“7 years have already passed by I think I felt especially happy and less stressed because of the members that stood by me, as well as our STAR1.Looking back, I feel saddened and sorry that we didn’t get to spend as much time with our fans. No matter how I present myself on whatever stage, I will never forget my love for our members and fans.I love you …. I’m sorry … and thank you. I’ll be releasing good music Fighting, everyone, until the very end.” — Soyou
“Hello Star1. This is Bora.Every year I say that the fans make me happy and I’ve had so much fun and been so happy for the past 7 years.The time that the SISTAR members have spent with Star1 were very precious and happy times. It seems like I have reached further out than my efforts have shown. I feel more and more sad that I wasn’t able to show an even better side of myself during SISTAR’s promotions.For me, it was difficult to always show a bright image but the fans always gave me even more strength. In the future, I will never forget to this image and continue being strong. I got a lot of memories while writing this. Now, the members will all be going their separate ways, I will be cheering for them.But it’s not like you all won’t ever see me. In the future, I will put in the effort to show a good image of myself as Yoon Bora.To everyone who loved both SISTAR and Bora, to everyone who stuck with us, thank you. It was a happy time. I will be happy in the future too. I love you.”— Bora
“To all the STAR1s who have loved and supported SISTAR, this is SISTAR’s leader Hyorin.It’s already been 7 years since SISTAR debuted and the time I spent as Hyorin of SISTAR with the members and the fans was priceless and like a dream. The members of SISTAR have chosen to continue on a new path to move onto our second stage in life.STAR1, you guys have showed us how happy it can be to get up on stage, sing, and be loved by someone…and we thank you for that. With great sadness, we will continue to support each other and grow and show you a better side of us. The members and STAR1 will forever be in my heart and thank you for giving me more love than I deserve. I thank you with all my heart, and I love you..” — SISTAR’s Leader Hyorin
“For our fans, STAR1!I’m very sorry for greeting you guys after such a long time. I have so much I want to say to you guys that I am having trouble thinking of what to say first.It’s been 7 years since we debuted as SISTAR. I just want to say thank you to everyone who supported us throughout all these years.Thanks to the continued love and support, we were able to continue as SISTAR for such a long time. I really believe it’s because of you guys that everyone in our group along with myself, got here.It is with a heavy heart that I say that we will be disbanding after this album. We wish you guys will support us with our individual activities and we will return the favor as well.I will work harder and stronger from now on to connect with my fans even better.Cheer for us! Thank you.” — Dasom
Sometimes people tell me that it’s not stupid that I gave everything when I loved her and that I still loved her after that. And I can’t help but cry. I can’t help but cry because I feel like such a moron that I let myself be defenseless and I let this person know all of my weaknesses and my entire heart and now, she doesn’t even care about my existence and this is the person I loved with all of my heart and trusted my whole being with. I gave her everything I had and even more. It’s so foolish but I’m thankful when people don’t call me stupid because I want to believe there’s someone I can give my entire being to and trust wholeheartedly. They’ll take my weaknesses and pains and be beside me even at my worst. Because people leave me when I hit my worst. They always do. I’m annoying, I’m invasive, I’m insecure, I’m overly jealous, and I’m needy and all of these stupid things. I’m selfish and I overthink. And people leave. People leave so quickly. The one I love stops caring about me and loving me. In fact, they probably might even have someone new in their heart. And now, they just see me as some burden in their life that was easier to get rid of. And it damages me so much and I don’t wanna tell anyone the truth anymore and everything would be okay if I lied and kept my weaknesses and my insecurities away from the world. Everything would be okay if they only saw me smiling. If I had never told anyone what was in my heart, certain people would still like me and want to be around me. But because I opened up to them and I showed them my messy heart and my weaknesses, they left. So. I cry when someone tells me I wasn’t stupid. That I deserve friends and someone who will stay by me regardless of what I become. That I’m worth something and that my love is something special. I cry. Because that’s the only thing I can do when I’m told I’m not a moron.
For those who have been emotionally neglected or abused, your head may be filled to the brim with negative thoughts about yourself and the world around you. As I’ve emphasized in my past posts, these negative thoughts come from how you were treated or raised growing up. While you are working toward recovery, it is essential to add some positive coping thoughts to your regular practice. Here are some good positive coping thoughts to tell yourself during times when you become triggered… many of them specialized for those who are healing from emotional abuse/neglect:
I am important and worthy. (Even if my family tried to brainwash me otherwise).
I am ALWAYS deserving of love and respect.
I am a survivor.
The fact I am standing here today is proof of my unquestionable strength.
I will continue to move forward in life with my strength.
I will not tolerate disrespect, violence, or disregard in any of my relationships.
I do not need to maintain relationships with people who do not prioritize me or who actively hurt me.
It is completely okay to cut people out of my life.
I NEED to learn how to cut people out of my life, as it is a part of my healthy recovery.
I will not overwork myself in my relationships, and give more than I am receiving.
I deserve to receive.
I will strive to live my life with balance.
It is okay to say no.
I don’t need to answer or respond to anyone’s negative thoughts or opinions.
Someone’s negativity is not mine to hold; it is theirs.
It is okay to make mistakes. I am only human. We all make mistakes.
I may feel bad about myself now, but that is only because I have never gotten the chance to discover who I really am.
I deserved so much more than what my parents/family gave me.
I will commit to rising above my parents’/family’s negativity, in order to actualize my true self.
From this point on, I refuse to let anyone hold me back, including my parents/family/abuser.
You can also make up your own positive coping thoughts, but write them down in your journal or put it in your phone–whatever helps you. And pull them out when you need a reminder. It’ll take time to shift your thinking, so expect that, but if you make your positive coping thoughts into a habit, I guarantee you that your mind will eventually start to shift! ♥
Like, I was thinking, what if Draco found the mirror of Erised in first year. What if, for all his young arrogance and self importance, he looks in that mirror, and sees a little blond boy/girl next to him. What if, and I don’t even know where I’m getting this, but what it Draco really wanted a sibling? What if, in that big manor, whether you like the idea that his parents were loving or absent, that big lonely manor, what if all he wanted was another kid to play with? One who could be there all the time, and not just sometimes, like when his friends would visit?
What if Draco desperately wanted a little sister, or a little brother.
And that’s what he sees in the mirror? Himself, happily playing with a younger sibling, or hell, even an older one.
What if Draco just wanted a bigger family?
what if that’s a small part of why he is so hateful towards Ron and his big family
Warnings:THERES SO MUCH SIN THAT EVEN HOLY WATER CANT SAVE ME. AVERT YOUR EYES, SMALL CHILDREN.
The next day after what happened with Jughead, I immediately went to Veronica. She was my best friend, and I trusted her completely with my life, so I also trusted the fact that she would explain to me what the hell I should be doing when it comes to…..things like this.
“Veronica, I just, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about all this kinky stuff, but I know that if there’s somebody I’m comfortable enough with, it’s him, And Jughead, sometimes with the way he is, he, he…” I trailed off, crossing one leg over the other on Veronica’s mattress.
“Turns you on?” Veronica asked, a giggly tone in her voice as she spun around in her vanity chair to look at me.
“Yes.” I admitted, heat spreading across my cheeks quickly.
“Girl, I get what you mean, every time I see Betty in that cheer uniform-” Veronica dramatically draped herself over her chair, fanning herself with her hand. “ my gay ass heart just can’t handle it.” I rolled my eyes before standing up and swatting her in the arm.
“I’m serious, Ronnie! Jughead does.. Things to me! Things I’m not used to feeling! Things I seriously don’t like-” I cut myself off, groaning loudly in sexual frustration, and flopping back down on to Veronica’s bed face up. My arms sprawled out across the duvet and I sighed, turning my head to look at my friend now looking down at me.
“ He’s going to be the death of me, Ronnie. He really is.”
“Cheer up sunshine. Let me show you a few things first.”
I had left Ronnie’s house with a lot of ideas, and I planned to use them this weekend. The knowledge she had given gave me somewhat a surge of confidence, and I was positive that the rain check I had made with Jughead would be worth it.
It was the next weekend when I finally acted upon my ideas.
My mom was going away for the weekend, which meant I would have the house all to myself.The last bell had rang, signaling to the students that they had just been relinquished their freedom and were free to leave the torturous hell that was Riverdale High (ok, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but I’m a drama queen). I saw Jughead standing in front of his locker, rummaging through It while Archie leaned against the locker beside him, hands moving as he told Jughead something. I quickly moved from in between Betty and Veronica, quickly making my way to my boyfriend. I grabbed his shoulder as he stood facing away, pulling him down backwards so my lips brushed against his neck, and whispered.
“My house, tonight. I wanna make good use of that rain-check.”
I let go of Jughead, my hand pushing him slightly and his body sprang back in to his previous position, his mouth open. I was halfway down the hall when he turned around, and I just giggled before winking and blowing him a kiss.
Instead of meeting Jughead at Pop’s, I went straight home, checking to make sure my mom had left for her trip. When I saw the empty driveway, I knew I was in the clear. I ran inside and up to my room, dropping my bag and trying to think of my next move. I figured taking a shower was good, so I took a quick one, making sure to shave even though I had done so a couple nights ago. I got out, towel-drying my hair and brushing my teeth before grabbing my nicest pair of bra and underwear. I wasn’t a huge lingerie person, but my mom had bought me a couple nice sets for my birthday, which I was now extremely thankful for.
I threw on a cami and a pair of (extremely short) shorts afterwards, before brushing my hair out and spraying a little perfume. When I was done, I went back down stairs.I occupied myself by getting a little something to drink, and messing around on my phone. I started to almost worry that Jughead wouldn’t show up, and my head started to get the best of me. What if he didn’t want this? What if I freaked him out and potentially ruined our relationship?
A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and I padded towards it, unlocking the bolt and swinging it open to see Jughead. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his head raising to look at me. His eyebrows raised as he took in my appearance.
“Is your mom home?” He asked, stepping inside and locking the door behind him.
“No, she’s gone for the weekend. Business trip.”
Jughead quickly had me pinned against the door, his hands wrapping around the back of my thighs and lifting me so my lower body was wrapped around his waist. His lips went to mine, kissing me roughly. My hands went around his neck, knocking his hat off when my fingers curled in to this hair. I tugged lightly and Jughead groaned against my lips. I broke apart from him, panting heavily.
“Do you uh, do you want something to eat?” I asked him, mentally face palming myself. Jughead laughed, his head falling in to the crook of my neck.
“Sure, what’s on the menu?” Jughead responded, lifting his head to look at me. I had an idea to fix the mood I just killed, bringing my lip between my teeth.
Jughead looked taken aback for a second before a smug look took over his face.
“Hmm, dessert first. I like that idea.” Jughead leaned back down to kiss me, his lips on mine only for a second before trailing down my jaw and to my neck. Jughead began to litter my neck with dark, purple bruises, his body pressing in to mine. Jughead’s hands traveled down my body, his fingers slipping under my shirt. My breath hitched at the feeling of his warm hands on my cold skin, gripping at my waist firmly.
“M-maybe we should- we should go upstairs.” I panted, my breath heavy. Jughead adjusted his grip on my thighs before complying to my suggestion, stumbling a bit to find the stairs.
“You’re going to break your neck.” I giggled, clinging to his shoulders for dear life.
“Don’t undermine my masculinity.” Jughead pouted, climbing up the staircase with me still in his arms. I laughed at the clumsiness of my boyfriend as he actually managed to make it up the stairs, kicking my door open. Jughead dropped me down on to my bed, my back bouncing against the cool mattress. I sat up, reaching out and gripping Jughead’s jacket and tugging it off of him.
“Eager, are we?” Jughead taunted, helping me pull his jacket off. I rolled my eyes, my hands now going to the sweater underneath his jacket. I pulled it over his head to be met with another shirt.
“What is it with the layers?!” I groaned, my hands now working on getting the short sleeved shirt off.
“Really, Forsythe, I thought when I invited you over, you would get the memo to wear less clothing.”
“Unless you wanted me to be a popsicle stick by the time I made it here, that wasn’t happening.” Jughead retorted, his hands going to my tank top.“ Although, I’m pretty sure I woulda been warm in a matter of moments anyways.” Jughead leaned down, his teeth biting gently at the skin on my neck, making my breath hitch in my throat. Jughead pulled my tank top off my body, his hands running down my sides and to my hips before gripping them tightly and pulling me closer to his body.
Jughead and I had had sex only a couple of times, the first time obviously being an awkward and romantic mess, and the second time almost being caught by Archie and Betty, who happened to live across the street from me.Jughead and I weren’t huge on sex, it wasn’t something we wanted to do 24/7 like a lot of the kids at our school, but the both of us had so much pent up sexual frustration lately that we were seconds away from creating tears in our remaining clothes.
Jughead grabbed the waistband of my shorts, slipping them down my thighs. I kicked them off before pushing Jughead over and down on to my bed. I unbuttoned the top of his skinny jeans, pulling them down his legs quickly before straddling Jughead, grinding down in to his hips. Jughead groaned, raising his hips to meet mine and I held them down with my hands, grinding my hips down harder on to him.
“Fuck.” Jughead moaned, his breath becoming heavier. I felt him get harder underneath me and I grinned, glad I was getting the reaction I wanted. I sat up, grabbing one of my scarves hanging off my bed frame and toying with it in my hands.
“You wanna try something?” I looked down at my boyfriend, his eyes wide and fixed upon the fabric slipping between my fingers.
“Lay it on me.” Jughead smirked and I grinned, taking his wrists in my hands. Jughead looked confused as I tied his hands to my bedpost, looking up at me.
“To be honest, I thought the roles would be reversed when you asked.” He chuckled, relaxing under my body.
“We’ve got the whole weekend, babe.” I reached behind my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall off my shoulders. I flung it aside, my hands now traveling down my boyfriend’s body and running over his hard-on, hidden by the fabric of his boxers. I cupped it lightly before moving away.
“Do you really have to be a tea-ease.” Jughead groaned when my hand dipped under the elastic, wrapping my hand around him firmly. I slowly pumped my hand up and down, Jughead’s breathing becoming rapid. I pulled my hand down, my fingers pulling his boxers off and slipping my underwear off after. I leaned over Jughead’s body, grabbing a condom from the drawer of my nightstand.
I took the end of the foil package between my teeth, ripping it open. I was met with the gross taste of lube and a disgusted look swept across my face quickly.
“Why didn’t you just…. Open it with your hands??” Jughead tilted his head, stifling a laugh at my reaction to the flavorless substance.
“Veronica said it’d be sexier.” I scoffed, pulling the condom out of the package.“ Last time I take her advice.”
“Wait, you went to Veronica for advice on sex?” Jughead sat up a bit. I pushed him back down with my hand, looking shocked at my surprise burst of dominance.
“Jughead, I’m literally about to sit on your dick. Please don’t ruin the mood.” I pinched the tip of the condom, rolling it down Jughead’s penis. Jughead laid back down, eyes wide and looking at me.
My knees went to either side of Jughead hips, my hand guiding him as I slowly sank down on to him. My hands went to my chest, my lower body feeling a bit tight and uncomfortable. When my thighs reached Jughead’s hips, I stopped, giving myself a moment to adjust before slowly beginning to rise up and sink back down on to him.
I tried to keep a steady pace, my legs burning as I grinded down on to Jughead’s dick.
Jughead’s uneven breathing turned in to small groans and my hands went down his chest, my fingernails leaving scratch marks down his stomach.
I began to go faster, already feeling worn out. Jughead’s hair was already starting to stick to his forehead, and my chest was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. I painted, picking up the pace even more and going as fast as I could.
“Baby, baby untie me.” Jughead panted, wriggling his arms that were suspended over his head. I paused, leaning over and untying the knot of my scarf. When Jughead was free he immediately sat up, his arms wrapping around my body as he thrusted in to me. My head fell in to the crook of his shoulder, my nails dragging down the muscles in his back.
“F-fuck, Forsythe, I-I’m-” my body tensed, the fuzzy feeling in my lower body and the twitching of my abdomen telling me I was close. Jughead flipped us over so I was on my back, his arms holding him up as he pounded in to me at a rapid pace.
My orgasm hit me like an oncoming train, my nails now digging deep in to Jughead’s skin and my back arching. My vision was blurry, colors and stars clouding my sight.
Jughead came a few moments later, collapsing on top of my body. My arms went around his neck, my hands playing with the ends of his hair as I tried to calm my breathing.
Jughead eventually pulled out of me, his body leaving mine for a moment to discard the used condom before grabbing his sweater. He climbed back on to the bed, his hands pulling my body up in to a sitting position before pulling the sweater over my head.
“You know, I can dress myself. I’m not five.” I teased, pulling my arms through the sleeves of the long sweater. The end of the fabric went to my knees, reminding me of how tiny I was compared to my beanstalk of a boyfriend.
“I know.” Jughead was standing up, his boxers now on and his shirt slipping over his head. I raised my arms up, making grabby hands at him.
“Well if you’re going to treat me like I’m 5, then I demanded to be carried to the kitchen.” I pouted. Jughead turned to me, a grin on his face.
“As you wish.” Jughead’s arms went under my body, listing up like I was a feather. I squealed, clinging to him as he kicked my door open.
“So, why the kitchen?” Jughead asked, now carrying me back down the stairs he had carried me up about an hour ago.
“Well, I made dinner, and then after we ate, I thought we could test how sturdy the island in my kitchen is.” I bit my lip, looking at Jughead.
“I’m honestly convinced that I died and I have gone to heaven.” Jughead shook the fringe out of his face, dipping his head down and pressing his lips to mine.
When I’m up past midnight, I listen to the rhythm of the clock in my bedroom. You used to say it was too loud and I used to say that it reminded me of home. I begin to think about you and memories of us talking about everything we could think of, gasping for air because we didn’t want to waste a second together, on something silly like breathing. We found comfort in one another and shared our deepest secrets as if we were merely talking about the weather. I pass neighborhoods in the city now and I can’t help but remember how you used to make my face light up when you’d make up stories about the people living in those tiny neon houses. I see you everyday and I remember how we both used our phones to call one another each hour we were separated. When you thought you loved someone else, I pretended it was normal. When I thought I loved somebody else, you pretended it was okay. Yet here I am on my bedroom floor craving vodka even though I haven’t tasted it in months. I’m craving the embrace of my best friend and all I feel for you now is nothing but ache for a version of you that doesn’t exist. Near the end I tried to pretend that what you were saying was just a joke. I tried to convince myself that you didn’t mean it. But when I discovered that hatred had dug a crater in your heart and covered it with cement I knew you couldn’t change. I knew you wouldn’t. So I left. I leave a lot of people. They’re always heartbroken at first but they never know that I was always the one in more pain. You gave me your poison to drink and the pain of poison lasts longer than ignored words ever could. So every night that I stay up past midnight I’m reminded of you. How we both teleported to another world filled with hope and you broke it. You filled it with traps and I ran and I ran and you stood there not quite understanding why I ran even though the footsteps I left were covered with blood.
do a Jared Leto joker imagine where Sam and Dean are on a hunt for
the joker and he takes a certain liking to the reader, the pairing
can be whatever you wish, thanks!
“This guy is a nutjob.” Dean mumbled as he ran a hand down his face “We are never going to catch him.”
You frowned as you walked towards him. You placed a hand on his shoulder and handed him a cold beer. He gave you a small smile, appreciating the fact that you still were there for him- them. Them. Not because Dean needed you so bad in his life, no. It was just because you cared so much about him and his brother and managed to fill all the holes in their life. Plus you were an amazing hunter even if your gentle, kind and almost innocent features didn’t give that away.
“No more so than us, though.” you said with a small smile and he and Sam chuckled.
“You mean no more so than you.” Sam pointed out and you gave him a look.
“Traitor.” you mumbled and Dean chuckled.
And you had an amazing friendship with his brother- hell you were like the little sister Sam always wanted to him. What more could he ask for?
“Because you couldn’t totally be his Harley Quinn huh?” Sam asked with a smirk and you shrugged.
Thank you @dadd11e for your request! Sorry it took so long!
the reader has feelings for Dean but finds out that they are actually for him. Leads
to rough sex and them getting together.
followed the sway of Y/N’s hips as she danced over to Dean who was making
breakfast. My veins boiled with the jealousy pumping through me as Y/N leant
over Dean and giggled at whatever he was saying. As she bent forward the long
shirt she was wearing (either Dean’s or mine) rode up to reveal her blue
panties. She was obviously trying to show off to Dean as she always did, as she
had been doing for the past 5 years she had spent with us, and again all she
seemed to be succeeding in was getting me riled up. I eventually gave up trying
to keep myself under control and pushed away from the table roughly, storming
angrily out of the room.
Warning: mention of attempted suicide and mental health problems
“Ugh I hate being a good guy.” Draco sunk lower into the couch until he nearly fell off, then decided that his current dilemma was dramatic enough to actually lay down on the floor so he slid down onto the carpet. His husband emerged from the kitchen somewhere out of his vision, since Draco was now just staring at the ceiling that was about as blank as his mind at that moment.
“And why exactly is that?” A messy steamy head and a bowl of something cookery entered his view. It sadly did nothing for his mental state, which was still as empty as ever.
“I have to write a list.” Draco stuck his pen and paper up (because okay fine, sometimes muggle inventions were more practical than magic) with a disgusted look on his face.
“I thought you liked making lists?” Harry asked puzzled.
“Not this one. I can’t think of anything.” He sighed dramatically and let his hand fall back onto the carpet. “I’ll just cancel that witch weekly interview, this is too much trouble.”
“Five things I like about myself by Draco Malfoy-Potter. Number one, my neck. Number two, blank.” Draco heard Harry’s disappointed sigh and closed his eyes. That was why he didn’t see Harry coming when he stepped over him and sat down on his stomach, leaning forward to kiss his husband and with that silencing his groan, that he uttered because Harry was too heavy for his delicate frame.
“Get off me you prick.” Draco shoved his husband and rolled them over on the carpet until he felt the weight lift from his body. Harry looked at him worriedly, a look Draco didn’t like on him at all, so when he himself dipped down for a kiss he made sure it was rough, full of teeth and in every way screaming you don’t need to worry about me. Harry had done that quite enough after finding Draco on a bathroom floor with sliced open wrists and a goodbye note that began with see? I don’t hate muggles. I even killed myself the muggle way.
“You don’t hate being a good guy, you hate yourself, and the fact that you still don’t fully believe that you are a good guy.” Harry panted as soon as Draco ceased the attack on his mouth.
“Don’t go all shrink style on me Harry. You’re a primary school teacher not a therapist.” He and his husband could both feel the tension shift from innocent quarrel to fight, though neither one of them felt like arguing. They glared at each other for a full minute before Draco gave in and rested his forehead against Harry’s.
“It’s hard for me okay? To see something positive about myself.” He whispered against Harry’s lips. “They gave me these assignments at St. Mungo’s. Name one thing, two things, three things you like or at least don’t hate about yourself. When they stopped I was up to seventeen, and now I can’t think of any. I don’t even remember what those seventeen things were from before.”
Harry wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer. His hair smelled of kids glue and had little spots of fingerpaint in it. Draco inhaled the scent like he was a cocaïne addict in desperate need for a fix. Harry removed one arm from his back and used it to push them up into a sitting position.
“You have amazing hair for a start.” Harry told him in the stubborn tone that meant he would not allow Draco to deny it. That had sometimes stopped him but it didn’t today.
“It makes me look like my father.” He stared at Harry’s jawline instead of his whole face. He knew how it would look like anyway. The sadness and fear about this sudden fallback would be nearly visibly tearing at his heart seams. And the devastation reflecting in his green eyes…
Draco knew his mental state wouldn’t improve by looking at that. Harry’s jaw was moving now, and Draco knew he should listen, knew that after everything Harry had done for him he didn’t deserve Draco not even making an effort to pay attention, yet still all he heard was some faint echo coming from far far away.
He snapped back into the present when Harry pushed his chin up and pinched it.
“Hey.” Harry was rubbing tiny firm circles over his back. “It’s okay to feel that way sometimes. Like it didn’t help, any of it. Like you’re back where you started. I know it too you know. We both do.”
Draco looked up from Harry’s jawline to see his eyes were filled with understanding rather than devastation. He felt one hand leave his back and squeeze his hand that was now laying lifeless by his side. His wedding ring made a tiny ping when it collided with Harry’s. A weight lifted off his chest and he pushed his forehead against Harry’s again.
“Thank you.” He pressed a light kiss on Harry’s nose, making him wrinkle it in such an adorable manner that he thought his heart might burst of love.
“For better for worse ey?” Harry gave him a kiss on his left eye in return. It was a silly tradition of them, comfort each other by pressing kisses on unusual places. Eyes, collarbones, earlobes, because it calmed both of them down more than anything else. Harry pulled Draco’s hand up and brushed his wedding ring across his cheek.
“Come on then.” Harry struggled for a bit to pull his legs out from underneath his husband before getting up and holding out his hand. “Let’s make you some tea and then we can discus the one thousand things you should like about yourself.”
Draco accepted Harry’s hand and looked up. He didn’t feel vulnerable with Harry towering over him like this, because he trusted him. He trusted him more than he knew was possible. “What about dinner?” His voice sounded steadier than expected as Harry’s strong arms helped him up and pulled him into a quick hug. He wasn’t looking forward to this talk about all the things he should like about himself, but the prospect of tea made up for it just enough.
“Screw dinner.” Harry gave a demonstrative kick against the bowl of salad on the floor. “We’ll order pizza.”
“You’re the best Harry.” He kissed Harry’s scar while lightly groping his butt to pull out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans.
“I know.” Harry grinned against the one part Draco did like about himself. “That’s why you married me.”
Series type: Angst, Smut (in later chapters) & Fluff.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and sex and bad language.
Additional Characters: DPR LIVE (Dabin) and mentions of other artists/fictional characters.
Rough summary: Christian is your boss but also your best friend. You both have feelings for each other but his way of living complicates your relationship.
A/N: For the people who were waiting for this, thank you for your patience. I struggled a little writing the series. Also keep in mind that English is not my first language, therefore there might be some spelling/grammar mistakes.
You were part of the inner circle now. At least that’s what one of your best friends Christian said when you signed the 6-month contract. He called it a try out contract. You would still be known as yourself, the only thing you had to do was paste DPR before your own name to get more recognition for DPR itself. You weren’t mad at the contract, so why not? Anything to help out a friend who you also happen to have a crush on. At least that’s what you thought until it actually happened.
As a well known choreographer in Seoul, South Korea you worked with a lot of artists and ‘underground’ dancers.
You’ve choreographed for the big 3 so your name was out there. Everyone in the business pretty much knew who you were. You managed yourself and stayed out of the drama filled party scene which made you well respected by many in the industry.
It’s not that you hated clubs, you just hated when people’s nasty true selves would come out after a few shots. You mostly observe how handsome and successful idols would take advantage of their fame to get their pick of the night, without the public or their beloved fans ever finding out.
It disgusted you, and the fact that men you’ve worked with would try to butter you up to take you home with them disgusted you even more.
You were used to it by now, the “No thank you’s” would come out of your mouth at least 20 times a night. Sometimes you even had to swat some hands away, and still you are here, just like every other weekend for the past month since you’ve signed your contract. It was your job to be with the crew whenever you could since you were a part of it now, but tonight you were not having it. You were tired and frustrated with your boss. Christian had been acting indifferent with you lately, it was almost as if your friendship before this whole business deal was non existent.
You were seated in the VIP area of one of Seoul’s most prestige clubs because your now new temporary boss had a special deal to book tonight with another artist and it also happened to be that artist’s birthday.
“So you’re the DPR dance department now, you’ll choreograph for the girls in our mv’s and other clients that might want to work with you, you still get to do your own thing just keep in mind that since we manage your scheduling now we take 40%”
“40? Christian I don’t know; I manage myself just fine you know.” You bite your lip looking at the contract in front of you.
“We’ll make it 30 then. The thing is to make us a package deal, if they want you they have to want us to shoot the mv too, and also I can’t just not pay our manager, feel me love?”
Love. He always calls you that.
You roll your eyes at his slick way of negotiating. “Fine. Just don’t forget that I’m the one doing you a favor with this.”
He gave you his mischievous smile. “How could I ever forget that?”
Yeah… How could he ever forget that?
If there’s anything you regretted more in life than signing that contract was the fact that you were here. At the birthday party of Kim Yura, a rookie artist who was about to debut under YG Entertainment. Christian would hit it big time if he scored a deal to direct her first mv, since her debut was highly anticipated. You had been working on her dancing with her, which she was terrible at. You never really hit it off with her. Mostly great friendships formed between you and your clients, but Yura was different. She was selfish, cunning and arrogant. Making it difficult to work with her as she never admits her wrongs. Besides all of that, she had a thing for Christian as well.
Signing the contract didn’t only take 30% of your original payments, but it also shone a light on Christian in a way you’ve never seen before. You were happy seeing him once or twice a week when your relationship wasn’t work related, but now that you see him almost every day, you also got to see the girls, partying and the alcohol making you wonder how he still had a functioning liver.
You couldn’t wait for the next 5 months to pass so you could get back to your own routine and try to start to forget your feelings for Christian. Even though you wanted to hate the way he treated you at times, you couldn’t. Because he was the sweetest man on earth before you knew him like this. You still hold on to those old times, low key hoping you could get back to them when your contract ended, but you knew that you just had to get over him as a whole when your business ties were broken.
You’ve taken care of him on his drunken nights countless of times, he also tried to fuck you on those nights countless of times but despite your feelings for him you were at least smart enough to kindly decline and put him to bed. He only did that when he was shitfaced with alcohol, and the day after he wouldn’t even remember.
He would always text you with a fucked up “Thank you for getting me home, love”
Lost in thought you take a sip of your non alcoholic cocktail when Dabin approached you putting an arm over your shoulder.
“Wuz poppin” he says giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Just…sipping on this, minding my own business” you answer playing around with your straw.
Dabin knew you like the back of his own hand, if anything good came from your contract it was your friendship with him.
He chuckled. Looking at Christian who having a laugh with Jay and Loco.
“Is he still being a dickhead?” he asks leaning his head on his hand looking at you.
“What do you mean who” he chuckled.
“I’m not talking to you about him, you’re like brothers” you say taking another sip avoiding eye contact.
“So, does that mean I can’t keep secrets. Come on you always tell me when things pop off” he says looking at you with a pout.
“You’re just thirsty for drama” you say pushing his face away.
He chuckles and so do you. “No y/n, I actually care about you, you know that.”
You give him a reassuring smile looking into his sparkling eyes.
“Y/n” his voice made you look up immediately, and so did Dabin, his expression was a lot more relaxed than yours. You met his gaze and stayed silent.
Christian looked at the two of you ready to say something but he closed his mouth again before he did.
You could tell something was bothering him, you just didn’t know what yet.
“There’s a lot of people here who want to meet you, instead of sitting here all night, why don’t you make an effort to talk to someone” he said a little ruder then he intended to.
You raise your eyebrow at him. Ready to rip that fucking piercing out of his nose. “If these people want to talk to me so badly then staying in once place makes me more approachable doesn’t it?” you give him a cold look slamming your drink back on the table a little harder than you intended for.
You got up avoiding his gaze turning your back to him. “Dabin if you don’t mind I have to pee.”
Dabin chuckled and waved his hand signing for you to go.
“What’s up with her” Christian frowned watching you walk away.
“Ah, you know her, this just isn’t her thing. I guess the work stress makes her a little more agitated today than usual.” He calmly says shrugging trying to mend the situation.
Dabin was always in the middle of you two. He knew you had feelings for Christian and he also knew that Christian always complicates things when it comes to you because Christian can’t deny that he has feelings for you too. Christian tries to acts like he doesn’t, but he does and to Dabin it has always been obvious, but not to you.
“Then she should have thought twice about signing that damn contract” Christian said sitting down next to Dabin. “What is she even drinking” he said sniffing into your glass.
“Probably apple juice or some shit man I don’t know” Dabin chuckled leaning back into his seat.
“She just…frustrates me.” Christian says sighing.
“In what way? Sexually?” Christian shoots Dabin a glare which he simply laughs off.
“I just want our relationship to go back to the way it was you know.” Christian says removing his cap and ruffling his hair around with his hand.
Dabin sighed crossing his arms. “I think that makes two of you, just go talk to her.”
“Not tonight” Christian says throwing his head back, playing with his hair a little more. “I have to make sure I get this deal with Yura and her agency”
Dabin relaxed state vanished. He knew you hated Yura with every fiber of your being. She was a trainee but acted like she debuted 10 years ago, only because she’s from YG. You always nagged about her to Dabin, saying she was more stuck up than G-Dragon could ever be in a 100 lifetimes. Then again you also didn’t like her because Christian was extra flirtatious around her. Reeling her in with a debut mv would mean hitting it big time for DPR making them more well known to the bigger boys in the industry. You understood to some extend but Yura was enjoying the attention too much to your liking, especially for a rookie with a dating ban.
“What are you going to do” Dabin asked wide eyed.
“I don’t know man I might hoe out a little bit.”
Dabin scoffed. “What else is new.”
“Like you haven’t” Christian raised his eyebrow at Dabin’s sudden annoyed expression.
“You keep talking about how you want to mend things with y/n but then you keep fucking these girls it just doesn’t make sense.”
“Who ever said mending things with y/n meant being in a relationship with her.”
“Man that’s bullshit and you know it, if you do this tonight with Yura and y/n finds out, it’s end game for you.”
Christian opened his mouth to say something but Dabin shut him right up again.
“y/n is loyal, funny, hella cute and super hard working. She always puts up with your shit, she takes care of you when your legs won’t carry you anymore, yet you’re out here fucking around, knowing she has feelings for you, which you do too, even though you always try to deny it.”
Christian closed his eyes at his best friends’ hard words. Dabin was right. He was. But he wasn’t ready for a relationship. Not now.
“The timing just isn’t right” Christian replied.
“So you’re just going to lead her on until you get your head out of your ass?” Dabin says raising his eyebrows.
Christian opened his eyes in a millisecond looking Dabin straight into his eyes with an angered look.
“Fucking around is fun and all. Until you lose her man. You have to sort shit out with her. Rather sooner than later.” Dabin eyes shoot up when he sees you walking towards the table again. “Don’t sleep with Yura cause if you do, I will tell her. I’m on her side with this one Ian.” Dabin says seriously.
Christian just nods burying his face in his hands. Not knowing how to process everything that was just said to him. He only ‘fucked around’ because he couldn’t be with you. Other women distracted him of the fact that he couldn’t be with you. Not only would you turn out to be the girl who fucked her boss, if word got out. But it would also cost Christian his credibility as a boss with female employee’s.
You approach the table and feel the tension, wondering what happened in the time you were in the bathroom. You cautiously sit down next to Dabin on the other end of the rounded sofa. “Uh- I just ran into Dean. He said he wanted to talk to you” you tell Dabin. He nods getting up. “I’ll go find him”
Fuck. That’s not what you meant. You make eye contact with him. You tried your best to make your eyes scream. “Don’t leave me alone with him right now” but Dabin ignored you and Christian completely, making you wonder even more what the actual fuck happened while you were gone.
Christian lifts his head looking at you. His facial expression was soft and so was his voice when he spoke.
“Are you tired?” he asked scooting closer so you could hear him better over the loud trap music.
He put his hand on your thigh to comfort you, showing you he was trying to be sincere for once.
“I’ve been more awake.” You reply not making eye contact.
“I’ll take you home if you want, I didn’t take into consideration that you worked all day today before I made you come here.” He says removing his hand from your leg while sweetly putting a strand of hair behind your ear so he could see your face better.
You look at him, confused as hell, but you tried not to let your facial expression speak for you. This Christian reminded you of the old Christian, the Christian you fell for.
“I-“ you purse your lips together again reconsidering his offer.
“I’ll go home by myself, it’s just a 10-minute walk from here to my apartment, I’ll live.” You say getting up, but Christian grabs your wrist before you could walk away.
“No, it’s 2 in the morning, I don’t want you out on these streets alone in this outfit, at this hour, I’ll walk you home and then I’ll come back here it’s no big deal.” He says getting up.
You say your goodbye’s to everyone explaining you had a meeting planed tomorrow morning at YG. Dabin kissed your cheek like he always does, telling you to text him once you get home, even though Christian was walking you home.
The walk home was silent; it wasn’t an awkward silence though. Both of you just didn’t feel the need to speak. Just being like this together again was a huge step in the right direction for the both of you. After a few minutes your heels made it harder for you to walk on those damn tiles, so like you always used to do, you linked arms with Christian, stabilizing yourself on these Seoul streets.
Christian looked at you surprised when you did. You didn’t even realize him looking at you because you were too focused on trying not to trip.
“Don’t tell me I have to carry you” Christian said jokingly to lighten the mood.
“I’m good like this, just make sure not to let go of m- FUCK” you almost landed face first onto the sidewalk, but luckily Christian grabbed you by your waist, making sure you didn’t fall down. In the process of almost falling your heel broke, as it was stuck in a hole in between the tiles.
“Fuck y/n be careful” Christian says startled, still holding your waist.
“Nooooo my fucking shoe” you say in an annoyed baby voice, throwing an aegyeo filled tantrum as you take off your expensive as fuck nude Valentino pump looking at it with an almost tearful pout.
Christian bursts out laughing grabbing your face and pulling you into a hug. You bury your face into his chest. Your heart was racing like crazy. “You’re so cute.” He simply stated caressing your hair. “I’ll buy you new ones, don’t be sad for too long okay.” He chuckled into your hair, kissing the top of your head.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t overly touchy, but he cherished moments like these with you, as they have become more rare over the past few weeks.
You stood there lopsided, trapped into his hug as your other shoe was still on.
Christian slowly let go of you. “You have to take the other one off too.” He says squatting down. You lift your foot up for him, holding onto his shoulders for support as he takes off your other shoe.
He gives you the other pump as you stand barefoot, not knowing what to do.
It’s just a few meters to your apartment from here, but the industrial iron stairs that actually led you to your front door were what worried you.
“Come here” he says lifting you off the ground bridal style.
“Christian!” you squeal surprised in a hushed tone. The streets were empty but you still felt kind of embarrassed as he carried you to your apartment and up the stairs. You buried your face into his neck while wrapping your arms around his neck as well.
“Here” he says putting you down. You wobble a little when your feet hit the cold concrete, making Christian cautiously hold onto your waist again. You hand your pumps to him, searching for your key in your handbag.
He waited patiently until you unlocked the door and stood in the doorway, taking your shoes from him again and placing them behind you on the floor.
“Thank you” you say yawning covering your mouth with your hand.
He gave you a warm smile. “Go sleep.” He says caressing your cheek with his thumb. You lazily lean into his hand nodding.
“I’ll call you tomorrow when I wake up okay, I think we both know there are things we have to talk about.”
You were surprised but you finally realized why the mood was so dark when you came back from the restroom back in the club. Dabin probably told Christian he was being a dick, and it worked.
You nod. “Okay” unexpectedly Christian pulls you in for a hug again, wrapping his arms around you, holding your head close to his chest. You wrap your arms around him too and you just stand there.
How long was it? Seconds? Minutes? You didn’t know, but to you it couldn’t’ have been long enough.
He let go of you first looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry.” He said giving you one last look before walking away from you.
After you texted Dabin you got ready for bed. All night you twisted and turned under your sheets thinking of what he was sorry for. Of course you had countless occasions listed in your mind of what he could be sorry for but still it didn’t make sense.
At around 4 you finally seem to fall asleep, but only three hours after your phone started to buzz you awake.
Summary: On your day off, you invite Bucky to an art museum. You’re sure he probably wants to spend his time doing something else besides looking at art, but you soon find that his definition of art might be a bit different than yours.
Word Count: 1,429.
A/N: Just another random idea that came in mind. Special thanks to @bovaria for being a doll and for previously reading this through. <3
It’s the 1rst of March 2017 and that means that this beautiful boy, the reason of this account right here is 23 now.
I can’t really believe how fast time is flying but it is, faster than I ever imagined.
Wasn’t you just 16 yesterday, having your first world tour, wasn’t it just yesterday when my world came out, when you reached more and more goals that you had, wasn’t it just yesterday that this fanbase was created?
Well it’s pretty crazy to think about the fact that this was all nearly 8 years ago, isn’t it?
It is nearly 8 years ago since we started to watch you growing from this little kid into this beautiful young man and I can’t even say how proud I am of you, but just saying that I’m proud would be an understatement because it has been nearly 8 years since you decided to live this kinda life, to take us with you on your amazing journey, and since then, we’ve been here, we’ve been here with you through thick and thin, we stayed through rumors, lies, changes, mistakes, break ups. We stayed when you had the worst part of your life, when you were in deep depression, not knowing what to do with your life anymore, and now look at you my angel.
You rised like a skyscraper out of the ground, you handled your depression, you started to keep your life together again and most importantly, you found your purpose.
You’ve been through a lot, your journey was everything but easy I can tell.. you know, it was tough,
~ you had to deal with the fact that people called you a “ girl ” because of your voice when you were just 16,
~ when you became 17, you were rumored to be a father,
~ you were getting called gay by the age of 18
~ then, 2013/2014, or how we call it, your bizzle phase, you had to deal with more hate than I ever imagined, parents calling you a bad influence for their kids but the worst is that you had to deal with yourself and we had no clue
~ then you turned 21 and you were having a hufe comeback, you went through a lot of changes
~ and well, now it’s the time where I can say, with 22, people called you a jerk and they tried everything to tear you down, but you’re still here.
^ look at all of this, and people still call Justin weak? I’m sorry but for me this just proofs one more that Justin is one of the strongest people existing out there.
And even though you went through all of this, you still managed to love us, to take care of us, to make us feel like we’re worth it, and it amazes me everyday how you have the strength to do it everyday.
People don’t really get it, they will always question the memories I created, we all created with Justin, the stories we have behind all of this, they will never get it, but Justin, there’s one thing you should know and one thing people will always question,
you’re keeping me alive for a lifetime now.
In my darkest times, you were there.
When everyone turned against me and showed me their back, you offered me a hand.
When I thought that all hope was lost, you reminded me that there will always be hope as long as you’re there.
You brought the smile I’ve lost for years back, in such a short time.
You are the reason I’m fighting through a bad day, why I keep holding on.
You’ve always reminded me that I’m not alone, and that you’ll might not be next to me right now but that you will always be with me.
When I was struggling with anxiety, depression and panic attacks, I just had to listen to be alright and I knew that everything will be okay again.
Even though you don’t know how I look, you make me feel like the most beautiful princess.
Do you see this?
You’re the reason behind my smile,
you made me believe in myself,
you made me accept myself instead of bringing it down,
you gave me hope when I thought there’s nothing left,
you stood by my side when I was alone,
you helped me to get out of the darkest place in my life and yet, people still say that you’re a bad influence, shake my head at every single one of them, I wonder if they would still call you names, talk bad about you in front of us, or even come
up with rumors if they would know that you’re the only reasons why their friends, daughters, classmates are still alive.
^ but that’s a different story.
This day is supposed to be about you and only you.
I’m so endlessly proud of you, you’ve got a grammy, a diamond award, our fanbase keeps growing, you’re finally the person who you want to be, you started to figure life out and maybe you didn’t figured out completely, but you figured it out enough to be happy with yourself, and that’s all that matters, your happiness.
There’s so much more I wanna say, so much more things I’m proud of, so much more reasons why I love you, so much more reasons why I will always be with you, but I don’t even have any ideas how to put it into words, because you really do mean everything to me.
But since it’s 12AM,
Happy birthday my angel,
just remember that we love you, that we’ve always loved and that we will always love you because you might not know, but you’re the reason why so many of us are still here.
Happy 23rd birthday my beautiful little cupcake vanilla muffin puppy baby prince, I love you way more than to the moon and back. ❤️🎉
Kara was drunk again. She was slumped down in her seat, and her head lolled on her shoulders, bobbing from one side to the next and then down between. Her chin bounced against her chest, and she sucked in a gasp, jerking her head back up and blinking her eyes.
“I’m fine,” she said, the words slurring on her tongue. “Completely fine.”
“Completely drunk is more like it.” Alex sighed and slid out of her side of the booth and into Kara’s. She wrapped an arm around her shoulders and leaned her cheek against the side of Kara’s head. It was the fourth night in a row that Kara had ended her night at the alien bar, completely trashed, and every night, Alex had come along to keep an eye on her and to clean up the mess. Wipe away Kara’s tears. Listen to her frustrations. Pry her lips off of random aliens who saw nothing wrong with taking advantage of an intoxicated Kryptonian. Indulge her ridiculous desires to play guessing games like I-Spy or shuffle off to the nearby auto graveyard and bench press compact cars for fun. Whatever Kara needed. But it was starting to get a little out of hand, and Alex was beginning to worry that Kara wasn’t going to break out of her funk any time soon. “We should get you home.”
“No,” Kara whined, and Alex rolled her eyes.
“Remember when you were a happy drunk?”
“R’member when I was happy?” Kara hiccuped through the words. A sob became trapped in her chest, and her eyes began to water. “And ’blivious.”
“Oblivious,” Alex said, impressed. “Well, at least this alien alcohol doesn’t affect your vocabulary, just your speech.” She smiled as she teased her. “That and your tear ducts. Overstimulation seems to be a real problem lately. Maybe I should do a work-up.”
Kara snorted out a laugh that quickly turned into sob. This one managed to free itself, and Alex let out another low sigh.
“Oh, Kara,” she said, rubbing her hand up and down Kara’s arm. “Everything’s going to be all right.”
“No, it’s not.” Kara shook her head, a few strands of her hair smacking across Alex’s face and chest. Alex patted them down and then smoothed them behind Kara’s ear, and waited for her to continue. “I can’t sleep. Can’t eat think.”
“Eat think?” Alex poked Kara’s side. “Is that a thing now?”