i just got home from rehearsal

Keep on Living (chapter 3) Lin Manuel x Reader

Part 3 is finally here and features a Very Angry Lin as requested, thanks to everyone for reading my very first Lin fic.  Part 4 will be up super soon!

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Summary: Your boyfriend is an abusive asshole and you’ve been trying to hide it from Lin and everyone else. After turning up to the Richard Rogers where you work with a black eye and bruised wrists you tell Pippa that you’ve been mugged, but you get the feeling that Lin seems to know what really happened. Lin gets over-protective and you end up feeling really confused. On a night out with with the girls you drunkenly admit to Pippa that you think Lin is cute, and Jasmine records a video messaged standing up to your unknown attacker.

(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)

Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count - 2226

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When you turn your phone on that morning it practically explodes in a flurry of messages.

Jasmine: Hey girl, I heard you called in sick today. Are you still really hungover?

Pippa: Are you ok? I heard you’re sick. Don’t worry, nobody has mentioned the video. Hope you feel better soon xxx

Lin: Apparently you aren’t coming in today so I don’t get to see you? AWFUL! Feel better, we all miss you. I hope you’re ok X

Lin: Dr Miranda prescribes hot sweet tea, a blanket fort, and The Little Mermaid. Take care of yourself please xxx

Lin: If you need anything let me know. I’m gonna be near your apartment today and I can bring round supplies.

Lin: Hey I’m on your block, do you need anything?

Lin: Are you ok? I don’t think you’re ok.

You throw your phone down on the bed. It’s the first time you’ve switched it on in 48 hours since you called Alex and told him you weren’t well enough to come to work. You’re honestly amazed that you still have friends with how anti-social you are being at the moment, but you haven’t been able to face anyone.

You’re surprised that none of Lin’s messages comment on the video Jasmine put on twitter a few nights ago. A video of you drunkenly admitting he was cute, but you’re thankful that he’s choosing to ignore that. Or maybe he never even saw the full video since Pippa took it down straight away.

You head into the theater that morning, grateful that the bruising on your face from last week is now fading. You draw less attention as you walk down the halls now. Lying about a fake mugging had made you feel so uneasy and you were relieved that you could make it to the office you shared with Alex without having to stop and talk about it.

“Hey Y/N , we didn’t expect to see you today!” Alex called cheerfully as you headed into the office. Lin was sitting on the beat up sofa, his laptop in front of him. He jumped up from the sofa, seeming surprised by your presence.

“You’re alive!” He grinned coming over to meet you. He hesitated for second, and there was a moment of awkwardness before he smiled and pulled you into a hug. “We missed you” He said, giving you a squeeze and you held your breath.

“Yeah, I can see!” You said dumping your bag down on the desk and eyeing the pile of paperwork awaiting your attention. “Aww Alex, you shouldn’t have!”

“Oops, yeah sorry about that.” Alex said as he quickly cleared another pile of papers from your chair for you to sit on. “We’ve got 8 new chorus members starting rehearsals on Monday and so the paperwork is sorta piling up.”

“Nah it’s fine” You shrugged, “I’m honestly just so happy to be back, I was getting cabin fever cooped up at home, it was driving me crazy.”

“Oh so that’s why you were ignoring my messages then?” Lin teased.

“Oh, god I’m sorry, I had my phone switched off, I was too sick to focus on a screen.” You were so used to lying now, you were surprised at how naturally it came to you.

“I dropped round a couple of times to see you. Mark said you didn’t want any visitors but I thought I’d keep trying.” Lin’s eyes darkened slightly and he looked at you as though he was trying to figure something out.

“Oh sorry, um yeah, I guess I must have been really out of it. I’m sorry” You once again found yourself unable to make eye contact with him as you deflected his concern. “You didn’t miss much much tho, just a sweatier sicklier me drowning in a sea of tissues and cough syrup, you dodged a bullet there.” You grinned weakly.

Lin’s eyes softened as he accepted your lie and he clapped his hands, snapping you out of the awkwardness.

“Well! Since you’ve been ignoring me, Me and Lac have been hatching a plan for Ham 4 Ham today. You in?”

Alex chuckled to himself “Don’t say yes to anything until he’s told you his plans.” He gathered his folders from his desk and headed out, leaving you alone with an over excited Lin.

“Ignore him.” Lin grinned, “You’re gonna love this. Or maybe you’ll hate this, I don’t know.”

You rolled your eyes and prepared for the worst. Your afternoons were often filled with vetting Lin’s ideas for new Ham4Ham shows. Some of which were brilliant, some of which were not, and thankfully between you and Alex, you could try and steer Lin in the right direction.

“Ok, so how well do you know Backstreet Boys?”

You laughed so hard you actually snorted. You held your hand up to your mouth, still laughing. “I’m sorry, that was NOT what I was expecting you to say at all”

Lin raised his eyebrows in mock indignation. “ I would NEVER joke about the Backstreet Boys” he exclaimed.

Lin went on to explain his idea for staging a performance of Backstreet’s Back complete with choreography for this afternoon’s Ham4Ham.

“Look, if you need me to show you the moves then all you had to do is ask” you laughed

“Ha! You know I love the fact that you spent all of senior year practicing Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation in your bedroom, I’m not doubting your skills, but we had a run through yesterday and I think we’re gonna be ok.” He chided while biting his lip.

The fact that he’d remembered your high school Janet Jackson obsession made you beam. It was something you’d geekily admitted on your very first day in rehearsals with him. Why? Because being around Lin brought out embarrassing admissions of your geeky obsessions, and he never mocked. His eyes had grown big and his face lit up in excitement and and he’d waved his arms in the air exclaiming “Me too!”. And from that moment onwards you knew you were in the right place. The fact that he’d remembered this little detail strangely gave you butterflies and you smiled to yourself.

You held your hands up “Ok ok, so you don’t need my dancing skills then.”

“No but we do need some accompaniment” Lin smiled.

“Fine!” You said, secretly happy to have something more fun to work on than the piles of paperwork Alex had left for you.

“I’ll get the melodica, hey give me a hand will you?”

You gestured up to a crate on the top of the bookshelves in your office marked ‘Ham4Ham gear.’ The crate was full of toy musical instruments, a set of megaphones, props, and some bits of costumes. It had become more of a lost and found box of novelty items which Lin and Alex added to weekly, as each Ham4Ham got more adventurous and silly.

You pulled over a chair to stand on which wobbled. Lin grabbed the chair to hold it in place as you climbed up.

“Shit!”

The chair immediately swayed and Lin put his other hand out holding your waist to stop you falling off. You gasped, not expecting his hands, you flinched slightly and wondered if Lin had noticed.

“You ok?”

“Yeah,thanks. Sorry this chair is a piece of shit” you laughed nervously. You noticed his hand remained on your waist. Your skin tingled and you swallowed nervously.

You stretched out your arm trying to grab the crate which was just out of reach when Lin yelled “Fuck!”.

Lin’s hands had disappeared from your waist and you looked down at him, his eyes were wild, and he stepped back from the chair. He was staring at you. Staring at your waist. You looked down and noticed your shirt had ridden up above your stomach as you’d reached up. You quickly pulled down your shirt and stepped down from the chair. It was too late. He’d seen it.

“Fuck!” Lin said, this time in a whisper.

You looked at the floor. You couldn’t look at him. No, no, no. Not now. 

“Show me.” Lin said, breathlessly. He was still staring at your waist.

“Lin, please, I can’t.” You shook your head in a panic.

He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth tensed. “Show me” He commanded.

You gulped, it’s like you had forgotten how to breathe. His eyes never left yours and there was nothing left for you to do but show him.

Slowly you reached down, grabbing the corner of your shirt, nervously pulling it up to reveal your stomach and looking away. Lin gasped, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

Your stomach was blue and purple. An enormous bruise covered your belly, your waist and stretched round to your back. The bruise on your face from the previous week had faded, this was brand new, shiny, and dark.

You forced yourself to look at Lin who was still studying your skin in shock, you felt naked and exposed and you pulled your shirt down. Lin still stared at your waist through your clothes, unable to look away. Wispy strands of hair had fallen loose from his pontytail and hung in his eyes, you noticed his arms were locked by his side, his hands gripped tightly into fists.

“It wasn’t a mugging was it?” He said quietly

You shook your head, tears in your eyes and you tried to hold yourself together. You’d been trying not to fall apart all week, but you could feel yourself on the verge of unravelling.

“Who did this?” Lin asked, his mouth open in shock, his eyes set in anger, He already knew.

“I can’t.. Please I can’t do this now.”

“Who did this?” He asked again, his face darkened like thunder.

You couldn’t speak. You could barely breathe. You reached out to hold the chair to steady yourself.

“It was Mark wasn’t it?” Lin’s voice cracked.

You swallowed hard and closed your eyes. You nodded your head and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Fuck.” Lin whispered.

“Lin I’m sorry, I couldn’t.. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. I’m sorry…”

Lin cut you off, he started shaking his head, pushing back his hair into his messy ponytail with both hands. His eyes were wild and he began muttering under his breath, violently spitting out a rapid mixture of English and Spanish, the hatred and anger flashing across his face.

“Fuck. Fucking motherfucker! No I’m gonna kill him…Hijo de puta…Mark es un maldito cabron…I fucking knew it!…Voy a matarlo… Hijo de la gran puta… Es una mierda!”

“Lin, please!” You begged, biting back tears and trying not to lose it.

Your voice brought him back and he stopped to look at you. He saw the panic in your face and the tears you’d tried so hard to keep in now falling freely down your cheeks and he took a breath.

“I’m sorry” He said shaking his head, his eyes softened realizing how scared you looked. “I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you, placing his hand gently on the back of your head and you finally allowed yourself to fall apart. Your face pressed into his shoulder and you sobbed, and you felt like you wouldn’t stop. He stroked your hair, holding you together.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, que sepas que estoy aquí “ he said in a soft soothing voice. It was a while before you could breathe. You steadied yourself and pulled away, embarrassed by the damp patch you’d left on his hoodie. You reached out for the chair to sit down while Lin grabbed you a box of tissues from the desk.

“You knew didn’t you?” You asked after a deep breath.

Lin puffed his cheeks and sighed while shaking his head.

“I don’t know… I thought I knew. I mean, I didn’t want to believe it. I just knew something was wrong. I knew there was more to the mugging but I didn’t know what, and I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.”

“He told me nobody would believe me if I tried to tell anyone what he’d done. He said I deserved it. He said…” Your voice broke, you weren’t ready to go into detail yet.

Lin knelt down in front of you, placing one hand over yours, and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears as he spoke.

“You did not deserve this. I believe you.” He spoke slowly and gently. There was still a rage behind his eyes, but his voice was calm and soothing. You stared blankly at him. You didn’t have words. You smiled faintly and nodded.

“All this because of that stupid video” You muttered.

Lin looked at you puzzled.

“Jasmine uploaded this dumb video of us from the other night. We were drunk. In the video she basically recorded this big fuck you message to whoever attacked me. Mark said we were laughing at him, that we humiliated him and…”

You trailed off, leaving out the part where Mark had also seen you drunkenly admit on camera that you thought Lin was cute. How he’d called you a slut and a whore that evening, how he’d told you this was your punishment.

Lin begain muttering under his breath in Spanish again “…Hijo de puta” His face hardened and he shook his head, clutching your hand tighter.

“You did not deserve this.” He repeated, his voice firm and his eyes darkened.

You nodded silently and he gently traced small circles with his thumb across your hands.

You sniffed and wiped your eyes, breathing deep and trying to focus.

“Alex is gonna be back soon, I’ve got to get it together.”

You stood up and flattened down your hair. You needed to slip back into the role of someone who has their shit together. Even if it was just for a day.

“Y/N I don’t think you should be at work, this is too much.”

“No this is exactly what I need right now, I need to keep busy, I need to work, I need to not think about this for a day.”

Lin sighed, scraping back more strands of hair from his face. “Ok. But we haven’t finished talking about this yet, and you aren’t going home tonight.”

Panic flashed in your eyes. “If I don’t go home tonight he’ll know something is wrong. He’ll kill me! I think he’ll actually kill me.” Your voice sounded small, you barely recognized yourself.

“No.” He said with a resigned look in his eyes. “You’re coming home with me tonight. You are safe. He’s not coming near you again. I promise.”

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Part 4 is coming soon here! and then I’m gonna write some smut, I swear!

Jackson scenario - That’s not my name

Originally posted by ughjacksonwang

requested by @xxrissixx

genre: fluff/smut

Summary: we all know Jackson can be a bit too clingy, but he draws the line when you forget what his place is in the bedroom.

warnings: slightly rough, fingering, sex toys, language

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today is a sad day in my orchestra

I would post this on FB but… honestly, I need the anonymity tonight.

last night, one of our violins died in a car accident. I’m still finding it difficult to believe - she’s barely a year older than me, she’s still young and vibrant and has a whole life ahead of her. well, she did, anyways.

i wasn’t super close with her, but it still hurts. orchestra is like a family, especially a small one like we’ve got going here. there are only about 20 of us in the strings to begin with… just someone missing a rehearsal is keenly felt, but now we’ve truly lost someone. 

she was a great violinist, and a really great friend. even though we weren’t close, she always made it a point to say hello to me - to everyone. i’m going to miss her so much, we all will.

the next time you’re on your way to rehearsal, or on your way home from it, please take a moment and think about her, okay? Just a moment. because we are a small orchestra at a small school in a small community, and every well-wish directed our way is felt, i promise you that. 

so, here’s to you, my friend. I hope you’ve got all the art supplies and lovely music you could ever want in the afterlife. you deserve every bit of it.

anonymous asked:

How would RFA + Saeran react to MC coming home late and she wasn't able to text them (maybe he phone died idk) and she accidentally scared them because she had a face full of stage make up because she's a professional ballet dancer? Maybe she was understudying a role and the dancer she was understudying got injured last minute?

Hope you like it! ^^

MC coming home very late and with odd make up

Zen

  • He was pretty late himself for the little dinner you two were planning
  • He spent all the way from rehearsal to his house working on a proper apology “Maybe if I just smile and call her ‘babe’, she’ll forgive me…”
  • “Hey, babe! You look lovely ton…” he came in saying this out loud, but stopped when he noticed you weren’t there.
  • Of course he got desperate when you weren’t picking up your phone, all the thoughts about that guy in Rika’s apartment taking over his head. No… this wasn’t happening! He knew he should never leave you alone again…
  • He made a big fuss in the messenger, Seven was looking for you while Jumin was already giving instructions to his bodyguards and preparing the chopper.
  • You came home exhausted, it’s been a while since you actually replace someone in a performance… you never even wanted to wipe off the make up in the theatre.
  • Well, dinner was ruined, you just hoped Zen didn’t wait for you woke up… well, of course he did, your phone died and you couldn’t even text him, he must be worried as shit.
  • “MC? WHERE WERE YOU? ARE YOU HURT? DID YOU GET A CHANCE TO KNOW HIS NAME? WHAT HAVE HE DONE TO YOU? DID HE DO THIS TO YOUR FACE? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, BY THE WAY?” okay, you knew he was worried, but not on this level.
  • You explained everything to him and you could see him trying to hide in embarrassment from all his thoughts, it got even worse when he had to call Seven and Jumin.
  • When everything was clear, you two laughed and he helped you wiping off the makeup. “Make sure to have your phone charged and give a me heads up when you perform, I’ll take the day off to watch you.”

Yoosung

  • He may have lost track of time a little when he buried his mind in the studies.
  • But he was pretty sure you were kinda late by now…oh! Look at the time, you’re really late!
  • He looked for his phone (he got that little habit from you of putting his phone as far as he could so he wouldn’t get distracted) to check on you, no texts or calls for you and no answer when he texted and called.
  • Well… shit!
  • “Heeeyyy, did anybody heard from MC?” he tried to don’t come off as terrified as he was in the messenger. “You tell me. Aren’t you her boyfriend, dude?” Zen asked, well, his bitterness was useless as always…
  • Okay, this poor thing was getting ready to go after you that late in the night. He could have called Seven, but he wanted to do this alone (Zen’s words got him more that he would matter to admit…)
  • He opened the door, only to find you trying to get the right key in the lock, you both yelped, scared.
  • “Yoosung, what are you doing woke this late?” “MC, what happened to you?” you were both staring at each other as you two were criminals getting caught.
  • You explained everything about being called last minute when you just put your phone to recharge and that make up being part of the number.
  • He sighed in relief: “I was about to go look for you, MC!” “Really? How brave of you! You deserve a prize after I take this off.” He got so excited he wouldn’t really mind the makeup…

Jaehee

  • You were at the café working when you got the call
  • Of course she didn’t oppose to you leaving sooner and going to the theatre, though she really wanted to go with you and watch you, but she needed to stay at the café
  • So she closed the café and decided to proceed on a little paperwork, usually you work on this so she doesn’t have bad memories of her days at C & R.
  • And she wanted to help you with this so you wouldn’t get worried after the long day you were probably having, but she remembered how boring this was, and ended up sleeping.
  • She woke up with the sound of the café door being open… A burglar? Not on her watch!
  • It was dark, she just saw this weird figure and used her judo skills to give this person a ippon.
  • “Ouch, Jaehee! Are you that mad with me for being late?” oh no… this voice… she promptly run to find the light switch and find you on the floor.
  • “MC, I’m so sorry! I… I… what happened to your face?” you didn’t fall with your face on the floor, she was pretty sure…
  • She was still worried, she completely forgot that she couldn’t really have hurt you bad with just a simple ippon…not that you tried to calm her down, you were just happy she was hugging you this much…

Jumin

  • He got home after a business trip longing to find you and Elizabeth the 3rd
  • Only the cat was there. He was happy to see her, but he would be happier if you were here… where could you be?
  • He tried to get a hold of you, nothing. He asked the bodyguards and when they told where you were, he managed to calm down a little, but still… it was very late…
  • How would you come back home? He already dismissed Driver Kim’s services for the night.
  • Should he drive himself? He was willing to, if that meant you would be safe… but you wouldn’t be safe with him driving, that’s a paradox!
  • He listened to the door being open and saw Elizabeth tensing up, what was she seeing?
  • He activated the security system, a loud alarm went off, but there was another sound… he knew this voice…
  • He went to the living room, finding very confused bodyguard staring at you painted face. What were they supposed to do? Was this a fashion emergency?
  • “Jumin, what’s going on?” “You tell me, MC. I was worried wondering how you would come home…” “And what setting the alarm has to do with this?” the bodyguards were thinking the same, though none of them would ever dare to say something.
  • When everything was solved, you two were cuddling when you noticed his back and shoulders all tense, yours were pretty sore too. “Scratch my back if I scratch yours?” you asked playfully rubbing his shoulders in an attempt of massage, he smirked at you and you knew what that meant, he had another way to relax in mind…

Saeyoung

  • He spent the whole afternoon locked in his office and completely lost track of time.
  • He was hungry for food and for your company, he found a little bento box in the fridge, but couldn’t find you.
  • That was weird. And when he realized it was very late, he got worried.
  • He tracked your phone, it was a little harder since it was turn off, but nothing that complicated.
  • Apparently, you were on your way home. Thank God! He needed to take a shower and look presentable to you…
  • He was taking his clothes off when he heard the front door being open. You? No, according to GPS, you were still a little far, you couldn’t be here this fast… an intruder!?
  • He turned the lights off to face you with this weird make up on. He couldn’t help yelping in scare, pointing the taser gun at you.
  • “Saeyoung! Calm down! It’s me!” you said raising your arms like you were surrendering.
  • “M-MC? How did you get here that fast?” “One of my friends gave me a ride. Did you really think I was going to come here by foot?” well, he didn’t think much, he just missed you and wanted o look and smell good to you, and… oh shit! Now you both notice he has just his boxer briefs on…
  • “My eyes are up here, MC.” He teases you, and you smirk. “Were you about to take a shower? Maybe we can take one together and you can help me wipe this off and…” he didn’t even let you finish, he threw his underwear at you and ran to the bathroom, telling you to hurry~

Saeran

  • He was starting to get annoyed, where the hell were you?
  • How long do these things last? Did you really have to work this late? Ugh… he hated being worried like this, but he couldn’t help it.
  • And when he tracked you and realized your phone was dead… ugh! Would he really have to scold you for being that irresponsible? He didn’t want to pick up a fight, but you were impossible sometimes!
  • He slept in the couch waiting for you, being this annoyed was very tiring sometimes…
  • You came in and noticed him, your heart fluttered… he looked so adorable and peaceful. Would he wake up if you gave him a little smooch?
  • He woke up with this hideous face very close to his and pulled you away, scared.
  • “Saeran? It’s me! What’s wrong?” oh… this voice… shit! He was ready to punch this weird figure, could he imagine if he ever hurt you like this?
  • “I have to ask you the same! What were you doing? And… what happened to your face? Have you lost a bet or some shit like this?” he tried to hold back a laugh, but it was impossible. You rolled your eyes and chuckled a little.
  • “I didn’t want to wake you up, but you looked so cute, I wanted to kiss you. I’m sorry…” now his heart was fluttering, you were the cute one here, for fuck’s sake.
  • “Well, take that thing off and you can do much more than kiss me. Hurry, I’m waiting.” He said, heading to the bedroom
EVERY SINGLE STAR

pairing: lin x reader

warnings: upset reader ?? idk mention of anthony almost killing himself but dw not literally

words: 589

summary: “i was wondering if maybe you could write an imagine where the reader is dating Lin but she doubts herself and doesn’t really know where she belongs in life and Lin sorta reassures her that everything will work out?”

notes: i wrote this five minutes ago so like idk what mess this is !! anyways, i’m sorry this is short and also i’ve been kinda mia bc i’m starting school this monday so ive been really busy yikes


You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The person who was staring back at you wasn’t you at all. How did you manage to end up like that? Puffy eyes, mascara stains over your cheeks, and really messy hair. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“Babe, I’m home!” Lin’s voice called from the front door. You let a shaky breath out and went to wash your face so he wouldn’t ask questions. “Babe?”

“Hi.” You smiled at him. “How was work today?”

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Moonwalk tapes
Michael Jackson
Moonwalk tapes

Michael Jackson talking to the first editor of Moonwalk about his father, 1984-1985

MJ: “I mean, the natural instinct of show business was inside of us anyway, ’cause it was something that God gives you. But [Joe] taught us how to cultivate it. He’d sit there everyday, it was like after school we’d come home and we’d rehearse and he’d sit in a chair like this, usually with a belt in his hand or a switch.”
SD: “Jeeze, wow.”
MJ: “He would. He’d be sitting there and we’d do our performance and if you messed up you’d get hit. The person who got it all the time was Marlon. Ugh. See, I got it outside from show business, I was beat more than any of the children.”
SD: “You mean for pranks and stuff?”
MJ: “No… just… probably just for being… I used to throw back at him, hit back at him. When he’d get me… I would get beat bad. To the point where I would say abused… Please don’t write that.”

On my way home from rehearsal last night, I got a phone call from the director telling me that I was cut from the musical I was cast as the lead in… six weeks into the rehearsal process. No warning, flimsy excuses. My head is reeling and my heart is completely broken. My tumblr family (aka YOU GUYS) has been amazing ( @stageandhistory is a national treasure and should be protected at all cost), as have my theater support team, but I’m still trying to wrap my brain around what on earth just happened.

I might be a little distant for a bit. I’m still here and once I pick myself back up, you can expect some new chapters for @achildofthestones, @pearlsplaidspistols, the Sound of Music AUs, and MORE… @gotham-ruaidh is helping me brainstorm something fun that you aren’t going to want to miss.

Originally posted by enjoy-the-life-baby

EXO react when you catch them crying and they lie about why

 I wrote these in a range of angst, some are slightly crack - I hope that’s okay! 


Sehun: *the two of you were sprawled on the couch, fitting like a jigsaw together and had been binge watching a TV show all day. In the process, Sehun had grown very attached to a certain character but in one episode that character died a very dramatic death. Sehun was extremely quiet after that and when you glanced over at him you saw his eyes glistening and tears threatening to spill. You teased him unrelentingly after that and though he  denied it and made excuse after excuse he realised even he couldn’t sass his way out of this one. His face was priceless, he was wide eyed and shocked when you assured him there’s going to be many more deaths after this if the books were anything to go by*


“This is not the day you saw Oh Sehun crying, this is the day Oh Sehun had something in his eye”


Kai: *a while back when he was in the practise room he fell during a rehearsal and he’d broken his leg and fractured his wrist. Although the injuries would heal, it happened at the worst moment - just before promotional events for the comeback. That meant he couldn’t perform stages and had to hobble around on crutches during interviews. He tried to seem happy and optimistic he felt so guilty since he couldn’t perform with the others; even though it was an accident he blamed himself for it. It had only been a couple of weeks since, but already he was fed up of waiting to heal, he was desperate to dance on stage with the others. When he was alone he couldn’t stop himself from crying, quietly at first until the tears turned into loud sobs. But one time you arrived home earlier than he expected to surprise him, but instead you received the surprise when you saw him crying into the pillow on the bed. When you rushed over to him and comforted him, asking him what was wrong, he played it off that it hurt to move since he didn’t want you to worry about him more than you already were*


Tao: *a little argument had soon turned into a huge one which resulted in you storming out of the house and staying over your friend’s that night. He expected you back after an hour or so though, and when he woke up after a restless sleep and you still weren’t home, he panicked and realised that he must have really upset you. He started thinking you’d broken up when it got to mid-afternoon and he still hadn’t heard from you - no calls, no texts, let alone a reappearance back home. The thought that he could have lost you because of some dumb argument that started from nothing was eating away at his mind, and after he called you for the eight time with no answer he cried, distraught and irrationally convinced he was never going to see you again. You arrived back home soon after this, feeling guilty after ignoring him all day but wanting to make it up with him and when you walked in on him crying you started crying with him! He didn’t provide you with any explanation when you asked he just clung onto you like a koala*


D.O: *it had been a bad day at work, his manager didn’t approve of the two of you dating and it broke his heart to even think about the worst case scenario - a forced breakup. Of course, even if it did come to that he wouldn’t really leave you, he loves you too much. Once he got back to the dorm with the boys and you came round with food for all of them, he kept looking over at you and imagining what it would be like to never see you again he emo like me. He could feel the burning behind his eyes and hurriedly excused himself and shut himself in the bathroom, letting the tears spill over in silent sobs. He heard knocks on the door after a few minutes but despite telling whoever was there to “piss off” the door opened anyway. He felt arms wrap around him from behind and heard your voice whispering in his ear, asking what’s wrong. Taking deep breaths he eventually replied, and he didn’t exactly lie but he didn’t tell the full truth either - not wanting to worry you when it wasn’t necessary*


“It was just…a bad day”


Chanyeol: *was frustrated that all the music he was writing lately seemed to be no good, not even worthy of saving to develop later. It seemed like a stupid reason to cry, he knew that, but he’d also been trying to write something somewhat good for days but nothing had come of it. After the fifth time trying to get the chords right he tossed his laptop to the side and curled up on the bed in a ball. He didn’t properly realise he was crying until he felt your hand on his shoulder and your soft voice asking him what’s wrong. As you pulled him into your arms, the tears were still flowing but the gulping sobs ceased since your sudden appearance had shocked him silent. He didn’t know how to explain his tears, and stuttered his way through the story of the sad K-drama he’d supposedly watched, as he didn’t want you to know the pathetic truth*


Chen: *he regretted yelling at his manager as soon as the words left his mouth, but it was too late to take them back. It had ended with him storming out, shouting about leaving the company in a fit of rage before stalking home. But by the time he got to the front door of the dorm his anger had washed away and he suddenly realised how stupid he had been. He could have jeopardised his career just for the sake of being stubborn and not wanting to admit he was wrong. He slumped onto his bed with his face into the pillow and muffled his tears into the sheets, at a loss of what to do. After a while he heard the front door open and quickly wiped his eyes, and gasped when you walked into his room. As much as he wanted to tell you what was wrong, he wanted to fix his own problems without bothering you, and so instead denied anything was wrong, insisting you were seeing things when you pointed out his red eyes and the damp circle on the pillow*

why is his face orange is he donald trump


Baekhyun: *he arrived back at the dorm after a date with you, in high spirits until he saw the stern look on all the members’ faces. They then all reminded him that he’d missed the second rehearsal that week, the fourth that month, because he’d been with you, and that it would be nice if he would deign to show up to the studio once in a while. Even though he knew he was in the wrong and as guilty as he felt for forgetting again, he was indignant and defensive and eventually he marched off to his room like an angry teenager. Troubled, he called you to see if you could come over even though he’d just seen you, and tears spilled down his face. When you asked if he was crying since his voice sounded funny and strained, he made up a cold he was supposedly catching, knowing you’d most likely be angry if you discovered he’d ditched practise to be with you*


Lay: *with both your busy work schedules, seeing you was becoming more and more difficult over the past few weeks. He’d gotten home after a hectic day, collapsed on the bed and cried into the pillow until he was full-out sobbing. Still whimpering, he eventually sat up and looked along your dresser, picking up things here and there and smiling as he thought of you, until he felt your presence in the doorway. He turned around and, his cheeks hinting red, he played with your makeup brush on his face as if it was perfectly normal to do so when you’re crying. Seeing the wet paths on his face, you dropped your stuff and ran over to him, asking him why he was crying as you took him into your arms. Finally seeing you was overwhelming and the tears threatened to spill again, and he couldn’t explain himself - but silently you felt like you knew why he was crying and felt the same*


Suho: *being on tour meant not seeing you for so long and after over a month of texting and brief phone/Skype calls he’d reached his limit. Backstage after the end of one EXO’s many performances when the rest of the boys were elsewhere he let himself cry and let himself miss you. When he heard a knock at the door he couldn’t stall the visitor long enough to hide his red eyes and instead he stood agape as he saw you open the door smiling. Your smile soon dropped when you saw he’d been crying and you rushed over to him, but all you got out of him was stutters and gibberish as he hugged you back tightly*


“Y/N! I-i..wait what are you…I don’t…w-what are you doing here?”

Originally posted by kjsxho


Kris:
*with so many projects he was working on recently, and the release of his new movie Sweet Sixteen, he was crazy busy and rarely at home for long; he could barely remember the last date he’d taken you on. Eventually you’d had enough of barely seeing him, and the two of you argued until he stormed out of the apartment. Barely ten minutes later he was knocking on the door, having forgotten his key in his rage, calling through to you and apologising. You were still upset though, and shouted through to him that perhaps he’d rather be filming anew movie than see you. He sat on the front steps and although he tried desperately not to he couldn’t help but cry, feeling so guilty that he’d been neglecting you for something as mundane as his career. When you came out and sat down next to him on the steps silently, he joked off the tears and acted like nothing was wrong – although it was obvious why he was crying*


Luhan: *when you arrived at the dorm in high spirits you could see he’d had little to no sleep, and his eyes were blotchy and red. He told you probably because he just woke up and it was nothing, but he knew it was far more than that. He knew about the other person he was with every Thursday night, when you thought he was at rehearsal. His conscience finally got through to him and to what he’d done, and he knew that he’d have to confess to you one day - but he couldn’t bring himself to do it today, not when you seemed so happy*


“I just…didn’t sleep well last night, that’s all”

Originally posted by jonnasexoticworld

I’m not saying lu is a cheater okay just go with it for this reaction


Xiumin: *when he got home and heard you crying from the living room he ran in to see you with cuts and bruises on your arms. You told him through short gasps of air that saesang fans had attacked you, and he was angrier than you’d ever seen him. How dare they hurt you? What kind of fans were they? He held you close and buried himself in your hair letting you cry, but when you pulled away you saw his eyes were damp too. You pointed it out but he brushed it off, since it wasn’t his main concern at the moment and all he had on his mind was protecting you from something like this happening again*



Sorry I haven’t uploaded in a while, I’m still getting through requests. Also I’m away until Tuesday so I won’t have access to my computer. But since I’ve just broken up from school yesterday and am now on summer break, I’ll be uploading a lot more than I have been in the next few weeks!


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Habits of My Heart

Hey Guys! I’ve been inspired to write a little James and Sharna fanfic after reading some amazing ones! I hope you guys enjoy because I rarely ever share my writing. Anyway, I’ll be tagging the first few chapters, but later on I know I’m gonna get lazy! Let me know what you think!


Chapter 1.

It’d been a long day of rehearsals and, well, damage control for the whole ordeal she decided to coin, “hand-gate.” As if the rumors of their non-existent relationship wasn’t enough to deal with; now, the press had something to feast on and, to her dismay, mention in every interview they did.

She fell onto her couch and laid her head back, aimlessly petting Duke, who had decided that she needed a little cheering up from all the chaos. Lost in her thoughts, she decided to come up with a set of answers for her partner to regurgitate to the press because who was she kidding? Growing up on a ranch, he wasn’t used to being in the spotlight and, even though the incident was an honest mistake, would inadvertently make matters worse if she didn’t give him somewhat of a guideline on what to say to interviewers.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing, and she was this close to simply hitting decline until she saw the name on the caller ID. It was 11:30, not that she was remotely close to going to sleep, but it still took her by surprise that he’d be calling her at all, given his busy schedule. “James?”

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Fic: Here With You

~730 words of indulgent cuddle-centric fluff. G. Inspired by Jim and the Povolos’ “Holding You.”

When the buzzing and ringing of his phone alarm finally become impossible to sleep through, Kurt had to restrain himself from just flinging his phone out the window in annoyance.

“It should be illegal to have to get up this early,” he muttered, reaching out to silence his phone before it could wake Blaine, who was spooned up behind him like a koala bear.

“I’m sorry,” Blaine said, voice crackly with sleep. He nuzzled into the back of Kurt’s neck for a moment before pressing a fleeting kiss into his hairline.

“Shhh, honey. Go back to sleep,” Kurt said, turning to face Blaine and run a gentle hand through his hair. “I’m the only one of us who has to be to work early.”

“Wanna enjoy some time with you,” Blaine said, rubbing his eyes for a moment. Once he finished, he wrapped his arms back around Kurt’s waist. “We’re going to be so busy today that this might be my only chance until we get back to bed later tonight.”

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I had a dream in which I was talking to @itsdlevy about writing a musical, and he referred to the business of writing musicals as “the ten-pencil industry,” in reference to how many drafts and revisions every writer has to go through before reaching the final product.

I said “I’ve never heard that phrase before, but I’m going to start using it.” And I think I’m going to stand by my subconscious.

For context: a short musical I had written or co-written had just had an underrehearsed private workshop in downtown Columbus Ohio. Taking the bus from downtown on my way back to my parents house (and this was at like 5 am), I stopped by a weird little art museum, where some DMA students were rehearsing a lecture. I think it was about a topic I was interested in (Gustav Holst maybe?), so I listened in. When I got home, my parents came into the living room and started exclaiming “there’s a review! there’s a review!” and reading aloud the newspaper review of my musical, which had been performed (badly) just a few hours previously.

Not sure what happened next, but then me, David, my sister, and a couple other people were standing in a buffet line. David and I talked a bit about the long process of development, he made his “ten-pencil industry” comment, and we started to get food. I remember saying “Hey David! What ABBA song are YOU most excited to hear in the Mamma Mia sequel?” but he was distracted (or ignoring me). When I reached the front of the food line, they were out of sandwich buns, but I spotted a woman frantically bring over a bag of them. Then I woke up.

kittytesh  asked:

I love your headcanons a ton and read them all the time. I was wondering if you could do the RFA+Saeran+V reacting to an MC who went through a lot of physical and sexual abuse so they're really jumpy and nervous (brownie points for you doing this).

this gets a lil spicy lololol

~headcanon requests closed for now~

Yoosung:

  • MC pulls up a chair too Yoosung’s desk, sitting beside him
  • “whatchya doooin?”
  • clearly, he was playing LOLOL
  • but MC never passed up a chance to tease Yoosung
  • “big boss fight. shits gettin real. cant talk”
  • MC points their fingers in the air, offering little cheers
  • “Yoosung, fighting!”
  • he leans forward, his strength revived by MC’s cheers
  • “babe, i need you! we’re losing!”
  • MC waves their fists in the air frantically
  • “c’mon, Yoosung! you can do it! kick that monsters sorry ass!”
  • Yoosung giggles a little, eyes still on the game
  • a minute later he pumps a fist in the air triumphantly
  • “we did it!”
  • he raises his hand at MC for a high five
  • they flinch, and pause before enthusiastically completing the high five
  • “sorry, i guess i got a little too excited there”
  • Yoosung smiles nervously, feeling a little guilty that he made MC flinch
  • “oh…it’s not really your fault. i just grew up in a…”
  • they pause for a moment
  • “…bad home”
  • Yoosung immediately feels like an idiot
  • did MC really think he was going to hurt them?
  • “baby, i promise ill never hurt you. never”
  • he kisses MC gently on the forehead and thanks them for cheering for him
  • please never stop cheering for me, MC. and i’ll always cheer for you, too”

Zen

  • Zen came home from rehearsal feeling exhausted
  • thankfully when he went into his bedroom MC was sleeping soundly
  • he loves coming home to them more than anything
  • he climbs in bed with them
  • Zen hovers over MC, who was still sleeping, and leans down to kiss them awake
  • when their lips meet, MC’s eyes shoot open and they push Zen away without thinking
  • “get off me!”
  • he backs away quickly
  • “sweetheart, it’s just me. it’s me”
  • MC was breathing heavily and clutching the blanket to their chest
  • “oh my god, Zen! im so sorry”
  • they’ve never acted like this before when Zen kissed them…
  • “MC, did you think i was someone else?”
  • “it’s just a reflex i guess…”
  • a reflex?
  • “i’m sorry for startling you, baby”
  • Zen puts his hand out to MC
  • “i promise i’ll always be gentle with you”
  • MC’s face turns bright red
  • they grab his hand and cuddle up in Zen’s lap
  • they felt safe there

Jaehee

  • Jaehee was sitting right across the table from MC
  • both of them were surfing the web on their laptops
  • both had a mug of warm coffee they were occasionally taking sips from
  • a few stray hairs fell in front of Jaehee’s face
  • she tries to blow them away but its not really working
  • Jaehee lifts her hand to her face to push the hair away
  • out of the corner of her eye, she sees MC flinch
  • “MC…? everything okay?”
  • “yea, i’m just a spaz i guess”
  • they smile at Jaehee
  • she doesnt think much of it, until she has to move some hair out of her face again
  • and MC flinches again
  • “hey, are you sure everything is okay?”
  • “i’m just really jumpy, i guess…i had a rough childhood, to put it lightly”
  • Jaehee closes her laptop and leans across the table, giving MC a peck on the forehead
  • “i’m not going to hurt you. i’m never going to hurt you”
  • MC’s cheeks heat up
  • “i know, Jaehee.”
  • everyone has their own story, Jaehee thought
  • she was going to help rewrite MC’s

Jumin

  • “how was work, Jumin?”
  • MC looked up from their laptop to see that Jumin had just come home for the day
  • “annoying”
  • Jumin flops down in bed next to them
  • MC giggles a little; he was acting more dramatic than usual
  • “would a kiss make you feel better?”
  • he sits up and scoots close to MC
  • “more than you know, darling”
  • MC kissing Jumin lightly on the cheek, but when the try to pull away from him, Jumin catches their lips with another kiss
  • he continues to kiss MC, soaking up every little detail
  • the warmth and wetness of their lips
  • the way every muscle in his body seems to relax at MC’s touch
  • unconsciously, Jumin’s hand starts to make its way up MC’s leg
  • they push him away suddenly
  • “Jumin, stop”
  • “i’m so sorry, my darling. i guess i just started to get carried away…”
  • MC sighs
  • “it’s not your fault, Jumin. i’m just a little, well, jumpy when it comes to…this stuff”
  • Jumin wants to apologize a million times for the selfish way he acted
  • “MC, we can go as slowly as you need. i’m never going to leave you, so we have all the time in the world”
  • “thank you, Jumin”
  • how did MC manage to find the sweetest human being on earth?

707

  • Seven was looking for some chips in the kitchen
  • he looked in every single cabinet
  • in the sink?
  • he even checked the fridge
  • “MC, did you eat the last bag of chips?”
  • he yelled to MC, who was in the other room
  • “um….no….?”
  • “LIAR!”
  • he runs into the other room, and MC gets up to run away
  • Seven finally catches them and grabs their wrist
  • MC tries to pull their wrist away, but fails
  • “Seven, let go of me!”
  • “no way, i caught you fair and square-”
  • “i’m serious, let go of me right now!”
  • shit, they sounded really serious
  • “sweetheart, im sorry. i didnt mean to freak you out i was just playing around”
  • “i know, i know. i just have this thing about people grabbing my wrists. i’m sorry i snapped at you”
  • their wrists? how would a fear like that develop?
  • “why your wrists?”
  • “i just…i was controlled a lot as a kid”
  • controlled…?
  • Seven hugs MC tightly
  • “i’m so so sorry. i’m such an idiot”
  • “you’re not an idiot, Seven”
  • but he felt like an idiot
  • he has to be nothing but gentle, sweet, and caring toward MC
  • because that’s what they deserve

V

  • “good morning, V!”
  • V had just woken up and walked into the kitchen to find MC reading a book at the table
  • he never got tired of waking up to this
  • MC was smiling brightly at him
  • he walked over to MC and leaned down, kissing them on the nose
  • “it sure is”
  • feeling particularly playful, V takes his hand and ruffles up MC’s hair with it
  • they flinch and smack his hand away
  • “oh, sorry. you just surprised me”
  • usually when people are surprised they gasp, not react physically
  • “whats got you on edge this morning, MC?
  • they let out a heavy sigh
  • “i’m just really sensitive to things like that. growing up, my parents…”
  • a lump starts to form in their throat and tears welled up in their eyes
  • V grabs a chair and sits next to MC, putting an arm around them
  • “its alright, you dont have to talk about it. i promise i’ll be more careful from now on”
  • MC leans into V
  • he feels like he could stay like this with them forever
  • “thank you so much”
  • “you i know i love you, right?”
  • “i know”

Saeran

  • MC was looking for something to eat in the fridge
  • when Saeran came into the kitchen and saw them he thought it was the perfect opportunity for an ambush
  • an adorable back hug ambush, of course
  • he runs up to MC and wraps his arms around them
  • before he can say anything, MC elbows him in the gut as hard as they can
  • shit
  • Saeran releases them and staggers back a few steps
  • “babe…what the hell…”
  • “oh my god, Saeran!”
  • MC rushes over to him
  • they didnt mean to hurt him, it was just a reflex
  • “i’m so sorry”
  • Saeran gives MC a strained smile
  • “if you dont like back hugs, you could have just told me”
  • they smile back at him
  • “its not that, Saeran. i just get nervous when people surprise me like that. especially when they grab me…”
  • Saeran looks at them, confused
  • “i was just grabbed a lot when i was young so i’m sensitive about that stuff and i-”
  • Saeran interrupts MC by putting a finger on their lips
  • “you dont have to explain yourself to me, MC. i understand”
  • he takes his finger away and kisses them
  • “i’ll make sure to warn you next time i do something like this”
  • “thank you for understanding, Saeran”
  • he knew better than anyone what it was like to be afraid to be touched
  • as a kid, touching for him seemed to always bring pain
  • but with MC, touch meant something else
  • Saeran wanted MC to associate his touch with safety

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#1 BTS: What kind of boyfriend he would be

Requested by anon

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Jimin:

This little shit would be the cheekiest boyfriend you’ve ever had. He would L O V E to hug or touch you, and would feel really sad if you rejected him. He’s that kind of boyfriend who would much rather wear sweatpants with you and just watch a movie at home, than go out to fancy restaurants. But don’t get me wrong, he would love to spoil you with expensive things like, a fancy dress, or the new shoes you’ve been talking about. He would treat you like a princess 25/8, and would love show you off to everyone he met.

Namjoon:

As you probably know, Namjoon is the most romantic out of everyone in the group.  He would just like Jimin, spoil you all day, every day (mostly with lingerie and revealing dresses bc why not). He would compliment you all the time, and would notice every time you got a new haircut, or dressed in something different. He would love to be close to you (if you know what I mean) and he would L O V E to feel you snuggle closer to him while cuddling on the bed or couch. Namjoon is the kinda guy who likes to keep relationships private and away from fans and the media, but he would talk about all the time when he was with the boys.

Jin:

Out of everyone in the group, Jin would be the most understanding. Are you on your period? He got a pad up his sleeve. Your boss was a jerk today at work? He will be there and agree with everything you say. You just need someone to cuddle with? Gurl he is there in 00000.1 second. Jin would be the perfect boyfriend, treat you like a princess, shower you with compliments and he would never forget any anniversaries. He would be very open with your relationship, but would still wait a month or two, before you to go public. After that you can expect 23872892 selfies up on his SNS of you and him doing all sorts of things.

Taehyung:

He would be the most playful and chilliest boyfriend ever. Like he could go around and make you laugh all day, but when you came home sad, he would be hugging you, and letting you rant about whatever was making you sad, and in the meantime Tae would have been taking you over to the couch to cuddle with you. I could just imagine how many inside jokes he would have with his significant other.

Hoseok: (my hubby)

O M G don’t get me started. He would be such a gentleman, never crossing your limits. He would be hugging and cuddling you 25/8, and would L O V E to hear about your home country. He would be best friends with your siblings and vice versa. I could also imagine Hoseok being very private about your relationship to the media, because he believes that a relationship should be something between two people, and not the entire.

Yoongi: (my second hubby)

Omg this little baby would act like a koala 25/8. Yoongi loves to sleep and he would L O V E to use your chest as pillows. When you cuddling he would always lay like that, but when you were spooning, he would be the big spoon.  But when he wasn’t sleeping, he would always be going out and buying you coffee, pastries, clothes, shoes and just spoiling you in general. He would love it when you got along with his family, and would just like Hoseok love to hear about your home country.

Jung(cock)kook:

Even though Jungkook is shy, I don’t think he would be shy with his girlfriend. I think he would use her to keep him grounded and down to earth, because sometimes the spotlight can get a little too much.  He would love to be the big spoon, and love to feel like he was protecting something. His princess. And girl, he would not hold back with spoiling you. Sometimes he would come back from rehearsals with 5 bags, and when you ask him what it is, he would just shrug. “I don’t know, I thought these would look good on you”. Boyfriend score:  11/10.

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so ive been planning to write up that list about unresolved stuff in skam, but for some reason these last few days ive ended up being busy with concert rehearsals all day, and the rest of the time ive been drunk or hung over and i just haven’t had the energy hah

but tomorrow im going to sit down and do it but if you have any more questions about this season or the series in general that you would like to get answered in the last episodes, feel free to send them to me :) 

“Camera Obscura” - Kurt/Blaine

Anon prompted: Can you write a story based on Darren’s new photoshoot?

 *sobs*

~2700 words | AO3

Someone is screaming outside.

Kurt leans a hip against the open window and peers down at the street one story below. Two tall, slender teenagers, a girl and a boy, chatter excitedly to a shorter man with slick black hair and a bright purple polo as he signs the backs of their phone cases.

“You’re one of my idols, Mr. Anderson,” the girl tells him, her words quick and clear as she speaks, her huge mane of black curls bouncing as she punctuates her sentences. “I went to your alma mater, before it burned down—”

“I hadn’t even heard they were allowing girls at Dalton. That’s amazing.”

She replies, “I was the first and only,” and Kurt can tell she’s proud by the way she tosses her hair back.

“A pioneer,” the man grins, holding a hand out to shake hers. “I can’t believe I got to meet you.”

Kurt grins, completely charmed. Judging by the look on her face, he’s probably just made this girl’s week.

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Hayes Grier - Dancing with the stars

Request:  Hi can you please make a Hayes imagine where he is on dancing with the stars and falls in love with his partner

MASTERLIST

When I signed for Dancing with the stars I didn’t know who my partner would be. Then my manager called me that I’m going to dance with no other than Hayes Grier. Of course I had already heard of him and I found him quite good looking, so I was looking forward to rehears with him.

When I first met him he was just like I imagined him. All smiley and funny, his bright blue eyes always shining. He seemed to be quite enthusiastic about this whole dancing thing and I just hoped we would get along really well.

“So, are you ready to dance until you collapse?” I asked smiling at him as he was changing his clothes. The cameraman was recording every minute to make sure he captured everything.

Hayes got up and smiled at me.

“I was born ready,” he said smirking at me.

“Let me see it then.”

I had been a dancer since I was six years old, I was used to hours long rehearsals, but for him it was tiring even though he was sporty. But he tried to do his best and he always did something silly and made me laugh. Because we spent so much time together I kinda started to feel something for him. I enjoyed being with him, doing interviews and hang out a lot with him because of our contracts. But I was afraid that he was doing all of this just for the show, so I kept my thoughts to myself about him.

The first few rehearsals went on like this but as we were getting closer to the first live show things got a little tensed up. I was nervous we wouldn’t get to the end of the choreography and he started to get enough of the rehearsals that were held more often and often from time to time.

“There is no fucking way I will remember this,” he groaned as we did the same steps for like the hundredth time.

“It’s not that hard, Hayes, left, right, left, left and jump! My grandma could do this!” I said getting tired of everything.

“Can’t we just do something else instead of this?”

“I won’t change it, I spent a lot of time to do the choreography!” I stated putting my hands on my waist.

“But it’s just five steps, not the end of the world!” he continued whining.

“No, Hayes, concentrate and do it! Get up, we still have a few minutes,” I ordered waving at him to make him stand up, but he didn’t move.

“Can’t we just finish now? I’m too tired,” he said looking up at me.

“No fucking way! We only have four more days, we need to practice as much as we can!”

“Jesus, when did you became a fucking dictator?” he asked rolling his eyes at me and this made me even madder.

“You know you could just leave and we all would be happier, how does it sound?” I said raising my eyebrows at him.

“Chill down, God, you are such a bitch sometimes,” he groaned getting up, but hearing him calling me a bitch triggered me.

I grabbed my things and started to head to the changing room.

“Hey, Y/N, where are you going now?” he shouted after me.

“I’m fucking done with you for today!” I shut the door behind me and collapsed to the bench. I wanted to cry, I didn’t know it would be that hard, but apparently it was too much for me. And it bothered me that after all the effort I put into the dance Hayes would call me that, while I just wanted to win.

The first few tears run down my face an then I heard a knocking on the door.

“Go home, Hayes!” I shouted knowing so well it was him on the other side of the door. My voice was shaking but I hoped he wouldn’t notice. A few moments later the door opened and he popped his head inside. I tried to hide my puffy face, but I didn’t succeed.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean it,” he said quietly, sitting down next to me. I just shook my head, I couldn’t answer him. “I’m such an asshole, I know, I’m just really tired.”

“Me too Hayes, but I don’t go and call you names!” I said fighting my tears back.

“I know, I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you!” He grabbed my hands in his and smiled at me encouraging. It felt so good to feel his touch in a situation where we were not dancing. It was a different kind of moment.

“What do you mean?” I asked sighing.

“Let’s go and eat something, okay? I know a good place nearby. I promise I won’t be a dick,” he said trying to hide his adorable smile.

“Okay.” I nodded and smiled back at him.

We quickly changed and then walked out of the building. We talked the whole walk to the restaurant and then continued when we were eating. Spending time with him without dance moves were different. He was charming on the rehearsals but it was a hundred times better when everything was all fun, not just work. It just made me realize how good of a man he is and I was starting to feel sad that I probably won’t see him after the show.

Later he insisted on walking me home.

“You know, I’m happy I got you as a partner,” he said suddenly, when we were only a few streets away from my home.

“You are?”

“Yeah, I really like you, you are the best dance partner,” he said smiling and poking me with his elbow.

“I could say the same,” I replied blushing. Luckily it was dark enough, so he didn’t see the redness of my face.

“I just wish we could spend more time out of the rehearsals.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. He shrugged.

“You know, I thing that we are really good together. And I was hoping that maybe you would, I don’t know, go on a date with me or something.”

If this is the result when someone hot calls me a bitch, then I’m all down for it. My smile grew wider and wider as his words were on repeat in my head.

“Did you just ask me out?” I asked to make it totally clear.

“I think yes.” He smiled at me with those beautiful eyes. “What do you say? After the first show I’ll take you out.”

I would have been stupid to say no.

“I would love that.”

BIGBANG10 ANNIVERSARY CONCERT

- Daesung and Seungri realized GD has way too many solo songs to count so they performed crooked FOR HIM
- Seungri also decided to DJ snippets of underrated songs including fear, mapsosa, and LOLLIPOP. LOLLIPOP
- Daesung:
‘If you don’t know this song, you should just leave’
*starts performing look at me gwisoon*
- Apparently TOP cries a lot lately. Good crying. Grateful and happy about reality crying
- And on a similar note, Daesung:
‘Yesterday was the exact 10 year anniversary and I had a lot of thoughts going home from rehearsal. … This is something my members and I say a lot lately, but we are just happy.’
- And no, we never got to see the shower scene.

65,000 people. 65 THOUSAND PEOPLE.

One last night (Kai Scenario)

Oooooh ok <3 another beautiful request from out anonymous friend.
Here we go

Fluffy love story
Characters: Kai & Reader



Y/N: ¿What’s wrong babe?

Kai: Just.. I need to hang out with the guys ____. It’s nothing.

Originally posted by jonginkai-ah

It’s been a long time since you and Jongin had been dating, but lately his been kinda jerk. He would ignore your texts, or even your calls. What could you do? You even tried giving some surprises, but nothing worked. So that night, you would follow him to the club he said he was going. You checked the adress, and went there with a little jacket disguise. 
Actually, he was there with the exo guys, so a little smile came out of your heart. After some minutes the group entered, you paid your entrance, and start looking for them. You saw Chanyeol with DO, Tao with Chen and Minseok.. Baekhyun with Sehun.. and Luhan with Lay at the bar! But… as you looked… Kai was there, with a girl.

Y/N: *Oh well, they’re just having a drink* (The girl approaches Kai closely) *What?* 

Your teardrops started falling, and you looked at him for several time, until you went home with your car.

The bed that used to be so soft, suddenly felt cold and uncomfortable… The crying got worst and worst. 

*The enty door slams*

Kai walked into your bedroom. As he got his t-shirt off, you heard his phone ringed many times. Just laying there, he got into bed and didn’t even cuddled you.

Originally posted by iamweakandthereforefold

8am. Wake up. Pretend nothing is happening. 

You went to the kitchen to prepare some coffe for both & the usual pancakes that you used to bake with love for him. You didn’t wait for him as usually, and left his breakfast on the table with a note: *I’m going early to work, hope you ha a great night yesterday. See you for dinner* How could you actually leave a note when last night he didn’t say hello or a kiss, or a hug. It was killing you inside.

The day was long. Everything seemed useless, boring or just.. pointless. You called your bestfriend to tell her all about it. How could you didn’t know… or realised it before. *Oh yay, it’s 7pm. Time to get home and see my funny cheating boyfriend* you thought. Travelling home you stopped to buy some fruits and stuff for dinner. *Should I actually care for him? Ugh. Just this night. Tomorrow I’m out of here* . Getting home: *Just put the key and pretend everything is alright*

Kai: Hey ____. I got early from rehearsal cause Lay had to go before. What are we having from dinner?

Y/N: Whatever you want. I brought my own vegetables for a salad. Just ask for some delivery.

Kai: What’s wrong with you? 

Y/N: I don’t know. I’m not the one who’s kissing random people on a bar.


His face went absolutly blank as you run to the room and closed it. 
Kai run to you as fast as he realised he was going to loose you.

Kai: _____, please. Let me in. I want to explain myself. I didn’t mean to hurt you.

Y/N: Well you already did. Get the hell out, I don’t want to see you anymore.

*The door opens*
Y/N: How.. how did you opened it?

Kai: I have an extra key, remember? 

*You avoided looking at him as he reached for your hand and got on his knees*

Kai: I’ve done wrong ____. I know that. Yesterday i got to drunk with the guys, and this girl was there. Please, i don’t love her, and you are the only one that I would even touch.

Y/N: You took your time to realize that, right? I saw you Jongin. It wasn’t a 1 second kiss. You liked it.

Kai: You don’t understand. I didn’t like it. I was too drunk, I didn’t even understand what was going on ____. Please, forgive me.

Y/N: I will never forget you Kai. You have been so cold lately, and now this. You hurt me bad.

Kai: But, i love you. She is not even someone that i know! I was too drunk and the guys where not there to control me, you know that i was stressed with the practice and the new tour & it was a mistake to drink too much but i never thought it would come to this!

*You looked at him on the eyes with teardrops again in the eyes*

Kai: Please ____. This girl means nothing for me, I dont even know who she is! It was just a buzz mistake. I didn’t even know it happened before you told me. You are my world, my everything. 

You decided to forgive him. You could see in his eyes, the regret & sadness. 

Kai: You want to know why I have been so cold lately? *you nod without looking at him* I have been thinking, or better said, overthinking about us… And its a big decision… but.. do you think… If i would not love you, do you think i would have the guts to give you this:

Originally posted by pamyuse

Please. Marry me ____

Originally posted by mypussyscreamsforexo


well i hope you enjoyed it <3. I enjoy writing about Kai so much e.e
keeeep the requests going 
Love you
Tam