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A dress.

You were wearing a dress. And for some reason Jungkook’s hands were sweating profusely. Because you looked beautiful in hoodies and ripped jeans and vans but you looked…. ethereal when you actually tried and washed your hair more than three days at a time.

Your legs were shaved above the knee and Jungkook thought he might actually die if you kept looking up at him from under your lashes.

“How do I look?” You grumbled, hands going to twist at the material nervously.

Jaw dropping. Astounding. Fucking other worldly.

“Like Hoseok hyung when we made him cross dress last Halloween.” Jungkook scoffs.

“I’ll kill you in your sl—”

Your hand was stopped before it made any real contact with the back of Jungkook’s head and your heart nearly burst from your chest when the culprit turned you to lace your fingers together.

“You look really pretty.” Jimin grins before frowning at Jungkook, “Stop picking fights.”

“Stop lying to her because she’s ugly.” Jungkook retorts.

But it goes over your head because as annoyingly handsome as Jungkook looked in his tuxedo, Jimin was… he was—

“You look beautiful.” You sputter and flush when Jimin laughs at you, “I mean… handsome I just… y-yeah.”

“You look beautiful.” Jungkook mimics back in a voice that is much too high to be a rendition of your own because according to him you sounded like three cats being shoved in a blender at once whatever the hell that meant.

“Are you nerds ready to go?” Jungkook sighs, “The quicker we get to prom the quicker we can go to the after party.”

“If you didn’t want to go then why did you show up?” You glared, not for the first time wondering why the hell he was sabotaging your chances with Jimin.

“Because we swore that if we didn’t have prom dates by the end of the month we would go together and for some reason your nasty little self thought that included you.” He sneered, wrapping a protective arm around Jimin.

I’m the one who came up with it!” You cried.

Jimin laughed between the two of you before moving to lace his arms around both your necks, “I love you guys and you’re my best friends but you’re seriously annoying.”

She started it.”

He started it.

You and Jungkook glare at each other and Jimin rolls his eyes before dragging you behind him, “Let’s just go already, yeah?”

Sneak Peak of Upcoming AU Fic

I’ve written almost three parts to the long fic. It’s all going to be in one post because I don’t want to split it up. So, as a little treat and teaser for you guys, here are a few bits from what I have written so far. Everything you read is unedited and subject to change. 


I met a few other people over time. An enchanted archer named Clint, a witch who only wore the color scarlet named Wanda, a man who could propel himself up into the air and soar like a falcon named Sam, the rich Tony who wore enchanted iron gauntlets, and a genius who went by the name of Bruce who could change his size only when he felt envious. None stayed, only Stevie and James. Stevie with his impenetrable shield and James with a cursed arm plated in a mysterious metal.

“Do you guys have a name?”

“Avengers.” Stevie watched out a window as a few members drove away.

“Might I ask why?”

“A few of us have been to hell and back and the team was the reason we were freed. They fought for us, saved us, avenged us.”


I could feel each breath he took, every beat of his heart, the faintest movements of his arms, his fingers, his legs, his head. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating, engulfing my senses as my eyes drifted closed. I wrapped my arms around his, noticing the tensing in his body as I held his metal arm without question before he relaxed once again. I whispered a “thank you” as I drifted off to sleep.


“We will. We always do.” His hand rested on my bare hip, his fingers dancing lightly on my burning skin. A recognizable need raced through my body and I fought it off. I shifted my weight and James tightened his hold. “Just a few more seconds.”

“Okay.”


“Yeah.” He nodded. “Although, I wasn’t paying much attention to him. I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

His eyes raked my body before settling on my own. His tongue darted out and licked his lips, his flesh hand rubbing his stomach slowly. The feeling of need had returned, stronger than ever before, and I stepped towards him. Unknowing words spilled from my lips.


Y'alllll @stammiphicheeto made this for me and I’m screaming

They say: “A trash edit for my favorite fanfic. Love me Mom.”

Thank you, my child!!! I love “trash” edits, and greatly appreciate this one! 

As a reward, I’m giving you all a preview of Chapter 5. 

Viktor, Yuuri, you’re both idiots. But I’m praying you’re smart enough to hide the evidence well and save your lives. I don’t want another death in the family.

After a quick remembrance of the time Yuri forgot to knock on a door before entering, he does so before entering the lounge, politely. What a good child he is. He doesn’t get a response. Fuck this politeness shit! “Open the door, you dumb pigs!”

“I thought I told you to stay away!” Yuuri shouts, kind of startling the younger. Oh, they’re either doing something gross or he’s crying. Again.

“That’s it, I’m coming in.” Yuri kicks open the door, for effect obviously. It seems that Viktor is not in the room. It’s very smokey.

Yuuri has to be on his fourth cigarette. He’s crouched by the window, staring off into nothing while being clouded with the smoke, drowning in its odor. He looks awful.

“Yuuri.” He tried again.

Yuuri wipes his cheek with the back of his free hand. He doesn’t reply.
“Should you really be smoking that much?”

“Shouldn’t you fuck off?” Yuuri says quietly, taking another puff from the cigarette. At least he’s speaking. “I’m almost out.”

“It’s not good for you.”

Yuuri laughs humorlessly. “I don’t care about my smoking habits.”
“I meant being alone.”

He does the laugh again, which accidentally turns into a cry, and Yuuri quickly covers his mouth with his free hand and sobs into it. “I’m fine.”

“I’m just going to make some guesses here.” Yura carefully slides into the corner beside him. “Either Viktor has done something or you’re having uncontrollable mood swings.”

Yuuri shakes his head, hesitates, then nods.

“You’ve been crying so much tonight. How do you have any tears left?“ Yura nudges him. “Come on, cheer up. You’ll be able to go back home soon.”

“I want to go home now. Right now.” Yuuri sinks his head into his knees, sniffling. “I’m just so tired, my heart is aching and I still feel so sick…”

“You should be resting. After all that’s happened, I don’t see why you’re even considering staying awake. We can handle things… just sleep until the police arrive.”

“No.” Yuuri says instantly. “I need to stay awake and help in whatever way I can.”

“Well, you’re not much help in your current state.”

Yuuri scowls at the young man, then heaves a sigh. “If I leave, they’ll take Viktor from me.”

“Are you telling me he did it?”

Silence.

Currently i’m not at home since a few days ago so the progress for the part 2 of EliDia is…. just it :’)))))

I’m not used drawing with laptop. Anyway i’ll be back home tomorrow and try to finish it as fast as i can (because i still have another works to do for CF9) o)—-(

Preview: Red Part 3

I’m not sure when I’ll be able to post the last 2 parts even though 4 is practically finished because I’ll be starting school again by Monday (senior) and right now my writing is currently at the bottom of my priorities, but I will still try to find the time to write. Thanks for understanding and enjoy this preview I guess :)

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inspiration: “What does it feel like, to lose everything?”

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It hurts to see you at his side, where you had been so many times before. Whether it be the opening of a show or simply cuddling in the morning you were always there by his side, and then you weren’t, and he was the only one to blame.

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First You Fall Chapter 11 Posting Friday at 4 PM MT

Niall shook his head against the console once the song ended,

“It sucks.”  He said softly, “My vocals are off, that guitar riff is shit…and what the hell are those lyrics in the bridge?  A third grader could have written better lyrics.”

He looked u at his producer and his friend and waited for them to respond.  Both of them looked at each other and then looked at him, shaking their heads.

“It’s fantastic.”  Julian answered.

Nolan nodded,

“I dunno what you just heard, but I heard a hit.”

Niall lifted his head off the console, looking between them suspiciously.  He’d always been hard on himself this was nothing new.  But he couldn’t tell if he was being too hard on himself or if the song actually was crap.

“You two bein’ serious?”