Okay, so I know the popular fanon is that Shiro and Matt are bffs, but there’s nothing in canon one way or another so I present to you my favorite headcanon: Work Friend Shiro. Like, he doesn’t know the Holts at all until he gets assigned to the Kerberos mission, so his relationship with Matt is entirely professional. Sure they went out for drinks or coffee to get to know each other, but mostly they interact professionally. And then they’re trapped in a tiiiiny little spacecraft together for six months where they’re all just desperately trying not to trigger one of their crewmates into a violent cabin-fever-induced rage. So Shiro knows Matt, but he knows him the way you know your coworker.
Which is fucking hysterical to Pidge. Because Hot Mess Matt Holt is a thing that needs to exist.
Shiro: “Matt’s like you, he’s a survivor.” Pidge: “I’m really flattered right now, but did you just compare me to the same guy who once broke both his legs trying to surf a sheet of plywood down the stairs?”
Shiro: “I know Matt will be okay, he’s smart enough to know what to do.” Pidge: “Are we talking about the same guy who once shotgunned a bottle of sriracha because he thought it would clear out his sinuses?”
Shiro: “Matt’s tough, he can take anything the Galra throw at him!” Pidge: “One time I broke my arm and Matt took one look and passed out. The ambulance had to take him to the hospital while I drove with my mom.”
Shiro: “Matt’s one of the most capable people I’ve ever known.” Pidge: “You’ve never actually met my brother, have you?”
A/N: This is for@buried-in-bookswho asked
Hey! Love your blog! Can I request a shadowhunters imagine where Jace is arguing with the reader’s boyfriend on how to treat the reader right? And then Magnus tries to prevent the two from fighting? Ending is up to you Please and thank you!Sorry it took so long to get out to you. Hope you like it!! I want to thank @jessiedangerous for looking it over for me. I am still taking requests so please send them in!!
Summary: Reader breaks up with boyfriend and it does not go well.
It had started out as a nice day with my boyfriend Michael. Things have been rough between the two of us. With everything going on with Clary and trying to help her find her mother, our relationship has taken a bit of a backseat. Our relationship has been on the rocks for a while now and I think this was evidence that I needed to end things with Michael. This just wasn’t meant to be.
It’s not fair to him to string him along when I don’t have the time for a relationship. I care about him, but I know that I don’t love him.
“Michael, we need to talk.” I stop outside of the Institute.
“I think we need to break up.” My voice is small.
“WHAT!! Why? Is it because of Jace…. I’m gonna kill him.”
“It has nothing to do with him!! I just don’t think that we’re going anywhere. We both want different things right now.” As we’re standing there Jace, Alec, and Magnus walk out of the Institute.
“YOU! This is all your fault.” Michael stalks up to Jace and punching him right in the nose.
“MICHAEL!” I try to grab him to pull him away. He just turns and pushes me causing me to trip and fall. I put my hands out to try and soften the fall, but all I manage to do is scrap the palms of my hands. It’s a couple of seconds before I feel the blinding pain shoot up my arm, letting me know that I probably broke my wrist.
I look back up and see Jace who has a look of absolute rage on his face before he punches Michael sending him stumbling back. I can hear them start to fight, but I can’t focus on that with the pain radiating up my arm.
Alec is down next to me in the next heartbeat activating my healing run. I can feel it heal the scraps on my hand as it dulls the pain in my arm. Standing up cradling my arm to my chest and turn an look at Jace and Michael.
“Stop it!” I yell at both of them. But neither seem to notice me yelling at them. Alec rushes over and pulls Jace off of Michael as Magnus does the same for Michael.
“Thats enough you two!” Magnus yells out in a voice that leaves no room for argument. “Go get cleaned up!” Magnus says to Michael before pushing him to the Institute. Michael turns back and looks at me before saying.
“Don’t just don’t. We’re done end of story.” I interrupt him. He turns back around and heads into the Institute with his head hanging down.
I do feel bad for him, I know that he didn’t mean to hurt me, but he did and it will take time for me to forgive him.
“Let me see your arm.” Magnus says as he walks up to me. I hold it out to him to look at. I let out a whimper when he touches it before I feel his magic swirl around it, knitting the bone back together and getting rid of the pain that my healing ruin couldn’t help.
“Thanks.” I mumble out as I look up to him. I look over to Jace who has activated his healing rune and watch as the cuts and bruises fade until the only evidence is the dried blood that still stains his skin.
I walk over to him part of me want to punch him and the other part wants to hug him. The latter wins and I pull him into a hug. It takes a moment before I feel his arms wrap around my waist.
“Thank you, but NEVER do that again.” I pull out of his hug. “I don’t need you fighting for me.”
“What was that about?” Jace asks.
“Oh, I broke up with him and he blamed you. He was always jealous of you and it was forever pissing me off.”
“So you broke up with him?”
“Yes, isn’t that what I just said?” I say with a smile on my face.
“Well, then this a cause for celebration! I never liked him. Not good enough for our Y/N. Never treated you right. You need to be treated like the Queen that you are.” Jace says with a grin on his face. I can hear Alec and Magnus laugh from behind us. Jace always the flirt.
“I tell you Magnus no one that I date is good enough for them.” I say pointing to Alec and Jace.
“Well, why don’t you come back to my place, and we can celebrate your new found freedom.”
“Sure I really don’t want to be around Michael right now anyway. Can Clary, Simon, and Izzy come too?”
“Sure, we can turn it into a real party.” Magnus says as we start walking.
“Or we could have a sleepover.” I say with a sly grin forming on my face.
“That sounds fantastic.” Magnus grins as the two boys behind me groan. I have some of the best friends ever! My life might be crazy and unpredictable, but I would not have it any other way.
A/N: Let me know what you you think!! Please leave a heart and re-blog!
“Tonight is going to be fun, come on Y/N!” my best friend, Tyler Carter, said excitedly.
“Can’t we all just stay in and play Uno or something?” I asked with a groan. The band wanted to go out to a dance club tonight, but I didn’t feel like putting up with all the asshole people that were out there.
“We’ll make sure you have a good time, don’t worry,” Skyler assured me, putting his arm around my shoulders.
“I’d have a perfectly good time if that stupid dragon wasn’t going with us,” I mumbled under my breath. Skyler gave me a sympathetic look and squeezed my frame. That dragon I mentioned would be Miranda, Tyler’s snobby, bossy, and rude current girlfriend. To top it all off, she hates me. But I hate her, too, so I guess we’re sort of even there. I never like the girls that Tyler dates.They’re just terrible, but he never listens when I try to tell him they aren’t the one for him, then ends up getting hurt and guess who comforts him and is at his side every time? That’s right, me.
“We ready to go?” Josh asked.
“Miranda isn’t here yet,” Tyler said. “We have to wait for her.”
“Or we could just leave anyway,” I suggested with a smile.
“Be nice, Y/N,” Tyler scolded playfully. I rolled my eyes. There was a knock on the door and he jumped up. “There she is!” I fake gagged, making the others silently laugh. Tyler opened the door and Miranda came in, nose stuck high as could be in the air.
“Alright, lets head out!” Josh announced, all of us moving toward the door.
“But I just got here,” Miranda complained.
“Well, if you had gotten here on time then we wouldn’t be in such a rush to leave,” I pointed out.
“Some of us take a little more time to get ready. Wouldn’t want to walk out looking like a hot mess, too, now would I?” she said, looking me up and down. “I guess I can’t really say ‘too’ because, well, some of us are just a plain old mess, nothing hot about it.” I glared at her as she shot me a hateful smile. I felt my fists clenching at my sides.
“Let it go, you look amazing,” Skyler whispered to me as we got in the cars to leave. When we got to the club, our group got a big booth at the back corned and had a few drinks to lighten the mood before we went on the dance floor.
“Tyler, come dance with meeee!” Miranda whined, trying to pull him out there.
“Let me finish my drink, babe,” he said, then glanced over to me. We were the only three left. “I don’t want to leave Y/N all by herself over here, though.” Miranda looked over with annoyance as I continued to sip my beer.
“She’ll be fine. She’s used to being alone. Lets go!” She pulled away and I was left by myself, anger building inside me. What a bitch. Skyler eventually came by and convinced me to come out on the floor with him, despite my protests. I actually started to let go and have a little fun. Until I saw Tyler and Miranda dancing together. It was positively disgusting. She was all over him, grinding and kissing and ew. I felt that same feeling that I felt every time. The feeling that Tyler should be with me, not her, not some other stupid girl, me.
“I think I’m going to go to the bathroom,” I told Skyler. He nodded, knowing I needed some time away from them. I found the restroom and went in, taking some time to cool down. As I came back out to let Skyler know I was going to head home, I smacked straight into someone.
“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” a deep voice asked. I looked up to meet a pair of light brown eyes filled with concern.
“I’m fine. I’m sorry, that was my fault,” I apologized.
“No, I wasn’t watching, it’s on me! Can I…buy you a drink or something to make up for it?” he asked with a hopeful and sweet smile.
“Oh, actually I was just leaving..”
“Please? Just one drink. To say I’m sorry,” he pushed. I studied him. He had nice brown hair, cut in a way to emphasize his features. There was slight scruff along his cheeks and jaw and he was very tall and fit. What could it hurt?
“Sure,” I agreed, smiling up at him. He returned it happily.
“Great! I’m Chris, by the way.”
“Y/N.” We went to the bar and he got us two beers. What was supposed to be one drink and fifteen minutes turned into four and two hours. We ended up outside in the night air talking and talking and eventually exchanging numbers. When the night was over, I didn’t fall asleep thinking about Tyler and Miranda, instead I was thinking of Chris.
Two months later
Chris and I were dating now and I was really happy with him. The band loved him so he hung out with us a lot. Tyler, for some reason, didn’t seem to get along with Chris no matter how hard he would try to be friendly with him. I could feel us growing apart, and it sucked. We sat in my living room, playing cards and talking, when Tyler walked in later than usual.
“Hey man, what’s up?” Michael greeted.
“Nothin,” he replied, his face solemn. He sat down on the couch and got on his phone. We were all silent for awhile until our round ended.
“You wanna play? We’re starting a new game,” Skyler offered.
“No,” Tyler replied curtly. We all exchanged looks and started to shuffle the cards in awkward silence. Out of nowhere, Tyler got up and walked into the kitchen.
“I’m gonna go see what’s going on,” I told them quietly, putting my hand back in the deck. “Be back soon.” I walked in after him. “Hey,” I said.
“Hi,” Tyler replied, getting some chips.
“What’s up?” I asked. He shrugged and said nothing. With a sigh, I grabbed his hand and took him back the hallway to my room, closing the door. “Come on, talk to me. What is wrong with you tonight?”
“Miranda and I broke up,” Tyler finally said with a sigh, plopping down on my bed. I sat beside him and wrapped my arm around his shoulders.
“I’m so sorry, Ty,” I said gently.
“It’s whatever, I guess. I’ll be fine.” He moved to leave, but I stopped him.
“No, it isn’t. Talk to me,” I said.
“What do you care, Y/N? You hated her anyway!” he told me angrily.
“That doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that I care about you, Tyler."
"Oh, you still care about me?” he asked sarcastically.
“Of course I do, what the hell!” I half yelled.
“Sure doesn’t feel like it.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, exasperated.
“You have Chris now. You’re all happy and cute and blehck!” he said, grimacing at the words. Then it hit me. He was jealous.
“Just because I’m with Chris does not mean I don’t still care about you,” I said softly.
“Not like you used to! You’re too busy with him to spend any time with me anymore. We’re supposed to be best friends,” he said.
“You were always around Miranda, Tyler! And she was such a bitch to me all the time. Don’t even pretend like you didn’t notice. Do you know how many times I cried because of the things she would say to me? And not only her, all your stupid girlfriends. You can ask Skyler if you don’t believe me!”
“I just want things to go back to how they were with us,” Tyler whispered, coming closer to me.
“I do, too. I miss you,” I told him softly. He was only inches away now.
“Were you jealous of the others?” he asked. I nodded, my eyes on his lips. “Why?” Our eyes were half lidded, mouths so close our breath was mingling.
“Because they weren’t me,” I confessed. And then his lips were on mine hungrily. Sparks exploded like I’ve never felt before and I wrapped my arms around his neck. When we broke apart, Tyler looked at me.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Don’t be. I’ll handle everything with Chris.” He nodded and we smiled, kissing some more.
[HANSOL] + Skin first draft! Everyone, I’ll record Skin properly soon and reveal it I’m preparing a total of 3 choreographies so please look forward to them My arm is not broken now, I broke it in the past during our Arario promotions so don’t worry I’m preparing 3 dance videos from my earlier choreographies, please look forward to them! Don’t worry I didn’t break my arm now, this is a couple of years ago ^^
– Based on a cute little dream I had about U-Kwon. I added some little things to make it more detailed and took out unnecessary parts but other than that, this is the gist of it. It’s a bit on the longer side but I hope you guys enjoy it! ^^
“Can you come help me finish cutting my hair down at Kristy’s place?”, you asked, well, more like pleaded.
“Why can’t you just ask one of them to do it?”, Yukwon replied.
“Because you know how I like my hair! Come oonnn~!!”, you begged.
“Fine, okay. Now stop making that face”, he said, finally giving in.
“Yay! Thank you! I’ll go grab a light jacket really quick!”
You rushed off to your room. You heard the guys joking around saying that you and Yukwon were like an old married couple. That made you smile.
The both of you had been friends for a really long time and eventually ended up moving in together. But as roommates. You were secretly in love with him but you knew he didn’t see you that way. Plus, he already had someone he liked so you never bothered. You were content with just being able to be near him, to go to bed with him, to wake up to him. Even though you, of course, slept in different rooms, but the feeling was still the same to you. The fact that he was really considerate about not bringing home the girls he dated at certain times was something you were thankful for as well. You didn’t know how you’d feel or react of he did…
You pulled on your light, zip up hoodie as you and Yukwon walked down the street. It was a good thing your friend only lived a few doors down. A bunch of your friends and his friends were over but the girls were down at Kristy’s house and the guys were hanging out at yours and Yukwons place.
“Hey! Wait up!”, someone yelled.
The both of you turned around to see who it was. It was Mark, Kristy’s boyfriend. He finally caught up and the three of you continued to walk.
After you got there, you pulled out a chair and dragged it out to the side of the house while Yukwon grabbed scissors, a comb and a spray bottle.
“Sit still!”, he scolded.
“I am!”, you whined.
“Fine, it’s not my fault if your hair messes up”, he mumbled.
“Look at them, why don’t they just go out?”, you heard Kristy say.
“That’s what we were talking about up there too!”, Mark chimed in, laughing.
“B-but they’re just friends…right?”, you heard someone say hesitantly.
You turned around to see who it was. It was one of Kristy’s friends. A girl named Anita.
“Don’t worry, we’re just friends”, you reassured her with a smile.
“Stop!”, Yukwon demanded.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop moving? Now turn back around so I can finish”.
You did as you were told. You sat there with your hands between your thighs. He combed your hair this way and that way, cutting and snipping away at the ends. While he did that, your thoughts made you uneasy. That girl Anita, you weren’t close to her and she just recently started coming around but you knew for a fact that she liked Yukwon. The both of you were always together and you saw the way she stole glances at him from time to time or full on stared. But you quickly shook the thought out of your head, resulting in you actually shaking your head. You heard him sigh heavily.
“Oops”, you whispered, shoulders tensing up, ready to get an earful.
“I was just getting ticklish from all the hair”, you said quickly trying to defend yourself.
“You’re lucky I’m done”, he replied surprisingly calm.
“Hey”, he said grabbing Mark by the arm as he walked by.
“Look at her hair and tell me if it looks okay”.
“Hm? Okay”, he replied.
Suddenly, the chair was tilting back.
“Don’t!”, you shouted.
“Don’t worry, I got you”, he said trying to reassure you.
“I just want to properly show him the layers”.
He said it reassuringly but then the chair suddenly started feeling like it was falling. You twisted your body in an attempt to catch yourself. You and the chair hit the ground with a loud thud and clanking sound. You landed halfway on your side, just barely managing to catch yourself with your hands. You let out a loud wail as you sat up. Yukwon immediately squatted down next to you, grabbing the arm you fell down on, pulling up the sleeve of your hoodie and examined your arm.
“My nail broke!”, you whined.
“And look! My hands and elbows are all scrapped up! Look!”, you whined, shaking off his grasp and shoving your hand in his face.
“My hoodie has a hole in it now! This was my favorite one too! I should’ve never worn it”, you continued complaining.
“Out of all things, you would complain about your nails first”, he replied, trying to hold back his laughter.
“Are you okay?”, he chuckled, helping you up to your feet.
You huffed and made a face at him and shoved him away as you walked towards the house.
“Are you okay?”, the girls asked simultaneously.
“We heard something fall and then saw you sitting on the ground”.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Thank for asking”, you reassured them.
“No thanks to stupid Yukwon”, You muttered afterwards.
“Where do you keep your band aids and do you have any rubbing alcohol and neosporin?”
You walked back outside, inspecting your newly bandaged palms and elbow. You looked up and saw Yukwon half sitting, half leaning, holding onto the porch railing and Anita standing in front of him looking a bit fidgety and nervous. She was talking and he was smiling and nodding as he listened to her. He noticed you and politely excused himself and walked towards you. You caught a glimpse of Anita’s face and she looked a bit disappointed. You couldn’t deny the fact that it made you a little happy that he came to you once he saw you, but then you felt bad for feeling that way at the same time.
Anita approached Yukwon soon after the little incident and they ended up talking about music and he found out they had similar taste. Then he spotted ______.
“I’m sorry, but could you excuse me for a second?”, he asked politely.
“H-huh?”, she asked, following his gaze.
“O-oh, o-okay”, she stuttered.
He smiled at her and walked towards his friend. She stood there and crossed her arms with a scowl on her face. She looked so cute when she did things like that…
“What? Don’t look at me like that”, he said smiling.
“How are you feeling champ?”
“I got you”, she mocked in a nasally voice.
“I’m sorry”, he chuckled.
“My hand slipped”.
“Or it’s just because you’re weak”, she muttered.
“No, I’m pretty strong”, he said confidently, looking down at his body.
“Then it’s because I’m just too fat huh?!”, she challenged.
“No!”, he said immediately, unable to hold his laughter.
“It’s nothing like that!”
“Then why are you laughing!”, she yelled, pouting at him.
“Why are you two arguing? By the way, are you okay?”, Mark asked as he walked up.
“Because I’m too fat for him to hold up”, she said, glaring at him because he couldn’t stop giggling.
“I said it’s not like that!”, he defended, but with all his giggling he didn’t sound too convincing.
“But yeah, I’m okay. I’m just gonna go up to the house and shower and change clothes real quick and come back”, she finished.
“I’m gonna head back up there too”, Yukwon added.
“Huh? Why?”, she asked.
“I have to check and see if the rest of the guys made a mess or not, duh”, he teased.
“Plus, Anita wants to see my music collection”, he said turning to look at her.
“Ahh, okay”, she replied.
He could’ve sworn he heard a bit of disappointment in her voice but he knew better.
He called Anita over and the three of you began walking. You walked a little faster because you didn’t want to see the two being so friendly. You heard a little yelp and turned around.
“Are you okay?”, Yukwon asked worriedly.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine. I’m such a klutz”, she whispered quietly.
Apparently she slipped off the curb and Yukwon caught her in time before she fell. He had an arm around her, holding her up. You felt like your heart was being squeezed. You cleared your throat and attempted a little chuckle.
“So you’re strong enough to catch her but not me?”, you said without thinking.
Then you realized that might have sounded a little harsh.
“I guess I really am fat huh?”, you said jokingly.
You added in a smile and laugh to try and sound like you were just playing around. Yukwon looked a bit apologetic.
Yukwon saw his friend standing there. He knew she was just joking around but somehow he felt like her words had a bit of sadness to them. For some reason he started to feel really bad.
“But I sa—”, he began.
“Are you okay Anita?”, she asked cutting him off, turning her attention to the girl in his arms.
He couldn’t do anything but suck his teeth and sigh. When she was mad at him, there was no way he could reason with her. But the thing is, he didn’t know why she was mad at him, because she obviously was. Even if no one picked up on it, he did. They’d been friends for so long now, he was easily able to read her emotions. Most of the time anyways.
“Mm, I’m okay”, Anita answered, nodding a little.
She lightly shrugged off his hold and tried to walk, but stumbled again. He quickly caught her.
“I-it’s okay. I can walk by myself”, Anita said quietly.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll help you”, he replied.
“Once we get to the house I’ll check and see if it’s sprained or anything. We should ice it just in case”, he finished.
She thanked him and smiled shyly at him. Her personality was so different than ______’s harsh yet bold personality. It’d be nice to see ______ like that once in a while, if that happened, he might actually fall for her because in a sense, she was the perfect girl. But he knew that’d never happen, not in a million years. She was too boyish and much too proud to act like that. He chuckled at the thought and happened to look up at her. She was staring at him with an expression he couldn’t quite figure out, her mouth slightly hanging open. She sort of looked vulnerable and sad, like a kid whose toy had been taken but he didn’t want to tell anyone and just let it happen. That caught him off guard.
You stood there watching the two interact so, so lovingly. Yukwon looked up and met your gaze. When you realized you were staring, you quickly cleared your throat.
“Well, be careful okay Anita? Just let him help you. You don’t want to possibly hurt yourself any further”, you said as calmly as possible.
“I’m gonna go on ahead. All this hair caught in my clothes are making me itchy”, you chuckled.
“O-okay”, she answered, looking a little nervous.
You quickly turned around and started walking. Tears were beginning to sting at your eyes. You took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and attempted to blink them away. To put some distance between you and the two, you walked a little faster.
Obviously you got home faster with him helping her walk slowly and all. You tried to avoid contact with the guys as you entered the house and walked through them with a smile and a nod to not come off as rude. You quickly took off your jacket and threw it in the laundry basket. You headed for your bedroom and closed the door, locking it. With both of your hands pressed up against the door, you leaned your forehead on it as well. You closed your eyes and felt a tear escape and roll down your cheek. You bit your lip in an attempt to stifle your sobs as you heard Yukwon and Anita enter the apartment. This was the first time he ever brought a girl home…
So I was conflicted about writing this because I wanted to fit it into my Omelia family universe but it just didn’t fit xD It was such a good prompt though I had to write it anyway so here it is xD I saw this on @omeliafics and it said ‘Amelia going into labor while watching a surgery of Owen’s? Other doctors help her and get her out of the gallery before Owen notices so he can finish the surgery’
The gallery had become her place lately. She wasn’t exactly on maternity leave because she was a doctor, she was needed, she had insisted she would work into she popped, but then she almost went into pre-term labor and had been forced to slow down. She had far too much alone time on her hands, so she would pick a random OR with a gallery and sit and watch surgeries. Owen’s were the best to watch because it was Owen. Those were the good days. Of course watching other people do surgeries and not being able to do them herself, because at this point she was basically just a whale-shaped host to the life growing inside of her, was driving her slowly insane. Luckily, she was due in two weeks. Two weeks until her and Owen were going to meet their son or daughter. That was a crazy thought. They actually had a real child, a tiny newborn who was going to depend on them. A child. Their child. They had chosen to be surprised about the gender, not because of the ordinary reasons however. They had a bet, Amelia had bet Owen $50 that it was going to be a girl, she said they wanted to wait because Owen didn’t want to have to pay up when she was right. He said that she was getting cold feet and maybe she shouldn’t have bet so much. Basically their opinions were split.
Today’s patient was a car accident victim with some pretty nasty injuries. The surgery had been going on for 4 hours so far and they still had a way to go.
Amelia stood up and walked from the the back of the room, where she had initially sat because it was closest to the door and her pregnant legs weren’t too good at carrying her anymore, to the front of the room for a better view. She looked down through the glass and watched her man doing his thing flawlessly. Some people thought trauma surgery was messy, but watching it, there was nothing messy about it. Intense at times with unexpected things happening and changes that couldn’t have been foreseen, but definitely not messy. She rested her chin on her hand and got comfortable, watching down in the OR like it was some sort of theatre production.
Then she felt a pain.
It was a familiar pain, but she wasn’t 100% sure what it was until she saw the mess on the floor underneath her feet.
“Either I wet myself or my water just broke.” She thought to herself.
You kick your sneakers through the tough dirt. You waited as Taylor drove through the trails once more. You both planned to get something to eat after he went riding. “Hey babe!” you hear a voice sound through the trees. You then saw him. He was already in the air when you met eyes with him. He gripped onto the bars as he sat on the yellow bike. He looked you in the eyes with his black helmet, you only saw his upper face.
He landed on the trail and rode over to you. You back up avoiding the dirt. “You almost done?” you say crossing your arms. You notice his bare chest, wearing his light blue jeans. He sits for a moment and thinks. “One more.” He laughs. “Taylor…” you complain. “Please babe?” he looks into your eyes.
You couldn’t help but smile, he placed his lips upon yours for a small moment before putting his helmet back on. “You’re a mess.” You say noticing how dirty he was including his bike. “I know you like it.” He smirks as he starts his engine again.
You watch as he drifts away going up and down the hills. You decide to sit down at one of his benches. You use your time looking down your twitter and instagram. Time began to pass as you hear his bike coming closer and closer. You stood up from your seat waiting for him to show up. Any minute now…
You wait and wait.
“Taylor?” you decide to shout out. No answer.
You start to walk down the trail from where he was coming from. You brought his nike bag. You didn’t hear the engine no longer. You kept walking feeling the cold breeze upon your small body. The trees started to shake even more, wind started to howl.
“Taylor?” you say again hoping you’d get something. You follow the big tracks from his dirt bike. You look around hoping to find some clues, but then pick up your speed. You decided to walk faster…and eventually started to run.
“TAYLOR.” You scream again. No answer.
The sun started to set, as you gripped onto the bag even more. Kicking the dirt, you no longer cared about. It started to stain onto your white shorts. You finally saw it.
Taylor, he was laying on the ground. “Oh my god.” You say as you run over to his body. “Fuck.” He says hopelessly as he lays. “What the hell happened?!” you say pushing the helmet off of him. You hold his head onto your lap. He groans in pain. You noticed his arm and side were all bruised up. He shut his eyes as he held onto your waist. “I fell.” He lets out as he points to his bike, which was flipped over. You knew this was the biggest hill in the trail. “I think I broke my arm.” He says. You look over to the bruised wrist he had. You knew he couldn’t feel anything.
“Oh my god.” You start to panic. You immediately took out your phone, texting all of the boys as fast as you can. “We need to go to the hospital now.” You say holding him up. He lifts his body up, wincing in pain. “Fuckkkkk.” He complains quietly to himself. He squeezes his eyes shut, as he puts his arm around you for support. You rush his body over to your car.
He sits in the passenger seat. You open his black bag, handing over his sweatshirt. You start to drive for the hospital but then realize there was something else in the bag. “Here.” You say throwing a white ‘magcon’ beanie at him. “I can’t feel my arm.” He says as he lifts it up.
You drive as fast as you can. “Oh my god.” You say repetitively as you take sharp turns to the building. “Okay, do you need me to go get someone. Or a wheelchair, or. I don’t know how to do this. TAYLOR.” You start to panic as you pull in the lot. Taylor looks you in the eye giving you a sly smile. “You’re cute when your nervous.” He says as he leans in kissing you on the lips. You embrace each moment as you smile in the kiss. You lean back.
“NO WE NEED TO GO.” You say as you walk out. You start to open his door until he jumps out. “I’m not a pussy.” He says as you both walk in the building. You walk before him announcing his broken arm.
You watch as the nurse comes out with a wheelchair. “C’mon.” he says as he holds your hand with his other hand. You felt tears form into your arm. You had to be strong though.
You answered calls from the boys’ and his family as you pace the hallway back and forth. “y/n?” one of the nurses say to you. You look up at her hoping there was any hope. “Yes?”
“You’re able to see Taylor now.” She says giving you a warm smile holding open the door for you.
You look over to him; he was lying down with wires along his arm. It hurt to see him like that. You knew he was strong though. He had his eyes slightly shut until he saw you. You pulled up a chair as you looked at the medication next to his table. “They gave me so much.” He rolls his eyes as he faces you.
“Get some sleep.” You say to him as he nods his head. You kiss him on the cheek as you stand over his bed. “You’re such a dumbass.” You say.
“I know you like it.” He smirks as he closes his eyes shut.
“Of course I do Yoongi!” said Y/N excited and sat down on the blanket. Her hair flowing in the air. I sat down beside her. She looked at the view thinking of something. The night was long and beautiful. The moon standing high up in the dark sky and shining on us. I looked over at Y/N and she was loving it. The moon shining on her skin making it glow. She’s so beautiful. I smiled a bit and laid back down on the blanket. Y/N looked at me and also laid on her back looking up at the star filled sky. My hand went to hold Y/N’s hand and she looked at me a bit but then intertwined her finger with me.
“The sky is beautiful” I said.
“Yeah, it is” said Y/N.
“For how long will you be gone?” I said.
“I don’t know…” said Y/N and held my hand tighter.
“I’m gonna miss you” I said. I felt my chest tighten a bit and held Y/N’s hand tighter bringing her hand up to my lips and kissed it.
“I’m gonna miss you too” She said and looked at me again. I was too afraid to look at her. If I did I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I wouldn’t be able to look at her face.
“Yoongi, please look at me” said Y/N. I really didn’t want to. But If I didn’t then I would regret it later. I gulped hard and slowly turned my head to look at Y/N. She was smiling. I couldn’t handle it and tears was escaping my eyes and rolling down my cheek. Y/N’s hand came towards my face and wiped away the tears. I hugged her and sobbed into her hair. “I don’t want you to go Y/N. I want you to stay. I want to be with you forever.” I said and held her tighter. Afraid that she would disappear if I let her go. She stroked my back.”I’m gonna miss you so much Yoongi. But I have to go” She broke the hug and looked at my face. Her hand stroking my cheek. We just stared into our eyes for a long time. I’m gonna miss her smile, her face, her hair, her laugh, her scent and her everything. I’m gonna miss how she frowned when I ruffled her hair. I’m gonna miss how she hit my arm when I gave her a compliment. I’m gonna miss how she always played with her food like a little kid. I’m gonna miss everything.
“I will text you everyday” she said and picked up her bag.
“Promise?” I said.
“I promise” she said and held up her pinky. I held up my pinky. She giggled.
“Y/N we have to go” said her mom from the car.
“I’m coming!” said Y/N. She looked at me and stared into my eyes. She saw my sad smile.
“Yoongi…Don’t be sad now please. You’re making me cry now” said Y/N. She took a step forward and hugged me tight. The feeling I felt inside. The lump in my throat. I swallowed hard and wrapped my arms around Y/N’s body. She broke the hug and looked into my eyes. Her eyes filled with tears. Seeing her cry was the worst thing in the world. I wiped away the single tear that was rolling down. My face approaching hers. Our lips met into a kiss. I pulled back and stared into her eyes.
Y/N and me were texting everyday. After 2 months my texts started to increase but Y/N’s texts were decreasing. And now there were no messages at all.
5 years later~
“I’m on my way there right now….Yes I promise mom…Don’t worry…Yup! Bye” You ended the call with your mom. Your heart beating fast. The taxi stopped and you payed the driver. There you were. Outside his apartment door. After 5 years. You lifted your hand about to knock on the door but hesitated a bit. Maybe you weren’t ready to meet him yet. What if he doesn’t remember you. But what if he do? You held up your hand again and finally knocked on the door. You took a step back and fixed your hair a bit.
“I take it!” You heard someone yell. The door swung open and a boy appeared. Could it really be him? Grey hair and one earphone in. He squinted his eyes a bit and looked at you. You tried to smile but you felt like crying. You wanted to hug him and tell him how much you’ve missed him.
“Hello?” said the boy.
“H-Hi?” You said and stuttered a bit.
“Are you one of Jimin’s friends?” said the boy. Your heart dropped to your stomach. You were feeling a bit sick. Did he not remember you?
“Ehh…No I was…I’m here because…Nevermind. Sorry if I bothered” You said and gave him a sad smile.
“Whatever” said the boy and closed the door. Your heart were broken into a million pieces. He doesn’t remember you. I’m a stranger to him. Tears rolled down your cheeks you wiped them away and walked towards the elevator. You wiped more tears and you didn’t notice that someone was walking towards you. You bumped into them. You looked up and was about to apologize.
“Y/N?” said the boy and looked shocked.
“Jungkook?” You said.
“Omo! Y/N what are you doing here? Are you here to see Yoongi?” Said Jungkook.
“Yes…I was there but he doesn’t remember me Jungkook” You said and more tears were flowing down.
“What?” said Jungkook.
“He thought I was one of Jimin’s friends” you said and sobbed.
Jungkook looked at you shocked. He took your hand and walked towards the apartment again.
“N-no Jungkook Please”
He didn’t care he kept walking.
“That idiot” mumbled Jungkook
A/N: Hoooope You liked part 1!! There will ofcourse be a part 2! Haha. Have a nice Morning/Day/Night!
“So this is going to be the last YouNow with just the two of us…awww!” Dan pouts into the laptop screen. You two had decided to do one last YouNow before you went into labor. Dan places a gentle hand over your stomach and you lean your head onto his shoulder, before looking at the questions on his laptop screen. “Y/N is about to pop!” You read, looking at Dan, laughing. “They’re right! I am about to pop!” Dan nods, chuckling. “That you are, love.” You patted your stomach while Dan continued to talk. You suddenly had a pang of pain hit your lower abdomen, and in that instant, you knew what was heppening. “Dan-I-DAN!” you say suddenly, grabbing his arm. “My water just broke. The baby-labor-NOW!” He looks at you with complete shock written all over his face and then looks back to the camera and back at you for what seemed like hours. “Oh. OH. Oh my GOD. You’re-right now? Oh my God.” Dan said scrambling to his feet and helping you up. “We’ve got to get to the hospital. You’re in…labor!.” He lead you to the car all whilst saying, “It’ll be fine. Are you breathing? Good. That’s good. Keep breathing. It’s gonna be okay, it’s going to be fine, stay calm,” he says quickly over and over, even though you’re probably much more composed than he was. Unfortunately Dan had forgotten that he left the computer screen open, while thousands of fans continued to watch your empty apartment.
“Phil…Philip.” You say softly, shaking Phil until he slowly rose. “Wha… wha-s wrong?” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes and you smile sweetly. “It’s time” you announce, watching him as he stumbled out of the bed. “Like, time-time? BBC-radio?” he asks drowsily searching for his jeans, you shake your head slowly. “No Phil, the baby…labor time-time.” You say and his eyes snap open. “Baby time? Are you positive?” You nod and he helps you out of the bed. You begin to gather all the necessary supplies whilst he runs around frantically, grabbing random objects and shoving them in your bag. “Phil, I don’t think we’ll need a hair straightener.” You chuckle, then grimace through the pain that shot through your lower stomach. “Oh God, you’re in pain. Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.” He helped you down the stairs and into the car.
“Dancing through life, Skimming the surface, Gliding where turf is smooth…” Ray’s voice broke on the last word, like always. God damn it; he couldn’t hold a note to save his life. It was his senior year, for fuck’s sake, he’d been practicing for forever for this night.
Tonight was opening night of the school musical, and Ray was playing one of the main male roles. He was ecstatic when the teachers chose Wicked for this year’s spring musical. But, never in a million years did he think he’d get the role of Fiyero. His entire High School theatre career, he’d played small roles; with only a handful of lines and never singing outside of the choir, it was almost impossible to fuck up. But for some unknown reason, his teachers thought he had talent.
“Don’t worry little one, you’re not dying.” Vlad sighed, stroking her cheek. “You just broke your arm. Don’t worry, my dear.” Vlad looked at her arm quietly. “Let’s get you to the hospital, okay?”
She nodded tersely, setting her jaw as she swallowed hard to try and fight the pain down. “It really hurts…” She managed, her uninjured arm clutching at the broken one, though that did nothing to ease the pain.