it just fit too perfectly though

ok but I need more fics where

  • it’s not obvious that it’s mutual
  • they’re not attached by the hip
  • none of their friends expected it honestly
  • one of them has a really rough day and for some reason all they want to do is cuddle the other person but they haven’t done that before?? but it feels like a thing they should be doing. 
  • one of them tries to cross a line they haven’t crossed before, like just something small. Hugging for a long time, a touch that lingers, a cute nickname. and it’s weird, right? and a little awkward? but it also feels really nice pls keep doing it. 
  • eventually they start acting more cuddly and close in private and it’s not that weird anymore. it’s actually really nice. but hey? does this mean I get to kiss you too or is that a line we don’t cross idk man. 
  • one of them calls the other one ‘babe’ in front of their friends and everyone’s like ???? what ????? 
  • and they eventually have to dicuss it bc this last month has not been like the last couple of years and we really need to talk. 
  • they have a really nice talk about it but now what? do we just kiss? do we go on a date? how do you do this? 
  • their first kiss is so awkward because they don’t know how to do this.
  • and at first their friends are very worried because what if it doesn’t work out? everything has changed? and of course they’re happy for them but it’s also so risky. 
  • and even though it’s a little awkward at first it does work out, because they actually fit pretty perfectly once they get the hang of it. 
When I say Oliver should fight for Felicity...

There has been a lot of debate in the fandom for over a year now about whether Oliver should’ve fought harder to make things right with Felicity after the breakup. Everyone has their own definition of what “fighting for Felicity” means, and I won’t speak for everyone. I can only speak for myself and relay my own hopes and frustrations.

Today @emilytbett was nice enough to share with us the autographed script she received of 4x16 in which Olicity recite their vows.

It was actually so beautiful and amazing to see how the actors contributed to the script and really made the characters come to life in that scene. I think we all needed to see this and be reminded of why we’ve been staying with the show even when we want to scream and throw things at the TV.

There are many reasons why I’ve been upset this season and why I felt like I was pushed to my limit with 5x15. And it’s seeing this beautiful script and what we could’ve had that has made it hit home. I am one of those fans that strongly believes Oliver should’ve fought for Felicity, especially after he said these vows. With lines like “You will always be the best thing about me for the rest of my life” and “I will never lie to you again. Ever, ever again,” how could we not believe Oliver would’ve done everything in his power to make things right with the love of his life?

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Some fans argue that Felicity firmly closed the door on a reconciliation, and it wouldn’t have been right for Oliver to pursue her. But fighting for Felicity, to me, was never about Oliver coming on too strong or pressuring her to give him another chance romantically. I actually think the two did need to take a break and be apart for a while during hiatus. They both had a lot of heartache and issues to process and work through individually.

But where I think the writers truly did the characters and fans a disservice in Season 5 is by not having Oliver become a living embodiment of these vows. Flirting with Felicity and asking her out was not how Oliver needed to fight for Felicity. To truly make things right, he first needed to apologize for lying. A simple, heartfelt “I’m sorry” to show that he was genuinely remorseful and understood how he hurt her. Nothing is more powerful than actually hearing the one you love say the words.  

Then, every day after that, Oliver needed to show he’d changed through his actions. That meant being a good friend and partner by making sure Felicity had support after her paralysis, job loss, and Havenrock. If anyone understands the effects of trauma, it’s Oliver. They didn’t have to be big scenes because, let’s be honest, Arrow more often than not has issues with pacing and giving sufficient time to hit the emotional beats. These moments are usually small but powerful blips that we either re-watch or gif the heck out of to catch all of the subtle nuances. But small, consistent moments of Oliver asking about Felicity’s day or if she’s okay when she seems off would’ve gone a long way. Heck, even something as simple as bringing her a coffee or Big Belly Burger (I know he’s a food snob but Felicity loves the salt and grease) after a long day would’ve meant a lot.

In turn, we needed to see Oliver being more open and honest with Felicity about his past and how he felt going forward facing various challenges (both as the mayor and Green Arrow). We saw a promising glimpse of that in 5x02 when he mentioned the Bratva to her.

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However, he reverted to old habits in 5x04 when he lied about rescuing Dig. Maybe Felicity does need to be the one to make the first move and give Oliver a sign that she’d be open to giving him a second chance, but it’s a total Catch-22. Oliver can’t make a move until Felicity is ready, but Felicity probably won’t be ready until she sees an actual positive change in Oliver.

Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ve seen that positive change yet. If anything, it seems to me like the writers have regressed Oliver yet again (maybe even more than in the past). Having him apologize and doggedly pursue another woman who isn’t even worthy of the effort sends the wrong message. Watching Oliver do this for another woman (one that Felicity knows is shady and has hurt people she’s cared about) does not communicate to Felicity that he’s thinking clearly or learned from past mistakes. I won’t even get into Oliver asking her to help him fix things with EWR, because there aren’t enough words to describe my utter disgust with that move. I think it hurt Felicity way more than she let on to see Oliver fighting for someone else but not even attempting to apologize to her for his lies or obliviousness to her pain after he “killed” Billy. In seeing Oliver put his own needs above hers yet again, I think it became the deciding factor (or last straw) in Felicity seeking support elsewhere and joining Helix. And until we see Oliver man up and stop being so self-absorbed, the “rebuild” just isn’t going to be effective.

Oliver and Felicity do love each other. They’re soulmates. No one can convince me otherwise. Seeing the 4x16 script reaffirmed the deep love they shared, and I’m not saying they can’t get back to that. But it’s going to take time and effort. I think a single conversation won’t be enough to fix them this time. The reason Season 2 and, yes, Season 3 (despite the angst) were so great for Olicity was because the subtle moments (though they tortured us at times) slowly added up and fit perfectly into the big picture of their relationship. The rebuild has to be the same way and, personally, too much bad drama in Season 5 has happened for me to feel good about a reunion just yet. Oliver still has to be a better man so that he can realistically pull Felicity out of the darkness that’s consuming her. Blind optimism (blatantly trusting the wrong people) is not living in the light, and his actions have to start reflecting the change he’s claiming to make. It’s the only way he can even deserve the possibility of a second chance with Felicity. Right now, I’m hoping that by the finale Olicity have grown individually and we get an ending similar to Season 2 where there’s a strong indication of a reunion coming in Season 6.

Will the writers actually do this? Who knows?! The Olicity love is definitely there and if the writers know what’s good for them (and their ratings), they’ll quit their failed experiment and actually embrace the elements that made this show so successful in the first place. How this plays out will be a mystery until the finale but what’s an absolute necessity for me as a viewer is seeing Oliver get out of his own way and fight for the woman he loves. Felicity deserves it. Oliver deserves it. We deserve it. And it’s totally okay to not accept anything less…

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omG THANK YOU ALL S O MUCH FOR 100+ NOTES ON MY NCT 127 REACTION!!!!! YA’LL ARE GR888888888888888888

Request from: @taehyungie-lovee (thanks again for another awesome request!! pt.2 w seventeen will be coming up shortly!) 


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  • there are really only two types of short people: the type that thinks they can still do anything anyways and the lazy assholes
  • honestly, the Minyard twins probably fit into the latter category
  • this means that anytime something is, like, a foot above their head but still perfectly within reach, neither Andrew or Aaron try to get it
    • they just shrug and say, “sorry, too high, you’re gonna have to get it yourself, Nicky”
    • like Nicky will ask Aaron to pass him the remote, located a meter away from him
      • Aaron will hold out his arm but not lean over until eventually Nicky just gives up and gets it himself
    • every morning Andrew makes Kevin get his (sugar-filled) cereal from the cupboard even though he’s perfectly capable of reaching it himself
    • they both just walk out whenever Abby asks them to set the table under the excuse that they can’t reach the plates
      • (they actually do this everywhere except at Eden’s (since they need the job) and when alcohol’s related)
  • after years Nicky’s already resigned to this arrangement
  • Kevin still tries to argue back every time but always loses
  • then Neil comes along
  • Neil was never allowed to pull the short lazy asshole stuff off, partly because he was roughly the same height as his mom and partly because there’s no way she’d ever let him get away with it
  • the upperclassmen are ecstatic to have someone short on the team who doesn’t make them get everything
  • and even though he rolls his eyes, Neil would still grab whatever Andrew asks him to get
    • this continues onto when they’re living together in a shared apartment with their two cats
  • eventually, even Neil starts getting annoyed
    • like really, Andrew?  it’s literally and inch above your head, you just don’t want to move
  • all of this accumulates to one day, when Andrew’s waiting for Neil to lean down and kiss him
  • and Neil just aborts halfway as says, “sorry, too low, can’t reach” and walks away
  • Andrew starts putting in a bit more effort into getting his own things afterwards
    • for example, he yanks Neil down next time

i’m having such DY feels its fucking insane

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your relationship would include:

  • doyoung curling his lips into his mouth to stop the smile that automatically finds itself on his face at the sight of you because he doesn’t want to admit to his sap 
  • and him folding his hands together to stop himself from holding on to you, looking down at the ground to stop himself from being completely drawn to you
  • doesn’t matter how, or where, just somehow, he always wants to be physically connected to you
  • lots of subtly holding onto your pinky as you stand next to each other, 
  • and, he loves curling his hand around your waist, gently feeling as your body moves under his fingertips
  • doyoung absolutely loves giving you backhugs, those where he wraps his arms tightly around your waist until your back is flush with his chest and he can feel you breathe right next to his heart and he can lean down and rest his chin on your shoulder
  • it might be a little bit of an awkward angle, but he likes hearing you talk so closely to his ear, subtly and murmured compared to the usual loudness all around him
  • he loves playing with your hands when you sit next to each other,
  • and adores it when you grab onto his hands and play with his fingers for yourself
  • doyoung loves it the most when you guys are around other people, like a very subtle way of showing to others that you constantly want to be together one way or another
  • doyoung always smiles at you, mostly when you’re not looking, because he doesn’t actually want to show you how much of a sap he is
  • he finds something new to admire every time, a mole on the side of your face, or a lock of hair that’s styled perfectly, or the shape of your ears are really cute
  • but mostly, he finds himself staring at you when you’re talking to other people intently, maybe from across the room or beside him it doesn’t matter, because he likes the way you talk and the way your face moves, and he loves that you have no idea how beautiful you are even with the smallest of expressions
  • he likes to think that he’s the only one who really pays attention to you
  • Doyoung’s the type to save you from an awkward situation, always willing to sweep in an divert the attention off of you as soon as he sees you a tad uncomfortable at an uncalled question or topic, and he’ll always come in with a wide smile and a hand on the small of your back to comfort you, and even though he knows you’re 100% independent and capable, he knows it’s always good to have someone to lean on and have your back, and he’s more than willing to be that person for you
  • but he also likes to lean on you a lot, especially when he’s stressed out about his singing or how many shows he’s on / has to mc
  • he’s the type to freak out on his own, doesn’t really like seeking too much comfort from his members, but with you there for him, he’s able to vent and relax into your touch and just take a moment to properly let it all out because he knows you’re there for him
  • but just as much as you guys lean on each other for comfort, you’re both playful with each other, and doyoung makes you laugh more than anything, especially when he makes a snide comment towards his members
  • he never really goes full savage on you, he could never
  • doyoung would never make a feisty comment about what you’re wearing, because even if you’d dress up as barney or that yellow bird from sesame street, he’d find you adorable, horrendous, maybe, but adorable and worthy of a smile full of teeth
  • but, he’s the type to insult characters in some show to make you laugh, or complain about you taking too long in the shower overly dramatic, or the way your cooking is shit even though he’ll wholeheartedly eat it because you’ve made it with love
  • but he’d never joke about the way you look, unless you’ve just crawled out of bed with your hair a bush and your eyelids glued shut with crust, and he’d joke around about your personality, because these are things that can be sensitive and that he personally doesn’t like being made fun of, so he’d never do that to you
  • he’s a softie for you
  • ultimate softy
  • and he loves your hugs so much
  • the way you fit perfectly in his arms with your head in his chest and your arms around his midsection
  • he loves it the most when you tightly grab onto his sweater, because he feels loved and cherished when you do that
  • and he rests his chin on the top of your head and hold your shoulders equally as tight
  • and he knows you think it’s super cute when he starts swaying, and he can’t help but do it because you make him feel giddy and restless inside and if he didn’t sway side to side, he’d most likely crush you from how much love he has for you
  • And gosh does he love backhugs from you, especially when he’s cooking a meal for you
  • he gets this huge smile on his face, one that he lets himself relish in because you can’t see how much of a sap he is
  • he love it so so so much when you nuzzle your head into his back, and laughs loudly when you do so, threatening to smack you with his greasy spatula if you continue, but in reality he loves it so much
  • Doyoung’s the type to love to go shopping together, out and about on the streets, especially when it’s slightly colder outside and you two have to stay close to each other to keep warm
  • he always melts inside when you hold his hand with your mittens on, thinking it’s the cutest thing on earth to swing your linked hands between the two of you as you walk
  • You always catch him staring at where you guys are connected, a big and bright smile on his face, one of the sappy ones he always tries to hide, but you see it from time to time, how much he cares and cherishes every moment with you, and warmth spreads throughout your entire body as you smile back, staring at his face
  • He’s the type to pay for you every now and then, but not too often because he knows you can pay for it yourself, but he does love paying for the food, feeding you snacks and cutting up dishes for you, because he adores watching you eat healthily
  • most of your dates, you guys talk about anything and everything, your day away from each other, an article you saw online, a stupid story about what your friends forced you to do
  • but he loves it when you ask about his members and how they’re doing, and his family, because you care and you genuinely want to know how much winwin’s korean has improved, how taeyong’s back is doing, if mark is struggling in school, what the hell johnny actually does at four in the morning with his americano, and doyoung appreciates the care for what he considers is his family, and is instantly filled with so much love that he wants to kiss you over the table, so he does, with a goofy smile on his face after, and stares at the table because he’s slightly embarrassed
  • Kisses, are, to say the least, most often pecks and closed mouth encounters where the pressure of his plump and soft lips is enough to get your heart beating radically
  • But sometimes, randomly when you’re alone, when he feels extra sentimental and just admiring you isn’t enough, he’ll kiss you for real, with his large hands cupping your face, face slowly coming in closer, his eyes wide and concentrated as they flicker between your eyes and your lips, and he waits until you’re barely breathing in anticipation, because you know exactly what kind of kiss he wants to give you, and your head automatically tilts along with his just before your lips touch
  • He makes the first move, slotting his lips between yours in a soft pout, capturing their shape and feel in one, two, three openmouthed kisses to make you tread on the verge of impatience, then, he’ll slowly lick the bottom of your lip with a smooth tongue, precise and perfect with pressure, slow and deliberate before you open your mouth wider to let him in
  • and those are the kisses that always leave you absolutely breathless and blushing, ears a beetroot red and lips swollen from the kiss
  • but the thing is
  • Doyoung is always equally as shy and embarrassed after one of those kisses, because he doesn’t quite understand how he musters up the courage to kiss you as sensually as that, and he tries to pull away but each time he does, your grip on his waist keeps him still and forces him to stare into your eyes
  • his eyes always sparkle after those kisses, with a spark of anticipation, and sometimes it stays like that between the two of you, where you just breathe in each others space until you both smile goofily, or sometimes it leads to something a little more

my feels are too much omfg

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Something Undefined

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Summary: I noticed there was at least a day or two between confronting Dagon and the end of 12x17, which meant that Eileen stayed at least one night in the bunker. I’m thanking the writers for this perfect opportunity. It’s like they left that time open just for us Saileen shippers! So here’s what they did before she headed home. 

Characters/Relationships: Sam x Eileen Leahy, Dean

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.7k

Eileen didn’t want to leave the bunker, at least not right away. It was underground, hidden in rural Kansas, warded and protected, and it had Sam. Sam with the bright eyes and dimples, the soft hair and skin, the warm, broad chest and toned muscles, the man who exuded safety and peace, which was exactly what Eileen needed. Accidentally killing Renny had shaken her. She’d never killed a human before.

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What It's Like Having Scoliosis

Sometimes you’ll have what I like to call an “achey day” where your back just fucking hurts no matter what you do.

Please don’t make me stand for a long time, because it’ll start to feel like all the weight of my upper body is settling onto my hips, which doesn’t feel good.

There are 3 types of sleeping positions:
• the type that hurts your back
• the type that “supports your spine”
• and the type that’s actually comfortable and allows you to fucking sleep.

Don’t even get me started on shopping for clothes. Nothing ever fucking fits right! It might fit perfectly fine in one area, but in another it’s either too tight or too loose.
Even if you do manage to find something that fits okay, it’s still not gonna look fantastic on you because you just feel as though you look like a disproportionate chicken nugget


14| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 4390

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You asked a group of second year girls where Madame Choi’s office was. After a few comments about your dining hall arguments, they directed you down towards a small corridor where most of the teachers had their offices. You went past the doors until you found the one with the plaque:

Madam Choi Soomin, Senior Ballet Mistress

Scholarship Coordinator

Biting back your excited nerves, you knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Came her voice.

You turned the handle and went in. Madam Choi’s office was not as nice as Mistress Hyejin’s. It was smaller, and windowless. But the walls were painted cream, and framed posters of various ballet productions hung from them, all signed by the casts. There were also photos of Madam Choi with a few other dancers all posing in their costumes. The lady herself sat at her desk, a big pile of papers in front of her. She looked studious with her black rimmed glasses and turtleneck jersey, but you could see the darkening circles under her eyes.

“Miss (Surname).” She regarded you wearily. “What can I do for you?”

“Ma'am I have something to show you.”

She raised her eyebrow, her fingers still intertwined in front of her. “And what would that be?” She asked.

You refrained from biting your lip and brought out your pointe shoes from behind your back. “I kind of have to show you in one of the studios.”

She pursed her lips, looking distastefully at the shoes. “Don’t you have a concussion and an order not to dance? Or have I changed my entire choreography on a lie?”

“Ma'am, the symptoms of my concussion have all gone.” You told her earnestly. “I can dance.”

She didn’t look convinced. “What is it you want to show me?”

“I changed the dance.” You said quietly. Judging by what she’d just said about changing the choreography, you doubted she’d give you a chance.

“By which you mean?”

You took a deep breath, suddenly feeling like you were coming in here to confess a crime. “I changed my solo dance last night.”

“And yet you injured yourself the day before, during Miss Yang’s accident?”

“I thought maybe Doctor Hill would forget to tell the teachers.”

She smiled at that. “My dear, Doctor Hill wouldn’t let you off for an injury even if it were a broken nail.”

“Exactly!” You cried out frustratedly, then snapped your mouth shut. Teacher, right. “I mean. Ma'am Doctor Hill is keeping me off much longer than necessary – it’s ridiculous, and I really want this solo.”

“The number of students I’ve lost because of him.” Madame Choi sighed and stood up. “Lead the way, Miss (Surname).” She said tiredly.

You nervously walked up to the second floor with her. Students were already coming down the stairs for dinner. Some of them gave you stares, remembering your little display at lunch. “What the hell is the bitch doing?” You heard Minjee’s voice. She was descending the stairs with Hyeun, Yuna and Seohyun. They all looked suspiciously at your leotard and dance bag with contempt.

“Miss Gwan, you will report to my office tomorrow morning.” Madam Choi said sharply, loud enough for the whole parade of people to hear. Minjee’s face turned pale. “This school is no place for your foul language.”

“Yes Ma'am.” She said quietly, swallowing. You tried to keep a satisfied smirk off you face.

Reaching the same studio as you’d used last time, you swiftly switched the bright strip lights on and quickly hooked your iPod up. Then you sat down and tied up your pointe shoes, feeling rushed because Madame Choi was standing at the door. At least she wasn’t tapping her foot. You did a few quick stretches – You did not need another injury, then you stood up, a bolt of nerves shooting up you body. You looked at Madame Choi. She gave a curt smile, telling you to begin.

You pressed play and then stepped back and rose onto pointe, lifting your leg up behind you. The music began. You felt the stirring in your belly as the familiar notes reached out for you and pulled you into a world that you had defined together.

As the notes went down, so did you, reaching forwards and raising your leg so that it made a straight line. You could still do it! You tried not to look for a reaction from Madame Choi as you rose back up and instead step turned downstage, and then spun in a slow pirouette.

You stepped a foot back, feeling as though you’d only just discovered you could do it and you stepped forward, as if a whole world – the world of ballet – was blossoming before you. You would join that world, you knew, and you curtsied, marking your entrance. And then the fast notes came, and the entrance was almost over. More notes joined the first until everything came together and then all tentativeness left, and you flew.

You remembered the whole dance easily – the music told you what you needed to do. Madam Choi became less of an individual and more of an anonymous observer as you leapt and spun. You were showing whoever was watching what you could do.

And as the final chorus lead you on once more, you delved into the music and brought it out with you, in the way that only dance could, and truly showed it to the world. You finished in arabesque. But once the last note had been played, you were cut loose, and Madam Choi’s presence was certainly there. You lowered your leg and turned to face her. Your breathing was heavier than usual, and sweat beaded on your back.

Madame Choi was looking at you with her chin raised high, making her even taller than usual. You couldn’t glean anything off her expression. She was simply studying you.

You felt the need to say something and break the horrible silence that she didn’t seem to notice. “It –” Your breathing was very heavy. “It’s not exactly polished.”

She nodded her head down slowly, then took a step towards you, looking you up and down. “Why did you dance like that?” She asked you. Her voice was the same blank calm as usual.

You frowned. You could hardly tell her it had something to do with Park Jimin. Wait, that wasn’t what she’d asked. “I don’t know.” You said. “I was thinking about why I started ballet. It was just, the music fit perfectly to describe it.”

She nodded. “Yes, you had that air of innocence about you.”

You stood there awkwardly. What was she saying? Were your moves too basic?

“I assume you would like me to put your choreography back into the piece?”

“Well I -Yes, Ma'am.”

Her eyes seemed to get sharper every second. “And I assume you would like to be the one to dance it.”

What? Suddenly, your protectiveness kicked in. No one else could dance this! The steps. They were all linked to you, even though you didn’t have the best technique, it was like giving away your favourite childhood toy. Yes, someone might actually use it or dance it better, but it was still your toy! What about all the memories? What about the connections the dance had to you?

Madame Choi was watching you closely. Your badly concealed disappointment answered her question. She sighed and took off her glasses. “When can you dance again?” She asked.

“Saturday, Ma'am.”

“You are one hundred percent healthy?”

“Yes, Ma'am.” You said, a little hope coming up inside.

“And if your symptoms were to return you will be responsible enough to stop?”

You hadn’t been before, but you didn’t think you ought to tell her that. They wouldn’t come back. “Yes Ma'am.”

“There is a lot of work to be done on it.” She said abruptly. “Your extensions ought to be better. An allegro is no reason to be sloppy, and your penche needs to face sideways to the audience, or no one will see the lines.” She put her hands behind her back, and looked at you with those powerful brown eyes. “This is a big risk you ask me and your class to take. If I change the choreography again then we lose another day of rehearsal. We have two rehearsals to go, Miss (Surname) one of which you can’t even attend.”

You held your breath. Oh God no. It was more than just Park Jimin – the reason why you wanted to dance this solo, it was because you really did love ballet, and the elation of dancing this particular piece.

“However.” Madam Choi continued. “I don’t believe either of the routines we have been rehearsing, nor the rest of your classmates can quite grasp the same, understanding you have just displayed.” You could hardly stop from smiling. She liked it! Did that mean you could perform?

“Thank you, Ma'am.” You said, trying not to sound as overjoyed as you were.

She pursed her lips. “You have a long way to go before performance standard, Miss (Surname). I would not tend to presume until you are standing behind that curtain with my absolute approval.”

You nodded quickly, feeling like a small, overexcited child who needed to calm down. She was letting you do it! You could do it, but she was right. There was still time for her to say no. Now you had to focus.

“Go over the first section.” She suddenly ordered. “I’d like to see that penche again. No music.”

You performed the introduction. The emotion was lost without the music, but you knew that you couldn’t let yourself get surrounded by the music until your technique was so habitual that you could trust yourself to perform with quality. Only then could you allow yourself to fully develop into the music. Apparently your penche was acceptable, considering your lack of experience, but it was badly postured. Madame Choi pressed down your back to it arched and pushed your leg even higher, saying it wasn’t quite one-eighty yet.

You went through the whole routine in painstaking detail. Without the support of the music, you sometimes forgot moves, but Madame Choi had the endless patience that all dancers needed to develop – three hours of plies and failed pirouettes weren’t meant to be exciting, and yet that’s how learning ballet is.

“I want you take your movements and make them larger.” She said as you rehearsed once again the middle chorus. “The introduction needs more as well. It all must be bigger on stage, Miss (Surname), or this story you have managed to create will be nonexistent for the audience. You do very nice subtle things – when you open your hand during the first bar after the gentlemen’s piece, it is ought to be a full opening of your entire arm. Subtle doesn’t work.”

You tried opening out, unbending your arm as your fingers spread. “Yes, better, and as you watch your arm or hand, particularly in the introduction, you want to make them head movements rather than just eyes, understand?”

The rain continued to beat against the windows as the sky slowly darkened. It was warm in the studio, though, and you hardly noticed as the minutes and hours passed, and the shrouded sun went down behind the hills. Having never properly watched yourself dance the piece in the mirrors, there was a lot to fix – and Madame Choi was a technique teacher, after all.

“I worked it out so that it wouldn’t affect the original choreography.” You told her at one point.

She shook her head, surveying the empty studio. “No, the class choreography will be changed. They will fit exactly to your solo. Go stage right at the end of that bar…you will lead them into a spiral shape for the climax, and then they’ll circle you. Break out for the final chorus. They will be in the background. Go to the front of the stage.”

You did so. If there was one thing you could let yourself predict about the coming days, it was that your class was not going to be happy, particularly about being in the background at the end. If they wanted credit just for ‘making you look pretty’ then it was at the end – one of the most memorable parts of the performance. However you couldn’t be bothered feeling any sympathy.

“What were you originally finishing in?” Madame Choi asked.

“An arabesque.” You told her.

She nodded. “Let me see your opening arabesque.”

You turned to the side and lifted your leg, your arms reaching out in front.

“And the one at the end?”

“It’s the same.” You replied.

“It shouldn’t be.” She said. “One would hope that you have changed from your childlike state at the beginning of the piece. You have now experienced ballet, but something must be different.”  She regarded your position. “Lift your leg above the ninety, arch your back up. Look proud, knowledgeable…yes, that’s it.”

You didn’t feel proud or knowledgeable, but you knew what she was getting at. You had to change from your discovery of ballet, to your joy at becoming a ballerina.

“Eight forty-eight.” Murmured Madame Choi, looking at her watch. “Once more time, Miss (Surname). And you will rehearse here tomorrow?”

“Yes Ma'am.” You nodded.

She sighed. “I don’t particularly like encouraging rule breaking, but Doctor Hill.” She trailed off, pursing her lips distastefully at the floor. Eventually she snapped out of it and looked at you. “Just try not to bring any attention to your rule breaking.”

You nodded, feeling kind of like you were co-conspirators, except she was your teacher.

“Alright, from the beginning, if you please.”

You flicked your iPod back to the start and began dancing once again. It was difficult remembering both the changes to the choreography and your general technique. Madam Choi, however, had managed to memorize your entire choreography, as well as the class’s in just two hours, and she called out when you got lost. With your concentration on technique and timing, there was little of the connection you’d felt when you’d first performed it tonight, but you didn’t mind.

There were only a few bars left, and you sautéed, jumping high, feeling the satisfying spring in your legs. You spun in your last pirouette, turning away from the windows.

Shinn Taeyeon was looking through the door window.

Shit! You stumbled in your landing.

“Control!” Madame Choi demanded. You frustratedly lifted your leg up in the final arabesque. Taeyeon was staring at your position contemptuously, her nostrils flared. The final note played, and you hurriedly went down. What the hell was she doing here? What if she told Jimin?

“That was good.” Madame Choi was saying. “Aside from the ending.”

“Yes Ma'am.” You murmured. Taeyeon finally made eye contact with you and smirked. Then she pushed the door open and walked in.

“Hey Ma'am!” She said, putting on a Barbie-fake smile.

Madame Choi’s usually scowling face brightened considerably. “Taeyeon! How are your classes going?” She asked, walking over to her.

“Good, thanks ma'am. I just saw you in here and thought I’d say hi.”

“Ah, yes, we were just rehearsing Miss (Surnames)’s solo for the review.” She gestured to you. “Have you met?”

Taeyeon gave you a horribly sweet smile. “Yeah, we’ve met. Hey, I thought you were sick or something?”

Yeah, coming to think of it, you did feel like vomiting. She was sickening.

Madame Choi leaned in conspiratorially. “Well, Doctor Hill’s given her one of those silly rest periods like he used to give Jimin. But Miss (Surname) really does have something to show everyone. You’ll be watching?” She inquired.

“Oh yes.” Taeyeon nodded. “Jimin and I are up against Master Jinho and Mistress Hyejin.”

Madam Choi laughed. “Evenly matched, I think. What are you dancing to?”

“Moonlight Sonata.” Taeyeon replied.

She nodded approvingly. “A good choice.”

“Yeah, we were going to go with Clair de Lune at first, but Jimin and I decided we’d have more chances to show our skill with Beethoven.” Thank God they weren’t doing Clair de Lune. Any remaining connection you had with that piece would have been crushed if you’d watch Jimin and Taeyeon dancing to it – no doubt, beautifully.

You knelt down and untied your pointe shoes. Madam Choi went on. “And how are your sisters? I heard Taeil’s got the solo for the Chinese Variation of the Nutcracker.”

“Yeah.” Said Taeyeon flatly. “It’s not very big, though. My Mom thought she could’ve aimed for better.”

“Ah, not everyone can be the Sugar Plum Fairy, though. I believe she’s just the right technique for the choreography.”

You quickly unplugged your iPod from the stereo. “Ma'am.” You said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I better go before its lights out.”

She turned round and gave you a pleasant smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. You might care to take some time to write down the notes I gave you.”

“I will, Ma'am.” You quickly curtsied a thank you and left, brushing past Taeyeon, who gave you a quick sneer before turning back to being a sickly sweet student.

You huffed as the door shut behind you. You liked Madame Choi – she was a great teacher – however you childishly thought that Taeyeon had brainwashed her.

Before you got to your dorm, you stopped into one of the alcoves and slipped your hoodie and trackpants back on.

The others were still lounging around in their PJs, chatting and reading magazines on the couches. You tried to be inconspicuous as you put your pointe shoes away and got out of your leotard and tights. Minjee, who hadn’t noticed you yet, was sitting with Seohyun, Hyeun and a few other girls from your class, complaining loudly. “Seriously, she was only like, a Coryphée, and yet she walks around like she’s the best teacher in the school.”

“Madame Choi is better than Madame Zhang, Minjee.” Yuna said, who’d been lying on another couch reading a Ballet Magazine. You thought back to lunchtime. Yuna had been there, but at least she’d said things a little more graciously than the others.

“Whatever.” Snorted Minjee, not bothering to look at Yuna. “At least Zhang let me fool around with Jongsoo between combinations.” Yeah, you thought to yourself, thank God for that. “Besides, it’s not like she wasn’t royally pissed off with little drama queen as well.”

“She was so stuck-up on the stairs.” Said Hyeun. “What a teacher’s pet.” You remembered how Minjee had insulted you the other day, and how Hyeun had snapped at her to shut up. It was ridiculous the way she and some of the others had changed sides so quickly. What a bunch of fake bitches. However maybe you would have been one of them when you were fifteen, but even then, you’d been smart enough not to be on anyone’s side other than you own.

One of the other gossiping girls leaned in excitedly. “I know, right? When I offered to help her with her solo, she went all snobby and told me to piss off. I mean, I was just offering to help her.”

“I guess it goes against her code of conduct to actually accept help from a first year.” Minjee said. “That’s why she thinks she’s so great – getting in with Park Jimin, Shinn Taeyeon and that Dawon girl.”

“They didn’t even want to talk to her.” Seohyun said with a giggle. “I mean, did you see the way Jimin walked out? Even people her own age can’t stand her massive ego.”

“Bighead (Name).” Minjee said with a smug smile.

You rolled your eyes, deciding you’d really rather not remain inconspicuous. “Wow Minjee.” You said, walking down the aisle of beds to them. “You learnt how to alliterate. Well done!”

She looked at you and stood up, undeterred. “I don’t think we invited you into this conversation, (Name).” She said your name tauntingly.

“Why not?” You said, smiling. “It’s not like I don’t already know what you think of me.” You sat down on the edge of one of the couches. “Go, talk.” You looked at the other girls, who sat looking down uncomfortably. “Or is it not so much fun insulting someone when you’re scared they’ll hear you?”

“We’re just saying it like it is, (Name).” Hyeun mumbled.

You laughed. “Hyeun, you really know nothing about me. And until you do, please stop basing me on ridiculous clichés you got off the Disney Channel. You have no evidence.” You knew you were only making things worse for yourself, but you really couldn’t be bothered.

Hyeun leapt up from the floor. “You are such a bitch!”

“I think we’ve already established that.” You said drawlingly.

“Really funny, (Name).” Minjee rolled her eyes, folding her arms.

You raised your eyebrows. “How so?”

“Ugh.” She huffed. “You’re pathetic.”

“And you’ve just run out of comebacks.”

Minjee looked you up and down then took a step towards you. “You really think you’re something, don’t you?”

“Well you’re sure making a big deal out of me, Minjee.” You told her, standing up from the edge of the sofa. You were towering a great deal over her. She glared up at you, narrowing her mascara-laden eyes.

“You’re gonna pay for being such a bitch.” She said quietly.

You rolled your eyes. “Where’s that from? James Bond?”

“God you’re a bitch!” She took another step towards you. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain across your cheek.

“What the hell?” She’d just slapped you!

“You deserve it!” She yelled.

“Are you fucking crazy!” You roared, some of your control going up with the pain in your cheek.

“Maybe, but at least I aren’t so damn stuck-up!”

“Why! Because I work hard and get results?”

“You don’t work hard! You don’t even have any experience! You’re too old!”

“What the heck is – ”

“Excuse me!” Every head snapped to the doorway.

Madame Hyejin stood there, wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. She looked frighteningly tall, and she began walking right towards you and Minjee. You’d both unconsciously stepped away from each other. “What on Earth is going on?” She demanded.

“We – ”

“I – ” Minjee and you began at the same time.

Madame Hyejin looked between the two of you, her hands on her hips. “How dare you both make such a racket! I should send you to Master Jinho right now! What happened?”

No one said anything.

Madame Hyejin looked at you and Minjee, studying you both closely. She looked carefully at your face. “She slapped you?”

You nodded tentatively. You hadn’t wanted to tell her. You didn’t need teachers to know about it – it was your fight.

“She led me on, Ma'am.” Minjee said hastily.

Madame Hyejin shook her head in disgust, her eyes on Minjee. “You know – I don’t care what you were arguing about! That behaviour is absolutely disgraceful!” She snapped back to you. “And for you to react by yelling! You could have walked away! This is absolutely appalling! Ballet Dancers pride themselves on having grace and manners no matter what the situation! By being at this school you adhere to those rules at all times!” She exclaimed, her hands flying up in the air. “I will think of a suitable punishment and you will both come to my office after classes tomorrow. Understand?”

You both nodded.

Madame Hyejin surveyed the rest of the dorm. “Everyone get to bed. And if anyone says a single word they will regret it. Miss (Surname), I would like to talk to you outside for a moment.” She spun on her heel and walked back out.

You followed her nervously.

Out in the cool corridor, Madame Hyejin sighed wearily. For the first time, you noticed the bags under her eyes.

“Miss (Surname) I understand how it must be hard for you to deal with little girls who are two years younger than you, however, you must have patience with them. God knows I do not need this after the past couple of days.” She said, putting two manicured fingers to her forehead.

You suddenly felt guilty, remembering where she must have been. “Ma'am. How is Jiwoo?” You asked.

She gave you a tired smile. “Miss Yang is recovering well. They expect only three more days in the hospital at most.”

“Will she be coming back?” You already knew the answer, but you had to get the confirmation.

Madame Hyejin was already shaking her head. “We don’t quite know how she well she will heal in the long-term, but certainly not this term.”

You nodded slowly. Your poor friend. You had been so consumed in your own drama for the past two days that you hadn’t though much about her.

“She is allowed to have visitors from Saturday on. She asked for you, would you like to go?”

“Of course.” You said nodding frantically.

“Good. Oh, and one last thing – Doctor Hill informed me of your concussion.”

You nodded, swallowing. You didn’t want to have to lie.

“I understand why you did not tell anyone sooner – Miss Yang’s injury was more severe, but I must stress the importance of reporting injuries. I certainly don’t want to have another student in hospital because she went to sleep and could not wake up again. Have you been taking your pills?”

“Yes Ma'am.” Well, you would take them in a minute…

“Good, now go and get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Ma'am.” You curtsied and went back inside. Everyone else was obediently 'asleep’ and you got into bed quietly.

Madame Hyejin was right – you did have to have patience with your classmates. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t prove your worth on Sunday. To your class, to Taeyeon and to Jimin?

Now you understood – it wasn’t to prove him wrong about you. If what you guessed from your talk with Dawon was correct, then you would not be proving anything to him. You would just be reminding him.

Slowly you drifted of to sleep. The memory of strong hands on your waist, a warm, tall body close to yours…and brown eyes…staring into yours as you stared into them with no pretence, no nervousness…just discovery.

Singing-Related Headcanons.

A special request from a friend ( StardewShindigs you should totally check them out~~ ) and also a celebration post!! (This blog hit 100 followers over night???? oh my goodness!!) Here is a long post that was a h*ck of a lot of fun to write! (I also didn’t know what to call this, the original title was “What Type of Singer is Your Spouse” but it kind of derailed so C: Here we go!)


- Alex - Alex doesn’t find himself singing too often, but if he gets a song stuck in his head he’ll start humming the tune and humming for him will almost always lead to him singing. While it’s mostly adorable- it can get a little repetitive, especially depending on the song.
- Elliott - Hoo-boy this fella can SING. He’s got a very strong and fairly deep voice for singing dramatic songs, but really he rocks practically all genres. I bet he hums a lot of songs most of the time, but humming can easily lead to singing in a matter of seconds; especially if his s/o joins in!
- Harvey - Harvey is very shy when it comes to singing, but he has a lot of cute, upbeat tunes in his head that he likes to quietly sing to himself while he does other things - typically while toying with his model planes. His voice might not be seen publicly as ‘great’ but honestly it isn’t bad; He’s got a very cute voice, just little practice with it.
- Sam - He’s a very energetic singer and loves to do it with a passion, and loves getting his s/o to sing with him! It’s just no secret for Sam to enjoy singing, but I bet you his guilty pleasure is singing Avril Lavigne songs. He probably gets really into it too, with energetic hip-swaying and such to follow.
- Sebastian - Sebastian doesn’t really like singing, and will very rarely do it, but every now and then you may catch him singing very quietly (and it’s usually to help his child(ren) get to sleep~) and he has one of the most soothing voices out there.
- Shane - Honestly if you can get this fella to sing you must have some kind of other worldly power; the only person who can get him to sing at all is typically Jas+him already being in a good mood. The times that this has happened though, you can bet Jas got him to sing parts of Disney songs with her.


- Abigail - It’s pretty rare for Abigail to sing when people are around, however it is definitely a habit of hers when she knows no one is going to hear. The few times she has sang with other people around was when she and Sam were super caffeinated and he got her to do silly duet songs with him. Sebastian definitely recorded it much to her disliking lol.
- Emily - If this girl could sing and dance everywhere she would, she’s super energetic and sings all types songs- sometimes not even songs but just makes up rhymes for what she’s currently doing, turning them into little tunes!
- Haley - Haley, like her sister, does like to sing too, but she’s much less practiced on it and though she has a voice for higher notes, it’s hard for her to hit them. However, her voice is so sweet she fits the ‘singing princess’ category perfectly in movies and shows! Hearing her sing quietly to her children is an absolutely heart warming scene.
- Leah - She doesn’t straight up sing too often but she does love humming while she works, and typically (After marriage, as her cabin doesn’t have one) will have a radio playing quietly in the background while she does her work. The cutest thing is to come across her while she’s searching for berries and such for her salads, hearing her hum while she does it!
- Maru - While she is like Leah and typically only sings or hums while working, she has a very pretty voice for singing. She, like Sebastian, can be a little shy about singing for people though, but she takes a lot less persuasion than her brother would. Just imagine her tinkering with a robot and singing a little song omg.
- Penny - This girl, loves, singing. She’s practically the shyest out of everyone- maybe just with Sebastian being a little bit more than her. But her voice; it is the sweetest thing ever! Vincent and Jas have both definitely asked her to sing during their school hours before, and if you ever bring it up she will get super flustered. But maybe, she’ll sing for you sometime~ C:

uniquelygothic  asked:

What was your favourite parts in the movie? I'd love to hear what touched you.

Ooooh boy…

I apologize in advance for how long this is going to be, but I feel the need to get it out. The movie in it’s entirety struck a cord with me, but there was a moment that really struck home and I’m sure it had an effect on all of us in some way.

This scene right here-

I mean it is a pretty somber moment, and the music in this sort of montage that plays fits perfectly. It’s hurts the heart to see and it really did hit home with me. Now I may be gettin’ a bit too personal here, but I think a lot of people who have family members in their life just walk out or mistreat them can sympathize and feel the pain Jim’s feeling. I certainly do, because I had an abusive father. I was around young Jim’s age here when I realized that. He didn’t have any love for me or my younger siblings and he was never home; in fact he was behind bars for several years and though is out now doesn’t care to even acknowledge we exist. Now Jim’s father may have loved him and left for important reasons, but we ndon’t really know. Young me could relate to the pain of having someone just leave and not seem to care.

And seeing his poor mother like this; it’s something I’ve seen in my own mother who raised us on our own our entire lives. It’s heartbreaking, but it was relatable. I felt connected to this movie; maybe just for my own personal projection of my own life on to it, but it helped me cope. I didn’t feel as alone. That I wasn’t the only one who could go through something like this, and that is very important to realize and learn at a young age.

Also this right here-

Again, maybe it’s just personal feelings projecting onto this movie, but I felt this was a moment Jim realized that he didn’t necessarily need his father in his life. He could just let him go. That there could be others and would be others that would help him grow, teach him, and encourage him. It doesn’t all have to come from one source. He could be happy and move on and be supported and in turn support others.

This helped me to grow as a person, to accept the things that had happened, to let them go, and to move forward.

And also here at the end.

Everything came together for him. He’s surrounded by the mother that worked so hard to care for him; that sacrificed for him. He’s surrounded by the friends he’s made; that also love and care for him. He also seems to have gained some self confidence and pride; like all the doubts he once had are finally lifted. There is hope. There are people who will be there for you (even if they take some time to meet) and people that do care for you. Sometimes it’s just hard to see at first, but here…

I mean look at him. It’s like he’s just soaking in all he’s got; not just in the moment, but for the future. Everything’s going to be okay. Life can be miserable, but there’s always tomorrow and there will always be people willing to listen.

I took a lot from this movie growing up, and I think it’s helped me more then I ever thought an animated film could. I’m even more thankful however that it’s helped and inspired so many others as well.

I’m sorry for spillin’ my guts like this, but now I’d like to know:

What touched you the most? What part made you laugh the most? What did you find the most relatable? I would really love to hear it!! Also thank you for asking me! I may have thrown out more then you were expecting, but I do appreciate your time. <3

Thank you again!!

Also the screencaps were acquired from [here]

anonymous asked:

I'm like 95% sure Alex is wearing those black jeans in the photo. Maybe they are so tight, he can't always get them off, so just he lives in them lol.

He is probably wearing them, he’s been living in those jeans since December and he wore them a lot on tour. Maybe he just feels comfortable in them, he’s had them since 2008 I think and they just fit his body perfectly now, like they are a part of him. I‘m not complaining though, he can keep wearing them forever because they show off everything.

I have this mental image of him getting them on by jumping up and down and wiggling his butt and then kind of lying on the floor pulling them off after a long day, he’d probably need some help taking them off too.

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You Scared of Me Now, Babydoll? (Part 4)

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Summary: You’re assigned to an actual job by Negan. But is it really what you want?

Word Count: 1,337

Warning(s): Language, some graphic Walker killing

A/N: I apologize for this chapter being on the shorter side! Trust me, smut is in the future! I just have to build plot and tension ;) Masterlist is here. Enjoy!

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You had trouble sleeping that night. Mainly because even though Negan was a whole floor above you, you could still hear him in his bedroom with one of his other wives. You thought if they were any louder, the bed might as well fall down through the ceiling.

You found yourself wondering why you were even attracted to him. The thought of him screwing these other women disgusted you. But why was he so taken by you? Why make you a wife when you told him you weren’t going to sleep with him? Why were you so special?

All of these thoughts danced around in your head the entire night.

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Anything but Logical.- CH

Just a lil something something for @felicityash, @tadpolehemmings and @pretendtobepunkrock CEO!5sos blurb night! I’m currently sat in my university library and the temptation to write instead of studying got the better of me! 


You had always been logical. Everything made sense when you saw everything by numbers and cold hard facts. Logic. It’s where your head felt the safest and it was what had gotten you so far in your career.

But Calum Hood was anything but logical.

That was the beauty of you two, whatever you were, it was something and it had shook your world. You didn’t know that it would have been the last time you kissed him, or the last time your voices would have raised at each other as you argued over what film to watch. You didn’t know that the last time you would make him laugh would be because you had forgot to turn the taps on the bath off, he had found you in a mountain of bubbles and his laugh was so loud that his eyes filled with tears. You never took the moment to stop and admire how beautiful it was. How beautiful he was. But you didn’t know it would be the last time. You didn’t know anything. Everything about him was unpredictable.

You are snapped back to reality by a slight jab in your leg and it takes you a second to realize where you are. A morning meeting. Company managers from all different regions waiting on your every word. A place at the head of the table wasn’t easy to achieve but you had payed your price and sold parts of your soul to get here but it was worth it and no one could take that away from you.

Your eyes search the room frantically but all you are met with are several pairs staring right back at you waiting for an answer. But only one pair catch your attention.

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Imagine cheating on your boyfriend with Sonny

(A/N: Contains emotional abuse and cheating.)

Imagine cheating on your boyfriend with Sonny

You were the small town Fairytale.

First you were childhood best friends, then you were still best friends as you got older, then he asked you out and you were your High-school favourite couple. Voted cutest couple. Prom king and Queen  both your families loved the other, making jokes about your future kids and inevitable wedding.

You and him were the ultimate American high school sweethearts.

Everyone in your small town thought you were going to be together forever,do did he and back then so did you.

Justin Wheeler lived the American dream. He was tall, dark, handsome. Athletic, to the point he was soon Captain of the Football team. He could have any girl be wanted and he wanted you. Only God knows why, up until he asked you he was just your best friend. You didn’t have any romantic feelings towards him but when he asked everyone expected you to say, yes, so you did.
As you progressed through your relationship you grew to develop the feelings he obviously had for you. Sure, you fell in love with him. But when he said it to you the first time, you lied. He never could tell though.

You think you stayed so long because he brought you comfort. He was your best friend and you had fun. After high-school and when you moved away he reminded you of home.

You were always an over-achiever. You liked working and you knew what you wanted to do ever since you are seven. It was careers day and one of your classmates brought their Grand Uncle in who was a Captain in the Philadelphia Police Department. Everyone else in your class ignored his speech and asked about his gun but you listened. He helped people everyday,  put away bad guys and no one day as a police officer was ever like another. You feel in love.

After high-school you both moved to Philadelphia to attend Penn State. You on a academic scholarship and him on an athletic one. You took Criminology and did it in three years over the usual four. Which meant dispute living together you barley ever saw each other. You knew Justin had hoped that after it all out would have gone back to how it was in high school but as soon as you finished joined the police department. Much to Justin’s distain. He didn’t like the idea of you becoming a cop,  he wanted you to do something else, something safe. He also assumed that after college you would move back home which was something you didn’t want. Your  town was too small for your big dreams.

While you were in the academy he constantly told you that you could have done something better with your life considering how smart you were. Always trying to get you to reconsider becoming a cop in the big city and moving back home with him. His Dad ran a successful Car business throughout the state and he was planning on taking over.

But you couldn’t just be his housewife.

You reasoned with him and he eventually gave in. He took over the Philadelphia division of his families business and by that time you are a Patrol cop.

Things died down after that. Things got better between you two. You both actually spent time together again. You wanted to make things work. You thought he was your forever.

Things got better and then they went bad again.  Your supervisor had suggested you take the detectives exam after only four years on the job, which was practically on heard off but he said you had talent and were wasted as a uniform. You took the test definitely expecting to fail, but you passed with flying colours and were officially a detective.

He celebrated with you. Buying you presents and throwing a party. You were so happy but as soon as you became a Detective. Things went bad again. You spend more and more time at work because you had to. He didn’t understand that being with a cop meant adjusting. He was unwilling constantly arguing with you about the fact you are always at work and never at home with. You tired to reason with him but he was unfazed and unwilling to change.

That was two years ago. You took on one less tour at work to appease him. From that point is when you realised you weren’t in love anymore, though looking back you don’t think you ever were. You realised only dated him because every expected you too. You never liked him romantically despite how much as you wish you did. You just didn’t. You fell in love with the idea of being in love with your best friend. The fantasy of falling and spending the rest of your life with the person who’d grown up with. Who doesn’t want to spend their life with their best friend? You certainly did but not now. You weren’t in love with him and you weren’t even his best friend anymore. He wasn’t the same person he was bitter, resentful and belittling but he was still in love with you, apparently.

You spent the rest of the next year, trying to work up the courage to break it off. You tried but whenever you’d start to talk about your relationship he’d shut you down. Distract you, do anything for you to stop talking about it. He’d bring up weddings, marriage, kids and the future. Even bringing in your parents, who loved him and reminding you that they were so excited to see the two of get married. Looking back on it now, you realise that what he was doing, he was making you feel guilty about even thinking about leaving him. Reminding you about ho long you’ve been together and how much he has sacrificed for you. Making sure you’d never leave him.

Ever since you both left College he’d been trying to propose but you always made a big deal of being too busy for anything. You knew however he proposed, it would be big,extravagant and public. You couldn’t reject him like that.

So you lived in misery up until last year. That’s when you were offered a transfer to Manhattan SVU in New York. You met Lieutenant Benson and Sergeant Tutuola after they came down to liaison on case. Someone who they had put away had been realised and seemed to have resurfaced in your neck of the woods. They were impressed by you and you had left it slip to Lieutenant Benson that you weren’t exactly happy. So she suggested a fresh start in a new city with new people. You took it as soon as she finished her sentence.

You put in transfer papers that evening.

That same evening, you went home adamant on telling him it was all over. That you were leaving and not planning to ever return to your childhood town, a dream he clung onto and often referenced. You got home and told him everything, how you were feeling and what you planned on doing. You said your part only to be met with a blank look and then a smile. He laughed and said you were talking nonsense. That you was moving was fine, he was willing to try long distance. You argued back saying that wasn’t what you wanted.

He insisted though that you were saying such ‘idiotic’ things because you had assumed that he wouldn’t want to try long distance but for you, he’d do anything. Then he grabbed your arm, a grip much harder than usual,reminding you that you’d never be alone your entire life. How would you cope, survive,live. He was circling you, breathing heavy, shooting these questions at you so fast that you couldn’t give him answers. Then he smiled, gave you a kiss on the cheek and told you everything will be okay because you had him.

Yes, you had him and he had you, under his control.

You moved to New York and it was the best decision you had ever made. You got yourself an apartment in the city and officially transferred to Manhattan SVU. Five out of the seven days in the week, you were free from him. You had agreed to go back every weekend, but for five days you got what you wanted.

On your first day at SVU, you feared that you wouldn’t meet the standard and get sent back. Manhattan SVU was infamous department, it had apprehended some of the biggest criminals on the east coast. They were one of the only departments in the whole country to actively try and almost succeed at getting rid of their rape-kit backlog. They had high expectations and you could only hope you could meet them. 

Liv had explained to you the dynamics of the squad. You had met her and Sergeant Tutuola, though he insisted on you calling him Finn. Their were four other people on the ‘squad’ that hadn’t met. Their was Detective Amanda Rollins who was Finn’s partner, their was ADA Rafael Barba who wasn’t technically on the squad but was close enough, then their was Sergeant Mike Dodds, who was technically your Sergeant and finally Detective Dominick Carisi Jr, your partner and preferred to be called Sonny.

You were nervous about meeting everyone but especially nervous about meeting your new partner. You had always had good partners in the past and you feared what would happen if you didn’t get along with your new one.

Despite your fears, you got along with everyone when you eventually started. You fit perfectly in to the squad, though you soon realised that it was more of a family. Everyone had each others back. They were more than just a police department, they were a unit bonded by the drive o deal with the most sordid crimes in existence.

You got along with everybody but you really got along with your new partner.Sonny. He wasn’t anyone you’d met before. He was kind and sensitive but he could be scary and intimidating when he wanted too which was rare. He loved his family like you did yours. He loved kids as much as you did. You were a bit cold when you first met but you soon relaxed and became what he describe is a ‘complete and utter weirdo’. The two were great partners and had even better chemistry. You won’t say that you don’t find him attractive. He was extremely handsome.

The first year at SVU was one of the best years in your life. You finally found a home and that sense that the Captain you met when you were seen talked about. Despite still being in  a relationship with someone you didn’t love. When you were in New York, when you were with Sonny, you forgot all about him.

Being partners meant you grew extremely close. Working at SVU meant lots of late nights which meant a lot of late nights at the station with Sonny. Doing paperwork, just talking to make sure each of you were still awake.

You waled about a lot things during your late nights. You childhoods, dreams, ambitions and yourselves. You were from a small town that no one has ever heard and he was from one of the famous cities in the world. You both were super close to your mothers. He had three sisters while you were only child. You soon learned everything about each other, he was your best friend.

As weeks and months passed your ‘liking’ towards him grew and grew until you felt something towards him that you hadn’t ever felt before. It took a while but you soon understood, realised what it was. It was love. True love. You didn’t know how he felt but you certainly knew how you did.

As much as the two of you talked their was one thing that you never went into detail about. Your relationship. Sonny knew you had a boyfriend and that was only because you had a picture of you two on your desk. He’d given it to you, a gift, so even when you were away, he was still with you. You never brought him, Sonny always did and when he did you’d stop, taken aback. You think he figured out that their wasn’t something, right about the two of you. He tried getting it out of you but you always resisted, trying to gloss over the topic as soon as possible, so you could go back to pretending.

You were always tense on Fridays. Friday night is when you took the train back to Philadelphia to go back to him. Every weekend. You found yourself curing every Friday morning as you packed your bag, promising this would be the last but it never was. You knew Sonny had realised that you were always different on Friday. You assume he’d grown tired of you being tense and miserable every Friday.

It was late one Thursday night at the office when he finally asked you about it. You were talking about something random when you suddenly caught sight of of the clock. Just gone midnight. You took a quick look at his picture and you sighed.

“What is it with you and Fridays?” Sonny asked causally having just watched your little realisation.
“What do you mean?” you questioned, playing it off.

“You’re always weird on a Friday.” he elaborated.

“How so?” you asked playing along casually.

“You’re tense.” he continued.

“Well I’m always tense. You know how stressful it is working with you? ” you joked dryly in your usual fashion.

“Yeah, but you know most people relax on Fridays. It’s the end of the week, everyones looking froward to the weekend. But not you. Which you assume you would be considering you go see your boyfriend every weekend.” he explained.

“Sonny, I am fine.” you reassured with a smile looking up from your paperwork.

“Yeah, you are on everyday that isn’t a Friday.” he commented, studying your face.

“Have you got a problem?” you accused extremely uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I do because you have one. You’re my partner Y/N. If you’ve got a problem then so do I” he countered as if he’d been holding onto these feelings for a long time.

“How many times do I have to say ‘I’m okay’ before you believe me?” You asked with a sigh.

“Until you stop saying it and tell me what’s really going on.” he countered.

“There is nothing to tell.” you defended.

“Okay so why do you always so tense on a Friday?  Why do you never talk about your boyfriend? And most importantly why do you flinch when someone mentions him? Why do you flinch when you see his picture?” he ranted as if asking these hurt him physically.

You couldn’t come up with an answer. You mumbled inaudibly unable to give an answer. You were helpless.

“What does he do to you, Y/N?” Sonny asked suddenly his voice sincere and worried.

He was looking dead at you. Pain in his eyes. You think he thought Justin was beating you. The look he gave you was hurt and heartbreaking.

“He doesn’t hit me. I know you think he does but he doesn’t. He’s never hit me, he’s grabbed me a few times but never hit me.” you reassured.

“That’s good.” he nodded, “What is it?”

You looked around cautiously ensuring , "It’s hard to explain.”

"I’ve got time.” he smiled sadly.

You both moved into the lock so no one could overhear. He also pushed a chair against the door so no one could come in. And you talked for what seemed like forever.

You told him about you guys met, how you got together, the life you’d had, how’d you tried to leave. Multiple times. You told him about all the things he said to you. How constantly insulted you and belittled your life choices. Always telling could have done better, be better. You told him that you had tried to leave, so many times but he’d get you to stay. Remind you that you needed him and how deserted both your families would be if you left. How sad your little town would be to see their golden couple broken after all this time. You told him that you don’t think you were ever in love it was just convent to be together, safe, familiar but now you felt trapped. Drowning, even. you told him that you kept telling yourself that this would be it, the last weekend but it never was. You kept going back because he controlled you and you didn’t know how.

“Y/N, he’s manipulating you.” Sonny stated leaning forward head in hands.

“I told you he doesn’t hit me.” you argued.

“He doesn’t need to. He’s using your emotions against you. trying to make you feel guilty about not being in love with him anymore.” he explained.

“No.” you whispered unable to believe it.

“Y/N. He only tells you that everyone will be disappointed in you and that you can’t live without him so you don’t leave.” he continued, looking back at you.

“No.” you repeated.

“Y/N, he’s controlling you.” he pleaded with you.

“But I do this job. I know the signs…” you fumbled unable to comprehend.

“You can see it everyday. You can deal with it and get people out of it everyday. But when it happens to you. You can be blinded. It’s not your fault. He made you think this way.” he explained.

“How could he do this to me? People don’t do this to people they love? How can he do this? He told me he loved me, how can do this?” you questioned, tears spilling down your face.

Sonny grabbed you and pulled you in. You sobbed into his chest as he placed kisses on the top of your head. He rocked you, gently.

“I don’t know. I don’t know how anyone could do this to you. You’re the funniest, strongest most amazing woman I’ve ever met. I don’t understand how anyone could do this to anyone let alone you. Only monsters do this. ” he comforted.

“Strongest?” you scoffed in disbelief.

“Hell yes, strongest. You’ve been doing everything you can to get out of this relationship. Your surviving it.” he reasoned.

“I’m surviving it but I’m not getting out of it.” you reminded, shaking your head.

“Y/N, you’ve dedicated your life to helping people, saving people from situations like these. Let someone help you. Let me help you but I can only do that if you want me to.” he informed but he was begging for you to agree.

“Please.” you agreed.

“Okay, good. Really good.” he nodded, flashing you a smile of relief at you.

‘What are we going to do?” you asked.

“First off you’re not going back their today and not ever.” he stated, “You didn’t leave anything of yours their did you?”

“No,” you informed, “I brought everything with me and whatever I take, I bring back.”

“Good, save me a trip.” he said standing up and beginning to pace.

“Sonny, if I don’t go. He’ll call and ask what I’m doing.” you mentioned.

“Then you won’t answer the phone.” he replied.

“But if I don’t answer he comes to my apartment here. Last time I tried, he came to my apartment and I lied and told him I was at work when he found me there.” you explained.

“You can stay at mine for the weekend.” he offered.

“I couldn’t do that to you…” you went to dispute.

“No, please. You won’t be any trouble or inconvenience. You can stay as long as you need.” he insisted.

“Are you sure?” you questioned.

“It’s the least I can do for you. You’ve done so much for me. For everyone.” he nodded.

“Thank you.” you said standing up.

“Don’t thank me. I would do anything for you. You’re…” he sighed.

You gave him a sad smile, understanding. You both went home after that. He told you to pack a bag and bring it to work later and you’d go home together. For once you felt normal on a Friday. The day seemed to go in high speed. Soon enough you found yourself staring at the clock, the bad by your feet, stewing yourself out. Then you felt Sonny’s hand on shoulder and he lead you to apartment.

It was exactly liked you’d expected. A man cave but due to all the women in his life it was well kept and clean. He insisted you sleep in his room while he crash on the couch. You protested but he won. you got settled for an hour. Sonny had taken your phone so if he did call you you wouldn’t get the call. Later he called you out of your room for Chinese on the couch while you watched a cheesy movies. One of your favourites.

He kept you entertained, making you laugh, smile. You kept catching yourself watching him laugh and just admiring and how wonderful he was and how lucky you were. You felt that overwhelming feeling, you wanted to tell him but refrained afraid he wouldn’t feel the same and even he did would he want to after all this.

You’d finished eating. You were both at other lying on the sofa. Legs on other ends but meeting each other in the middle, relaxing in silence.

“Hey Sonny, whats going to happen after this weekend?” you asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” he replied.

“After this weekend, after next week, next weekend. What am I going to do? I can’t come here every weekend.” you elaborated.  

“Break up with him.” he suggested.

“Tried that.” you reminded once again.

“Not with me.” he corrected.

“What do you mean?” you questioned.

“I mean this time around. I’m going to support you. Make sure you can get out and stay out. Hopefully, it will be easy. He lives in a different city, you haven’t got anything to go back to in Philly. You’ve got a home here. Though, since he knows where you live, you might need to get a new apartment but you can stay with me until you find one. And if does bother you, here we can get a restraint order so he doesn’t come around you. If we can’t get him on the abuse will get him if he harasses you after.” he explained.

“You’d do that for me?” you asked staring at him with wide eyes.

“How many times do I have tell you? I’d do anything for you.” he reassured taking your hands.

“I know. It’s just hard to believe sometimes.” you smiled sadly.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” he asked.

“Of course.” you agreed.

“I know this is bad time. Ma, always said I gad awful timing but I don’t think I can go another moment without telling you this.  I’ve always liked you, you know that. But for the past few months it’s grown into something more. I had a crush…What I’am trying to say is i really really like you and not in a friend way. In a romantic one and to be honest I don’t just like you. I think I’m in love with you.” he admitted.

“You love me?” you whispered.

“I know this is really bad time and you don’t need this right now. But yeah. I’ve known for a long time and I didn’t say anything because you were in a relationship and I didn’t think you’d like me back. And I don’t want you to think I’m doing all this to win points. i’d do it even if I wasn’t because you’re so nice to everyone. You don’t deserve it…” he began to ramble.

“I love you too.” you interrupted.

“What?” he questioned taking a deep breath.

“I said I love you too. For a long time. For almost nine years I thought I was in love but then I met you and I finally realised what love was.” you explained.

“You love me back.” he rejoiced, grabbing you and pulling you towards him.

He pulled your face close to his. His hands on his cheek as you held his wrists. With his thumbs he was wiping tears.

“You love me back.” he repeated, his own tears spilling.

You nodded. He leaned in about to kiss you before stopping.

“We shouldn’t.” he commented.

“Why not?” you questioned inching closer.

“You’re still in a relationship even if it’s with the scum of the earth.” he reminded.

“That relationship was over two years ago. You helped me see that. Today, it’s not even a relationship. You have to want to be in a relationship and I don’t want to.” you explained befriend kissing him yourself.

The force and surprise of it caused him to fall backwards, you on top of him. You were still kissing. You hands all over each other until he suddenly pulled away and grabbed your face again.

“Are you sure?” he asked for reassurance, “You’re emotional right now. I don’t want you to regret our first time. I don’t want to take advantage.”

“Sonny, if their is one thing I’m sure about it’s how it’s how I feel about you. Someones been taken advantage of me for the last few years. I know what it is like. For once I’m making this decision, for me. And about regrets. I wouldn’t regret anything with you.” you reassured.

He gave you a quick smile before pulling you in again. You continued to kiss as he tugged your shirt off and you his. He picked you up, whispering he didn’t want to do this here. He carried you to the bedroom, kicked the door shut behind him.

JACK'S DATE - a Jack Maynard imagine

You and Jack had agreed early on that you would take alternating turns in organising dates. It was currently his turn and anyone who asked him about what he had planned would meet a very proud version of Jack Maynard. Your usual dates were often laid back visits to each other’s apartments or simple dinners out or a trip to the movies. They were nice and enjoyable; always something to look forward too. Jack had, however, wanted a change this time round. He had organised something special. When you had asked him why afterwards, he would simply shrug.

“There’s no reason why not,” he would say. “I just wanted to do something special for us.”

Now, Jack had managed to keep this date very secretive. One of his greater traits was his ability to keep secrets and so, you trusted him with everything. This time though, it kept you on edge; with excitement or nerves, you weren’t really sure. You just wanted to know what he had planned but he refused to tell you. All he had let slide was that it would be happening tonight and even then, he had only told you that morning when you had met for a late breakfast at a local cafe.

“Jack!” you said, after finding that out. “Please give me more than that!”

He had just smirked, shook his head and said, “Look, let’s go back to mine after. We can hang out beforehand.”

The sly subject change had annoyed you slightly but you were more than glad to get to spend time with Jack in the comfort of his home. You also hadn’t seen Conor or Josh in a while and decided it would be good to see them as well. At the flat, you both just hung out, talking and playing Fifa with Conor and Josh. It was a relaxed and lovely afternoon that channeled the vibes of your usual dates with Jack.

“Jack,” you said as you kept your attention on the screen, trying to beat Conor at the game. “If this whole afternoon was the secret you’ve been keeping, then I’ve been excited for no reason.”

When there was no sassy reply, you turned around to see that Jack had gone. He wasn’t anywhere in the living area, the kitchen or anywhere in sight. The strange thing was, you hadn’t even heard him leave.

“I think he’s gone to his room,” Josh said as he scrolled through his phone.

You nodded a thanks and handed him the controller to finish the match for you. Standing up, you headed over to Jack’s room, where the door was shut. With a light knock, you opened the door.


The room was empty but before you turned to head back out to the corridor to keep searching, you saw a dress laid out on his bed. Moving closer, you saw that it was a gorgeous red number, something you would often admire in the shop window but be too nervous to actually buy. Beside it was a small note and on it, in Jack’s scrawled handwriting, it said that it was for you and that you should put it on. You smiled and looked back at the lovely dress. Upon inspection, it appeared to be just your size and though you were weary that it may not flatter your body, you went to try it on. It seemed to fit perfectly, though there wasn’t a mirror in the room for you to see. The way it hugged your body made you feel beautiful and want to see how it looked.

You picked up the note again and turned it over to see if you had missed anything.

“Go look in the mirror in the hall, love,” it said.

Chuckling to yourself, that’s what you did. As you walked out, you could hear Conor and Josh still at the TV. The mirror was just down the corridor and at its top, rested another note. You took in your reflection before reading it. You were surprised at how you appeared. You actually looked really nice. Pulling out the elastic from your hair, you ran a hand through it and pushed it to the side. With your hair out, the outfit looked amazing.

You then turned your attention to the new note which said, “Go show Conor and Josh how you look, if you’re still unsure. They’ll tell you how amazing you look. Then, front door.”

Laughing, you went to the living room where as soon as you walked in, Conor and Josh went silent.


“Y/N! You look amazing!!”

“Thanks, guys,” you laughed, you were having a lot of fun with this. “Jack got it for me.”

They nodded, saying something about Jack’s good taste and continued to assure you that you looked great. They then reminded you about heading to the front door (clearly having been in on this whole thing, the entire time). You headed over and saw that where your dusty Converse had previously sat, was the perfect pair of heels to go with your dress. Smiling, you thought, Jack does have a very good sense of fashion. There was no note this time but you put the shoes on, anyway. As you did, there was a light knock at the door in front of you.

“I’ll get it, guys,” you called to the two boys back in the apartment. “I’m here anyway.”

Opening it, you couldn’t help but gasp and let out a small laugh. There stood Jack (you had almost forgotten that you had been looking for him) knocking at his own front door. He held out a bunch of your favourite flowers and was dressed in a dark blue suit. His tie was red to match your dress and his hair, as usual, was swept back. It was a different look for Jack but he looked amazing.

“Hi,” he said softly, with a beaming grin.

“Jack!” you laughed before enveloping him in a tight hug.

He pulled away and brought you close for a light kiss, before whispering, “You look beautiful as always. I knew that dress was for you.”

You blushed and simply replied, “You should wear suits more often, mister.”

He laughed that lovely laugh that you loved, before taking your hand and leading you out of the apartment.

“We’re going out for dinner,” he called to Josh and Conor.

They called some sort of acknowledgment.

Jack then closed the front door behind him, “Surprise! This wouldn’t have been the same if I had told you about it, would it? Now, let’s go get to that fancy restaurant that I’ve booked.”

Part of the DATE series.

deathbycaptainswan  asked:

Heyy! I dont know if your taking prompts right now but i really love your fics and would like to know if you can write a smutty fic of Killian noticing Emma's flowery shirts which ive seen on the show are pretty :)

Thank you!! Gonna try to get this one done quickly. Clothes porn? Clothing kink? Height differences???? Puns????????? Who knows. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

He’s used to her in leather. He likes the leather, he likes that in this simple way they are once more kindred spirits. He likes her sweaters – though he likes her more without, for when he peels the warm cloth from her body she never fails to tuck her body against his, claiming, “It’s fucking cold, Killian.”

He loves her trousers, the nigh-obscene way they cling to her legs and her shapely hips, and the boots that reach for her knees and give her enough height so that he doesn’t have to quite bend in two to kiss her.

(Though he loves her, too, in her stocking feet, when she allows herself to feel vulnerable and their bodies fit together perfectly – her head on his shoulder, tucked just under his chin.)

But there’s been a change recently, and one he’s not entirely opposed to.

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I Need You - Sami Zayn Imagine

A/N: This is my first attempt at smut writing so bare with me, I know it’s not the best but I tried.

Sami Zayn writing prompt request by @gelinas22 - If you are still doing the numbered prompts #4 with Sami please and thank you

Prompt: “Let’s do it now”

Word Count: 1,208

Imagine having your first date with Sami where he reveals how he feels about you and things get a little steamy towards the end.

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Yayyyyy this is the specific Hanfu that I’ve ordered for Lotus and even though in real life the outfit is a bit too large for her (since most of the Taobao stores sell clothes that fit regular size MSD), the colour and design of the dress are just so lovely and it looks great on her XD Also I let her try out this pair of eyes from @sproutybjd and it matches with her outfit perfectly <3 

Sunsets and Stars (A Minghao Imagine)

Heyyy! Admin Erika here. This is my first time writing a fanfic. Also the first time to use tumblr, so I apologize for mistakes. It’s not really a great story, but I hope you’ll like it! I actually made this as thanks for 100 followers. I was already writing something but I squeezed this story out from my brain until it dried out and overcame writer’s block! Yaaay. Lol

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“It’s just that I don’t really like it when you tease me like that.” Minghao whined. God, why is he so adorable? “I know you know that I’m aware when you’re trying to make me jealous.” He slightly pouted, annoyance clearly evident in his voice. But you clearly weren’t taking this seriously, not mindful that he really got angry this time.

It’s because you’re like this that I like teasing you, you thought to yourself. How can he be so adorable even when he gets upset?

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” You chuckled a little. “I promise.”

“You better.” He crossed his arms.

“But you didn’t really have to be that mean to Jun. Poor guy left early, missing the sunset.” He didn’t really plan to watch it. Just the usual partners in crime (in teasing, for this matter) trying to mess with Minghao. You both apparently find it amusing. He left early just as he intended to do, to leave you love birds some privacy.

“So I’m the bad guy here, now?” He sighed and walked away from you. He stomped along the way and it left footprints in the sand as he walked barefoot.

Being the mischievous little girl you are, you constantly come up with ways to tease your boyfriend. He’s already aware of this side of you, he liked every part of you so every time you mess around him, he forgives you easily. So it left you in shock when he left you standing there, guilt crawling all over you.

You planned a little trip to the beach as a break from all the stressful things in uni. He was looking forward to this as there were little to no alone time between you two. But your naughty self couldn’t contain your misfits as you tried to make him jealous by calling Jun, his best friend, to join you. You only talked to him and you kept on laughing with him as the three of you sits by the beach side, waiting for the sunset. Minghao always gets jealous whenever you and Jun are together. Both of you are so mischievous and alike that Minghao sometimes bitterly jokes how both of you fit each other. He’s always been like this, taking things so seriously. Not that you hate it anyway.

You cleared your thoughts and tried to call him back. When he doesn’t answer, you ran to catch him but he noticed this even when he’s turned his back to you and ran as well. You kept shouting his name, not minding the stares a few people gave you. The beach is almost empty, but there’s a few people here and there, probably who’s also planning to watch the sunset.

You stopped a little to catch your breath. Damn him and his stamina. Even if he’s skinny and lanky, he’s got strength and muscles gained from years of b-boying and martial arts.

You rested your arms on your knees but when you looked up,
your boyfriend was out of sight. You stood straight and looked around but there were no signs of a certain Chinese guy.

You tried to look around more and even went back to the parking lot but you couldn’t find him. You thought of calling him but dismissed the thought when you realized you left your phones inside the car. After ten whole minutes frantically finding Minghao, you decided to take a break and found a small cottage nearby. As you walked near it, you noticed that certain that Chinese guy you were frantically searching for was standing beside it. You sped up your pace, relieved that you finally found him.

“Minghao! I’m really sor–” You stopped in your tracks as you noticed that he was looking at his feet, his cheeks tinted red. You were about to ask him what’s wrong when suddenly you heard sounds of pleasure coming from the small cottage you were about to enter in. Your face in turn blushed, too.

Minghao noticed your presence, immediately taking your hand and leading you to run away from that place. You shivered, realizing that you were about to enter that cottage and witness strangers doing ‘it’. If it wasn’t for Minghao and their loud moans, your innocent eyes would’ve been tainted. You didn’t know people could actually do something so intimate in a public place like a beach.

He stopped under a palm tree and you both huffed, trying to catch your  breaths. Moments passed by and your erratic breathing was exchanged with awkward silence.

“I’m sorry.” You broke the silence. “I won’t make any excuses. I just want to apologize for making you upset. I didn’t realize I was taking it too far.”

You looked at him, only to see that he was looking at the sunset. You don’t know if he heard you, but he didn’t answer you. You sighed and decided not to bother him any longer.

After with what seems like forever, he suddenly spoke. “We almost missed watching the sunset together.” You were surprised by his gentle voice. It was as if he already forgot the little catastrophe you created earlier. But what really amazed you was that he still thought of your initial plan, to watch the sunset together.

Minghao was mad, there’s no doubt about it. But after running a bit and refreshing his thoughts, his anger dissipated and was replaced by his desire to be with you. He couldn’t stay mad at you, he loved you too much for that.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for almost ruining our little time together.” You apologized again. “Actually, I think I already did.”

He looked at you with his gentle eyes and smiled. This little action made your heart flutter, making your breath hitch. You’ve seen him smile a lot of times, but it would always affect you so much and wonder how you deserved someone like him.

You smiled back. You wanted him to get mad at you, to scold at you, or scream at you. Anything. You felt really bad, recalling the times you kept on teasing him. You also thought that maybe the reason why he got so upset today was because he was looking forward to this day. You know you didn’t really have any alone time together, and yet you blew this one chance. You wanted to ask him why he forgave you easily but you knew better than to ruin this moment.

Both of you faced the sunset, relishing the moment. You watched the sun fall behind the horizon, painting the sky shades of red and yellow. As if having one brain, you both wished to stay like this forever.

Of course a wish like that was unlikely to happen. Before you know it, it was already getting dark so you asked him if he wanted to go home already.

“Nah. Let’s stay like this for a while. This could also be a chance to watch the stars, too.” He pulled you against him and you rest your head in his shoulder, making yourselves comfortable. No words were exchanged but this time, the silence wasn’t awkward. It was a nice moment with just the two of you. None of you kept in track with the time. Just cuddling under a palm tree and looking at the horizon. It was a peaceful summer night. Waves of the sea splashed and crashed into rocks and sands but later retreats. Its sound seeming to calm you. It was as if time is standing still and the world revolves just around the two of you.

The moon now makes its appearance, the dark sky looming above you. It wasn’t long until you noticed that stars shined so brightly. This side of town wasn’t full of light pollution, so seeing stars aren’t hard especially here in the beach. The reason why a lot of people camp out here.

“Hey, look. It’s the Ursa Major constellation and the Big dipper asterism.” You pointed up in the sky.

“You’re right. The sky looks clear today we can spot a lot of constellations.” He mused. “But the sky looks so dim tonight. Like the stars lost their twinkles and shine.”

“What? What do you mean?” You turned to him and asked him, confused.

He looked at you straight in the eye for a moment and said, “It seems you hold them all in your eyes tonight.” He also didn’t forget to wink.

You hit him lightly on his chest and rolled your eyes. “How cheesy.” Normally, you’d cringe and curl your fingers tightly, a habit you got from a certain classmate you have back at uni. But for some reason warmth spread around your face and your heart thumped wildly. You thanked the heavens it’s dark but you were still afraid he might be aware of your erratic heartbeat.

“You still swooned at that pick-up line anyway.” He chuckled. This guy knows you too well. He also noticed the fact that you were a bit shivering, even though it was a summer night. You’re just in front of a large body of water and it’s really windy of course it would be cold. “Come on, let’s go inside the car. It’s getting chilly.” Letting go of you, he stood up and held out a hand to help you get up.

The walk back was peaceful and you held hands all through out, his large hands never loosing grip. Yours was small but it seemed to fit his hand perfectly. As you arrived in front of his car he opened the door for you and he entered at the the driver’s side. You buckled your seat belts already but he didn’t start the engine immediately. Instead, he took your hand and kissed it.

“W-what are you doing?” You asked, flustered. Your face is red again.

“Nothing. I’m just happy we bonded today even we’re busy at uni.” He smiled at you.

“Me, too.” You smiled back.

After a few moments, he leaned his head to you and grabbed your chin, looking at you in the eye and said, “Thanks for today. I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Minghao.” You leaned in, breaking the space between you and crashing your lips into his.

And yes, as you can see I’M A MINGHAO STAN. ALSO A CHINA LINE PROMOTER. AND A JIHOON-WRECKED. (Notice their appearances in this story, even Jihoon’s subtle appearance huehue)


It’s not really inspired by that song bit I suddenly remembered it and thought that it kind of suited the story? Haha

(You probably already discovered that song from Seungcheol from his birthday vlive)

-Admin Erika ;)