile on his face, he was always so proud of you and your group for doing what you did, you were one of the best in the industry and he always expressed his love for your music.

"Jin stop dancing," Jimin chuckled, if he gave anymore hints that he knew the brand new choreography it would more than obvious that you were dating.

"Do they look okay to you?" Yoongi asked noticing you as you stumbled a little, you were looking a little confused next and before they knew it you were on the floor at the back of the group, the music cut and the curtain dropped.

"Y/N!" Jin screamed not caring about paparazzi or fans seeing his display, all he cared about was finding out if his partner was okay after going down like that

(X)

He'd rushed backstage to find you being carried into an ambulance and demanded that he got to go with you, he wasn't about to let anyone stop him. He either went in the ambulance or he made it clear he'd find another way there.

"How are you feeling?" Jin asked when you woke up a few hours later, you'd been in and out of it all night since you got to the hospital. It scared the hell out of Jin seeing you collapse the way you did.

"I'm okay, what happened on the stage? Did we finish?" You rushed to sit up in the bed but Jin pushed you to lay back down telling you not to worry about any of that right now,

"You're going to make it up another time, right now you need to rest. Your maknae said you haven't been sleeping." You shook your head trying to pass it off as if it was nothing but it wasn't nothing, it was a huge deal especially in the industry where things could go wrong due to the lack of sleep.

"Why haven't you been sleeping?" You knew Jin would never drop it so you were going to have to talk about it sooner or later,

"I've been stressed, I know it's stupid. I trained for this, I'm the leader of a diverse group of 12 people I should be good at this but-"

"Don't do that, don't blame yourself. You should be getting help with the group, they can't expect you to manage alone." You sighed as he took your hand in yours trying to comfort you in any way that he could,

"I'm sorry, the comeback was coming up quick and I guess I just forgot I had to sleep." He kissed the top of your hand and promised he would do his best to make sure you were getting the rest you deserved from now on.

Yoongi:

This was the first time that you were going to be presenting on the MCountdown show since you debuted, your group were performing later as well so you'd been up to your neck in practice, along with working on your new comeback album. You were presenting alongside Hyunjin today and you were both getting along great backstage and on stage,

"Y/n? These just came for you." Hyunjin said as he held up a card in his hand, you took it from his grasp and opened it to see a message from Yoongi inside.

"Waiting in the usual spot, good luck?" Hyunjin was reading over your shoulder so you playfully jabbed him in the side when your stomach growled loudly. You hadn't eaten a single thing all day thanks to your tightly packed schedule.

"You hungry? They have something back-"

"They're on a diet." Your managed quipped looking up from her phone for the first time in the last two hours of sitting there doing nothing. Hyujin gave her the side-eye before you reassured him that it was fine and you'd just grab something back at your dorm room later. You knew Yoongi was going to be waiting for you backstage in his usual spot, he would stand watching you whenever you had a performance, he'd stand where you could see him and he could see you clearly enough without being spotted.

"On stage please!" The producer called out clapping his hands together taking you and Hyunjin jump up and go towards the main stage. You caught a glimpse of Yoongi in his suit as you went up onto the stage, taking your microphone and plastering the giant fake smile across your face.

"Hi! Welcome back to Mcountdown! Today we have a lot of special performances from Stray Kids, BTS, TXT, and Lovestruck!" You said clapping your hands as you announced your group name.

Yoongi smiled his bright gummy bear smile as he watched you presenting the show but there was something wrong, whenever the camera panned off of you you would hold onto Hyunjin. The lights seemed to be bothering you a lot more than they usually would and you were swaying in place.

"Next up we have TXT with 'Can't You See me." The camera cut away to the boys on the other stage and the second you were free you stumbled into Hyunjin holding onto his arm for dear life as you felt a wave of dizziness hit you out of nowhere.

"Y/n?" His voice seemed distant as you began to fade out of consciousness.

"Y/N!" Yoongi yelled right before you fell down onto the floor, the microphone slipping out of your hand and hitting the floor creating horrible feedback through the audio systems.

(X)

Yoongi held onto the muffin you were picking from as you stared at him, the producers and medics had brought you backstage after you fainted and told you it was the lack of food in your system causing you to pass out.

"It's the new diet, I promise I'm eating enough I just forgot to eat during my time period today." You told Yoongi who was red in the face from anger but it wasn't directed at you, it was to your manager who claimed that the diet was to stick despite this happening to you.

"Y/n is fine the way they are!" You'd heard him yelling when you first woke up on the sofa with Hyunjin by your side.

"I'll have her sued, or fired, anything." He ranted to you as he handed you some more of the muffin, you kissed his cheek thanking him for doing this for you and promising him that everything would be okay, diet or no diet you were going to eat what you needed to prevent this from happening again.

Hoseok:

The company you worked for were making sure that you wore long sleeves to cover up your arms, you had a large tattoo down your left arm and it was against their policy to allow you to show it during concerts - although your fans had seen it plenty of times and adored the tattoos on you your company was just following protocol.

"You look like you're about to drop," Hoseok said as you came off stage for a small intermission, your Maknae and eldest member were both talking on the main stage while you switched into another outfit.

"It's hot out there," You tried to laugh off the fact that you were getting dizzy, you should have been used to this by now. The long shirts were nothing usually but that was in your practice studio not on stage with all of the lights scolding down on you while you worked hard for your fans.

"Take this," He handed you a small fan he was using backstage along with a bottle of water and you headed off to get changed into yet another long sleeve shirt, this was one thicker than the rest, Hobi looked worried when you passed him on the way back to the stage.

"Are you guys ready!?" You yelled talking to fans while the rest of your group went to go and get changed,

"You guys are going to love the next one, it's a sneak peek at the next album." You laughed softly telling them that they were the most spoiled fandom, you glanced over to the Maknae who was rushing back onto the stage with her microphone in hand. It was a slower song, one that you'd dedicated to the fans for being so loyal with you all so it didn't involve any dancing thank goodness but the lights were still making it hard for you to breath.

"3...2...1..." The music began softly in your earpiece and you held the microphone to your lips as you began to sing softly along to the lyrics that you'd all written together.

Fans screamed as you sat back against the floor holding your microphone up to your head as you tried to push through it, some of them thought you'd gotten so sad over the lyrics but everyone else could clearly see you were fighting passing out on the stage, Hoseok stared at the stage managers who were all in a debate about what they were supposed to be doing right now.

"Get them off the stage! They're going to pass out!" He ordered loudly, he knew that he had no control over them but he had control over what happened to you, the love of his life and he wasn't about to let you get hurt or worse on stage.

(X)

"Hobi I'm fine," You whispered as he tried to put a wet cloth on your forehead yet again, you were back at your dorms with the rest of your group putting out a personal statement of apology while your fans were rioting. They were in full rage about you wearing long sleeves and demanding that you got to wear something you wouldn't get too hot in on stage, that it was unfair to single you out the way your company were doing.

"You passed out-"

"Only for a couple of minutes, it was too hot." You mumbled not wanting to be babied anymore than you were but the whole group had done nothing but baby you since you got off stage and were continuing to do so now.

"Hobi please, just get into bed and cuddle me?" He nodded and put the wet cloth away so he could get into the bed behind you and cuddle you to sleep.

Namjoon:

It was no secret that being an idol and being in the public eye had its ups and downs, you were experiencing a lot of the downs lately as you came under fire from tabloids accusing you of taking drugs and performance enhancers on stage to make you seem better. As a soloist it was hard and you were struggling to keep yourself calm most days, if you were in a group it would have shifted onto something else far quicker than it was but you were alone throughout all if it except for your fans and Namjoon - your boyfriend who had done nothing but defend you since the bullshit stories came to light. Your company were in the middle of a battle against some magazines to sue them for slander but it didn't stop since more stories were being made up daily.

"You okay?" You ignored the stylist who was working on your face, you knew it wasn't her fault that all of this was happening but you were angry at everybody around you. Namjoon was standing in the doorway watching as you got up, you were performing for a small show tonight and it was your first show since the stories came out,

"You need to calm down before you go out there," You knew he was right, being angry on stage was not going to fix anything. It would only increase the stories but you couldn't help it, on your way into the venue paparazzi had done nothing but accuse you of taking more drugs, demanding that you hand yourself into the police and just admitted everything you'd been doing...which was nothing.

"I'm fine," You lied faking a smile in his direction and heading over to your stage manager who was telling you all of the details you needed to know for the show. Where to stand, what cameras to look at and where you had to finish in order for everything to go over smoothly.

"Performing their new comeback single Y/n y/l/n!" The audience clapped and you smiled at them going on and introducing yourself before the music started. Namjoon watched closely as you tried to focus on the singing rather than the small row of people in the front yelling abuse at you, they weren't happy that you were there and giving a small performance since they believed the rumours to be true. The song was coming to an end and your heart began to thump as you realised that they were going to keep doing this all of the time, they were going to get angrier and angrier no matter if the stories were true or not.

"Are they okay?" Someone asked out loud, Namjoon watched in horror as your eyes began to roll back and you stumbled towards the exit of the stage without finishing the song.

"Y/n?!" He panicked rushing over to you as you passed out in his arms, he called for someone to get a medic while he tried to get you to wake up.

(X)

The medic sighed as he went over with you what could have happened if you weren't careful,

"I told you not to go on stage angry," You stared at Namjoon daring him to say he told you so again and he shut up.

"The media is going to have a field day." You groaned pulling the blanket over your head as you sat on the sofa in one of the changing rooms backstages. He wrapped his arm around you promising that he would find a way to stop everything from happening but it was impossible. You'd seen the video and if you weren't you, you would think you'd been on drugs as well by the way your eyes rolled back and you stumbled.

"Your company will work it out, they'll spin it around and tell them it was due to the copious amounts of stress you've been under." He was good at this, trying to comfort you when you knew something bad was going to happen. You laid your head on his shoulder as you tried not to think of all the stories that were bound to come out about the performance.

Jimin:

This was your first fan signing back after taking a couple of months away due to your anxiety, all of your fans were supportive of this and were excited to see you back with the rest of your group. Your boyfriend - Jimin - had even come out to see you, he was waiting backstage of course not wanting to make the fan sign all about him,

"Is it true he came out to come and see you?" A fan questioned as you started singing his book, you looked up at him and smiled.

"Yeah he came out this morning, it was such a shock." He took your hand in his and smiled brightly at you, telling you how much you inspired him to keep working towards his goals in life and how seeing you talk about your mental health so openly with the fans inspired him to open up to his family.

"I'm glad I can help, thank you." You whispered watching as he walked over to the next member, you greeted the next fan who was just as happy as the last one that Jimin had come by for moral support,

"We love that you're back, we missed you." You started tearing up as she said it, you wanted to lean across the table and hug every single fan but it was against the company policy to do so, so you held their hands as long as you could before they moved on.

"A small song from our lead vocalist!" The leader of your group said pointing at you, you were wearing a stitch hat on your head and holding onto a dancing flower.

"Sure," You laughed looking around the group asking what song they wanted to hear from you and they all suggested Promise by Jimin since he was the one backstage. You tried to remember your breathing exercises as you waited for some music to start playing, you'd been fine up until this point and it was as if the Maknae could sense what was happening, she took your hand in hers and began singing along with you. But all of the eyes staring back at you was starting to play with your head, you stumbled on the words before your heart began racing.

"Oh no." Jimin whispered watching as he knew what was about to happen,

"Someone go and get them-" It was too late you were stumbling backwards into the fansign table as the anxiety attack started to cause you to pass out. Jimin ignored the managers as he ran out onto the stage to see if you were okay, fans were screaming to get you off the stage and make sure you got some rest.

(X)

Fans had been sending positive messages through twitter and instagram since you got back to your dorms with the group and Jimin - who hadn't left your side since getting you off the stage.

"You were supposed to take it easy," He whispered as he drew circles into the lower part of your back to try and calm you down,

"I thought I was fine, my anxiety was okay but then-"

"All the eyes, the people screaming?" You nodded and let out a small whimper but he just wrapped his arms around you tightly not wanting you to get upset over something like this. It was going to get easier for you but you had to take it easy, you had to take your time and try to go with the flow instead of rushing to make yourself feel better.

"Your fans understand that you need time, just take as much as you need." He whispered as you yawned, the passing out and anxiety attack had made you incredibly tired so you nodded along to what he was saying before laying your head down on his chest to get some sleep.

Taehyung:

You were panting heavily as you rushed off the stage to get changed into the next outfit for the next routine you were doing, it was your final concert of the season and you and your group were going as hard as you could to make this work out great for your fans who seemed more sad than excited. It wasn't as though it was your final ever goodbye, it was just a goodbye for now while you all took a year off to get some well deserved time off. Taehyung was watching front row, he wanted to watch from the fan point of view instead of backstage, everyone knew you were dating anyway. Your company saw no reason to hide the relationship since you had been together for years and it was stable enough to survive something coming at it from the tabloids.

"This is the final song of the night guys," You said sadly as you walked back out onto the stage in shorts, and a black laced sleeved shirt, the crowd booed as you said it and you laughed along with them as you went onto a speech about how it wasn't going to be forever, just for now.

"We wrote to you guys a song to enjoy while we have some time off, we hope you like it. It's a little on the slow side compared to what you're used to but I'm sure you'll love it all the same." The piano began playing softly over the speakers and Taehyung smiled, he'd been with you in the studio when you came up with the lyrics. Each verse, chorus and pre-chorus was devoted to the fandom and how you were always going to be there for them, no matter the time or day. It was the best way you could have connected with them under everything that was going on,

"Y/n hasn't drunk a single thing on stage, I hope they're drinking when they're off stage." Taehyung heard one of the girls behind him say, he'd noticed it as well and usually, he would be the one backstage reminding you to drink before going back on but he wasn't there.

"Maybe they are, I'm sure they're fine." He heard a male voice say back to her but now that it had been pointed out to him Taehyung couldn't unsee it, you looked a little dishevelled as you tried to keep up with the lyrics. You walked back to lean onto a speaker that was on stage and your fans knew instantly that something was wrong, but it was you and Taehyung watched as you powered through the urge to pass out.

(X)

"You're not going back out there." Your manager snapped as you tried to get up to go out for the final goodbye to your fans but no one was going to let you, the rest of your group had already explained why you weren't on stage and that you were taking the right actions to rehydrate yourself and get better,

"When was the last time you drank anything and don't give us any excuses." Taehyung stared at you waiting for an answer, he knew he'd sounded harsh but you had to make sure you were taking care of yourself.

"This morning when I woke up, I had a cup of tea-"

"I told you to always take a bottle of water everywhere you go, and the stage is full of them why didn't you just-"

"I forgot." You cut him off and he sighed taking your hand in his and trying to remind you all of the important reasons why hydrating was important, especially under the giant stage lights and screaming fans. You could have had a serious accident instead of just a small fainting stage.

"I'm sorry, I promise to try harder." You whispered to him as he handed you a cup of water with a metal straw inside of it.

Jungkook:

You'd been training for the move for weeks and it was finally the day you were going to do it on live TV in front of everyone.

"Are you sure you can do this?" Jungkook asked, his voice laced with worry at the thought of you doing something that could seriously hurt you but you'd done it a million times and promised him that it was easy.

"ArE YoU SuRe YoU cAn Do ThIs?" You playfully mocked but stopped once you saw how seriously worried about it he was, it was the ending move for the dance number you were doing and it would be there for every performance of this song you would have to do.

"Sorry baby, yes I'm sure." You reassured him kissing his cheek as you heard your group name being called out, you were due on stage and didn't have time to put his mind at ease anymore than you had already tried to.

"Trust me!" You yelled as you walked away from him going out towards the stage. Jungkook was going to be watching from the side of the stage like he did every other time you performed on the show. He was always there to support you unless he was away on tour and couldn't make it back in time for something.

"This is it!" The choreography said excitedly to Jungkook as they both watched you closely, you were on your back ready to do the kickflip up onto your feet. The beat dropped and you kicked up landing on your feet and stumbling a little, you nailed it though and the music cut as the cameras moved away. As soon as the cameras dropped so did you, your body hit the floor and Jungkook screamed rushing over to you to see what was going on.

(X)

"It was nothing, I got up a little too fast." You said as Jungkook walked into the room, the medic that was on site had just come by to check you over.

"It looked awesome though!" Your maknae yelled but stopped once he saw the death glare that he was getting from a worried-looking Jungkook,

"I thought you could do it-"

"I did do it." You corrected him taking a sip of the water in front of you and staring at him, he didn't look happy that you were trying to get out of having this conversation with him.

"Look. I got up too quick from the kick but I'm fine, the medic said I should take it slower next time and it'll be fine."  You told him but he was still going to worry about it every time you did the move, scared you'd do what you did just then and pass out you could read his facial expressions so easily so you took his hand in yours to reassure him that everything would be fine in the future but it wasn't going to stop him from worrying about it. Nothing would he loved you too much for anything to happen to you.

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[mikrowrites]

•aaron tveit headcanons•

a/n: aight guys I’m not dead! i haven’t really had the time to write much, but aaron tveit lives in my heart rent free so here’s these dumb kinda specific really long headcanons:

so you both probably met pretty early into aaron’s career

it’s probably safe to say both of you would have the same if not similar careers, broadway and acting

and though aaron was lucky enough to get his big break, you had unfortunately not (yet) and had to wait tables for a couple years after college

(insert waitress/customer troupe here)

you worked at a restaurant close to the theatre district after undergrad and aaron was starring in Hairspray

the boy saw you and was w h i p p e d

would come to the restaurant like 4 days a week

kinda creeped you out ngl

finally got the balls to actually start a conversation and boom: instant friends

and you guys were friends for a while! dumbass and chaotic conversation was a YES

“did you know barcodes scan the white space and not the black lines”

“WAIT WHAT??”

“how many orders of fries would put me in the er?”

“uhhh... 30”

you first caught feelings when aaron invited you to see him as Fiyero in Wicked

was it his amazing talent and charm? or was it his tight pants? you’d never tell

but nevertheless, oh shit! the friends to lovers troupe!

aaron is a manly man™️ and will always say he asked you out first

which is somewhat true, but you always argue the dinner you took him to after that show was the first date

because that’s when you first kissed him

and just like that! he asks you out!

first date is literally a d r e a m

no romantic dinner, no dress and tux

there was wine tho

you and aaron watched a Yankees game and got drunk off your asses laughing and screaming at the tv and annoying aaron’s roommate

did it end with both of you passed out on his couch cuddling? maybe it did

best. first. date. ever.

the second date WAS a nicer one, going out to eat and wandering the streets of New York City

and yes, some dates were ABSOLUTELY a par 9 on a golf course

you didn’t really put a label on your relationship for a while

because aaron’s career began to take off with next to normal and you finally got your big break on a national tour!

it was pretty bittersweet, though

you and aaron had a healthy conversation about your relationship, and decided you weren’t quite dating yet, but still talking. you guys wanted to see if you could manage the whole “gone for months at a time” thing

and you could!

skype, texting, and random 1 am phone calls

one time you feel asleep during one of the calls, and aaron just smiled and watched you sleep (not in a creepy way guys)

when you came back from tour you’d think you had come home from war

he all but tackles you into a hug, and kisses you

“let’s make this work”

so lo and behold! you were dating!

takes you to meet his family on thanksgiving

they love you

attending the tonys together, which was basically the first time you two confirmed a relationship

he said “I love you” first

a couple years would go by, catch me if you can and such, and you make your broadway debut!!

you’re def a triple threat

aaron’s so gushy about it, constantly brags about you

rumor has it he cried watching the opening night, denies it every time

literally glued to you for the entire after party, he’s just seriously so proud and in love awwh

and then he books les miz and graceland

you’re unable to travel to London w him since you’re in your own show, and it hits both of you hard

so what does this mfer do?

it’s the morning he leaves for shooting and you’re dropping him off at the airport

“hey when i get back from filming wanna get married?”

“sure”

totally gave you a little prize machine plastic ring at the airport

you guys are literally SO NONCHALANT about it as everyone around you goes insane

“i’m engaged, i guess”

the internet blows up because they actually can’t figure out if you guys are serious or not

don’t worry, aaron actually proposed properly with a proper ring eventually

you still wear the plastic ring on a chain around your neck for a while tho

you both decide to get an apartment together

domestic couple things

Your neighbors probably hate you from the amount of times you both have “sing-offs”

slow dancing in the kitchen, laundry day, watching football games together gets aggressive

i firmly believe that you aren’t a Dallas Cowboys fan

the biggest fights you have honestly is about the NFL

in all seriousness there is still small conflict every once in a while, but you both are fantastic at communication

attending the oscars with aaron

“yeah but lOoK aT mY BeAuTiFuL FiAnCeE”

you’d be lying if watching the oscars performance didn’t turn you on a bit

but ANYWAYS

you guys get married!

it’s definitely not a huge fancy wedding, just friends and family

you know for a FACT he’d sing “marry me a little” at the reception he so would

you guys dance all night

it’s adorable, his hand literally never leaves yours

you end up with a sinus infection from all the cake frosting he smears on your face

aaron felt really bad for it, so like a good wife you hold it over him for eternity

“remember that time we missed our flight to Belize because we were in the ER-“

“OH MY GOD—“

went to Belize to honeymoon eventually anyways

aaron was very much like that one john mulaney sketch

“that’s my wife!”

“hey! have you met my wife yet?”

“i love my wife”

life goes on for you two, you remain hopping from broadway show to show

aaron ends up working on his acting career more

lots of time apart, but that just makes the time together more precious

adorable phone contact names

“wifey❤️” and “hubby❤️”

you were on set a lot for rehearsals of Grease Live

you actually helped assist in some of the choreography from time to time

impromptu golf cart rides

and you get to watch it live! like, you were AT the carnival on the set!

you’re just really proud of your mans :,)

family and friends keep pestering you both to have kids

so you adopt a dog (MILES BBY I LOVE YOU)

also as a side note, you love Braindead

you laughed HYSTERICALLY during the salami sex scene

aaron filmed it and posted it on twitter

fast forward, you get offered to help choreograph a new show! woah! and you’d get to swing for it!

it’s super top secret tho, and you literally cannot tell aaron

you do eventually relent the information that you’re working on a new show, and the man doesn’t pry. he’s respectful like that.

you meet the team, and boy you are IN LOVE

auditions are fun, creating the choreo is exhilarating

you don’t hear about casting much at all tho

so when aaron walks into the studio you both immediately freeze

“wait what the f—“

“I KNEW IT!”

yup. you both were working on Moulin Rouge! and had NO clue

you both share (1) braincell

the lab went great, and soon you were on your way to Boston!

you HATE aaron’s longer hair, mostly because he won’t let you mess with it >:(

he eventually relents, and you teach him the secrets of “the man bun™️”

you also braid it a lot

“ow!”

“stop being a pussy about it”

or

“your hair’s the money maker don’t make me shave it in your sleep”

performing with your husband is a dream

sneaking looks on stage

aaron calls your frustrated choreo-instruction voice “mom voice” and the rest of the cast picks up on it

“no, it’s 7, 8! Up on 3, down on 5, 6, spin 7,8!”

“ok, mom!”

“SHUT UP, AARON!”

then broadway!!

the ricky-aaron lives

you had to go on for nini one performance and ricky teased aaron ALL DAY

you were totally in on it too

but aaron isn’t really the jealous type. he knows you are so in love with him, the same way he is in love with you

so basically he knew it was all fun and games

shenanigans backstage

one time during intermission you convinced aaron to give you a piggyback ride the ENTIRE 15 MINUTES

“hey aaron nice backpack”

small talk between scenes

like aaron would be sprinting to his next cue and you’d just

“i’m ordering domino’s for dinner pepperoni or sausage?”

“PEPPERONI!”

you both drink too much iced coffee, like people are actually concerned for you both

neither of you are party-ers really, but you can GET DOWN

i am convinced aaron can cook

like if he’d have a day off, you’d come home from an evening performance with a cooked meal and two wine glasses

never candles tho

not after the valentine’s day incident

BUT TO SUM IT ALL UP

y’all are cute :,)

#aaron tveit x reader #aaron tveit imagine #aaron tveit imagines #aaron tveit headcanons #aaron kyle tveit x reader

[yuzurk]

[12.10.20] LIVE NOW : CHOI YENA 1ST SOLO VLIVE 

Yuzu is a little nervous as soon as she goes live. She had done this several times but vlive was a whole different platform she had to familiarize herself with first before being able to make it work as naturally as she did with twitch. Making sure her connection was stable and the frame well captured, she continued to hold on for several seconds, double checking everything and watching people pour in. “I feel so naked without my load out-,” she muttered under her breath in English, spotting most of the chat consisting of fans that had found their way here through her announcement on twitter.

She didn’t know how many fans of heartz would actually join this stream and it was a shame she had to talk in Korean for the most part through it even though her fanbase consisted mainly of international fans but she would have to work with the limited options she’s been given.

When she was sure that there was a good amount of people in the audience she leaned back and clapped her hands together after inhaling a deep breath. “Sup everyone, this is Choi Yuzu and yer not watching Choi’s Choice,” the ex-streamer joked, a laugh escaping her lips. “Before we begin- my vlives will be mostly in Korean. With me being an idol in the korean industry now, I have to re-shift my focus. To those who don’t understand Korean- do not worry. Each of these streams will be equipped with English subtitles eventually and I can read and translate your comments if you want to be a part of the life audience. Sadly, this is the most I can do as of now, I apologize,” she announces, her hands still folded together as she bows her head. When she looks up again, there are already comments pouring in from sad emojis to people saying they understand and some confused Koreans asking what the heck was going on and why she was talking in English. So Yuzu went ahead and really kicked off her first vlive als Heartz’ Yena.

“Alright. Here I go- Let me introduce myself properly-,” she begins in korean, her head nodded once. “My name is Choi Yena, I’m the October girl and final member of Heartz 1/3! I used to be a streamer in the gaming and variety field and trained under Samsung for about a year prior to debut. I was born on the 29th September 1999, blood type A, going by the nickname Yuzu. So dun hesitate to call me that! Born in Daegu, been to primary in Japan and middle school in Canada. I came to seoul ‘bout two years ago, straight after High School. I love Games and all sorts of performing. I speak Japanese, Korean and English. It’s a pleasure to meet y’all. Please look after me well,” she introduces herself, tossing the most important facts back at her new audience right after.

“I believe I got... all important things done...,” she murmurs, looking down at her checklist before gazing back towards the chat to see the comments pouring in. People greeting her, calling her cute and funny made the girl smile a little and grin to herself. “Heh. Oh- the other members? I think they went back to the dorm already. I stayed behind to go live... eh?” Right as she says that the door slides open, revealing Luda ( @rkxluda ) who tiptoed her way into the room with a box of food. “Eonni? For me? I thought you’d gone back- ye I’m already live,” she informs the other with a grin in her voice, waving her in and tugging her over. “Before y’leave say hi, real quick!” The two girls wave at the cam together, Yuzu chuckling at how embarrassed Luda seems to be for interrupting her solo vlive. So she lets the elder female scurry away quickly and looks at what she had left the streaming girl. “Oh.... this... I love this- eonni brought me one of my fav foods ‘cause she knew I’d stay back to stream.” Opening the lid carefully Yuzu tilts her head back in bliss after inhaling the beautiful, yummy scent. “Woah... hold on I gotta do this properly-,” she declares, placing her chop sticks down before rolling the sleeves of her jacket up and then putting her cap the other way around to have her face free of any possible disturbance. 

Only then she picks her chopsticks back up and claps her hands together. “Temporary mukbang intermission. I’ll eat well~,” the girl sing sungs before digging in carefully, the hot noodles tasting amazing but still hot in her mouth. “Hmm so hot- but so good.” Struggling through the first bite, she takes a moment to swallow the bite before she pokes her chopsticks into her noodles again. “Luckily the eonnis can cook well- I’m a huge mess in the kitchen. The closest to a good cook I am is playing overcooked,” she admits, a smile widening across her lips before she munches down another mouthful. While chewing she goes back to check the comments, one of them making her smile.

FoxyIrishka ( @rkirina ) : when are you buying me a box of premium grade beef

“Soon. I ain’t forget, Irishka. Dunno when I’ll have time now but it’ll happen,” the ex-streamer promises to her gamer buddy, holding up her pinky to seal the promise. Irina isn’t the only of her friends she sees in the chat and it warms her heart. Especially Chaewon ( @chaewonrk ) makes her almost snort out her next mouthful again. Instead she smiles, hamster cheeks on full display as they remain puffed up with food. “I see ya Chaewonnie~ This girl’s an amazing guitarist. We played in a band together- right! I forgot to talk ‘bout 6tunes!” The female sits up with a start, grabbing her own phone and pulling up one of the few original songs they released. “I used t’play in a band as drummer n’ vocalist. We released a few original songs before we had to disband. Chaewonnie was there- n’ my big brother too- Sungmin Oppa ( @rksungmin ) ... he’s- ah there he is! I saw you in the chat earlier, hi oppa~,” she greets, waving at the camera with a chuckle. 

“Yeees I’m eatin’ well- see,” she holds up her half finished dinner before looking through her library for a 6tunes song. When she finally found one, she held the cover to the lens, making sure people could see it properly. “If y’wanna give it a listen, go and check it out!” Not certain if she was allowed to play music not made by samsung artists she decided to not play it for now and instead continued on. On the topic of music it’s then she spots her namesake.

( @rkyena ) "hi yena-ya it's yena unnie~ congrats on your debut!! will you sing a song you've enjoyed lately?"

“Ah- Yena eonni, thank you-,” she can’t help but chuckle. “This still is so weird- people ain’t ever gonna find me with how popular Yena eonni is,” she states with a chuckle before munching down another bite. “Luxe sunbaenim is too powerful... eonni is it ‘kay if I tell my fans t’ tag my posts with Yuzu instead- otherwise I ain’t ever find ‘em if I wanna go lookin’,” she asks the idol, an amused smile on her lips while she continues to eat. Receiving an okay in return she pretends to breathe a huge sigh of relief. “You heard her guys- Yuzu it is! T’get back to yer question doe eonni,” she continues, reaching for her phone again. “I’ve been listenin’ to convex new release a lot lately. I really like Jinwook ( @rkjinwook ) sunbaenim’s solo ‘Simple’! It’s a really nice song- I love it a lot.” 

Watching the reactions she kind of pursed her lips together when various people asked her to sing the song right now. Inhaling and exhaling a long breath, she couldn’t help but feel like it was a request she should fulfill. “Ah- I can sing a little... I’ll do the chorus-,” she gives in, pulling the lyrics up and deciding to do a simple accoustic version solely because her voice was too soft to keep up with the instrumental and jinwook’s voice in the background. Towards the end of the chorus she gets shy at people calling her voice lovely and beautiful. She spots Xiao among them and immediately feels soft again how she can seemingly transition from one field to another and still keep some of her faithful fans. Hiding her smile behind her phone she can’t help but chuckle shyly. “Ah lleexiao ( @xiaoxrk ) enough y’gonna make me blush,” she admits cheekily, waving the compliments off before hunching her shoulders up as she cringes a little. 

She’d have to learn to get used to these kind of compliments.

Leaving people to gush about her a little longer she decides to finish her food and just peeks at the comment section once in a while. It’s during one of those times she sees Kiwi in the chat as well, his request causing her to snort internally. Of course he would. “KingKiwi ( @rkxkikwang ) - please do a kda cover... okay. I’ll get to that. Got just the person in mind I could ask t’help me with that. Keep a look on insta,” the idol teases, wiggling her brows. Next she spots Wendy ( @rkwendy ) as well among those commenting on her voice, praising her for her progress and that she was proud of her debuting at last. “Ahw eonni- thank u so much. Still got long ways t’go compared to u doe,” she tags on immediately. “Wendy eonni is such a great vocalist- Androma is full of so many beautiful n’ talented girls- if you’re not a fan of them- go check ‘em out right after this stream, okay?!” Insisting on this she points her finger to the camera, narrowing in on it before backing away once more to finish her food. “Okay, cool.”

“I’m planning to actually do more vlives if I manage to find the time... one of the series I’d like to get kicking is actually related to gaming and I’ll have an androma girl with me for those,” the ex-streamer continues to tease as she wraps up the empty box and her used chopsticks. “So y’can look out for that too!” Drinking a sip of soda the female comes quiet while she reads more comments. Among her friends still being noisy and her old streaming fans yelling about more gaming content she can see some new names and comments being tossed her way. One of them catches her interest in particular.

zuzuruhanyu: say "maganda ako" 

The female furrows her brows, head tilting to the side. “What does that mean? Can I even say that on a live broadcast?” For a second she ponders over it, typing the words into a google translator to see what it would spit out at her.

“I’m beautiful- is that what it means? Won’t that be a little vain of me to say,” she inquires with a chuckle. “I’m tempted to call someone who I know knows Tagalog to confirm Google Translate isn’t failing me-,” she wonders out aloud. In the end she sends him a quick message beforehand, just to warn him and ask if she could call him really quick to ask something. If she was already boosting her connections, she may as well continue to go and do that. With the okay given Yuzu calls up Johnny’s ( @rkjohnny ) number and puts him on speaker. She grins when he picks up and some people seem to actually get a clue who she just called.

“Johnny Oppa? You know Tagalog, right? Does ‘maganda ako’ mean I’m beautiful?” A grin on her lips she listens to him chuckle and confirm the information she dug up via google translate. Replying with a simple hum as he inquires if the chat asked her to say it, she lets the smile widen across her lips as he reassures her that she can say it live without getting into trouble.

“Ahh okay oppa, thanks!” Before she can hang up the call though, Johnny requests of her to do the ‘dalagang pilipina’ pose which leaves the female confused all over. “What’s that?” A pic of Johnny doing it along with an explanation follows not too long after and Yuzu can’t help but laugh. “Can I pleaaaase show this pic to the viewers,” she asks with a chuckle in her voice. When Johnny gives a confirmed chuckle right back she turns her phone to show it to the camera, still chuckling away. “Doesn’t he look like the perfect maiden?” 

Cackling at her own wording she turns her phone back to herself. “Are y’watchin’ the vlive right now? I’mma do it,” she announces before going ahead and doing it, wiggling her brows for extra added effect. “this good? am I doin’ this right?” When Johnny chuckles out a confirmation, Yuzu feels herself grinning back proudly. “Alright cool. I’mma hang up then now, ye? Thanks again, Oppa. Bye!”

Looking back at the chat and having people wonder how she knew all these idols, Yuzu had to think twice how she wanted to go about this. She had wanted to avoid being compared to Jieun but not wanting to look like she was flexing and flaunting all her connections right upon reveal she had to explain somehow.

“I know most of them from before they were idols through my cousin, Song Jieun. She used to be a Samsung trainee and her connections are crazy. She told people to look after me when I first came to Seoul ‘cause she was worried ‘bout me. Everyone’s been really kind to me and looked after me well, so I feel very spoiled and grateful.” A smile on her lips she nods her head calmly. 

She comes quiet again as she reads more comments, smiling at the reactions and responses she gets even if some of them call her out for riding on her cousin’s connections. To avert the topic she jumps at a comment from whom she knows to be her boyfriend ( @rkohsehun ) lurking on an alias that she admittedly has to sigh at internally. she really did love her stupid noodle.

"seahoney says: congrats on your debut !!! any new / laid back games you'd recommend?"

“hmmm,” she tilts her head, leaning back to think for a second. “with debut preparations and promotions I haven’t had much time to game much. I really do like the fall and halloween update for animal crossing new horizons but genshin impact has also been my go to game when I’m in the car headin’ to schedules. ‘s got everythin’ put together from what you’d love ‘bout open world games. the gacha ‘s a little annoyin’ but that’s gacha games for ya. the breath of the wild feel makes it a whole lotta different to any gacha I played doe. the controls are also easy to manage so that’s a plus as well,” she reviews with a smile on her lips, grinning as some people say they wish they could see her play. 

“maybe I’ll see if any of my friends plays it n’ once we all reach high enough levels we can coop and I could stream.” at the mention of friends she also spots yoojung ( @yccjungrk ) in the chat and can’t help but grow soft immediately. “yoojungie~ maybe it’ll be a game for ya too? I haven’t given up on tryin’ to find one we can game together besides ddr,” the gamer laughs. She wishes she could express how much she misses her old roommate and best friend but not wanting it to seem like she was ungrateful, she comes quiet instead.

A gaze at the clock does tell her that it’s rather late already and the staff member supervising her also looks ready to pass out in their chair so Yuzu slides an extra soda over towards them before turning back to her comment section.

“You guys are gems... I wanna stay around longer n’ talk to everyone more but I’ll be back soon. For now I gotta head back to the dorm too and get more sleep. Please look out for us and allow me to meet you at music shows. I would love, love, loooove to see you all and show y’all my appreciation for supportin’ heartz and our first unit 1/3. We got lots of great things planed ahead for the future and are ready to gear up good, so please anticipate the future girls as well,” she concludes, hands folded together as she tilts her head to the lens, gaze soft and adoration in her eyes.

“That’s all from me for today- Yuzu aka Heartz’ Yena over n’ out!” With a salute she squints her eyes, striking a cool pose that breaks with her exhaling a chuckle before the screen does turn black at last.

#take your heartz; #era: love&live; #vlive; #q #(this is the longest solo I've ever written----)

[joopiterjoon]

Agust D- JHS

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Genre: PG13, Not really fluff and not really angst

Warnings/Tags: Drag!Hoseok, Bartender!Kook, Clubowner!Namjoon, drag, pronoun changes, dance performances, kissing, alcohol vague references to the larger story

Wordcount: 4k

a/n: This is from a story that I work on and drop frequently. I have enough to just need to fill in some plot holes now. I’m posting this to see if anyone would want to read it? So let me know if you want to know more

Part of ficswithluv’s #FWLBingo!

“Ladies and Lads with our without nads, our next woman of the night. It’s the dazzling, the soul-stealing, Hope!”

Jungkook rolls a cloth over a glass he turns with the over hand, nodding to the stage. “There’s who you’re looking for.”

You swivel on the bar stool.

“Hoseok?” you squeak in shock.

A stunning woman walks from the back of the stage. She has on a sleek, glittering blue dress that shines in the lights as they sway across the stage. She stares this way and that, to the beat of the music. Even from here, Hope’s face is dazzling. Literally. Rhinestone’s line her high cheek bones, lips ice blue and glistening. Her eyes are large from the makeup, popping and making her nose sharp. The dress falls over sculpted shoulders and dips into bellsleeves that glisten white.  A deep dip from muscle appear around her clavicles as she positions her hands on her hips, where the dress fans out around her.

It’s stunning, and you find yourself leaning onto the counter as you slouch in the chair. The dress sparkles as she spins, waving to the crowd and bending over backwards to the song. It’s a sultry beat, filled with something soft and longing. She drops to the floor, body bobbing in time with the base as she now lies backwards on the floor and wistfully twirls her arms above her. You swallow when she rolls up, turning to display an open back.

She stretches a hand to the sky with the rise of the music. You can tell she’s lipsyncing, jaw over exaggerating if the original soundtrack wasn’t giveaway enough as the vocals and crescendo of sound reach a breaking point. You jump when her arms fall to the side, fists balled and the music drops. You raise your hands to clap, but the crowd is unusually silent.

When the white flood lights alight the stage, Hope’s head snaps up, a conniving smirk on her face. She reaches up, one hand tearing off the wig and the other smearing the makeup off her face. She squats down, gathering the dress before she rips it clean off, breaking away at the side.

And there, on the stage a yard away from you, is Hoseok. Shirtless, Balenciaga waistband peaking above ripped jeans that were hidden beneath the tulle of the dress. He raises his arms to get the crowd going, snagging a mike and a snapback from off stage. When he spins back, his arm is raised high, arching the entire side of his body, tongue curling out of his mouth toward the microphone. His core is tight, back strong as he rolls his hips to the beat.

And then your breath catches.

They call me new thang

The recruit is here, to take over everything

The whole world, concert so sick

His voice is its own music, filled with the words, the beat, the sounds needed to add to his display. He crawls onto his knees, rolling towards the edge of the stage, knees popping up from the floor as he runs a hand through his hair and turns the hat around.

I’m different from the hyungs

That ignore their duties

An uprising of celebrities

Damn only strong ones can mess with me

He swivels then, kicking his feet under him and twisting to a standing position once more before you can even fathom how the motion happened. He swings himself off the stage on one hand, rolling into people shoving money into his waistband, stroking their chests or necks as he saunters through the crowd. Everyone cheers and screams, one man practically faking as Hoseok fakes a bite in his direction.

Then, he turns, snapping his hips as he drops lower and lower where the crowd dispersed. He drops low, popping his hips, and you giggle a bit. It looks more carefree, silly in his get up and the alcohol-soaked floor. But just like that, he kicks off, spinning to the floor on one knee before he slides towards some man, rolling his chest up his thigh.

It gets to you. Your heart flutters a bit, and you find yourself sitting a bit straighter.

But not as much when he locks eyes with you. You wonder if you’ve been caught, somewhere you aren’t supposed to be. But instead, that same smile curls on his face, knowing and crooked, as an eyebrow cocks while he continues to rap.

Doesn’t matter if I’m nasty or if I’m a wack or fack

I’m the guy that will carve history on the ground

He saunters towards you and the crowd oo’s and ah’s as he, for what feels like the hundredth time, drops to the ground at the word and swings back up with a hand cupping his groin. As he gets closer, you recognize that same teasing glint he always has when he’s about to fuck with you.

You reach behind you to push off the counter and run, but Hoseok is there before you can stop. He’s between your legs, lowering until his crotch is level, and pumping up into the seat. Your jaw is dropped as you laugh incredulously, not sure what to do with your hands behind you when he leans in, microphone just tracing up your chest as he moves up your body. The crowd is screaming, but at this point, you can’t even breathe from the shock of your tenant air fucking you. The roughness of his jeans catches on your own, his hot breath fans over your chest as he makes his way up to your agape expression. This close, you can see the sweat from his effort glittering over his skin in the varying shades of the strobe lights.

Your body finally leaves you, or as the announcer mentioned, your soul is eaten, when Hope reaches out, delicate fingers tucking hair behind your ear, running his index down your cheek as he starts stepping back, curling his finger in. You shake your head and the crowd boos. Hoseok waves to the booing crowd, pout on and eyebrow cocked, tempting you as he continues to rap along. You shout no louder, crossing your arms in front of you. Your legs feel like jello, and your heart might launch out of your mouth if you have to speak again.

Hoseok shrugs, reaching out to the closest person. He snatches up a man who he grinds into, using his shoulders to help him jump back on stage before he’s on his knees holding the man’s face in front of him, rolling his hips just close enough to touch before throwing the man’s head back, who then fake faints (or maybe it’s real?) when he falls into a friend.

The song starts to dial down, and on the final note, Hoseok is in center stage again, hand held high.

“Love you, Gemini!” he blows a kiss, drops the mic, and the crowd goes wild as he walks off stage.

“Not looking for a debut performance?” a voice calls beside you, and your soul almost leaves your body again. Namjoon sits next to you, leaning on his elbow on the counter as he watches Hoseok leave. “He wanted you up there.”

“He wants a lot of things,” you roll your eyes, trying to take in eveything you saw as you take a sip of the drink.

When you turn back, Namjoon is eyeing you up and down. You probably don’t fit what he wants you to wear in the club, in jeans and a jacket. “He does, doesn’t he?” is all he says, pushing off the counter and straightening the lapels of his black coat.

“Off to woo the partygoers,” he chuckles and heads out. You wonder just how long he’d been there, watching you watch… the show.

You shake it off, swiveling back around to the counter. Jungkook is serving people who are grabbing drinks between sets, so you reach for your drink. Before you can pick it up, warmth crowds your back and a hand reaches passed yours to snag the glass.

“Is that for me?” Hoseok’s voice teases in your ear. You swivel back around, following your drink. He has that damn half-smile on, holding the drink by the rim as he throws it back. He’s clothed now, a light sweatshirt but still the same ripped jeans. He smacks his lips after he finishes your drink. You grimace as he sets it back down.

“So this is what you look like with a shower?” You tease. Hoseok laughs, nodding as he collapses in the seat next to you. He lazes onto one arm, fingertips playing with the glasses on the other side of the bar. The angle emphasizes his sharp jawline, and the crystals still under his eyes remind you of how beautiful he looked earlier.

“How’d you like the show?” He asks with a playful wink.

“I was too busy trying not to be part of it.”

Hoseok laughs again, eyes closing as he sits upright. “I was just trying to say thank you for coming to pick me up,” he shrugs. For some reason, that makes your heart fall a bit. Or maybe it was your stomach? Maybe you’re sick.

“Wow, you really go all out,” you mock your appreciation.

“I do when I know what I want,” Hoseok explains. But his fiddling with the glasses has stopped, his eyes locked on yours. Hope stretches up, standing on the bars of his stool. “I hope good ole betty is okay in the shop. It’s cold tonight,” He pouts, leaning over the bar for a yellow bottle, maybe because it’s same yellow as Betty.

As he tips the bottle back into his mouth, Yoongi comes over to take the bottle out of his hands. “Wow, must have gotten some tip,” the man quips, tucking the bottle on the shelf behind the bar. Hoseok laughs, looking down at the bar. He can’t seem to look Yoongi in the face. Even in the bustling of intermission between acts, you can sense the awkwardness. There’s an odd stretch of silence before Yoongi finally speaks.

“Yeah, I bet. Thanks,” he gives a smile, but it’s fake. Even you can tell. Yoongi can tell too, and he moves to say something, but Hoseok is on his feet.

“Welp, this old landlord needs to get home,” he swings an arm around your shoulders as you gawk at the “old” he tagged on. He looks down at you, and the smile starts to dazzle. You look back at Yoongi instead, giving him a short nod. “It’s past her bedtime.” 

Hoseok is pulling you out, elbows linked before you can say goodbye.

As you break into the night air, you slow down. The thumping of the music can still be felt in your shoes, but the chill in the air makes the night feel frozen in time. “Hoseok, you still haven’t talked to him?”

“No,” Hoseok answers quickly, walking towards your car. You trot after, his gate wide.

“But…” Hoseok turns, eyebrows raised, so you pause. He looks like he’s wondering what you have to say, but his half-set eyes send a different signal. “It’s just, I’d get my parking spot back if you guys could settle this.”

Hoseok’s walking backward, humming at your reasoning. It reminds you of him beckoning you towards the stage. You both stand at your car now.

“Why…” you clear your throat as he leans against your car, fist against his temple, completely at home, smiling at you. It makes the words disappear from your head. You shake it, hoping they’ll jumble back into place. “Why do you keep this up? Why not just find somewhere to live and a decent job instead of scraping by?”

“Ah, this question,” Hoseok starts. He rolls onto his back, putting his hands in the jacket pockets. He turns and winks. “Guess you really are interested after all.”

You shove his shoulder to let him know he needs to get on with it.

He chuckles, scuffing the heel of his shoe in the gravel parking lot. “If having my dream means being a bit uncomfortable, I’m willing to make that sacrifice.”

You understand what he means. Not even living paycheck to paycheck, sacrificing your livelihood for your studies. It’s a sacrifice out of passion for passion. It’s something he understands. It’s part of what has him creeping closer and closer to you. Inside your home. And closer to you.

You tuck your own hands into your pockets, trying to fight the cold. “Um, can I try something?” The words are out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, even process where you are headed with this. The world is suddenly very warm. A sensation, an urge suddenly overpowers you. Something you haven’t acknowledged that is now determined to crack the surface and pour out.

Hoseok rolls his head to the side, then his body follows suit. You push off the car, standing up straight. Hope’s smile edges up his face. Your eyes are trained on that smile as  you take a step forward, drawing in a sharp, cold breath for confidence. Hoseok stands as you take another step closer.

“Are you gonna ask to kiss me?” Hoseok says with lilt.

You give a short nod. Yes, that is exactly what you are doing. You didn’t even want to voice it to yourself. That these feelings had appeared, manifested, and broken loose while Hoseok was on the stage, doing what he loved. You can’t ask, too nervous, so you just look into his eyes, those soft, pretty brown eyes, and hope the question transmits.

Hoseok gives a short nod back, the smile turning soft, something else flickering in those eyes besides softness. “Okay.”

Your cold fingers reach out, lingering around the curve of his neck before your fingers fit under the jut of his jaw. His eyes flutter at the cold touch, mouth parting a bit. But he keeps his eyes on you as you lean in hesitantly.

You lick your lips. Hoseok smirks a little bit, but now his eyes are trained on your lips, not boring into your eyes with that daring glint.

And that’s all you need. You push forward, pulling him into you at the same time. As soon as your lips touch his, he’s in motion, one arm around your waist and the other sliding up your back, a physical request not to pull back. So you don’t, you snake your arm around his neck til your elbow locks behind him, lips parting at the slick touch of his warm tongue across your bottom lip.

You whimper when he nibbles at your bottom lip, sucking lightly before mouthing at you again, tongue behind your teeth as yours twists with his. You taste your drink in his mouth, but something more. Something sweet, almost floral as he bends you back, holding you into him with one final, firm kiss. When he tilts you upright, you grab onto his jacket collar for dear life. He blinks down at you, clearly amused by your sudden shock at almost falling over.

“Not bad,” he teases. You frown at the off-handed remark and jerk your elbow around his neck. He pretends to almost drop you. You both giggle.

He swivels you both, moving his hands to your waist as he lets you fall back into the car. The warmth of his weight contrasts with the cold exterior of your car. He looks down at you, then back up to your face, lips pressed then with a deep sigh.

“What?” you ask, hands now on his chest, curling your hands under the hoodie for some extra warmth. Hoseok shakes his head. 

“That was a decision,” he states. “That was a turning point.”

You tug on his hoodie, pulling him flush against you again. “I think so, too,” you murmur, then find his lips again.

#hoseok x reader #kind of a fic teaser? #hoseok fic #fwlbingo #hyunglinenetwork #bangtanhq #hoseok #jhope #ficswithluv

[straykats]

Hi, I'd like to request a scenario with Hyunjin where the reader is also an idol who's very famous for her dancing talent, they bump into each other backstage at an awards show and the reader compliment him a lot, praises him and asks for a private lesson from him cause she really admires him... His reaction is up to you... 😊

I’m not really sure how award ceremonies run behind the scene, so I based this off my experiences when I was in music ensembles..? I had like.. three different openings for this typed out, but I think this was the best one i could work with lol sorry if it’s kinda iffy jcdknd

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“30 minutes until the opening ceremony!”

As the staff pops back out of your dressing room, your make-up artist does the final touch ups. “Okay, y/n, you’re all done! Be sure to wink a few times - I didn't spend all that time on your eyes for no reason!”

You laugh and thank your stylists and makeup artists before leaving the room… Well, it wasn’t really a room. All the female artists had been grouped into one massive hall, divided into smaller sections by pin-up boards. You had heard that all the male artists were in another massive main hall. On your way out, you pass many signs of well known groups, your mind rushing with names. Politely greeting everyone you pass, you make your way out into the hall.

As a fairly new artist, this was your first award show. You weren’t completely oblivious of how things ran, but sometimes you wished you were part of a group, not a soloist. While being a soloist had its pros, it was often at times lonely, as you remember now, standing in front of the elevator doors. 

“... late, Channie-hyung’s gonna scold you, and Minho-hyung’s gonna make you practice way more. See you soon, hyung!”

You look up to see a tall guy walking towards you, dressed in a blue suit. He was looking at the ground, his hair covering his face. As he got closer, you greet him.

He looks up, and your heart jumps - you recognised him. Hell, you looked up to him.

You were sure a lot of people did. He was rather tall.

“Ah, hello-” He greets you back, and stops next to you. “You’re y/n, right?”

“Oh!” You nod your head. “Yes, I’m surprised you know me.”

“You’re surprised?” Hyunjin lets out a laugh. “You’re one of the most looked forward to rookie this year. Or, like… For me, anyways.” He blinks a few times, frowning, before rephrasing himself. “I mean, I look forward to a lot of your performances. You’re a very good performer. I wish I was like that when I debuted… Ah, I’m Stray Kids’ Hyunjin-”

“Hyunjin-sunbaenim, yeah, I know-” The elevator pings, door opening. You both step inside. “What floor are you going to?”

It turns out that he was going to the same floor as you - that is, you were both on your way to the main stage. While you were going just to get ready to be seated, he was going to prep for some MC-ing. 

“You’re an amazing dancer, you know, and being able to sing like that, while dancing? I never understand how my members can do it,” Hyunjin says.

“Oh, I’m- I’m nothing compared to you. You’re control is so much better than mine, and you’re ability to synchronise all the different movements! I was such a fan-”

“Was?” 

“Oh, no- i didn’t mean-”

Hyunjin starts laughing, and you laugh too. You had always wondered what would happen if you met the idols that had inspired you, but you never would have thought they would be teasing you in an elevator.

“You were one of my idols,” You confess. “I looked up to you a lot as a trainee… and even now. I really hope I can perform like you one day!”

Hyunjin seems a little taken aback. “I- Wow, thank you, y/n. I guess i’m not a rookie anymore, but I haven’t been in the industry for too long, so to hear something like this…”

The tips of his ears are red, and you turn away. The elevator doors open, and you both step out. 

“Anyways, I’ll- I’ll see you around, yeah? Fighting, y/n!”

You nod and bow.

The awards ceremony goes smoothly. You’re sitting two rows in front of Hyunjin, and in any other circumstances, you would probably find yourself turning around to look at him. It still seemed a little unreal to you that you had talked to him so soon after your debut. 

You watch Hyunjin MC during some of the small breaks, reading out live comments and praising the performances in the first half of the show. Stray Kids perform as well, and you watch earnestly, your eyes scanning the members for Hyunjin. He had changed into a red jacket for this stage, the outfit complementing all the other members outfits, black and red and white. 

The intermission comes after their performance, and you wish you could find the boys and praise their performance, but you were performing the opening stage for the second half. You make your way out of the sitting area and find your way back at the dressing rooms… You had only twenty minutes to change and get all your makeup touched up. It took just over fifteen minutes, everyone rushing and double checking.

You’re getting mic’d up backstage when you hear someone call your name. You look around, seeing a person clad in red diverging from a larger group. 

“You’re performing next, right?” 

You nod, feeling a little guilty that you couldn’t face Hyunjin directly due to the staff securing your mic.

“Good luck! I’ll be cheering for you, y/n!”

“Thank you…! And good job, your performance was amazing!”

You can finally turn around to face him, and how does he still look so good after such a powerful performance?

“Well, I should let you go. You only have a few minutes, and I need to get changed too…”

He starts walking off, but you call out his name again.

“I- I don’t know if this is out of place or wrong of me to ask, so I fully understand if you deny-”

“Y/n, quickly!”

Your head snaps around at the staff member’s voice, adrenaline filling your veins at the idea of performing in front of such a large crowd. You take a deep breath. “I would really appreciate if you could… teach me, someday? Dancing, that is.”

He’s blinking at you, his tongue between his teeth. You weren’t sure if this was a good or bad reaction. 

“I’ll talk to my manager about it! But go, y/n! Rip the stage apart for me, yeah?” He pats your shoulder and gives you a charming smile. You can only bow your head as he hurries off.

“Y/n, we’re live in a few seconds!”

“Sorry, coming!”

The performance goes alright, to say the least. Nerves got the better of you at the beginning, and you start a beat late, but you manage to recover. By the end of the first verse, you’re calmer. When the dance break comes, you’re feeling fierce, and the adrenaline in your was converted to energy which you showed brilliantly in your performance.

You’re sweating by the end of your stage, and you make your way backstage to the staff handing you towels and bottles of water. In less than half an hour, you’re ready to return to your seat.

You catch Hyunjin’s eye as you walk to your seat and he throws you a thumbs up.

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The van ride back after the awards show lulls you to sleep, and you try to focus on the passing lights to stay awake. You’re pretty much on the verge of sleep when you feel your phone vibrate. Pulling it out, you see a message from an unknown number.

Unknown Number: hey, y/n! This is Hyunjin, we talked a few times tonight. You’re performances were very good tonight! I talked to my manager, and I should be able to meet up with you for a few dance practices at the following address. I’ll be looking forward to a reply :)

A location is sent, directing you to a dance studio between both yours and Hyunjin’s company. You try to get your manager’s attention to talk to them about this meet-up, but you’re asleep before you can formulate a sentence. Tomorrow, then. Tomorrow, you will reply.

#hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin imagine #stray kids #stray kids imagine

[the-penny-dreadfuls]

They once called her “The Most Beautiful Girl in New York City”. With just one look at Olive Thomas, anyone could see that fate designed her for stardom. Her face was carved with fine, delicate features, framed by a halo of soft and warm curls. Long, thick lashes feathered her striking violet-blue eyes, and a demure smile often painted her lips. She was as intelligent as she was beautiful, with a charming personality to boot. During the 1910′s, the world and all its possibilities laid out in front of her. All she only had to grab it. Now, nearly a hundred years after her sudden and grim death, Olive Thomas is one of the most famous ghosts of Broadway.

Miss Olive R. Thomas, affectionately known as Ollie, made her stage debut on June 21st, 1915 when she joined the cast of Ziegfeld Follies in the New Amsterdam Theatre, one of the most magnificent theatres of its time. She performed alongside a cast full of beautiful women, garbed in elaborate and exquisite costumes, for the entertainment of thousands. She became such a popular performer that she earned a coveted spot in Ziegfeld’s later, more risqué show, the Midnight Frolic.

In 1917, Olive transitioned her career from the stage to the silver screen when she starred in her first full-length movie “A Girl Like That”. Up to twenty movies followed with her most distinguished character being Ginger King in “The Flapper”. This role made Olive the first person to portray the iconic 1920′s phenomenon in film. Outside of acting, the rising star aspired broaden her career with more roles both in front of and behind the camera. She dreamed of becoming a director and used her time on sets to study the craft. A director for one film Olive starred in believed that, with her brains and ambition, she could easily turn those dreams into reality.

Life in the movie business was somewhat of a family affair. After meeting in 1916, Olive fell head over heels for Jack Pickford, the younger brother of the famed actress Mary Pickford. The couple eloped during October of that year, much to the apprehension of the Pickford family. Although they were madly in love, their marriage was a turbulent one, packed with highs and lows and lavish gifts in between. They hoped to expand their family once their careers allowed enough time. Olive adored children. She doted over her kid sister, Harriett, her niece, Mary Pickford Rupp, the daughter of Lottie Pickford, and her brother’s son. Olive became the main caregiver of her nephew in 1920 after the boy’s mother passed away. For birthdays and holidays, Olive enthusiastically spent her hard-earned money on spoiling the youngsters. These were special days, after all: no expense should be spared. That was how she preferred to live. Olive embraced life with the joy and optimism of a child and kept her eyes fixed on the future.

Jack and Olive’s once fiery romance cooled to mere embers by 1920. To rekindle their relationship, they set sail for Paris, France in August for a much-needed vacation. Reporters gathered on the ship’s deck to document the send-off. A fury of clicks buzzed through the air as Jack and Olive smiled and posed for the cameras. At one point, much to the delight of their audience, they shared a quick kiss. Afterwards, Olive dissolved into a fit of giggles and leaned in closer to her beloved husband. Little did she know, she would not make the trip home.

Paris was the perfect city for this young Hollywood couple. They loved to cut loose and have a good time, and with their strenuous workload, this was exactly what they needed. Jack and Olive toured the city, taking in its grand sites and nightlife. On September 5th, they hit up multiple hot spots in the Montparnasse area, dancing and drinking the night away. The party continued until 3 A.M. when they decided it was time to return to their hotel room. Olive went to the bathroom to take something to ease her into sleep. The full details of what took place are unknown, but for whatever reason she ended up grabbing a bottle of mercury bichloride and consumed it. According to Jack, he heard his wife scream “Oh, my God!” and he then sprinted to her aid. Emergency personnel rushed Olive to the hospital where she laid bed-ridden for a grueling five days until finally succumbing to the poison after it shut down her kidneys. By then, the mercury bichloride corroded her esophagus and left her completely blind.

Olive Thomas’ untimely passing was one of the first major scandals to rock Hollywood. Throngs of mourning fans attended the funeral to bid the star a last farewell. As Olive’s family and friends tried to make it to the church doors, the crowds erupted in hysterical grief and had to be blocked by police. Chaos swelled to a new level when the coffin was brought outside. Pallbearers were jostled about as heartbroken fans pushed at each other, attempting to snatch funeral floral arrangements for a souvenir. Fortunately, police were able to restore peace once again and Olive was laid to rest in the Woodlawn Cemetery without further interruption. Rumors instantly began to whirl around the strange circumstances of her death. Some blamed Jack Pickford for the incident, alleging it must have been murder. Others theorized the actress became so miserable with her marriage that she committed suicide after a bitter argument, perhaps over Jack’s infidelities. A third telling of events is far simpler. Olive, combined with the night of partying and the darkness inside the bathroom, mistook the bottle of mercury bichloride pills for sleeping pills, stirred the concoction into a liquid, and poisoned herself. The official report sided with this version and ruled her death as accidental.

That was the end of Olive Thomas, or so people thought. It’s believed that her spirit returned to the stage of the New Amsterdam Theatre, where she could once again live out her glory days as a Follies Girl. Disney restored the theatre to its original grandeur in 1997, just in time for the premiere of their animated film “Hercules”. Popular musicals such as the Lion King, Mary Poppins, and Aladdin later took to the stage and captivated adoring audiences. After the shows, when the curtain fell and everyone returned to their daily lives, an eerie atmosphere envelops the theatre. During a night shift in their restoration period, a lone security guard began going through the rows of seats in search for any stragglers. Something caught his eye. He directed his flashlight in its path and caught sight of an individual walking across the stage. It was an elegant young woman, dressed in a glittering green beaded dress, paired with a matching headdress. This mysterious character noticed the guard, and she turned to blow him a kiss before vanishing into a wall. This was the initial sighting of what some believe to be the ghost of Olive Thomas.

Those who have encountered Olive’s lingering spirit describe her as being flirtatious and a bit mischievous. She is known to move objects around and mess with stage props and equipment, such as crewmen’s walkie-talkies. One audience member believed she met Olive during a performance of “Mary Poppins”. The patron needed a booster seat for her child. A woman gowned in attire similar to that of the musical’s time period helped her find the seat, and the family settled back in to enjoy the production. Later, the woman commented to an usher how fun it was that they allowed characters to help. The confused usher replied that they didn’t. It was against their policy to help in the middle of a scene, although they’d be more than happy to during intermission.

To make Olive’s spirit feel appreciated, employees of the New Amsterdam Theatre have hung a photograph of her up at every entrance and exit. Each worker greets her with a cheerful “Hello, Olive!”, and as they leave, they blow her a kiss and wish her a goodbye.

During a 1917 interview with Photoplay’s writer, Jack Lloyd, Olive offered a piece of her philosophy towards life. “Life’s too short and fate too funny to get upstage,” she remarked. “Today they may be showering us with roses on Broadway and tomorrow some fool director who used to be a waiter may be rejecting us as atmosphere in a five-reel five cent feature.” This tragic actress was certainly not one to be upstaged. In both life and the afterlife, Olive Thomas was destined to be a star.

#Olive Thomas #silent film #famous deaths #ghost stories #oddities #pop culture

[m39]

Homestuck 11th anniversary/413 AKA Why I have more tolerance towards the Epilogues

WARNING!

THIS TEXT IS OVER 1.5 THOUSAND OF WORDS LONG!

Enjoy.

EH MAH GERD! E EASTIT MOON BUCKETS!

Wait…

EH MAH GERD!!! E HAMSTEAK BORTH TOOT!!!

And only on this time of year, when we have two holidays, we can talk about the thing that everyone in the Homestuck fandom loves: The Epilogues! :D

Everyone is pointing a gun at you.

OH FUCK!!

You duck behind your desk while everyone else is shooting.

JESUS TAP DANCING CHRIST!!! CALM YOUR ASSES DOWN!!!!!

10 minutes later. You check out of you can stand up.

H-hello?

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Can I talk now??

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PERFECT!!

As you can see, today is not only the 11th anniversary of Homestuck but also the 1st anniversary of its Epilogues. Now, imagine one year ago, you were waiting almost 2.5 year for the Epilogues (three years if you don’t count Credits). You wanted to know the answers to many questions such as: Is Lord English defeated once and for all? What happened to that post-Retcon worthless c8nt who lost all of her character development? Is Terezi going to be okay? etc. Sure you got some supplementary stuff like the 1st act of Hiveswap (after like 5 years after its announcement, despite all of its development problems), Friendsim (that visual novel that detailed characters that will appear in later acts of Hiveswap), you read some fanfics like Cool And New Web Comic (personal opinion: very fucking good) and Vast Error (I didn’t read this one but I heard it was good and many people behind it are working with the WhatPumpkin team and on the other official Homestuck shit), there were some official snapchat photos and while those were very good, you knew that they will mean nothing when the Epilogues will drop in. And they finally does, on the Homestuck’s 10th anniversary no less. So you click on The Homestuck Epilogues, happy and excited as fuck and the first thing you see is… an introduction page ripped straight out of AO3.

You earn what can be basically described as a punch in the face where the metaphorical fist is filled with confusion. But it doesn’t end here. Then you notice something more disturbing in content warning and characters:

Rape? Abuse?? Existential Crisis?!? OC?!?! Polyamory?!?!?! GENDER TRANSITION?!??!?!?!?! BARACK! FUCKING!! OBAMA?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?

Like what in the actual fuck is happening?!!

Then you read the Prologue and you are like: Uhm… Okay. It’s not that bad at all, like, far from it. Maybe that AO3 page is just a joke? Everything will be alright right? RIGHT?!?

Then one week later Hussie (with help of some people) drops two nukes on fandom and it all goes to hell. No seriously, it’s like Hussie built Little Boy and Fat Man expies titled Meat and Candy, dropped them on fandom in which the centers of explosions were Dirk’s and Jane’s fandoms respectively and delivered some of the biggest Broken Base effect in Homestuck after like Act 6. Nothing was the same after that. Everybody were fighting each other over who was right, people didn’t even know what was canon anymore and even up to this date people are still misgendering Roxy for fucks sake (it’s not even that hard to remember it: she/her for the Alpha Roxy and her Candy counterpart and he/him for the Meat one; come on man)!

From what I’ve (mostly) seen on Tumblr, most of the Homestuck fans hates it to the bones. Only some individuals actually like them and I happened to be one of those people who likes the Epilogues.

Everyone is pointing a gun at you. Again.

OH COME ON MA-

One hour later.

CAN I FINALLY TALK WITHOUT ENDING UP FUCKING HANGED?!?

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Bogan: y̵i̸s̷.̵.̶.̶

THANK YOU!

Now, I don’t really care who likes the Epilogues and who doesn’t. Everyone has different opinions. But something tells me that the Epilogues (at least here on Tumblr) are overhated. Like, sometimes, the negativity towards the Epilogues is so big that it makes me feel like I was in Star Wars fandom. And when fandom starts to look like the Star Wars one, you know you are in deep shit.

But you might be thinking by now: Dude, where are going with all of this shit?! Well my dear… uhm… pickles? The point of all of this is that I want to share something with you. And that is the reason. The (main) reason why I (in worst case) have more tolerance towards The Homestuck Epilogues than most of the people (on Tumblr).

When I started writing this long as fuck text I thought that I would easily give more reasons, in other words, give like 3-4 points why I like the Epilogues. But then again it’s better said than done because most of them are connected to this fact:

THE. EPILOGUES. ARE. MOSTLY. NOT. CANON.

This is the reason why I like them, why I can tolerate them. The Epilogues are mostly happening in two new timelines, different from the Alpha one. It’s even stated (or at worst implied) by Jade in Homestuck^2’s 6th chapter that the Meat timeline (and also possibly the Candy one) is not the Alpha one:

The reason why the Epilogues are mostly not canon is that the characters from the Alpha timeline (Terezi, Vriska, Aradia, Sollux, Alt!Calliope etc.) make an appearance in one of the timelines (some of them in both).

Some people who hate the Epilogues stated that it RUINED some of the characters no matter if they liked them or not. That’s kind of… over-the-top because characters that are not from the Alpha timeline are clearly in some cases not the same ones that we know as I see it (at least in case of Neo-Condesce and Doc Strider) as a fuck you towards those fanfics that like to shove Ron the Death Eater and Character Derailment tropes down our throats because some fanfic creators didn’t like some of the characters from the original work.

In other words: Almost all of the characters from the Alpha timeline are the same characters as we know at the very end of Homestuck.

There are still lesser things that I find myself enjoying in the Epilogues:

-          The writing is on a very good level and when it’s pissing someone of it’s not from incompetence,

-          Post-Retcon Vriska actually gets some actual character development instead of ending up as a useless piece of shit that only insults everyone who achieved much more than she ever would (I mean it took (at least) almost 4 years for this to happen but still),

-          The fact that behind Neo-Condesce’s and Doc Strider’s turn to evil is some actual sense, like with the former one it was mind manipulations in her childhood (not to mention the literal mind control by Post-Scratch Meenah) and the latter one (in order to become ultimate) ending up absorbing some of the versions of himself that are basically a massive shitheads (like Bro, Hal, even Caliborn counts),

There are still other pros that either I can’t remember or they are too minor co count.

Does all of this mean that the Epilogues are flawless? PFFFFFF! Of course not. Nothing is perfect. There are some stuff that I don’t like.

The biggest one is that the Epilogues are sometimes overcrowded with so many words detailing every single thing that it actually becomes a slog to get through even one chapter (but then again, this is the reason why I don’t enjoy reading books). Sure, the original comic is like almost thrice as long as the fucking Lord of the Rings in case of the dialogue but it has pictures and animations to be more pleasant for the eyes. Which leads to another con: No. Fucking. Pictures. If I want to look for the details, then at least show me something else than words. Every fucking time I must look at dozens of words describing the most minuscule thing in the novel I’m like:

Also in terms of enjoyment I prefer the Meat Epilogue over the Candy one. When some people say that this book is a big, steaming pile of sadness and depression, at least the Meat part tells you from the start what kind of tone it’s going to have. The Candy part? Not so much. First it’s all happiness, (almost) everyone is happy, birds are happy, clouds are happy, nothing but happiness. And then you get punched in the gut, smashed into the ground and getting kicked over and over and over for so long that when the kicking finally stops it feels like 15 years passed by that time. And just to add up, the pacing in Meat is better than in Candy.

I’m going to piss you off even more but there are moments in the original Homestuck that are more cringe/rage inducing than some of the most painful ones from the Epilogues, particularly the intermissions in Act 6 Act 6 (DON’T GET ME STARTED ON WHAT HAPPENED TO BOTH SERKETS I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD).

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Hey you.

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Are you still reading this?

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GOOD! Because you have reached the end of this long ass post that will get one like MAX. You know, like my other long ass posts. LOL AM I RIGHT?!?!

Jokes asides, we had a wild ride since the last 413. The Epilogues (despite what they are) gave us the answers to the biggest questions that Homestuck left for us, we got Pesterquest, the sequel to Friendsim that concluded the history of the MSPAReader (until another sequel -_-) and, of course, we got the official sequel to Homestuck, over 10.5 years later from the original comic’s debut. So, fuck ton of stuff throughout a year for me.

As for the Epilogues, look, I can, in some way, understand that some of you want to stay at least 10 km away from them but it has been a year (well technically almost a year) since they were published on the Homestuck’s official website. It might be a good time to read them once more. Without all of that hype they have built for 2.5 years after the credits. From the different perspective. Maybe even (and I dare to say it) right after yet another re-reading of Homestuck. Either way, remember that in most cases you can give someone or something another chance.

Before I’ll finally end this I must call out some of the more rabid Epilogues haters:

STOP TREATING THE ORIGINAL, ALPHA JANE THE SAME WAY AS A FUCKING NEO-CONDESCE!! THOSE TWO CHARACTERS ARE DIFFERENT CHARACTERS!! SAME WITH ALPHA DIRK AND DOC STRIDER!! MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND!!! STOP ACTING LIKE A BUNCH OF 12 YEAR OLD BRATS!!!

You are on your last breath.

Tha… that’s it! I’m done… wheeze S… See you next time. B-Bye now! Imma… Immabouttopffffffffffffffffffff-

You fall down on your floor after over 1.5 thousand words of talking. Suddenly you feel urge to check Twitter. You see that Homestuck^2 has just received another update. Roundabout starts playing in the background.

What?! And what is thi- PART ONE?!?!?! Oooooooooohhhhhhh ffffuuuuuuUUUUUUUU-

<--- TO BE CONTINUED

#homestuck #4/13 #Homestuck Epilogues #Homestuck Epilogues Meat #homestuck epilogues Candy #homestuck 413 #4/13/20

[derekklenadaily]

Dani’s review/synopsis of the first preview of “Jagged Little Pill” on Broadway!

I had the privilege to go to New York City to see Derek’s first preview “Jagged Little Pill” this past Sunday. While growing up back in the early ‘90s, Alanis Morrisette was definitely one of the most known artists in that era, I do remember hearing her music on the radio all time and even sang along to her tunes with my mother in the car. So, when I saw the news that her music was going to be made into a musical, I was very excited. When I saw this musical last summer in Cambridge, MA during their out-of-town run, and my mind was pretty much blown. Before I go any further, sexual assault is mentioned in this review and very slight spoilers is also present.  

Despite the changes for the first preview for the Broadway run, I got to say this musical is more than I ever thought it would be. The opening number just takes the audience by surprise with their exhilarating dancing and them singing fiercely but so passionately. We could feel such a big electric/energy charge in between us audience and the people on stage. It was like being an awesome rock concert, really. Then the music goes softer as we see the family of four comes up to the stage.  

Elizabeth Stanley who plays Mary Jane Healy who plays the mother of Nick and Frankie and a wife of Steve Healy. In the show, Mary Jane is an all star-kind of mother who supports her kids at various things such as sports and school. But outside of that world, she currently is struggling with drug addiction due after having a car accident earlier that year. At the same time, she has difficult relationship with her husband Steve who has been away from the family most of the time and hasn’t had a great sexual relationship with him ever since the car accident incident. Elizabeth is absolutely beyond brilliant in this show. She has a great comedic timing especially the scenes with the family. Her acting and singing is definitely out of this world. I think the last scene (“Forgiven”) before intermission still got me shaking in the boots, because it was so incredibly beautiful, tragic and damn powerful at the same time, especially having numerous voices from the cast blending with hers as they stood behind. I’m definitely certain that the judges for any kind of theater awards will look into that scene and mark her as Best Actress in a Musical. She deserves to get it. I got to say her and Sean Allan Krill’s chemistry was absolutely perfect to form this tragic and destructive husband and wife relationship. They would start as tense - not wanting to touch each other and then lying behind each other back’s (her addiction with pills and him with pornography). Suddenly, Elizabeth and Sean went out of the box even more at one point - I thought they would end their characters’ marriage and slam it with divorce right there in the show. It was absolutely incredible.  

Sean Allan Krill who plays the father of Nick and Frankie, also a husband of Mary Jane. He’s business man who travels and works in his office most of the time. He doesn’t have a very good relationship with Mary Jane because they hadn’t had any sex over a year. So, to feed that sexual drive - he goes on porn sites and becomes addicted with it. Like what I said in the paragraph before, he and Elizabeth has an amazing chemistry. There’s one scene that Sean does it so amazing when he sings “Mary Jane” in Act Two. It’s absolutely heart-wrenching that we can’t help feeling sorry for him and seeing him trying to mend his relationship with her after all that mess they went through.

There are some hidden secrets and devastating moments that each character cannot escape from, whether it’s sexual assault, drug-addiction, and sex addiction. Especially comes to Derek’s character, Nick - who is the good and golden boy who gets all the accolades and praises for his schoolwork and his sportsmanship. But that bubble suddenly bursts when one of his best friends gets accused of sexual assault by Bella (a classmate that Nick has known since sixth grade). Nick faces such a tremendous difficult decision on what to do and how he get through it without getting a scratch off his record. The songs he sings, “Perfect” was jaw-dropping and absolutely heart-wrenching, really. It shows that he is being pressurized by his parents, after being accepted to Harvard and how he is treated like as a hometown hero. “Wake Up” in Act One was absolutely incredible because it shows the depth of his feelings and being pressurized to speak up about what happened that night.  As I watched Derek in the first preview, I found his character a bit more sympathetic than the Cambridge run. I definitely think that he has improved so much with his craft and his work after “Anastasia” and doing countless rehearsals with this show.  

Kathyrn Gallagher who plays Bella, she is absolutely amazing in this role. After her countless researching and watching documentaries of sexual assaults and hearing several survivors’ stories, she definitely put her feet in their shoes to tell their stories on stage. It may be a really difficult and enormous thing to do, but she does it with a tremendous job. There is this scene where Kathryn sings “Predator” is absolutely devastating and heartbreaking but at the same time, it’s so beautiful because there is a dancer named Annelise Baker who interprets Bella’s character on that night. As Kathryn sings this number, she watches herself to unfold to a beautiful human being from into a complete shattered person. I got to give major kudos to Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui who is the choreographer (you may know his work in Beyoncé's music video). Every single dancing movement in the show is absolutely thrilling and exciting all at once. Also, we see several scenes that relates and mirrors her and Elizabeth’s character especially “Uninvited”. Near at the end of the show, Kathryn’s brilliant and such a strong number “No” with Derek and Celia along with the ensembles, it spreads various but incredibly important messages to speak up.

Celia Gooding who plays Frankie - Nick’s sister and a daughter of Mary Jane and Steve Healy. Frankie goes through several difficult situations in this play; one - she was adopted by Mary Jane and Steve when she was an infant and is the only black member in the family. So, she feels bit out of place especially dealing with Mary Jane who doesn’t grasp the idea of Frankie’s identity. Two, she tries to explores with her relationship in between Jo and Phoenix throughout the show and sees where and which her status falls in place. Celia is definitely bold and so much fierce as heck! She brings it all down when she sings “All I Really Want” with Elizabeth Stanley, “Hand in My Pocket” with Lauren Patten and then her solo piece “Unprodigal Daughter”. Her chemistry with Lauren is awesome because you can see how much they complement each other, it’s all very fun and playful. Her chemistry with Antonio was very cute and flirtatious. Lastly, her chemistry with Elizabeth Stanley was incredible because it showed that they had a tough mother-daughter relationship like Elizabeth had this wall up, blocking everything out and Celia tries to take it down by doing such ferocious, daring and bold things. Towards at the end of the show, something tragically happens in the family - we see the wall in between them shift and eventually come down for good.  

Antonio Cipriano who plays Phoenix, who is Frankie’s classmate and befriends her. Throughout the show, we see how their relationship develops. Antonio who was the finalist for the Jimmy Award. He is extremely talented and absolutely brilliant in this production. He’s great comedic timing and has a wonderful chemistry with Celia Gooding. I absolutely love when they sing “Head Over Feet”. It was really cute! I’d love if he had a solo piece in this show because his singing voice is absolutely terrific. I’m so happy that he made his debut on Broadway which he deserves, along with this incredible cast.

Lauren Patten who plays Jo, who is Frankie’s best friend but also with benefits kind of relationship with Frankie. Like I said in Celia’s paragraph, Lauren has a wonderful chemistry with her. They bounce each other off so incredibly well that they have so much fun onstage and even off stage. And I must say holy crap, Lauren is awesome - I can’t decide which will they give a Tony Award for Best Supporting Actress in A Musical? Celia or Kathryn? Can’t they call it a tie so they can give it to all three of them? In Act Two - she really gave her all and energy which brought the whole house down when singing “You Oughta Know” that we rose on our feet to give her a standing ovation as the song ended. It was so damn powerful. Holy sheeeetz!

Also, I cannot forget everyone in ensemble - they really bring this show alive and go way above the level of energy and perfection. Seriously, this show wouldn’t work without them - their amazing dance and outstanding singing performances, including even them doing the smallest things in the background in several scenes, they did stellar job to bring elevate the show to go where it needs to go. 

I want to say “Jagged Little Pill” is one amazing show. Much as I love RENT the Musical but I dare to say that it’s so much better than RENT. It is even more thrilling after watching back in Cambridge last summer. It involves with lot of diversity dealing with gender identity and the important messages that we see in the news almost every day such as sexual harassment and many other things that are happening in today’s world. It definitely needs to be heard. Diablo Cody’s (won Academy Award Winner for Best Screenplay for “Juno”) outstanding writing and Alanis Morrisette’s music just blends it together so beautifully to create this musical and put it onstage in front of us. From the choreography, the sets, the lights and costumes, and everything in this show - including the cast, I highly believe they will have major success on Broadway for sure. It’s a possible chance that they will make it to award season maybe next year. Seriously, this show is not to miss, please do go see it. It will be worth it!

#Derek Klena #Elizabeth Stanley #Sean Allan Krill #Kathryn Gallagher #Celia Gooding #Antonio Cipranio #Lauren Patten #Jagged Little Pill Cast #Jagged Little Pill #Jagged Little Pill review/synopsis #previews #txt #danI**

[angelduatin14]

🤷🏻‍♀ Who am I??? 🤷🏻‍♀

     Hello! I am Angel P. Duatin. I was born on July 14, 2004 and right now I'm already 16 years old. I'm currently a Grade 11 STEM student in Notre Dame of Dadiangas University. In my highschool year i was enrolled in Notre Dame of Dadiangas University - Integrated Basic Education Department Lagao. In my elementary year i was enrolled in Dadiangas West Central Elementary School. I prefer being called as Angel or gel but when i was in grade 8 i was called g squad by some of my schoolmates and classmates until i reached grade 10 for a reason it's indeed annoying but i just ignore it.

     My name Angel was given by my brother and according to him he named me Angel because i save him from being the youngest. My zodiac sign is cancer. My favorite color is violet even most of the people can't see me wearing or having a thing that are in the shade of violet still it's my favorite color. My favorite subject is math i feel alive when it comes to math subject because i love solving and sometimes i find it easy. My hobbies are dancing, cooking, baking, playing video games and reading books. 

     My talent is dancing even when im just a kid i already love dancing. My friend and I decided to join a dance group way back grade 8 but i didn't agree right away because i feel a little hesitant because i don't even know if I'm a good dancer. In our house i approach my brother about me joining the dance group where he was in and he agrees with that so me and my friend started the screening. I become a member of a dance group namely G-squad and when my schoolmates and classmates knows about it they started teasing me but being a member of it doesn't last because im getting a hard time balancing my academics and dancing so i have to stop. I still performed in some events like family day, christmas party, debut, and sometimes i do choreo. I dont do competition because i have to focus on my studies even my friends keep on encouraging me to join.

     Im the youngest daughter of Mr. Gerry C. Duatin and Mrs. Criselda P. Duatin. My father is a Company worker while my mother is a School Nurse. I have two elder brothers and one elder sister. My sister Krizzelle Joy P. Duatin who's a Nurse is the eldest followed by my brother Kristianne Jay P. Duatin who's an Engineer then Karl John P. Duatin who's still finishing his marine course in Davao Merchant Marine Academy. You might wonder why does my elder siblings has the same name initials while mine is different it's because of my brother Karl. 

     My ambition in life is to be a Doctor. Why being a Doctor? It's because i wanna help other people those ill people and especially those unfortunate people who can't even afford having a check up. Most of people die not just because of the illness but because most people lack in finance in order to treat it in the early stages. My mom taught me that as long as I can help I will help. In our province most of the people in there are unfortunate especially those people living in the mountains and I wanna help them too.

🤗"My Most Embarrassing Moment" 🤗

My most embarrassing moment is when i perform infront of the parents way back 2017. It was a family day so it was expected that their will be parents. That day was impromptu it wasn't plan that i will have an intermission number infront of the parents but out of the blue I just saw myself infront of every parents, classmates, schoolmates and other teachers dancing. As i started dancing i was so nervous because all of the parents was so silent and serious watching me while my classmates, schoolmates and especially my adviser is cheering me then after a minute of dancing i already finish the dance and i saw that the parents were clapping and other people was cheering me but it doesn't change the fact that i was so nervous because that's my first dance in a place that most of the audience are strangers.

My feelings are all mix up that day. First, when they said I'm going to have an intermission number infront of the parents I was shock, a bit hesitant and excited too because I'm going to dance infront of the parents. Time pass by and my intermission number was getting close I already start to feel nervous and still excited as other intermission went by and it's already my turn. I don't really remember what i felt that time all i know that i was dancing and my nervousness suddenly fade away. As i finish dancing i felt relief, embarrassed and happy.

My behaviour as they said that I'm going to perform in front of the parents was that I'm frowning and asking why me not the other one who's more talented than me and they brag me about plus points that made me agree. In waiting for my turn i cant stay in my place because I'm being excited. And, when it's my turn i didn't even wanna dance anymore but i have agreed already. As i ended i bowed to them, smile then left.

👪"My significant others" 👪

Dear Papa,

Thank you Pa because you're always there for me to help me overcome my difficulties. You're the first person I can ran to when I feel down even you're far from me . You always support me in things that i want to do. You're the only person who knows me very well and I'm lucky to have you as my Papa because you never forget to have time with me chit-chatting. Thank you for not getting tired hearing my story everyday.

Dear Mama,

Thank you Ma because you've been a good mother to us you always make sure that we are all fine. You always prioritize us before yourself. You always forgive us if we've done something wrong. You're so kind not only to your children but to everyone and I'm grateful to have you as my Mama. You inspire me because you have a good personality and Thank you because you never get tired of reminding us of our limits.

Dear siblings,

Thank you because you guys are always there for me when I needed you the most. You always help me in my studies and activities. I know we always fight but we still manage to fix things up because it's just us who'll help each other at the end of the day. Thank you for all the memories that we've made throughout this years. I'm thankful that after all the struggles we've face we are still here for each other.

Dear Sir Matt,

Thank you Sir Matt for all of your horror stories and words of wisdom. You help me realize things the way they should be seen. Thank you for listening to my story and for all the advice you gave to me. You become a father to me and to my friend when we had problems you are one of the person we ran to. Thank you sir for all the memories and I miss your words of wisdom.

Dear Besties,

Thank you guys cause you've been so good to me. Thank you for listening to my story line. Thanks for helping me in my academics. Thanks for supporting what i want. I miss you guys.

😇 "My Life Guide to Become a Responsible and Capable Adolescent" 😇

I will practice myself being independent

As I was growing older I must practice on becoming independent even in such a small thing because I can't always depend on my parents or anyone.

I will listen to other people but still do what is the best for me

It's because other people taught as good and bad thing. We learn from them but it's not guaranteed that what they are saying are the best for ourselves.

I will help without being said

It's because as we grow up we become responsible of our sorroundings. We don't need to find someone who would tell you to help other people instead you will do it because you want to.

I will understand and respect the elders

We the new generation doesn't have that broad mind to understand elders that leads us in disrespecting them. We like to said to our elders that "this generation wasn't like your generation". We have to understand and adjust not only in our generation but their generation too for us to avoid misunderstandings.

[scarletlion94]

My Thoughts About THRIVE Live 2019

I finally got to watch it, so now it’s time to ramble about my thoughts! If you don’t want any spoilers from the live then don’t read this!!

I went back to take pictures of my TV because there’s not many on the internet right now and this review needs pictures! Sorry if they’re somewhat bad quality with the lighting but I did my best! :)

Anyways, to start, I think the whole 131 minute run time I had a smile on my face. Maybe also forgetting how to breathe a few times  Watching these boys have so much fun and perform a great show made it go by way too fast! I already want to watch it again!!! 

I’ll start with everything I liked: 

The INTRO! I loved the Broadway theme and music and how even the back up dancers got to put on their own little routine to start the show! Then THRIVE comes on and we get the full version of Chokan Destiny! (Not the abbreviated one from Eternal Pacific 2018 woo hoo!) 

The Pacing of the Live  Compared to the Eternal Pacific Live feeling really rushed, this one only having one group felt much better paced. After 2 songs the boys already got some time to talk to the crowd and joke around. From what I was able to understand of it it seemed like they enjoyed talking about their outfits and making fun of all of Kato’s throughout the show hahaha (Ugh I wish I understood more Japanese! I need to start studying again!)

LOVE ADDICTION  This!! Was amazing! But so sad!! But that’s because it’s a sad song. Regardless, I love the way they did it. There was a couch in the middle of the stage and they mostly just sat there and walked around it the whole song. And then at the end of the song...Goshi holding a ring and sadly looking at it, Yuta looking at a framed photo on a table, and Kento lying down alone on the couch...my heart...ahhh it was so sad I wanted to just shout “I’m right here!! Don’t be sad!!”

Special Appearances!! There was a special intermission type video that had recorded messages from some of the other BPro boys!! Haruhi, Momotaro, Yuzuki and Hikaru! It was nice to see them!!

Small things in the songs I’m grouping all of these into one category

The transition between ALL RIGHT! and LOVE GAME (Hanae slowly goes behind a curtain, building up the music, then the curtain drops and Kato appears going right into LOVE GAME and then I died)

The transition into the second verse of Tick-tack

Eikyuu Paradise! (I’m so used to listening to the THRIVE version from the Dreaming Time CD and in the one at the live they switched around the solo vocals and I actually think I like that one better!!)

Yuta’s rabbit and bear back up dancers during Happy Ending (so cute!)

Cover Songs THRIVE sang KiLLER KiNG Hungry Wolf, Kitakore Wonder Future and MooNs Summer Mermaid and they did so good! It was cool to see! When do we get a CD? JK LOL (You could tell more here that they were really looking down at the screens on stage with the lyrics on them haha)

The Outfits The stage costumes were so nice! Especially the red and black ones they wore at the end of the show!! They really do look perfect for a Broadway theme! 

Epic.

And I probably sound super biased but Kazuki looked sooo good in it!

I mean...

Come onnnnn...

Anyway, moving on...

I’m sure there’s probably a few more things that I liked but can’t remember right now but basically the whole thing was amazing. 

But I guess I have to put things I was disappointed in too, which is only petty stuff that really wasn’t enough to ruin anything for me:

Some songs were shortened. I wish Needle No. 6 was longer! But I get that they just recycled the dances from the shortened versions in Eternal Pacific and maybe didn’t want to make the seiyuus have to learn too much extra choreography; plus time restraints?

Also, they debuted their new song Welcome to the GLORIA! but it was a shortened version! I don’t know if they just wanted to give everyone a small taste and make them go buy it on iTunes? (It’s a really good song though. I just imagine Kento rocking the keyboard solo in it every time I listen to it ^_^)

The live wasn’t long enough!! (This is just a joke because I could watch BPro 24/7 if I could haha)

I think that’s about it. I’m really happy that we were given a standalone THRIVE concert and hopefully there will be some for the other groups in the future! I know wishing for more lives means more Blu-rays and I know the Blu-rays aren’t cheap but to me they’re worth the money especially with how much I watch all the lives that I’ve purchased in the past! I like to support our boys any way that I can!

I sacrificed some sleep to stay up late watching this. THRIVE is life. 💙🖤💗

#b project #bpro #thrive #thrive live 2019 #kento aizome #yuta ashu #goshi kaneshiro #kazuki kato #natsuki hanae #toshiyuki toyonaga