i'd like to imagine this is what

anonymous asked:

I feel like theres a certain virtue of shownu not given revealing clothes like wonho like.... He licks his lips and were all dead can you imagine of we get constant abs / tiddie flashing shownu??? The 3 shownu stans that exist would literally combust into dust and hed have no stans left....

SPOTPOTPPODSFAJK I LAUGHGEHD SO HARD BC GUESS WHAT …. UR RIGHT . we get soft shownu like …. all the time …. even like stage!shownu isnt That Sexy its like … a mild version of what he is capable of …. if he acted on stage the way he did in that dance practice u know his 3 stans would bust the biggest fattest nuts and then Die from the sheer force of it . he’d be too powerful if he whips out his abs nd tiddies .

He once told me about his love for lyrics. How the words spoke to him like poetry.

I would often wonder about his playlist, and the ghosts who lived there. The faces he saw and the voices he heard. The soundtrack to a thousand tragic endings, real or imagined.

The first time I saw him, I noticed how haunted his eyes were. And I was drawn to him, in the way a melody draws a crowd to the dance floor. Pulled by invisible strings.

Now I wonder if I am one of the ghosts- if I am somewhere, drifting between those notes. I hope I am. I hope whenever my song plays, I am there, whispering in his ear.

- Soundtrack, Lang Leav

theatre people as john mulaney quotes
  • Actors: You have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair.
  • Director: In terms of, like, instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.
  • Sound techs: The more you do stuff, the better you get at dealing with how you still fail at it a lot of the time.
  • Light techs: No one knows what you're talking about, you idiot!
  • Stage manager: You ever have those days where something happens and you're like... whatever, this may as well happen?
  • Assistant stage manager: I like when things are crazy. Something good comes out of exhaustion.
  • Stage crew: I am very small, and I have no money. You can imagine the kind of stress I'm under.
  • Set builders: This is an on-fire garbage can. ...Could be a nursery.
  • Props department: Because it's the one thing you can't replace.
  • Costume department: Hi, I'm very gay, and I'd like a few dollars.
  • Makeup people: I don't look older. I just look worse.
  • Publicity team: You know how you lie to your parents?
  • Budget board: Eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs.
  • Audience: I'm really sorry about last night, it's just that I'm mean and loud.
i imagine lance flirting with keith would be like
  • Lance: I like your new pants!
  • Keith: Thanks, they were 50% off!
  • Lance: I'd like them better if they were 100% off ;)
  • Keith: The store can't just give away clothes for free.
  • Lance: That's.. not what I meant.
  • Keith: that's a terrible way to run a business, Lance
Next Anti Appearance?

There’s been a lot of question as to whether or not Anti will be showing up in October this year. Now personally, I’d like to think he’s not going to show himself and here are the reasons why:

Firstly, Jack’s going to be going on tour, so I don’t see how he’d have the time to create any Anti stuff. Secondly, I recently saw him respond to a post about whether or not we’d see Anti in October and he seemed really unsure, plus it seemed to him that it’d still be a bit too early to bring Anti back (which I have to agree with him). Also, I know October’s the spooky month and all, but if we always expect Anti to show up on Halloween, where’s the surprise in that? Anti’s all about being unpredictable. He showed up at PAX, no one expected that. He showed up in the middle of SUMMER - such an odd time for him to show up!

Personally, I’d like to think he’ll show up either in November or December. Could you imagine? We’ll go through October, all on edge expecting him to show up, but not once does he make an appear. So we let our guard down by the end of October. And then come November, Anti hints start showing up and suddenly it’s part 2 of the Antipocalypse, and it leads up to December. But what would really mess us up is if come the week of Christmas, suddenly everything stopped. No hints, no zalgo text, no images, no suspicious videos titles. It all just stops and goes quiet for DAYS.

Now I got a REALLY twisted idea the other morning. Bear with me here and just imagine this:

If Anti is going to go after Chase (which I honestly think he is), and if he did show up around Christmas, imagine this:

You get up Christmas morning and have a great lovely morning with the family, opening gifts and what have you. You know, having a happy fun-filled Christmas morning :) And after everything’s calmed down, you go online and find out Jack’s posted some sort of Christmas video.

It’s a video of Chase and he’s going to FINALLY get to see his kids (because it’s Christmas! Why the hell not?!) It’s all happy fun times….until things begin to go awry and Anti comes in to fuck things up. What would happen, I don’t know. I don’t know if he’d corrupt Chase, torture him, kill him. Either way, I got this sick idea that he’d kill our “favorite boy” and that would be like his Christmas present to us all. Could you fucking imagine?! Do you know how fucking twisted and sadistic that’d be - for him to kill our precious cinnamon roll (ON CHRISTMAS DAY, WHEN HE WAS GOING TO SEE HIS KIDS!!!) - and we can’t do fuck all, and he does it as some twisted gift idea for us all?! It’d be worse if Anti made Chase’s kids watch too! It’d be so messed up!

We would be scarred for days, weeks, MONTHS! We would NEVER forgive Jack for doing something like that - we’d probably temporarily hate him for a day or two. But the scary thing is just how easily I could imagine something like this happening. For crying out loud, Jack loves horror and he knows how much we love Chase, plus Anti’s know for being unpredictable. You put all of that together and the possibilities are endless (and frightening).

Could you guys imagine?

@yourestillnotmytype-58 @fear-is-nameless @golden-eyed-guardians @septic-obsessed @steffid101 @no-strings-puppet

A/N: I was bored at work when i’ve started this, and it kept haunting me until I got back home. Needless to say I did so little at work for being so distracted. Hope you guys enjoy!

“Harry, please,” you begged once more as you tried to grind yourself against him, but his hands were holding you tightly by your hips to keep you from doing so.

Yes, he’s asked you to sit on his lap, but you didn’t think it could end up like this. He’s been holding you down in place for a good while now as he nibbled and licked and sucked on your skin. And every single time you squirm or beg for more, there’s only one answer, “Not yet.”

You could feel yourself getting wetter as his lips brushed against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone. Your hands were squeezing on his shoulder as he continued down towards your chest. His breathing had also been laboured, and you could see and feel how hard he’s already been under his boxers. Just one small movement and you both can feel a bit of pleasure from the friction, but as his hands stayed put on your hips, it won’t happen.

A gasp left your lips as you felt his own wrapped around your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over the bud until he’s felt it harden from his touch. Your hand quickly reached for his hair, tugging and urged him to keep going. Once you’ve felt his teeth grazed on your bud, you started pulling back, feeling how incredibly sensitive you’ve already been. But he never stopped. He continued tugging and everything felt numb and achingly pleasurable, you didn’t know what to do. He was all too determined as he pushed you closer to him, brushing his crotch against yours, eliciting moans from the both of you. You pressed yourself down harsher and felt him thrust up against you, creating friction as his lips travelled from your nipple to the other.

He’s already let you grind yourself against his as one of his hands sneaked up towards your breast, squeezing the unattended one and pinching the nipple while his tongue swiped on the other. He could already feel how wet you are, soaking over your underwear through his. His hand that was holding onto your hip hand gone down towards his crotch, squeezing himself lightly. You felt his knuckles touch the bundle of nerves that was pulsing with need, making you moan and grind towards it. He was quick to pull down his boxers, revealing how hard and red his cock is; the tip was just leaking as time went on. He’s given himself a few strokes before he’s slid your panties to the side - being too impatient to pull them down like how his boxers were just down his knees - and slowly pushed himself in you.

“You got so wet because of this, love?” He breathed as he took your nipple in his mouth once more, causing you to jump and scream as he sucked harshly.

With the way you slowly moved yourself against him and the way he thrusted upwards every time you pushed yourself down, the two of you were letting out curses as your highs were slowly building up. Harry was unstoppable with his mouth. Every inch of space he’s filled with either kisses, bites, or sucks. And with his hands pressed firmly on your hips, he’s helped you grind yourself harder and took him deeper in you as you possibly can. Your moans were uncontrolled as you squirm and shake against his body, hiding your face on his neck as you clenched and squeezed his cock. His chest heaved as he continued to move below you, his own orgasm reaching him and taking over his body. His grunts and moans filled the air as he spilled himself in you, holding you in place as he twitched and relaxed after a few short moments.

With sweat dripping down both of your bodies, the two of you were speechless. His eyes were fixed on your body, from your head down to where the two of you were still connected. He’s taken a deep breath as he leaned in towards you, pressing a kiss on your lips and trailing down your jaw and neck, ready to do it all again.

Angsty OTP Prompts:
  • "Sorry I ruined your life. Maybe you shouldn't have married me."
  • "If I would've known he was going to die, you think I would've done it?"
  • "It's nothing against you...I just have to leave."
  • "I know you love me, but I'm sick of lying when I say it back."
  • "That's the problem. I love you so much, I'd be willing to die for you."
  • "I'm sorry I made you into who you are today."
  • "People change, and people grow. And I think we just grew apart."
  • "When I look at you, I see my world and that scares the sh*t out of me."
  • "I don't think I can spend another night in the same bed as the man/woman who ruined my life"
  • "I always told her to quit second guessing herself...and she never listened"
  • "I'd rather die than live in a world like this."
  • "Tell me what they did to you, please."
  • "Sorry just isn't going to work this time."
  • "Her parents always hated me, I guess they were right."
  • "The one you love most isn't always the one you spend your life with...and that sucks."
  • "I'll go home, but it's not home unless you're there..."
Imagine your OTP...

Person B is in a poorly lit room, eating their lunch, when their lover/crush, Person A, enters the room and notices B.

Person A : It’s so dark in here, how can you eat there ? Nobody likes eating in the dark !

Person B : Depends on what you’re eating *smiles*

Life goal; sleep on Ashton, play w his hair, kiss his face and make him v happy all day ery day

anonymous asked:

This is kinda random but this idea has been stuck in my head: what if mc just liked to go out and sit on the roof at night to look at the stars and one night their s/o catches them (I'd imagine Jumin would flip his Shit tbh)

need some cute ass fluff in my life so im doing this sorry


  • when he first finds MC, he doesnt say anything
  • he just stares at them, smiling
  • god, i am so lucky
  • how can just the mere sight of someone make me so, so happy?
  • i swear to god, i’ll never get tired of this view…
  • “hey there, cutie. you looked cold”
  • Yoosung sits down beside MC, wrapping his arms around them along with a blanket
  • they’re both inside the blanket together, snuggling on the roof while MC stares up at the stars and Yoosung looks mostly at them
  • he rests his head on MC’s shoulders and closes his eyes, soaking up the moment with them
  • “Yoosung? you’re not gonna fall asleep, are you?”
  • as Yoosung answers he wraps both arms around MC, smiling and breathing in the night air deeply
  • “so what if i do? even sleeping on the roof is warm with you~”
  • MC giggles a little and pulls the blanket over him more, resting their head on his


  • he sees MC and instantly has to join them
  • “hey baby, whatchya doin?”
  • he would catch them by surprise and talk in a cute voice
  • “oh, Zen! i was just looking up at the stars…”
  • “do you care if i join you?”
  • MC scoots over and pats the space next to them
  • “of course not!”
  • so Zen climbs out to the roof and sits next to MC, putting an arm around them and rubbing their arm in an attempt to warm em up
  • him and MC look up at the sky together in silence for some time before Zen decides to turn his attention to MC
  • after a few seconds of staring, they turn to look at Zen, too
  • “what is it?”
  • Zen looks into their eyes for a second of two, smiling, and leans forward to kiss them
  • MC can feel the smile in his kiss, and shudders a little when his hand touches their face
  • “nothing, i just wanted to do that” Zen says almost mater-of-factly through his smile, then turns back to the night sky
  • MC gets all flustered even though kissing Zen is something they do all the time, and he pulls them closer, running his fingers through their hair


  • as soon as she sees MC, she runs into her room to grab a jacket
  • “MC, what are you doing on the roof? do you need a jacket?”
  • Jaehee awkwardly climbs on the roof and drapes the jacket over their shoulders
  • “i was just looking at the stars, Jaehee! sorry if i worried you…”
  • “im just worried about you getting sick”
  • “i know, i know…”
  • they sit in silence for a few moments before Jaehee speaks up again
  • “you know, they way you look at the night sky is quite endearing”
  • MC feels warm suddenly
  • “r-really?”
  • Jaehee scoots closer to MC, wrapping an arm around them
  • she quickly pecks their cheek before looking up at the stars again
  • “really”


  • oh my god, what is MC doing out there?!
  • they’re going to catch a cold like that!
  • “darling? why are you on the roof at this time of night? and in your pajamas?”
  • when MC turns their face is red, and they nervously pushing some loose hairs behind their ear
  • “oh, J-Jumin! i was just looking up at the starts…they’re so pretty tonight”
  • Jumin’s heart softens with MC’s words, and his concerned look instantly melts into a smile
  • “well if they’re as pretty as you say, i’d like to see them myself”
  • this is where Jumin Han, still wearing his suit, awkwardly climbs onto the roof through the window
  • MC giggles as they watch him
  • “okay, im here”
  • “finally”
  • Jumin tries to fix his hair, smirking at MC in response to their joke
  • he takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over MC’s shoulders
  • he sits next to MC, hugging his knees as they stare up at the night sky
  • as much as he wants to join them, he just cant take his eyes off of MC for even a second
  • “Jumin! you arent even looking up!”
  • “hmm?”
  • he hadnt even realized he was staring
  • he reaches out, pulling MC close to him and wrapping an arm around their shoulder
  • “i guess i just love the way the stars look reflected in your eyes”
  • as Jumin pulls MC in, he places a soft, warm kiss on their cheek, then nestles his head into their neck
  • the sensation tickles MC a bit, but they just kiss his head and continue to look up at the stars


  • “come here often?”
  • when MC turns toward the window they see Seven leaning out of it, his arm resting on the window sill
  • “only when there arent any clouds”
  • Seven climbs onto the roof as if he’s done it a million times
  • “i like to come out here too, but mostly just to get away from you”
  • MC smiles and playfully pushes on Seven’s arm 
  • Seven responds by wrapping both arms around MC and pulling them in between his legs
  • he unzippes his jacket, then zips it back up around the both of them, hugging MC from behind inside the big hoodie
  • “what the heck are you doing?”
  • “you looked cold! what else was i supposed to do?”
  • Seven rests his chin on MC’s shoulder, looking up with them
  • he points out stars, planets, and constellations
  • he even has this cute trick where he knows where all the letters of the alphabet are in the sky, so he can spell MC’s name in the stars
  • after taking about stars and space and aliens for awhile, Seven decides to end the conversation by littering MC’s cheek, neck, and shoulder with little kisses
  • “love you so, so much. you know that, right?”
  • MC awkwardly cranes their neck so they can look at Seven
  • “i love you too, more than anything”
  • Seven places a small, uncomfortable kiss on MC’s lips before they turn around again, and he wraps his arms around them even tighter and pulls then closer as he returns to resting his chin on their shoulder

can u tell how much a crave physical affection? lol

  • Hamilton: I like your new pants.
  • Burr: Thanks! They were 50% off!
  • Hamilton: I'd like them better if they were 100% off.
  • Burr: The store can't just give clothes away for free.
  • Hamilton: That's not what I meant -
  • Burr: That's a terrible way to run a business, Hamilton.

we also need to talk about what magnus’ spellbook implies which is that he’s singlehandedly created hundreds if not thousands of spells and that these are spells unique to him. meaning he’s the only one who can both cast and undo them, except for what he may have chosen to share to a select few. and that these are likely the spells warding the Institute, but not only that, the Clave is probably relying on many other spells he’s created.

basically what i’m saying is magnus bane has the greatest insurance policy ever because if he goes, all of his spells go with him.

anonymous asked:

ok so there's ton of HCs of the RFA protecting MC but what if the tables were turned? How about some HCs of MC protecting the RFA + Saeran from harassment/being hit on by other people? (in all honesty if someone hit on my S/O they would experience hell)

A/N: honestly i’d like to say i’d be the same but like i’m too shy and just yeah with my personality i’d just let it happen unless my s/o is uncomfortable ^^;;; (also loOK I TRIED TO MAKE IT NON VIOLENT FOR THE MOST PART BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE DON’T LIKE VIOLENCE BUT I MEAN I’M THE TYPE TO THROW PUNCHES SOOOO) ~Admin 404



           -I’ve discussed before that he is very oblivious

           -So he wouldn’t even really notice when people hit on him?

           -But you sure did, and you didn’t enjoy it one bit


           -He never really acknowledges it until he sees the disapproving face you’re giving the other person

           -Then he starts getting a little uncomfortable because wow he finally started to think about what the person was saying, and that’s where you step in

           -You’re a nice person, you never really get physical with the person, you just…. use your facial expressions to communicate.

           -So when you gave the person hitting on your boyfriend a death glare that could almost rival Saeran’s…. then immediately replace it with a smile…. needless to say, they froze.

           -In a sweet, innocent voice, you greet them, introducing yourself as his s/o, and watch as they (usually) nervously take their leave

           -He actually really appreciates it though? Like, you love and appreciate him enough to get jealous like that? Not to mention you’ve gotten him out of a few awkward situations where he was too nice to just walk away. WOW MC LOVES ME, THAT’S AMAZING please take charge more often mc, wink wonk



           -But at the same time he’s concerned because some of his fans….. tend to be a little…. adherent

           -You never get physical or hurt anyone, mind you

           -But you’re very open with your emotions

           -So if someone is hitting on him, you immediately voice your opinion

           -You place yourself in between whoever is flirting with your Zenny and himself, and look them in the eye

           -“Hi there, I’m MC, Zen’s s/o. It’s nice to meet you. You think he’s handsome? That’s so funny, I think that too!”

           -Sounds nice, right? WRONG- your voice has a hint of disapproval in it, not to mention dripping with sarcasm and over-exaggerating your words

           -You’re never MEAN though because you couldn’t do that. But you make it obvious enough that, hey, this is my man, please stop hitting on him. And he’s actually just so surprised that this sweet little person can lowkey scARE HIM WITH JUST A CERTAIN TONE OF VOICE, WHAT THE

           -He can’t really… judge though? Because he gets the same way no you get way worse, zenny, so as long as the two of you show each other there’s nothing to worry about, you’re all okay!


           -Baehee takes care of her damn self, okay

           -But she appreciates when you step in like her hero and save the day

           -Like if someone’s too close for her comfort, you’re there in a flash to gently drag her in the other direction

           -You’re more of a quiet pouter- if someone’s flirting with her and she doesn’t seem uncomfortable, you stand with your arms crossed and a pout across your face


           -She tries to be polite but, hey, at this point, you aren’t because??? Why don’t they get the hint??? No means no??

           -So you’re constantly taking the slip of paper and promptly throwing it away or you wait until she hands you her phone and delete their number. Right in front of them. Show no mercy.

           -Do you feel bad? Yeah sometimes. Does she appreciate what you do though? Oh yes, very much

           -You always get a kiss on the cheek when you help her out of situations like that SCORE

           - threatened to punch one guy though when he tried touching her hair. doNT DO THAT. THATS MY JAEHEE, YOU STOP THAT


           -He doesn’t even pay attention to people flirting with him

           -Why should he? He has who he wants, and that’s you. No one else matters???

           -Why do you get so upset over it??? idk jumin why do YOU get so upset over it

           -Takes it as the highest form of compliment and profession of love, because that means you want him all to yourself- just like he does with you

           -But MC please don’t get physical with these people that’s not professional



           -Loves when you cling, though. Hang off his arm, lay your head against his chest, like yES MC DO THAT SHIT, SHOW PEOPLE I’M YOURS

           -He was talking to a guest once, and in mid-sentence, he watched you cover the guest’s eyes with your hand. “You stop that, don’t give him those eyes, you can’t have him” mC PLS

           -Overall, your demeanor stops people in their tracks before they even attempt to flirt with him. You radiate this sort of aura that says “back off this is my boyfriend”. Only the strong-willed attempt, but they always fail. Though, Jumin has to kiss the side of your head to remind you he isn’t going anywhere, there’s no need to get so worked up


           - “why are people flirting with me im terrible” (same saeyoung, same)

           -He’s just confused all the time by it

           -And since he’s confused, he doesn’t know how to really…react. So he just accepts it

           -But??? You don’t like that?? Don’t touch my nerd boy

           -You like to take the “Jokingly insult them but lowkey mean the insult” route to get your point across

           -When I say “insult” i don’t mean you belittle them or anything, mind you. Kind of more along the lines of saying “leave him the fuck alone” without saying it outright- you say it more in ways like “yeah he does like pizza- his favourite is when he’s getting it with me” ya know, that kind of thing

           -And he can’t help but laugh?? Like it’s kind of mean and the both of you know it is but?? They don’t get the hint to leave him alone??

           -Until you get tired of the person and just grab Saeyoung’s glasses off his face, and plant a kiss straight to his lips

           -Which hey he isn’t gonna complain. He actually takes advantage of the situation and puts his hand on your lower back, dips you slightly, and just hardcore kisses you because maybe then the person will get the hint???

           -YOU’RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE THOUGH you wink at the person before you take Saeyoung in the other direction


           -Don’t even breathe in the direction of my cinnamon roll


           -But you can. So when someone’s flirting and asks for his number, you casually walk up and just straight deny them

           -“I was wondering if you’d like to go grab some dinner some ti-” “No” “Who are you?” “No”


           -And he just smiles the whole time because!!! He’s glad you showed up!!! He loves you so much!!! And you’re able to say no, unlike him

           -And for the ones who are more…persistent, despite the “no”, your persona flips like a light switch

           -You can walk up, happy and carefree, and the moment they touch your boyfriend in a more than friendly way, you’re as cold as ice

           -That’s usually his cue that he needs to excuse the two of you. You’d never say anything harsh, mind you, but you would sort of keep that personality for the rest of the day. He’d have to find a way to cheer you up so you don’t feel bad!

           -He always jokes that your face is gonna get stuck in a pout, pinches your cheeks, and waits for you to smile. INTENSE CUDDLING FOR THE REST OF THE DAY because hey MC, he’s yours and no one is gonna threaten that <3



           -i can see why the two of you are a couple

           -you perfected the death glare from him as well

           -He’s uncomfortable in almost any situation so someone hitting on him, and that someone NOT being you, makes him VERY UNCOMFORTABLE

           -And he’s not quiet about it, either. He voices that he isn’t interested, and that they should just back off but for some reason people take that as a challenge?

           -So you warn them with a death glare, then by reminding them that he said he isn’t interested, then your anger gets the better of you

           -There are times that you get a punch or two in, but most of the time, the furthest you get to go is grabbing them by the front of their shirt, and pulling them real close to your face

           -There’s always threats, and never clean language

           -But Saeran doesn’t want you to get violent like he can be so he usually has to physically carry you away from the other person

           -BUT YOU’RE GETTING BETTER! Now you tend to just push the person away, grab Saeran’s hand while giving the other person a look of disinterest, and walking away wow mc look at you, you’re calming down! <3

Imagine S.Coups nonchalantly giving Woozi a back hug whenever he sees the younger member.

BONUS: Despite Woozi trying his hardest to release himself from the leader’s grip, he secretly likes being in the older’s warm embrace.

To Spot a Friend

Request: Hello, dear Author. Can You do the following request. Hope it will interest You. Reader is a famous singer, whose voice gets is a voice of a angel, but she hides her face behind a mask. Newt running after niffler is in concert hall and heard her. He sees her singing and fell in love with voice. But she had an abusive boyfriend, who is heating her… and here can be any variation of action…

Word Count: 5,703

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but tagging @caseoffics @red-roses-and-stories @dont-give-a-bother

WARNING: Allusions to an Abusive Relationship

The silver lights cast the room in a sultry glow that drapes over the red plush seats and diamond-and-pearl covered guests like a silken shawl. Their conversations, soft under the intimidation of the glow, drift languidly toward the high ceiling of the theater and mingle together as they wander through the room.

A soft jazz tune weaves through the crowd, no more than a lazy cat no one pays much attention to as it sneaks over their heels and between the legs of their black slacks. The song wafts from the open orchestra pit, a moat between the seats and the massive wooden stage that juts out, looming in front of the crowd, a stage with such a history of grandeur that few agree to step onto it.

Some women shift in their seats in an attempt to peer around the velvet curtains that guard the back of the stage, separating audience and artist for now. They murmur to one another, wondering if the brave artist is back there, hidden in the folds of the shadows, listening to the conversations swirling around. Their chairs squeak as they move, trying to earn the first glimpse of the acclaimed performer with the voice of a cherubim.

They never see her, though, never notice you as you lean against the cool stone wall and try to understand the bits of muffled conversation that amble past you. Your eyes are shut, arms wrapped around your stomach, while you take slow breaths in through your nose, let them out through your mouth. The terror you’d known your first time on stage still haunts you, a ghost you can never rid yourself of no matter the amount of glowing reviews in newspapers or number of sold out concert halls. Terror is a constant in your life, one of the only constants you’ve known for the past four years.

Two hands wrap around your waist, covering your own hands, a wave of thick cologne that ruins your slow breathing and causes you to cough accompanying them.

Theo’s hot breath, smelling of cigarettes and whiskey, scrapes across the side of your face. “You know you’re not supposed to hang out side stage before the show, darling.”

“I needed a break.” You murmur as his stubble scratches your cheek and his chin digs into your shoulder.

“Your wardrobe team tore backstage apart looking for you. They want to get you ready.” He tugs you against his chest.

“They have plenty of time.”

“They need to start soon or you won’t look radiant tonight.”

The insult doesn’t upset you, not anymore. “What does it matter how I look if they’re here for my voice?”

His fingertips dig lightly into your stomach. “No one wants to listen to an ugly person sing. You need to shine, darling. We’ve been over this.”

The bile in your stomach simmers and you feel sick, but you nod at his words. “I’ll meet with wardrobe soon.”

He presses a rough kiss against your exposed neck. “Don’t be long. They need to get to work or we’re paying them for nothing.”

“I know, love.” You whisper as his arms unwrap from around you with one final squeeze.

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