echo-arena

BRACELET

Imagine starts at 55 seconds.

“You guys having fun?”

The thousands of cheers from around the sold out stadium echoes through the cool night, every single one directed towards Justin. It’s kind of crazy to think about it - that people literally spend hundreds of dollars just to see him from what probably is a shitty seat at the back of an arena, but at the same time its flattering, and by now I bet his rather used to it.

“I don’t know if you guys heard me, Are you guys having fun tonight?!” He repeats into the mic, fiddling with the gold chain bracelet around his hand.

Once again the stadium filled with screams and cheers from the beliebers, this time twice as loud. I watch as Justin let his eyes drift over to the side of the arena, and decides to yell “Top row, you guys having up there?!” And they continue to cheer.

Then the other side, “What about this side, you guys having fun up there?!”

A small smile fell onto his face as he leans back and removes the gum from his mouth muttering, “Alright, as long as were having fun. Just livin’ the moment.”

Then continues to move forward and lightly strum the first notes to Cold Water. A second later his hand moves back to his mouth, placing the gum he removed earlier back inside. I can’t help but roll my eyes at my boyfriends indecisiveness. Once more he continues to strum the guitar before for the third time, removing his hand and looking down onto the chain.

“This damn bracelet is annoying.”

Suddenly moving his wrist towards the guitar and using his bracelet to tap the strings while saying, “You see all this noise, I don’t like that noise. It sounds wrong. I’m not diggin’ it.”

I can’t help but smile. Its so cute when he just speaks his mind, and I can tell the crowd feels the same since I do notice a few people chuckling up the front.

Turning towards the wings of the stage, where Scooter, I and the backstage crew are all standing, he jokingly adds, “See Y/N this is your fault - Giving me this bracelet.”

After fumbling around with it for a while trying to remove it, he grumbles “Stupid bitch.” Under his breath, causing not only me but the crowd to laugh. “One second guys.” He announces.

While still attempting to take off the bracelet I bought him for our 3 year anniversary, he decides to make a witty joke, beginning it with, “Why did the chicken cross the road?”

The crowd actually responded with a whole lot of “Why’s?” And justin immediately respondes with “He wanted to get to the other side.”

A small smile cracks his lips as the crowd chuckles at his terrible joke and even chose to acknowledge how dumb it was by adding, “That was stupid.” then adds “but it was funny.”

Finally giving up, his head shoots up to look around the crowd asking “Does someone wanna come help me get this off my wrist?”

Girls from the crowd shoot up and cheer immediately with there hands in the air. As for Justin who is still sitting and waiting for someone come to his rescue. Scooter waists no time in suddenly beginning to push on my back, motioning me forward.

“What?”

“Go help him.” He demands with a smirk.

“What?!” My eyes trail down my body, instinctively cringing at my purpose sweatpants and staff hoodie I chose to wear. I looked terrible. “Nah-ah. No way.”

“Who cares about what your wearing, go help him!” He chuckles.

“I care! Plus I don’t wanna just walk out on stage! That’s scary.” I pout but scooter shows no remorse.

“Just go!” He puts his arms on my shoulders and pushes me out onto the stage. This time, I can’t turn back because by the way every one in the crowd has heightened there screams, they’ve definitely seen me.

I sigh and mentally note ‘there no turning back now’ before jogging forward over to the seat Justin was seated on by the edge. Justin’s eyes trail around the stage, looking for the reason the screams in the crowd have increased, and once seeing me making my way over, smiles and extends a hand for me to grab.

I don’t hesitate to reach for his gesture and quickly dash over to remove this bracelet as fast as I can so I can get off the stage as soon as possible. At first, Justin is no help at all. Instead, he begins rubbing my arm and trying to get me to sit and stay next to him. “Justin, stop fidgeting.” I laugh.

Justin shrugs his shoulders as if not having any idea what I was talking about before settling and begins cooperating with the process. This bracelet is so damn stubborn! But after some pull and tug, Justin says, “Pull it from this side.”

“Yeah, and you unclip it from over there.”

The crowd aw’s in affection at our teamwork.

As we work together and finally get the bracelet removed, I jump up in achievement and grab a hold of the bracelet myself. As I’m about to make my way back off stage, Justin grabs my arm and pulls me back pouting. “Stay.”

I chuckle nervously and take a glance at the screaming crowd in anticipation, finally turning back to Justin to shake my head.

“Oh c'mon!” He encourages, grabbing my hip and pulling me towards him. I fall onto the seat beside him, my back pressed against his side while his arm rest around my waist. “Have a little fun. I’ll sing you a nice sooong.” He coo’s as if I was a child. “give you a little kiiiss. We can cuddllle.”

“Shut up.” I chuckle to which Justin smiles.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Meanwhile, the crowd has hit the fan, their cheers going wild in a frenzy of excitement. Justin places his arm around my shoulders while using his hand to hold the right notes on the guitar neck. His other hand strumming lightly at the body.

After commenting about how terribly the guitar is tuned, he finally begins singing Cold water in a soft, melodic tone.

“Everybody gets high sometimes you know…What else can we do when were feelin’ low? - C'mon sing it with me baby!”

I chuckle at his enthusiasm and decide to not ruin the song and just keep my mouth shut, but frozen with a smile.

“So I wanna lay with you told I’m old!” He sang, causing my to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“Baby you sang it wrong.” I whispered into his side.

Still strumming the guitar, he looks over at me “Really? I did? Well then how does it go?”

“It goes, ’What else can we do when were feelin’ low? So take a deep breath and let it go -…” I quickly sing as Justin smirks.

I hadn’t realised that justin had actually moved the mic towards me, causing my voice to echo throughout the entire arena, the crowd cheering like crazy in the background while Justin smirked menacingly.

“Hey!” I pouted. “You stuffed the lyrics on purpose!”

“How’d you know?” He chuckled sarcastically. “Well, since you started it you gotta finish. C'mon baby lets go!”

With a sigh, I finally decided to just give in and continue with Justin. “And if you feel your sinking….”

BTS Reaction - Their child runs on stage

Anonymous said: Reaction when during concert their little child run up on star with tears and saying something like"daddy this song is beatiful,you sing perfect" and starts crying and hugging him and all ARMYS make one sound like “owwwh cute” and kid gets shy🙈

So I’ve decided to just come up with Korean names for each of their kids. I feel like that makes it a little more personalized, rather than just putting Y/K/N. Also, my name is Sarah. I’m American and only know a small amount of Korean, so if I screw up these names somehow…I am so sorry and please politely correct me lol. Enjoy!

I kind of wonder if Taehyung picked those names for his future children because Taekwon sounds like Tae Kwon Do…Taekwon literally means “kick hand”

Taehyung:

You were having trouble controlling your three year old, Taekwon, as he toddled around backstage, huge red earphones covering his ears from the noise of the concert. You brought him with often to BTS concerts, because he enjoyed being able to watch his dad, his uncles, and look at all the bright lights. Although normally, he wasn’t this nuts. Jimin’s wife must’ve given Taekwon a Popsicle or something earlier that day, because your kid was bouncing off the walls.

Whenever they preformed Spring Day, it would get everyone onstage emotional. Taekwon knew his dad’s voice - and would always ask you to pick him up and point out Taehyung singing his part in Spring Day. This time was no different, because your baby tugged on your pant leg and threw his arms up.

“Where daddy?” Taekwon asks in his baby voice, his hands gesturing out and his shoulders shrugging. You smile and point at the figure across the stage. Taekwon looks, struggles in your arms before you put him down and turn to grab a water bottle from the cooler on the floor.

As you’re digging in the ice for a cold bottle, you hear a huge chorus of “aww”’s coming from the stage, and the boys laughing. Securing yourself a water bottle and turning around, you glance up and notice that your son is not where you left him - and has run out onto the stage into his dad’s arms. You watched with a hand covering your mouth as Taehyung crouches to catch his son and hoists him up on his hip.

“Your singing is nice!” You hear your son say loudly into Taehyung’s microphone, and laughter rumbles throughout the arena.

“Thanks, buddy. Can you sing a song for us?” Taehyung asks, expecting his son to blurt out the words to Spring Day, but Taekwon begins to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star instead, which makes the entire arena resound with sounds of adoration.

Suga:

Twins. You and Suga never expected them in the first place, and it’s been a wild four years with them. Their birthday was soon, and you still remember the day they were born - Min Yoon-Shik first then Min Gi-Dae second.

The twins became more like their dad everyday, and you’d find the sisters singing along to all of BTS’ songs, and would try their hardest to rap alongside their dad in each song. They’d even try to learn the choreography - and while Suga wasn’t all that bad, the girls seemed to have gotten your side of the family: because there wasn’t a dancing bone in your body.

It was BTS’ last concert before they ended their latest tour, and you had decided to take the girls to this one to watch their dad preform. To say the least, the twins were extremely excited and kept their eyes focused on Suga the entire time. They even began copying his lyrics as he rapped them.

At the end of the concert, the boys sang Spring Day and had rose petals raining down on them, and the twins thought it was hilarious. Yoongi looked over to the side of the stage and an instant smile grew on his face at the sight of his baby girls, and he ushered the twins to come out on stage. Yoon-Shik and Gi-Dae looked at each other, then back at you for permission, then ran off onto the bright stage towards their dad.

“Can you teach us the dances for the songs?” Gi-Dae asked as Yoongi hoisted both her and her sister up in each arm. The entire arena sighed in awe, the other boys laughing at how cute Yoongi’s twins were.

“Ask Uncle Hobi for that,” Suga laughed jokingly, then kissed his daughters cheeks before setting them down. “Run along, I’ll see you in a few minutes loves.” He said aloud, before gently giving them little pats on their backs before turning around and thanking ARMY.

Jimin:

Jihyun was just like his father.

It wasn’t even funny - you swear you had no part in making your son because Jihyun was a spitting image of Jimin. It’s as if someone put Jimin in the copier and spit out Jihyun - all the same features and personality, just a different name, and much younger.

Jimin would often times take Jihyun to the studio because the five-year old loved watching the dance practices. Towards the end, Jimin would grab his son and teach him the moves - and his son would execute them almost perfectly. He was gifted, just like Jimin, and everyone saw it.

“Jihyun, stay here.” You said to your son, who was standing in the middle of the exit to the stage, watching his dad and uncles jump around as they began I Need U. Jihyun didn’t acknowledge your words, but tried his hardest to keep up with the minimal choreography he knew. It was adorable watching him spin around and trip over his feet - but he was better than any other five year old dancer you’ve seen (okay, maybe you were a little biased).

You didn’t realize it until you looked over on the TV screen to see your son just off to the left of the stage, visible to ARMY but behind the boys. Jihyun didn’t notice that he had veered too far onto the stage, and was too busy twirling around and singing along to I Need U to hear the ARMYs cooing.

You watched Jimin spin around when the song was done and lock his eyes on his son, immediately bursting into laughter and walking briskly over to Jihyun. 

“Jihyun, you’re giving everyone a show!” Jimin laughed, scooping up his son and bringing him to the front. The five year old looked miraculously at his father but began to enjoy being on stage with his uncles, who all came over and ruffled his hair.

“I’m gonna be like you one day,” Jihyun said with a bright smile while looking up at his dad. Jimin threw his head back in laughter and appreciation while the ARMYs in the crowd continued to awe. 

“I’m sure you will be, bud.” 

J-Hope:

Just like that - Hokyong was out of your sight and ran right into her dad’s arms. The two year old was the most excitable, energetic kid you had ever come to know, but you’d never trade that for the world. 

When Hokyong saw her dad, she would never hesitate to run over and hug him. It was just Hokyong’s thing - she’d laugh and toddle towards Hoseok with a big, toothy grin on her face. Your husband would just laugh right with her and cuddle his daughter in his arms.

“Look who has joined us today!” J-Hope said brightly into the microphone, glancing at his baby girl as she peered around with her hand stuck in her mouth. “Can you wave, Hokyong?” Her dad said, gently prying the hand out of the baby girl’s mouth.

Hokyong looked out into the crowd then shyly buried her face into her daddy’s shoulder, earning a huge, booming sound of adoration from the fans. The boys just laughed, Jimin coming over and patting your daughter’s back before looking back at you and shooting a thumbs up. You stood at the curtain watching, getting emotional at how perfect your little family was.

“Alright, baby. We have to finish the show, say bye-bye!” J-Hope said, putting the toddler down and grabbing her hand. Hokyong waved to the crowd before J-Hope walked her back to the side of the stage, kissing your lips before handing the baby back to you.

“My perfect girls,” he said, winking, before hoping back to his spot on stage and beginning BS&T.

Jungkook:

Your’s and Jungkook’s daughter had just turned a year old. She’d just began walking as well, and you decided to bring her to the last concert of the tour to celebrate her birthday with all the boys afterwards.

Jungmee was extremely intelligent, but very quiet and reserved. The baby girl had been a daddy’s girl from the beginning - always reaching for Jungkook when she was upset or wanted to be held. It was no surprise that Jungkook was the best dad in the world: he admitted he was nervous at first but seeing him with your baby girl was heart melting.

You sat with your daughter in your lap`as she stared out onto the stage, and from time to time, Jungkook would glance over and wave at you and Jungmee - winking and making silly faces. Finally, towards the end of the concert, you could tell your baby was getting tired. She was crabby, crying and struggling to get out of your arms, but whining when you but her down. 

When you put her down on the floor for what must’ve been the 100th time, you hoped she would somehow fall asleep despite the music echoing around the arena. Jungmee was sobbing now, screaming incoherent words as she had a tantrum right then and there. You sighed and over the course of 15 minutes, you picked her up and rocked her, tried to console her with a bottle and then resorted to just swaying back and forth with her in your arms as she screamed.

Jungkook must’ve noticed, and had watched you struggle to keep Jungmee calm. With a smile playing on his lips, he jogs over and stands in front of you, placing his hands under the arms of your daughter before taking Jungmee into his arms. She stops screaming, of course, but still hiccups as leftover tears roll down her cheeks.

“W-what are you doing?” You stammered.

“I want everyone to sing her happy birthday. It was going to be at the end of the concert, but it looks as if you could use a break..” He said, giving you a little smile as he walked back off onto the stage, looking adorable as he held Jungmee in one arm.

“It’s Jeon Jungmee’s birthday…I think we should sing happy birthday, don’t you think?” Jungkook says, bouncing the now happy, tearless baby girl. The entire arena erupted, singing happy birthday to your little girl. By the time Jungkook came over and handed her back to you with a kiss on the cheek, Jungmee smiled as she drifted off as you held her against your shoulder.

Namjoon:

Namsang was the sweetest baby girl on the earth - except when she threw The Tantrum. Your baby girl wasn’t spoiled - not by you at least, since Namjoon always decided to bring the three year old little presents and toys home - but when Namsang pulled The Tantrum, all hell broke loose.

So the little girl decided to pull The Tantrum at the worst time possible - just as Namjoon kissed both of you and ran out on stage with the boys. Namsang reached out after him as he hopped away, her lip curling into a pout as she began to cry. As the boys were jumping around and dancing to their opening song on stage, you turned your back and tried to bounce your daughter into calming down.

Namsang began to kick and try to pull away, and after 10 minutes of fighting her, you set her down. You sat down in the chair beside the stage and rubbed your hand over your face, already all of your energy spent. This is what was bad about bringing a three year old to a three hour long concert - you never knew what would set off another screaming-fest.

When you opened your eyes again, you didn’t even realize your daughter was gone from your sight. You were just relieved that the screaming stopped - and then noticed that something was missing. Frantically, you searched around, behind curtains, under tables and in the surrounding rooms, until you heard Namjoon talking on stage.

“Namsang! Come here,” Namjoon said, and you turned your attention to the CCTV streaming the concert. The camera was pointed at Namjoon with his arms wide open, crouching down to catch his daughter in his arms. Namsang ran into her dad’s arms, earning louds screams from the fans. 

“Aw, baby girl, what are you upset about?” Namjoon asks, wiping the tears from your daughter’s face with a small chuckle, picking her up and holding her close. 

“I didn’t w-want you to leave, daddy.” Namsang said, sniffling. The other boys covered their mouths to hide their laughter while Namjoon just turned his head and said, “Aw, I’m sorry. But you’re here now, right? You don’t have to worry, baby.”

Jin:

There wasn’t a time in your house that nobody was singing. Someone always had a song stuck in their head, and your four year old, Jinhee, was no exception.

Seokjin was constantly teaching her the lyrics to various BTS songs, and she always begged to attend every concert her dad performed at. She loved singing along to I Need U, and Spring Day. Jinhee tried to dance to Not Today, but when she’d trip over her feet, Seokjin would tell her to keep trying her hardest.

Another thing Jinhee did was get emotional. At four years old, you would think she didn’t understand anything her dad and uncles were singing about, but oh man, she did. The little girl would ask what was wrong and why the people they were singing about were leaving in Spring Day.

You had left Jinhee standing at the entrance to the stage while you left to grab a snack from the waiting room. She was usually very obedient, and would listen to you when you told her to stay there. Although, when you walked back Jinhee was not where you had left her. You dropped the fruit snack you had snagged for her and immediately looked out on stage - and saw her running behind all the boys and heading straight for her dad.

“Daddy!” She hiccuped, and there were tears that ran down her cheeks. Seokjin turned around, eyes going wide at the sight of his daughter rushing towards him. He crouched down and held Jinhee in his arms, and you saw him wiping away her tears as he began to talk to her.

“Hey, what are you doing out here? Are you okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice.

“I-I, the song is sad,” Jinhee cried, burying her face in her dad’s shoulder. Jin closed his eyes and laughed, picking her up and facing the crowd. The entire stadium was a mixture of laughing and cooing, and Jin waved before heading back to the side of the stage to put Jinhee down by you.

“Don’t cry, okay? I love you, stay with mommy.” Seokjin said, kissing his daughter’s forehead before looking at you with a small smile.

this killed me and I am so sorry it’s so late

Champion

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2.268

Request: By anon! “May I request a oneshot where 40s boxer!Bucky’s girl is basically untouchable bc everyone is afraid of Bucky? Fluff and Bucky being a showoff pls :) “ 

Warning: none. 

A/N: Another request. I had a little trouble with this one, it just won’t come out as I really wanted it to! Despite this, I really hope you enjoy, nonnie!! Lots of love, please be sure to tell me what you think! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! <3 


Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky

The chant echoed in the large arena; his pink lips were curled up in a smirk as he bounced back and forth on his feet, his hands lifted, ready to strike his opponent. The glint of victory was already visible in his eyes as he took a threatening step forward and the opponent coward away instead of reciprocating. Another powerful wave of his name was chanted, and the thrill of winning soared through his body.

With quick work of his feet and a swing of his fist, it collided with the opponent’s jaw, and he went tumbling to the floor in a blink of an eye. The audience roared, and Bucky held up his hands, grinning widely out to everyone, who at that moment knew nothing else but his name.

His name was ringing in his ears when his eyes fell on the only two people he cared about: his girl and his best friend who were cheering proudly and his grin went even wider.

“And the winner is, to no one’s surprise, BUCKY,” the announcer cheered, bringing Bucky’s arm up in victory and the crowd went wild once again.

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SELF CONSCIOUS

Originally posted by life-is-so-unpredictable6


Warnings: None

Request: Can u do more cute imagines on stage with yn

I wasn’t sure how you wanted the imagine to go exactly but I hope this is good enough, Enjoy! 


Heavy breathing and loud screams. It’s a familiar sound now. 

I’ve been to so many of his concerts that coming just seems to be a second nature. It’s different then it was a few years ago though. Back then, I only saw him once every few years when he would put on a show, and I would usually only be seeing him from a far distance. He didn’t even know I existed. 

But now, my whole world has flipped upside down and as I stood from the wings, watching Justin and his dancers parade around on stage, I couldnt help but look at all the other screaming fans, reaching out for something so small, as simple as a graze of his shoe. 

I used to be like that, before I met him for real.

I remember it so vividly. The day it was absolutely pouring rain and I still had a good 2 miles to walk. I remember sneezing from the cold raindrops that trickled down my skin, leaving me to deal with an ongoing flu the next day. But I also remember seeing the black, tinted SUV pulling up beside me. 

At that moment my heart nearly stopped, and I was readying myself to run if needed. I really thought I was about to be kidnapped when the door to the SUV swung open, but gee was I glad stayed when I did. 

My idol stood in front of me, a concerned look on his face as he glanced at me, then up at the dark grey clouds above. Star struck, I listened to his words, so simple yet so demanding. “Need a ride? Get in! Where are you headed?” 

And from there it was a long spiral of being strangers, to acquaintances, friends, to love interests. Then finally - becoming official 3 months ago - as boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Get used to me holding you. Get used to me woeing you. Oh! get used to it…” The last line was sung. Justin’s jumping stopped as he ended in position, the crowd’s screams only just beginning to pick up.

“Thankyou all so much for coming tonight.” He announced breathlessly into the mic. “Don’t go anywhere guys, we’ll be back in 10!” 

And then he and the dancers ran off stage for a quick break. Justin immediately grabbed ahold of me, smiling like a fool under his head mic. “How am I doing?” 

After handing him his water bottle and wiping down his forehead with a towel as he gulped it down, I smiled and said, “Absolutely amazing baby. You always do great.” while rubbing his sweaty but masculine arms. It’s crazy to think that I have one of the worlds biggest popstars, as well as my dream guy, wrapped right around my finger. Just as well as I am with him.

“Let’s take a snap before you have to go back out.” I exclaimed, removing my phone from the pocket of my jeans.

“”Okay. But it’s only going to your family right?” And here we go again. Justin has been trying to keep our relationship a secret ever since we got together. At first it seemed to just be a privacy thing, so we could enjoy a little time to ourselves before going public to the world, but its been 3 months, and It honestly feels a little as if Justin is embarrassed to be seen in a relationship with me.

I mean, I’m definently not the most attractive girl, and I don’t have a model body either. I’m short, with a little belly. I can barely do my makeup for shit and not to mention, I’m not famous. In the end, I’m just a fan. 

“Oh- uh. Y-yeah. Of course.” I stutted in a failed attempt to hide my disappointment.

Justin’s face fell, eyes wondering over me in a concern. “You okay baby girl?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just forget it. Don’t worry about the snap. You gotta go out there soon and Scooter wants to talk to you.” 

“But-”

“Go. Scooter’s waiting.” I pushed. I honestly just wanted to be left alone for a little bit, and pushing him away for a while was really the only way I was going to get that.

Justin hesitated and compelled but with some tugging and pushing, I got him over to Scooters side and walked away.

Justin’s POV

“Your doing great Kiddo.” Scooter began, looking down at the show plan in his hand, he hadn’t even realised that Y/N had practically dragged me over here, to busy caught up making sure everything was going according to plan.

“Yeah thanks Scoot.” I rushed. “Hey, do you know what’s up with Y/N?”

“Y/N? No. She was fine earlier.” Scooter answered, glancing up towards me. “Why?” 

“She just seemed like she was in a bit of a shit mood. Or something was making her uncomfortable.”

“Well did something happen?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No…I mean…I don’t think so?” I questioned. “I don’t know.” I sighed. “We were talking about the show, and then all of a sudden she asked if we could take a snap before I went back out. Then after that she just suddenly said she didn’t want to do it anymore and that I should talk to you before I go back out.” I explained.

“Okay…” Scooter trailed off “Did you say anything before that?”

“No, just that we could take a pic, just as long as she only sends it to her friends and family. No one else.”

That’s when Scooters face lit up in recognition, a sigh leaving his lips. 

“Justin, I honestly don’t know how so many girls love you. You are so oblivious.” Scooter joked.

“What?” I questioned. 

“Justin, did it ever occur to you that maybe Y/N’s feeling a little insecure?”

 “Insecure? About what. She’s perfect, there’s nothing to be insecure about.”

“Maybe not to you but to her…” Scooter explained. “Justin, she’s a wemon - a girl. Shes gonna need constant confident boosters and reminders that she is beautiful because otherwise after a while, the confidence she has will just wither away. And you holding back on telling everyone about your relationship is probably starting to affect her. She probably thinks you don’t want to be seen with her.”

“But that’s not true at all.” 

“But she dosen’t know that.” Scooter stated. 

“Well then…what do I do?” I ask hysterically. Scooter only shrugs and pats me on the shoulder. “That’s for you to figure out Kiddo. Your on in a minute.”

And with that, he walked over to pep up the dancers.

1 minute seconds, that gives me 60 seconds to think of something. C’mon Jay THINK!

Then, a brilliant idea pops in my head. And not only for Y/N’s sake, but i think for the crowds entertainment as well. Guess there’s gonna be one less lonely girl tonight.

“SCOOTER!”

Y/N POV

I sighed, looking out at the stage. “JUS-TIN…JUS-TIN…JUS-TIN!” the crowd chanted in anticipation. He was soon to go on, and the only thing I was feeling was self-conscious. I didn’t mean to push Justin away like that but I just can’t be around him when I get like that. I don’t like him seeing me sad, it makes him sad, and he needs to be in a good mood for the remaining part of this night.

“Y/N!” 

The name was smooth but rushed as he voiced it from a small distance. Quickly, I straightened up and planted a fake smile on my face, awaiting Justin’s arrival.

“Hey baby, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?”

“I need to show you something.” He ignored my question.

“Now?” I ask in confusion. Justin only nods and grabs a hold of my hand, mumbling “C’mon.” 

Scooters voice suddenly began echoing throughout the backstage arena, the dancers all running forward towards the wings of the stage. “Alright, where on in 3! 2! 1!”

And then the music began. Light strumming of a guitar. Wait? This isn’t right. the next song should of been trust. This is one less lonely girl…

“Justin, what’s going on?”

But to no avail. All he did was send a wink my way, then began to sing through his head mic, slowly making his was on stage with a firm grip on my hand.

“There’s gonna be one less lonely girl, One less lonely girl, There’s gonna be one less lonely girl,One less lonely girl! How many I told you’s and start overs…”

While He progressed on stage, his grip around my hand tightened as I struggled to pull away. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

I watched as the dancers ran around on stage, planting a stool in the middle.

Justin lead me further and further until I was in sight of every screaming fan. The cheers made my head dizzy and the attention made my body weak but with Justin here, everything seemed to refocus and seem alright. 

Justin smiled and placed me on the stool in the center of the stage, continuing to sing the current verse of one less lonely girl, what in the world was the boy doing?

“Saw so many pretty faces before I saw you. Now all I see is you! No, no, Don’t need these other pretty faces like I need you, And when you’re mine in the world - There’s gonna be one less lonely girl!”

He moved his body from singing towards the crowd, to directing the song towards me. Running his hand down my body and face in a sentimental way, love shining through his eyes.

He continued the lyrics to his old but popular song, half way through helping me off the stool to where he cradled me in his arms and began slow dancing with me, his arms locked around me, pushing my head into his chest.

Then the song began to come to an end, and he stopped moving. Looking me directly in the eyes with his arms stretched slightly, cupping my cheeks. Honey eyes radiating with nothing but love. 

“If you let me inside your world! There’s gonna be one less lonely girl….” Then in a raspy and low voice, he mumbled, “You shawty” Before connecting his lips to mine. 

And although we were accompanied by thousands of people screaming in shock, it was as if no one else was in the room but us. 

The kiss lasted a few seconds at least, before he finally pulled away, pulling me into his side and waving off towards the crowd with a smile.

“GIVE IT UP FOR MY GIRLFRIEND EVERYBODY!”

BTS Reacts: Your Emotional Performance as Their Ex

Request: Can you do a BTS reaction of him seeing you his ex (also an idol) on stage (or on tv) crying because she sang a song that reminded her of him. Thank you, sorry if you didn’t understand me. 

Originally posted by rrapmonstur

Seokjin (Jin)

Seokjin’s hands itched to hold you close. The burning prickle to run his hands through your soft locks, cradle your cheek in his large palm and whisper sweet promises into your ear. The breakup had been messy; your company finding out about your secret blossoming relationship without any regard for your dating ban had even Bang Shi Hyuk stepping in to avoid disaster.

“Not for me,

I don’t think it will be easy,

You still fill up my day to day,

Not yet,

I repeat it like a fool,

But I can’t swallow the words on my lips,

It’s not fine, ah~”

Your voice echoed powerfully throughout the arena, pouring every emotion, every tear into the words of your song. You gazed across the audience, faces blurring together until you landed on Seokjin’s tall frame, easily recognizable in the front row tables. Tears began welling in your eyes, unsaid words pouring out to the crowd that you prayed he alone would understand.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “Fine”

Originally posted by btsgotsvt

Yoongi (Suga)

Yoongi lounged in one of the comfy couches of the waiting room, makeup and hair already done. The sound of the TV airing the groups who just performed filtered in through the air, idly listening over the banter of the rest of the members as he checked his social media.

The sound of your voice echoed throughout the room, too loudly in Yoongi’s ears as his attention snapped to the TV. The screen was filled with an image of you, one he had committed to memory, every flaw, every dark circle under your eyes during the long, sleepless nights.

“It’s 11:11,

When there’s not much time left to the day,

When we used to make wishes and laugh,

Everything reminds me of you,

The wind is as cold as the edge of your heart,

When I open the window, you blow in,

When this time passes, will this breakup be over? Yeah~

Will I forget you?”

The small acoustic performance fit you. You were never one for fussy stages or complicated songs. You preferred raw, emotional ballads, songs that spoke to the heart and pulled at your memories.

Yoongi’s jaw set, an attempt to control his features. Jimin came up, camera in hand, light blinking blue on the back of his phone to signify he was shooting a V-Live.

Hyung, say hi!” Jimin took notice of Yoongi’s set features, and straightened posture and furrowed his brow. Yoongi gave a quick half smile to the camera and focused his attention back on the screen, where he caught the tail end of your performance, tears streaming down your face.

“Must be pre-show jitters,” Jimin commented to the camera, heading in the opposite direction towards Taehyung and Jungguk.

Yoongi quickly pulled out his black leather-bound notebook and a pen, and quickly started writing down thoughts, biting is lip to control all the aimless emotions in his head.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “11:11″

Originally posted by silenhciosa

Hoseok (J-Hope)

Hoseok had stopped mid warmup to the sound of your voice filtering in through the practice room speakers hooked up to the radio. It echoed off the walls harshly, leaving him with no choice but to stand quietly and listen. It was a radio interview, promoting the new single you had just released the day prior.

“It’s more sad than what your fans are used to, isn’t it?” The host asked and you chuckled lightly, breath catching the mic.

“Yes,” you agreed. The ballad was a complete 180 from your normal pop style but you were happy with the change, Hoseok could hear it in your voice.

He knew he should have stopped, should have turned the station to something that played a mindless beat, the same rhythm over and over, something he could dance away all the thoughts running through his mind.

Hoseok walked over to the radio, hand gently laying on top with every intention of doing just that. But burning curiousity got the better of him at hearing your next words.

“I was in a really happy place when I wrote this. It’s about someone very dear; even though they are no longer in my life they continue to help me through my day to day.”

“Would you like to sing an piece of it for your fans?” the host asked.

“Of course.” Hoseok could hear the smile in your voice, could picture just how your lips lifted, and cheeks bunched up, nose scrunching the tiniest bit. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, your angelic voice filling his ears.

“Cause you are,

The light that feel on me,

You are,

Like a beautiful dream,

With seven rays, the whole world,

Is dyed even more beautifully,

Always, yeah you are,”

The interview became quiet and a small sniffle Hoseok recognized immediately as yours permeated the air waves. “Would you like to take a quick break?” the host offered.

With that, Hoseok immediately turned the station and rubbed a sweaty palm over his face. He exhaled heavily, a deep set frown etched onto his lips. He began to stretch his limbs thoroughly, planning to throw himself into practice to try and forget the words etched into his heart, your voice ringing in his ears.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “U R”

Originally posted by nnochu

Namjoon (Rap Monster)

Namjoon stood in between his members, smile plastered dumbly on his face even though his insides felt full of mud. His brain processed things slowly, but heart beat that challenged that of a race horse. He hadn’t been this close to you since your split, conflicting schedules being the sole reason. Butterflies blossomed in his chest and soared through his veins at the sight of you, and from the blush that was dusting your cheeks, he was hoping your feelings hadn’t faded either.

“So, (Y/N)-ssi,” Don started. “I hear you wrote your newest promotional song.”

The faint blush deepened and you covered you mouth with a sleeved hand. “Yes, that’s right,” you smiled shyly.

“Mind giving us a sneak peak?” Don asked. You looked over towards your manager, sitting off screen, and he gave two thumbs up. You smiled and nodded, exhaling sharply.

“Still, I hear your sounds,

And still, I feel your hand,

Even today, I lived within your tracks,

Still, I see your image,

And still, I feel your warmth,

Even today, I lived inside your time.”

Your eyes glassed over with the beginnings of tears, and you covered your face, embarrassment creeping up your spine. The rest of your members smiled fondly and clapped, as Bangtan clapped as well and made noises of approval.

Something like pride flooded Namjoon’s chest before he quickly squashed that down. He would let himself have this moment, let show a smile fonder than the rest of his members, before he would go back to being polite yet aloof, keeping a respectful distance from your group.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “Time Walking on Memories”

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Taehyung (V)

Taehyung leaned over, large hand covering his mouth. “Jiminnie, I don’t know if I can do this.” He licked his dry lips and leaned back to gaze at Jimin, an unfamiliar, serious expression setting Taehyung’s features.

Jimin smiled apologetically and gave a reassuring squeeze to his knee, resting his hand there. Taehyung leaned back in his seat, handing wiping aimlessly at his mouth, as he watched the staff set up for your solo stage. The lights dimmed, and Taehyung could feel his heart begin to pound as you made your way onto the stage, front and center, to the lone mic.

You smiled warmly at the crowd as the soft piano filled the arena. You searched for Taehyung in the crowd, but were unable to find him in the dim lighting. Your heart sank a little at not being able to see him, but knowing his eyes were trained on you alone gave you the confidence to sing your deepest feelings in front of so many prying eyes.

“I don’t know since when, in this endless ordeal,

Your gaze whispers to me, “It’s okay,”,

Then there’s you,

At the end of my parched world,

Oh, it’s you,

Became sweet rain and made it fall,

For a long time, deep in my heart,

This precious word I’ve hidden away,

I love you,”

Your voice choked on the last note, tears running down your face as you unabashedly let them fall. Taehyung’s He ached to hold you. To wipe away your tears. Your relationship hadn’t been the best. You fought, argued about pointless things, neither one wanting to admit they were wrong. But when things were going right, it was amazing. Pillow fights, tickle wars, cooking that always ended in disaster and takeout. You were someone he looked forward to talk to every night, be it over the phone or through a computer screen. Taehyung gulped down the lump in his throat, willing away any form of tears that might betray his stoic face.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “Secret”

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Jimin

“My meaningless days with the truth of you not being there,

The tower of the future built with anticipation collapses in a single moment, oh,

The big embrace that would hug even despair will only be hollow,

Your lie that didn’t know gaze and touch,

It’s over, all of it,”

Your words screamed into the mic of your solo stage rang through Jimin’s chest louder than he thought any song ever could. Your words filled with the distrust you felt then made his skin crawl, sick with disgust for his own actions. He had never meant for any of it to happen, for it to get so out of hand. And when you walked in, right in the middle of everything, Jimin felt your trust crumble instantly.

Jimin could feel your eyes on him, even if it was only his imagination at play. He itched to hide behind his hair, anything to get you out of his line of sight.  He watched as tears clung to your lashes, and could almost feel the pounding of your heart.

Jimin kept a careful stoic face, but not having the courage to watch you perform, instead aiming his gaze at the stage floor where the lights shone brightly on you. You finished your performance with cheers and whistles from the crowd, and the look of triumph aimed in Jimin’s direction had him sinking further into his seat, wishing it would just swallow him whole.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “Fire”

Originally posted by cuteguk

Jungguk (Jungkook)

Jungguk prayed that if there were any cameras filming this joint radio interview, that he would be as inconspicuous as possible. It was by sheer bad luck that BTS’s sister group, your group, had been invited along to the interview with their new studio album being released. He should have known when one of their managers pulled him aside before the interview started and warned him you would be here, that he would not enjoy this experience.

Jungguk tried to steady his thrumming heart, his eyes unconsciously drifting to you when he wasn’t paying attention.

“So, (Y/N)-ssi,” the radio host began. Jungguk found himself watching you again, hoping his face remained as neutral as possible. “Is there any particular song you like best on the new album?”

You hummed in acknowledgement. “Yes, there is one song I’m really fond of. It’s one I wrote myself; a ballad.” A tight smile appeared on your delicate face, preparing yourself for the question that would come next.

“Would you mind singing a verse of it for us?”

You could feel Jungguk’s gaze lingering on you and looked to your leader beside you for courage. She gave a comforting smile as you exhaled deeply and closed your eyes.

“But still, when I think of your name,

Tears well up and when I close my eyes,

And even though everything has changed,

You’re always at the same place, looking the same,

Making me cry.”

You quickly wiped away the tears that stung your eyes and smiled sheepishly at the host. “That was beautiful,” she commented with a sad smile. “Is it about anyone in particular?”

You froze at the unexpected question and made the mistake of glancing at Jungguk. His eyes widened, and you could see how uncomfortable he had become, mouth slightly agape, shifting in his seat every couple of minutes. He gulped, and you quickly averted your gaze. You smiled shyly and waved your hand in front of your face, hoping to not look too apprehensive with your blatent lie. “Not, really. I-I just have a soft spot for ballads.”

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s Time Lapse

anonymous asked:

okok so your bachelor au is really funny and cute?? so if you have the time/desire you should definitely write it (or have one of your Cool Writer Friends like RC write it)

so, the first day/group date after the Night That Yuuri Forgot (though he gets to relive it months later, watching the premiere through his fingers on Victor’s couch when it airs, a week after partially moving in) is at an ice skating rink.  

“we thought it would be cool to establish that you’re this world famous figure skater, so you know, we’ll give you the cue when they enter and you can maybe do some fancy jumps,” victor says, disregarding how hungover and miserable yuuri feels and probably looks while he’s being fitted for a microphone.  he’s used to wearing tight outfits in competition, but the costume department (despite taking some pretty invasive measurements) thinks he is roughly two sizes smaller and has fitted him in workout pants that are almost sheer with how tight they are over his ass, and he’s almost positive they’ll have to blur things out in broadcast.  “then maybe you can skate over and–we have a few options for you here–say something like, ‘i’d like to get to know you, but also i need to see who can keep up with me.’”

“that’s uh,” yuuri says, fiddling with the thumbholes of his hoodie, “a little aggressive for me.  i don’t know if i could say that.”

“oh?” victor says, kind of surprised.  after the initial stage fright last night, yuuri had opened up and tugged a few guys down by their ties to speak to them, had sat in the laps of multiple suitors and played with their hair, leaned into one’s neck and told him so softly the mic barely picked it up: wow, you smell nice, i could stay here all night.  yuuri seemed pretty confident and very aggressive.  victor had thought it would fit his character.  but he’s been in this game for a long time, he can roll with yuuri’s punches, even if he doesn’t quite understand them.  (but by leaning into yuuri’s strangeness, the dying flame that’s been starving for years inside him is coaxed back to life so suddenly it almost gives him a stroke.) “well, we have these other options here, too–”

most of the men competing for yuuri’s heart have never stepped foot in a skating rink before, and watching them try to impress yuuri without eating shit is amazing.  but in the early hours when they’re trying to take a few establishing shots, watching yuuri skate by himself is even better.  he’s music personified, inhabiting everything that comes over the speakers, whether it’s classical or shitty pop.  victor lets out a few cheers.  “beautiful!” he yells at yuuri after he lands a small jump, spins in tight, gorgeous circles. “amazing!”

yuuri seems shy and skates to the furthest point away from victor that he can on the rink every time, chin tucked into his neck like he’s trying to burrow inside himself.  he stays that way for a bit as they film the mens’ arrival and initial interactions at the rink too, and normally victor would be cursing internally at how little material they’re getting and be talking with phichit and mila and sala about maybe orchestrating some drama to make a dull group date seem interesting, but he’s just so fascinated

yuuri comes out of his shell a little more when helping some of the guys who can’t skate worth a damn get off their asses and shows them how to stand on the ice without hurting themselves.  he has a surprisingly gentle demeanor and victor catches himself frowning as he watches yuuri skate past backwards holding onto georgi popovich’s (25, commercial banker) hands.  yuuri has a nice laugh too, which echoes through the arena at yuri plisetsky’s (”yurio,” 21, former US gymnast) antics across the ice.  yuri’s one of the few, as well as jean-jacques leroy (”J.J.,” 28, male model) and christophe giacometti (25, luxury real estate agent) who can actually skate, and he shows off by winding around the less fortunate men in such a dizzying, terrifying way it sends them crashing into the boards.  he seems to be trying to impress yuuri like a kid on the playground pulling pigtails, awkward and cold, but he wins the group date challenge by managing to collect the most flowers the production team scatters all over the rink and present yuuri with a bouquet in under a minute.  he’ll be fun to watch, victor thinks.  

Dean Ambrose - I’m Here.

Dean Ambrose - Prompt #16: “Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.”

- Warnings - Swearing, Angst, Fluff

Word Count - 1,477 words.

Requested by: @myfakelife121

A/N -  If you’d like to be tagged in any future fics feel free to message us :)

Originally posted by samucubed

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April 2nd had arrived and you had walked into the Camping World Stadium with a pep in your step eagerly anticipating the happiest day of your life. The day you’d been working for since you were 16; the very moment you can stand in the centre of that ring and hold that belt in the air knowing you are ultimately at the top of the mountain. The only thing that stood in your way… ‘The Queen’ and her unbroken pay-per-view streak. Simple you’d think; but she hadn’t maintained these wins for no reason- heck she’s a hard beat but all that it came down to was sole passion. Something you pride yourself on gaining over the long haul.

You were simply waiting nervously in the Gorilla area, the only form of comfort was your best friend, Dean Ambrose to confide in. Yeah… not like he was the best person for advice in the world. You two had been best friends for what seemed like a lifetime right from FCW to your current position today and it didn’t seem to be wavering; even if you’re on separate brands.

“C’mon kiddo, you’ll do fine. Just do what you do and you’ll come back with that title.” Dean was right in the middle of soothing you with the overall aim of stopping the nervous wreck you were evidently becoming at the present moment, when a company member practically took a hundred metre sprint towards you. The few words he muttered, well they instantly eradicated any remotely special feelings about the so-called ‘best day of your life’. “Creative team have changed their minds. Charlotte will retain tonight and you’re going to have to tap to the figure eight. Sorry.” Your mood almost visibly dropped. Guess there was nothing to fear at this point right? Maybe it was your intense stare, or the fist-clenched figure beside you but whatever it was… caused that runner to dart away before your words could even fight back.

“Y/N… I -” Dean tried to form a sentence to help the clear pain that was mentally inflicted on you; nothing would work though… nothing could. At least he tried but you just shook your head, hopping off the crate in a split second. A lone tear rolled down the side of your cheek, threatening to ruin the glam which was made special for the moment you would cherish for the rest of your life, however this was soon wiped as JoJo called your name and your entrance music hit. The time had finally come… the time to take a step into that newly meaningless ring…

15 minutes. Fifteen minutes was all it was but those mere few minutes were the longest you’d ever experienced… You had to let all you worked for just walk away, the long hours in the gym, the injuries, the heartwarming sensation felt when the crowds call your name… Was it really all worth it if this is how it ends. Those feelings didn’t leave you at any moment during the entirety of the match; weighing down on you every step you tried to take. Your mind just wasn’t in it solely focused on the outcome of this match which would not only devastate you, but what seemed to be the crowd as well.

We fought. I battled. But I couldn’t win.

The roars of the audience were muffled as a soul destroying big boot knocked you to your knees. And to your senses at that. You aimed to reverse, throwing punches left, right and centre- I mean the least you could do was put on a show. Then it happened; all in a split second. Blink and you would have missed it sort of thing. Charlotte threw your body backwards into a roll up pin, countering it at the last moment into her signature… it was time.

The bell rang, louder than normal it seemed but it was nothing compared to the mass of gasps and boos echoing the arena. The plain sight of Charlotte walking up the ramp, holding that belt high above her crown was enough to make you sick to your stomach. A lump almost immediately loomed in the back of your neck and a stream of tears threatened to spill out of your now blurry orbs.

You made you way back up the ramp, exiting through the curtain in an ever so slightly angered manner. Of course, your best friend was still there; eagerly waiting for you to just return and say everything would just be okay. It wasn’t though. It was easy to hide your emotions; to shield them behind a false attitude but in the face of others, that was borderline impossible. Warm tears began to flow in rapid streams, dropping to the floor as they rolled off your chin.

“Hey, hey stop” Dean began, rushing to your side to tug you closer towards his herculean build. Your sobs now became more rapid, soaking pools into his soft black t-shirt.

“I can’t do it anymore! All of this.” You whimpered, raking your fingers through your neatly curled hair. “I can’t seem to do anything right. Literally I’m on the verge of just leaving, they clearly don’t care for me. I’m put in meaningless matches week in and out and when I finally get my Wrestlemania moment they take it away from me. This isn’t even the first time; it happened before with my title shot against Nikki!”

Your temper grew, turning those tears of sadness into utter rage. “Look I know it seems like that but you know that’s not true. Don’t just give up all you worked for Y/N.” Dean reassured you, placing a tight grip on both of your shoulders. In a way he was right but being screwed over time and time again was never in the contract I signed up for.

“You know what? Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now, because I can’t find one.” You faced away from him, smacking the palm of your hand against the crate that you not long before perched on, cherishing the moment that you would look back on in a lifetime to come. “Ugh.”

Unexpectedly a tight grasp tightened around your wrist, pulling you away from your fit of anger. You were suddenly really close to Dean’s chest, enough so that his scent filled your nostrils and close enough for you to see the discomfort in his eyes. “I love you.” 

Who knew three words could make such an impact on a person. Dean was clearly holding onto some form of hope; his eyes were puffy and from where you were standing, you could almost hear his heart rapidly beating in his chest. “Er- I didn’t mean to say that- aloud.” He stammered, tripping on his the majority of the words he was trying so hard to contain.

A whirlwind of emotions all seemed to crash into you at once. “Dean. Dean please.” You pleaded seeing his plain aggravation as his figure twisted away from your smaller one. “Did… did you really mean that?”

“Of course I did! Y/N we’ve known each other for so fucking long and I dunno, I guess it’s always been there, you know? You and Me. Look I know I just threw this onto you and damn I really wish I hadn’t but it’s out there now.” His falters just turned into rambles and he began to search for an explanation for his out of the ordinary actions. That and your reaction… “And I’m really fine if you don’t feel the same y-”

You had to give in to your emotions and just let whatever was next to happen happen. The sudden heat of the moment all felt so right, so you did it. You kissed Dean Ambrose. You lips both locked in a heated connection and at this point, you never wanted to let go. “I love you too Ambrose. I swear I do.” You found energy for the words, muttering between every breath for air. The kiss continued, becoming more and more intense by the second, I mean it wasn’t hard to deny you didn’t find him attractive before- like just look at him. You bit his lip, letting out a fraction of a giggle as his lips traced to your neck, nipping at your skin. before you broke away and playfully slapped his chest. “I swear Ambrose, I am not waking up with a hickey… Wouldn’t mind waking up with you though.” You gave a final wink, prancing back to your dressing room to get ready for this long-winded day to finally come to an end.

Some would say this day was a disaster waiting to happen, would’ve about a half an hour ago. That all came to an end however when one man made a day of misery transform to a day certainly to remember.

A/N - More Dean love for everyone! I actually really loved writing this slightly angsty but fluffy as hell fic! Hope you all enjoyed reading!xo ~ Nikkii

Also just like to add that I am aware Charlotte’s streak has been broken by Bayley! Just to avoid any confusion as the imagine is if this never happened :).

Tag List - @m-a-t-91

Got7 reaction to their ex singing a sad song after they've broken up.

They will all get different type of sad song. Because I feel like that will bring a lot of colour to the reaction.


JB: The song that thanks the ex for amazing times.

He would be happy to see that the breakup did not bring you down.*

Originally posted by taekwoontrash141

Jackson: The ‘I hope that you’re happier.’

He would walk up to you after the stage and comfort you from crying.*

“I’m sorry that we could not make it last. You deserve a good partner too Y/N.”

Originally posted by anothersilentmemory

Mark: The ‘I miss you.’

Just sadly watching wishing he could turn back time. Still things could not be same as they once were.

Originally posted by j-miki

Youngjae: The ‘I’m sorry for what I did to you.’

After the fact that you broke his heart he would be ruined. But when he heard your voice echo thorugh the big arena with an apologize that spoke from the heart he could not stop himself from crying.

Originally posted by wangpxppy

Jinyoung: The ‘You did me dirty.’

Having an inner crisis.* “DID I REALLY SAY ALL THAT!!??”

Originally posted by soulmatesjjp

Bambam: The ‘my life is difficult now.’

“Life is hard to live.” He says, but inside he feels the same.

Originally posted by kittenyeong

Yugyeom: The ‘Can you remember?’

Just enjoying your stage when the feels it him.*

Originally posted by isabelle-c-r

-A sad Kim

“It’s Normal” au CHANSAW

It was at least four months into the new school year when Veronica heard the weeping as she walked across the hall. It was coming from the nearly abandoned girls bathroom, that usually was reserved to whatever the Heathers wanted: crying, throwing up, attempting suicide, fucking guys, fucking girls; and fucking each other. The sky’s the limit to what they could do in that bathroom alone.

So, when Veronica heard the crying she automatically thought it was Heather Mac. Each Heather had a distinct sound when they went into that bathroom: Duke it was puking, Mac was crying, and Chandler was almost always moaning and panting. And everyone knew that, when the teachers passed by they knew to look the other way (except Fleming), nerds knew to back up, and if any straight girl heard the moaning she’d walk away, not wanting to be seduced by Chandler.

Veronica stopped dead by the door when she noticed something. it wasn’t Mac, no Mac’s was timid and had a lot of sniffling. She had to comfort so much since she joined the Clique, that she picked up all characteristics of Mac’s weeping. No, this was sobbing. Like rocking back to forth, hyperventilating, crying so hard that even china can hear you. It was probably a really bad day for Mac, even though Mac was happier and cheer ball for the most part, she did have some really bad days but still it didn’t, sound like Mac. Veronica knew that she should probably let it go. She had a class in five minutes and couldn’t be late, but then again Heather probably needed her in there, or whoever it was. Veronica could never walk by crying like that without helping her. Taking a glance to the far door where her teacher was waiting, Veronica opened the bathroom door and walked in. It was even worst in there, even Veronica couldn’t think it could be this bad. The tiles made it echo, an arena of sobs and tears. Peering across the room, she saw a familiar red purse’s handle under the door.. She knew she shouldn’t walk on. Leave her alone and avoid confrontation. She knew what the girl crying in the cubicle could do to foes, but she stepped on. Slowly and calmly, a second before she lifted another foot. Around three feet, there was a large sniffle. A silence went over the room and Veronica stopped dead. “GET OUT!” The demon queen erupted. “YOU B-bitch.” “Heather, its Ronnie.” Veronica said stepping in front of the door. She winced as what seemed like a roll of toilet paper hit the door. Resting her cheek against the door, the sobbing began again. Just go, she thought, she probably has something sharper to throw at her in her blazer. But she couldn’t. Even though Chandler was never the easiest, she couldn’t handle that Chandler was crying this hard. Even though she could deny it as much she wanted, Veronica cares about everyone in that damn school, and Heather Chandler has grown more and more, even more than JD. Veronica could see some qualities of chandler, not terrible, like Chandler let Veronica in her clique, she cared about Mac, and seemed to care about Veronica too. Maybe even romantically. But she still couldn’t figure if that was true. “Heather, are you okay in there?” Veronica said turning around on her back tiredly. “I’m-I’m f-fine. Leave me be, Sawyer!” Heather answered, her voice breaking. “No,” Veronica sighed. “You’re not.” There was another burst of sobbing that answered her. And without asking, she opened the door and felt a string being plucked as she saw Heather Chandler. She was on the top the toilet, her arms crossed and shaking. Her knees were up to her chin. Mascara was rushing down her red face, her hair in ruffles and her shoulders slumped so much you would believe that she wasn’t wearing shoulder pads. She was still shaking back in forth, blinking down tears and her lip shaking. Kicking away the toilet roll, Veronica walked closer to Heather, a foot away and looming over her. She couldn’t seem to say anything. Veronica always knew what to say to Mac, the same things to make her cheery again. But she never seen Chandler cry before, and Veronica was pretty sure no one ever has. Chandler was like a goddess, like not human. Someone above petty human emotions, and seeing this goddess crumbling infront of her. It left her speachless and her throat dry. Wiping away of fresh tears on her red blazer, Chandler stands up and meet eye to eye with Veronica. “My Grandma,” She started, straigting up, her eyes red. “Was diagnosed with brain cancer, a year ago. My dad told me before I left for school today, that the funeral will be this Saturday.” Veronica tried to choke back the gulp. Tried to think of something to say. Something to make her stop crying, to feel better. But now she couldn’t match wits with her. After a solid minute of staring into each eyes. Veronica grasped Chandler, and embraced her. Brought their warmths together. Veronica could still feel Chandler shaking in her grasp, but Chandler didn’t step back or slap her, which suprised Veronica. No chandler, gripped her harder, her nails piercing his back blazer. “It’s going be okay,” Veronica whispered in her ear. But heather broke away and shook her head, tears rushing down her stained cheeks. “Its not okay!” Chandler exclaimed, crossing her arms. She looked away, from Veronica gaze, and rushed away. but before she could Veronica held her arm as a wall. “Why?” Veronica said, tilting Chandlers chin to meet their gaze. “You can’t see me like this.” Heather whispered, her voice drenched in sorrow. “No one can see me like this. Vulnerable and weak! Hell, I can barely see myself like this.” Veronica smiled and then saw the beauty in Heather chandlers eyes. She was just a girl who had sadness buried down and emotion down in there. Leaning into her cheek, Veronica kissed Heathers cheek lightly. Gently. Barely touched. Heather eyes widened, and she opened her mouth, but didnt say anything. Veronica takes Heathers hand and guides them gently out of cubicle. Chandler lies her head on Veronica’s shoulder, and Veronica then knew that this could work. And there was spark to be lit. Before walking out, Veronica grabs a few dozens tissues and put them out for heather to take. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s normal. Everyone feels, it’s part of the human experiance.” Veronica said gently, smiling softly to Heather. Heather smiles back and lifts her head high and they walked out of the bathroom, hands together.

Hold Onto Me

Originally posted by tapemachinesarerolling

Pairing: Kyle O'Reilly x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^

Warnings: fluffy smut, comfort, Bobby losing his damn mind, swearing, the reader getting injured

Rating: Explicit

A/N: My love for Kyle is seriously never ending and I feel like he needs SO much more attention and love. Also, me and @thedeboniardevistation were talking about this for like a day straight. Also, I know Kyle is gone from ROH right now (I almost cried when I heard that 😢) but let a girl dream. This is…so…so…so long.

Tag list: @kiwisarah @rolivia-fin @wrestlewriting @thedeboniardevistation @freekmode @dorkyvillain @ashleymarie2021 @ridingmoxely @wrasslesmut @theelitevillian @cute-face-chubby-waist @unstabledirtydeeds @heelturn-timesteen @foreverwwefan @shelaughssheloves @wrestlingnoob @wrasslin-x @lavitabella87 @amantedelcalio @superrezzy00 @nickysmum1909 @crossfitjesusinskinnyjeans @princess3733 @alexahood21 

Kyle tag list: @bellytobayley @laziestgirlintheworld @wrestlingobsession @specialagent-dalecooper @sammiielli


You thought you would hate being a valet. But when you are a valet to ReDRagon, it’s a little different. At first both Kyle and Bobby were rather hesitant to take on a valet but after some convincing from Nigel, they said okay. As you were growing to become the face of Women of Honor, Nigel wanted you to come onto Ring of Honor tv regularly to not only promote yourself, but also the small off shoot. So the first day up on the main roster was calm, just you coming out with them and hang out while they cut a promo. It made you smile how most of the fans started to cheer for you when you came out. At the time, ReDRagon was in a feud with the Kingdom over the Ring of Honor tag titles. So, as valet, it was naturally your job to distract all them.

It was just a random taping of Ring of Honor, ReDRagon vs the Kingdom.

You leaned over the makeup table, getting closer to the mirror with light bulbs all around the side. With a little adjustment of your shirt, your chest was on full display. You leaned back, tugging your shirt down. The shirt was the classic ReDRagon shirt, cut into a tank top, shortened so it was a crop top, and cut so low that your bra almost showed. Your bra was an insane push up bra, adding two cups despite not really needing the help. Your outfit was topped off with the tightest jeans you have and a pair of heels.

“You…you look very distracting,” said a voice behind you. Your eyes flick up to look at Bobby Fish reflected in the mirror. With a little smile, you turned around to look at him. Bobby had his jacket on, the gold ROH tag title around his waist, his mouth guard tucked behind his ear like a pencil. A few feet back, was Kyle. He wasn’t looking at you, instead he was looking down at his belt, rubbing at the already gleaming gold with a cleaning rag over and over again.

You watched him for a bit, trying to will him to look at you. He never did. Watching him made you feel rather hopeless. You have had feelings for him for a rather long time, ever since you “joined” ReDRagon. His smile made you smile. His stupid little jokes made you laugh, hard. Sometimes, he would kiss your forehead, and your heart would stop. Not only was he the cutest nerd ever, his body was perfect. The way his pre-match jacket clung to every lump and bump of his body just made you weak. His angry face was so…so sexy. Despite your feelings for him, you just couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him about them. It would be too painful of a rejection.

“You okay y/n?” Bobby asks, touching your elbow gently. You shook your head, looking away from Kyle. Bobby smiled slightly at you. “Ready to go?” You nod, your eyes drifting back to Kyle. He looked up, but only looked at Bobby.

“Yeah,” Kyle said, standing up, snapping his belt around his waist. Bobby lightly wrapped his arm around your waist. Kyle’s eyes whipped down to Bobby’s hand clutching your hips, then he walks away. Well, more like stomps away. Bobby holds you a little tighter. You shake off Bobby’s hand, walking ahead of him. Kyle’s reaction wasn’t sitting well with you. You hated when Kyle looked at you like that.

Finally, you and Bobby made it to gorilla. Kyle was already bouncing up and down, shadow boxing. He looked pissed. Bobby glared at Kyle, but Kyle never looked over at you two. A stage hand signaled that you guys were up in one minute. With a little groan, you walked up to the small set of steps that leads to the entrance platform, putting your heeled foot on the top step. Their music hit and you three headed out.

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anonymous asked:

happy to hear that you had a good time at your concert! if you don't mind, i came up with a request v///v i think it's a little angsty ?? sometimes i get worried for josh since he's a professional drummer, he'll wear himself out and pass out during a show. can you write something where josh practices nonstop and its painfully obvious that he's tired but ignores everyone's rants? during the show, he just drops to the ground unconscious. you & tyler are worried sick when he doesn't breathe well!

thank u so much! i had tons of fun at my concert! sorry this took so long, i didnt like my first draft so i did a lot of revising and editing, but now it’s where i want it to be!! enjoy xx. 

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

“Jesus Josh,” Jenna says, as you and her walk across the stage, “I got tired just watching you drum.”

She pats him on the back as she goes by, subtly wiping the sweat off on her jeans when he’s not looking, before walking into Tyler’s open arms.  

They all collectively laugh as you walk gingerly up to Josh with a bottle of water.  He smiles gratefully at you, accepting the water and immediately chugging it.  You hear the plastic crinkle as he squeezes the bottle in an attempt to drink it faster.  You’re surprised at how sweaty he is during just soundcheck.  His tank top is soaked through the back and you could see beads running down his temple.

“Thanks baby,” he says with a gasp after finishing the whole 13 ounce bottle in one gulp.  

You make sure to smile and tell him how good he sounded before expressing your concern.  

“Hey, are you feeling okay?”

He immediately nods.  “Yeah, I’m great, why?”

You watch as he continues to breathe heavily, like he just can’t seem to catch his breath.  

“You’ve been hittin’ it pretty hard these last few days, I just get worried—“

“Is that a drumming pun?” he asks, “ ‘hittin’ it pretty hard’?”  

You scowl at him, annoyed that he was trying to divert the attention away from himself, “Josh, I’m serious, you’ve been practicing like… nonstop lately.  I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine baby,” he says, smiling at you, “but it’s cute that you’re all worried.”

You didn’t think it was very “cute”.  Especially once you notice how shaky Josh’s legs are as he stands up.  He wobbles a little at first, and even has to grab onto the edge of his drums for balance.  You watch warily, and open your mouth to make a comment before you’re interrupted by Michael coming on stage, telling the boys they have a radio interview to do.  

Josh kisses you quickly on the lips.  

“I’m fine, please don’t worry,” he says.

You nod hesitantly, “Just make sure you get something to eat before the show, okay?”

He winks at you and nods, walking towards Michael, with Tyler trailing behind.  

“Is he okay?” Jenna asks, joining you as you make your way off the stage.  

“I think so,” you sigh, “just exhausted.  He’s been practicing constantly lately.  He skipped breakfast this morning to come play.  It’s just odd…” you let your voice trail off.  “I noticed he was a little shaky, just now.  It freaked me out a bit.”

Jenna runs her hands through her hair, before reassuring you, “I’m sure he’s fine.  I’ll have Ty make sure he eats before they head out tonight.”

You nod gratefully at Jenna, feeling stupid for being so concerned.  But something about the way he’d been acting lately was off, and you could tell.  You tried to ignore it, you weren’t Josh’s mother, you weren’t in any place to tell him what to do.  On the other hand, you weren’t sure what you’d do if anything ever happened to him.  

The worst part of being on tour is all the waiting around.  Normally, Jenna and you would wander around the venue, checking things out and chatting with the crew.  But today you were both too anxious for Tyler and Josh to be done with their interview, so you find some folding chairs to sit in and just wait.  

About forty minutes later, they find you both.  

“Productive day I see,” Tyler teases as he bends over Jenna and kisses the top of her hair.  She puts her phone away and smiles up at him.

“Hey baby,” Josh coos, doing the same to you.  You close your eyes briefly and grin smugly at his soft face.

“How’d the interview go?” you ask as he pulls another folding chair up beside you.  

“It was fine, same ole’ stuff.”

“Same ole’ stuff?” Tyler says in disbelief at Josh.  “Were we in the same interview?”

Josh chuckles.

“That guy was a nut job! I wish you guys could’ve heard some of the questions he was asking us—“

Tyler goes on to joke about the interview for the next few minutes, until it’s time for them to get all dressed up and ready for the show.  You’re laughing so hard at Tyler’s commentary that you completely forget to ask Josh if he’d eaten anything yet…

You and Jenna watch the show from side stage tonight, the best spot in your opinion.  

You swear the crowd gets louder and louder each night.  Or maybe your ears just get more sensitive.  Either way, as soon as the boys step on stage, Jenna’s story about some elbow pads she bought Tyler, is drowned out by screams.  

After the first song, you notice Josh already grabbing his sweat towel, however it’s not the moisture on his skin that begins to worry you, it’s the way he’s squeezing his eyes open and shut repeatedly, almost like he’s having a hard time concentrating.  

You watch him carefully for a moment.  But the show continues and you try to ease up a bit.  

But there’s something wrong.  Josh’s beat is slightly off during a song.  You watch as Tyler throws you a glance, but they both continue.

“Did you hear that?” you ask Jenna, immediately paranoid.

“What?” she yells so you can hear.

You pierce your lips but decide it’s not worth explaining over the noise.  

At the end of the song, you notice Tyler walking over to Josh.  You watch carefully, trying to read his lips, but it’s impossible once the lights go dark.  He pats him on the back and they chat for a second, before Tyler throws you another quick look.  You try to make eye contact, so that he knows you’re paying attention.  But instead, he just goes back to center stage and continues the show.  

The knot in your stomach only grows bigger when the platform comes out for Josh’s drums.  You bite your lip as you watch Josh drag himself off stage and near the barricade.  You peak your head around the curtain, so that you can watch.  

You practically hold your breath as he balances himself, the crowd holding his hand until he’s able to sit comfortably on his seat and play on top of them.  His back flexes, the muscles tensing and relaxing in various spots as he pounds on his drum.  The crowd is going nuts, grabbing at his ankles and screaming for him.  

You feel infinitely better once his feet are on the solid ground.  

“Your boy did good,” Jenna smiles at you.  You finally peel your eyes off from Josh to respond to her, causing you to miss the way he’s blinking awkwardly again as he walks unsteadily back on stage.  

What you don’t miss is the collective, simultaneous gasp that echoes throughout the arena.  One that makes your head whip around lethally, eyes searching desperately.  You see Tyler shedding the bass from around his neck, and you’re horrified to see that Josh isn’t perched on his stool, where he’s supposed to be.

You don’t hesitate to sprint on stage, even though crowds and attention scares you.  

“Josh!” you cry out, and it’s weird because you can hear yourself shouting his name, and you can hear Jenna calling for help.  The room that was once filled with screams and music, is now hauntingly quiet.  

You gulp hard once you’re kneeling beside Josh.  He’s collapsed on the floor, just shy of his seat, laying face up, eyes closed.

You cup your hands around his head, the skin burning hot.  Tyler quickly unscrews a bottle of water and begins pouring it generously on Josh’s bare skin.  

“Ty, why isn’t he waking up—“ you ask, your voice shaky and scared.

“Jenna’s calling for help, he’s gonna be okay,” Tyler says.  

You feel so useless, just kneeling there, staring at his unconscious body… waiting…

You almost cry out in relief when you see his eyes flutter beneath you.

“Thank goodness,” you exhale sharply, grabbing his hand and pulling it towards your lips to kiss his knuckles.  

Josh looks up at you then Tyler, his face twisted in confusion.  

“What happened—“ he’s asking, just as Jenna’s running on stage followed by a group of crew members.  

“You passed out,” Tyler says, his voice wavering too.  

A couple of medics lean down next to Josh.  They start shining lights in his eyes and getting cool packs to place on his skin.  You can feel your hands trembling as you cling to his.  When you feel him give a reassuring squeeze, you look up to see him staring at you, his eyes filled with fear.  You squeeze back, stroking his skin with your thumb, as if to say ‘I’m not going anywhere’.

As it turns out, Josh’s pulse had gotten dangerously low.  After a few minutes, he had been able to walk shakily with the support of Michael and Tyler, but was further examined backstage.  You sat nearby, listening to everything the medics said.  

“Should he go to an ER?” Tyler asked, he too refused to leave Josh’s side.  

“I think it was just exhaustion,” the medic answers as he unwrap another cool pack.  “Gotta be careful, when you exercise like that, in this heat, that you eat and drink enough…”

You bite your lip, knowing damn well that Josh hadn’t eaten much of anything today.  But you don’t say anything out loud.  Not yet.  

Once everyone’s cleared out, and Josh is instructed to rest, and drink lots of fluids, you make your way back closer to him.

“You gotta be careful, man—“ Tyler says.  “That was seriously scary.”

Josh just nods as he stares down at the floor.  

You narrow your eyes at him, picking up on the fact that something was wrong.  

“Tyler,” you say under your breath, “can you give us a sec?”

Tyler gives Josh one more concerned look before nodding and walking away.

“Babe,” you whisper, gripping his shoulder as you walk up to him, “talk to me, what’s wrong?”

He just shakes his head, refusing to look up.  

“Josh?”

“I can’t do it—“ he says, his voice sounding blubbery and full of agony.  

“Do what?” you ask softly.

“I’m not good enough—“ his shoulder slouch even more, his head hanging low.  You can hear the crack in his voice.

“Josh, what are you talking about?” you whisper.

“I was practicing so much because all I want is to be good enough… but I can’t even do that right—“ he chokes out and your heart breaks on impulse.  

You immediately start shaking your head, and turn so that you’re facing him.  

“Josh— no… no, no, no.  You’re good enough, you have to believe me.”

You lift his head up with your finger delicately, making him look at you.  His eyes are red-rimmed and glossy, with deep bags outlining them.  

“I don’t want to let Tyler down— or the fans.  Or you.  I want to be good enough-“ his voice cracks at the last word.  

“You’re so talented, Josh.  And you work so hard everyday— Why wouldn’t you think you’re good enough?”

He tilts his head back and starts wiping some of the tears that have fallen off from his face.  

“I don’t know… I’ve just been really struggling with that lately— always worried I’m gonna be awful.  I thought if I practiced hard enough, I would be okay.”

“Josh, that’s your anxiety talking, it’s not real.”

He nods slowly.

“You have to take care of yourself baby.  That was so scary tonight—“ it was your turn to start crying.  “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you, so that can’t happen, okay?”

You can hear the tears surfacing in your voice.  Josh must’ve heard it too, because he looks up empathetically at you and opens his arms.  

You straddle his lap awkwardly and wrap your arms around his neck in a giant hug.  You can still feel how shaky his hands are as they caress your back soothingly.  

“I’m sorry,” he whispers after you sniffle again into his shoulder.  “I’m sorry, I’m gonna do better.  I’ll make sure I take care of myself.”

“I just love you so much,” you whisper into his neck.

“I love you too,”  he says back, his hot breath hitting your skin.  

Just then, you’re interrupted by a strange, distant sound.  Like someone chanting.  It’s muffled and the words are unclear, but you pull back and give Josh a funny look.

“Guys,” Tyler calls from down the hall.  He pokes his head around the corner, “You gotta come hear this.”

You get up, helping Josh to his feet and follow Tyler down the hall.  He leads you closer and closer to the stage entrance, and you can hear the chanting becoming more clear.

We love Josh.  We love Josh.  We love Josh.

A portion of the crowd had stuck around, despite the abrupt ending, and had started this chant.  

You watch as Josh’s face perks into a small smile.

He pulls you closer into his side, and you wrap your arms around his middle listening as the chanting continued.

“I told you you were good enough,” you say.

The Labyrinth Chapter 12

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU
Pairing: Reader/Jimin
Length: 2.4k
Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer || Chapter 13

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

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Promise - Jakob Chychrun

Requested by Anon: Hey! Can I request a Jakob chychrun where your really short, and he like makes fun of you for it, and his hands are really big compared to yous, just some fluff?

Word Count: 1187
Team: Arizona Coyotes
Warnings: Is overwhelming cuteness a warning? Probs not but like, it’s coming!

Sorry this took so long! I got super sick like I said last time and couldn’t do anything and then I lost motivation but now I am procrastinating on homework so I am motivated again lol okay hope you enjoy! (Also this gif is uber cute like Jakob is okay bye).

“Stop! We both know you’re faster than me!” you squealed as you tried to skate away from Jakob, but his long strides always caught up to you. “It’s not fair!”

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Take Care Of You

Originally posted by vaniwin

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^

Warnings: Smut, swears, and fluff

Rating: Explicit

A/N: WWWWHHHAAAA!?!?! I have actually uploaded an imagine!? I have had this written for a long time now and I just never finished it, but I have now so I hope you guys like it! I’m combining two different requests from anons: “Seth Rollins smut where you broke 2 of your ribs in a match but it’s slowly healing.. But he’s really scared during sex incase he hurts you.. Please make it long and fluffy :( Pllllllease and thank you” and “Reader friends Charlotte and Dana stab her in the back in the ring (she didn’t knew about the change in the storyline) after that her whole body hurts and she feels horrible so she hide in one of the many empty rooms in the stadium and start crying, Seth hear her and try to give her comfort and somehow convince her to let him check if there anything broken in her body, Seth is so skilled with his words and hands that everything turn in smut”

The chair shot came from nowhere. It hit your skin so hard that it echoed throughout the arena, a sickening sound that made the people in the front row wince. You fell to your knees, dazed and in pain, gasping for air. Another hit and your body dropped to the mat. You could hear Charlotte yelling about how she was so superior to you, Dana laughing. Then you felt Dana kick you in the ribs, making you roll out of the ring. She picked you up and flung you into the steps. You felt something crack. Tears flooded your eyes and you dropped to the ground in a crumpled heap.

This wasn’t how it was suppose to happen. It was suppose to be a slap from Charlotte that would end your on screen alliance, not…this. You saw their boots turn and leave, Charlotte ‘woo’ing as she went. Their music blasted through the arena and trainers rushed to you. “Are you alright y/n?” You couldn’t answer so they helped you up the ramp, your arms slung over their shoulders. The moment you got back stage you shook them off, saying that you just needed ice and that was it. They did everything they could but you refused any help, too hurt emotionally and in too much pain to think clearly. Reluctantly, they handed you ice packs and let you walk away.

“Hey y/n!” It was her. You felt anger wash over you as you turned on Charlotte, your best friend. Before she could even get any words out, you completely exploded.

“What the fuck was that!? Why the fuck did you not tell me there was a change!? What kind of fucking stupid ass idea is that!?” She looked like you just slapped her, and you took so much satisfaction in that. “You know what, go fuck yourself Charlotte!” With that you turned and stomped off. She didn’t try to stop you, just mumbled something angrily under her breath. You had absolutely no idea why you refused medical attention or even where you were going. The sound of the crowd died away and you suddenly felt so alone, so isolated. Tears were falling from your eyes, completely obscuring your vision, so you opened the nearest door and locked yourself inside.

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I LOVE YOU // MASTERLIST // REQUESTS CLOSED


Request: Kylo AU where he’s a boxer and reader is his bf and is always there to support him but one day he gets injured so she gets worried (the fight is post-poned till he gets better) and Kylo promises reader he’ll win the match for her and after he wins she smiles and congratulates him but he kisses her and confesses his love for her

A/N: This is so different and I love different, I don’t there’s ever been a boxer!kylo au? (at least not that I’m aware of) so thank you for this! Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.2K+

Warning: None (just mentions of injuries, not too detailed)


Nothing but the sound of the crowd surrounding you roared in your ears. The audience chanting, throwing their fists up while others clapped, echoing throughout the small arena. Then there was you, sitting in one of the front seats, eyes fixated on the pale man with hair as dark as night. You could feel it in your chest–aside from the rumbling of the people around you–the anticipation.

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