when are you going to be on stage again ; ;

Yo could I request miu Iruma himoko yumeno Angie yonaga and maki Harukawa with a shy s/o who gets easily embarrassed

Of course! Please enjoy it!

Miu Iruma

  • She’s always quick to embarrass the hell out of you just to see you all cute and flustered like that.
  • Sometimes she takes it a little bit too far.
  • But when you cry!!!
  • She stops! She stops everything! She gets you the hell out of there and cuddles you and apologizes and makes sure you’re okay and gives you lots of face kisses.
  • You don’t have to be social after that! You can go right home and relax! She’ll drive!
  • She just feels so bad…
  • She’s very sorry!
  • But…it’ll probably happen again. She just gets carried away.

Himiko Yumeno

  • You know what helps somebody get over shyness?
  • Learning to love the stage!
  • She makes you her assistant immediately!
  • You’re not so sure about this, though…
  • But she insists!
  • You’ll take to the stage right away!
  • You’re blushing like crazy the entire time, but she constantly tells you how well you’re doing and how helpful you’re being.
  • That really helps, and you’re feeling a little better about all this now.
  • After the show, she gives you lots of little hugs and kisses!
  • She will always be there to support you!

Angie Yonaga

  • Angie would really like it if you would come to her art exhibition tonight!
  • She really really really really REALLY wants you to be there!
  • So, of course, you have to go, because you can’t say no to Angie.
  • But! What you didn’t know!
  • Is that she was going to pull you up to the podium during her speech!
  • You’re completely red-faced as she holds your hand, telling everybody how much she loved you and how important you were and how you were her muse!
  • And! Then! She killed your face!
  • Ten times!
  • All over!
  • She’s so giggly and happy that you could make it!
  • And you look so cute blushing like that!
  • When you get home, she thanks you for being so brave and letting her talk about you like that in front of everybody.
  • Kiss!

Maki Harukawa

  • She’s pretty easily embarrassed too, really. 
  • So she understands!
  • She keeps most of your affection at home.
  • But what?
  • You’re embarrassed even at home?!
  • Well that’s just really cute. 
  • Lots of kisses!
  • But still, all these nice hugs and cuddles stay at home.
  • Where you feel safe and nice about them!
  • Or at least, more than you would in public.
Deadly Voice Part 10

Hi guys - sorry this chapter is sooo long. I’ve been working and reworking it for a while now - but I’m finally just going to give up and post it so I apologise if its not great!

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It was nearly a week later when I saw the Joker again; he was in his usual booth as I looked out into the crowd from the stage preforming my usual set. He was in black trousers and a white shirt with the top of his pale chest exposed to the air and decorated with golden chains.

Tonight was different to the usual though. He usually kept his gaze on me causing me to squirm, but tonight he didn’t look at me throughout the entire performance. Tonight, his attention was between his phone and the scantly glad waitresses that floated amongst the tables.

I could feel my heart drop at this and I cursed myself silently – why should I care? This should be a welcome relief from his usual behaviour. I tried to keep my head clear and carry on with my set but soon felt something stir in my stomach as I saw him look at a cocktail waitress in a particularly revealing dress – I could practically hear him purr. How could I be jealous of that girl? It was ridiculous - why would I want a murderous psycho looking at me like that?! Yes I couldn’t deny that he was handsome in a rather unusual way and he had a way of talking which could charm anyone – but he was also someone who didn’t care about anything or anyone, could kill without blinking and who would give gifts like live guns and bullets! His insanity was clearly rubbing off on me.

The rest of my performance I kept my eyes away from the back row of booths and I made myself focus solely on my songs, not noticing that my music became more and more like ballads.

As my set finished I left the stage only to be caught by Mr Grimms waiting for me in the wings.

“Hey [L/N]! I need you for the next set.” He called after me as I moved away to get changed.

“What?” I spun around confused – I was done for the night.

“I’ve had my dancer call off tonight and I know you have a background in it.” He stated.

“Yeah from 5 years ago – I haven’t done it since!” I told him.

“That’s more than anyone else has here!” He retorted. “Here!” He handed me a small dress. I held it up and marvelled at the small amount of material

“I won’t fit in that!” He raised one eyebrow at me and before I could say anything he had turned and walked away. I knew there was no use following him.

“Errr!” I huffed in exasperation - could tonight get any worse?!

I made my way to the dressing rooms with my tiny piece of fabric. Once I finally managed to squirm into the dress I looked at myself in the mirror. I could hardly recognise myself, it was a deep green fabric which wrapped around my neck and finished mid-thigh. It clung to every curve of my body and hid nothing – it was good thing I had been so low on food recently really.

After digging in the bottom of my dressing room wardrobe I found  a pair of matching colour heels and then headed back to the stage, trying to stay out of sight for as long as possible and constantly pulling my skirt down paranoid.

“Hey [L/N] – hear your my dancer for the night!” chirped Ryan who stood backstage tuning a guitar. He was the singer in a band Penguin hired for Friday and Saturday nights ever since the music line up had changed.

“Yeah – that’s me.” I said unenthusiastically giving him a grimace of a smile.

“Are we really that terrible?” He laughed raising an eyebrow at my expression.

“Sorry – no it’s just this dress is a tad… revealing.” I said searching for the best word to sum up my chronic embarrassment.

“You look beautiful – doesn’t she boys?” He called off his shoulder at the rest of the band who were also tuning guitars and fiddling with other electronic equipment. His response was a chorus of ‘yeahs’ and a wolf whistle from the drummer. Ryan raised both his eyebrows at me this time with a look that said ‘see?’

“Aww cheers.” I said laughing but feeling my cheeks go hot.

“Now let’s go do this!” Ryan rallied before striding up onto the stage with confidence.

I waited for the band to file on behind him and I followed quietly behind them, stopping just out of sight behind the side curtain. I stood awkwardly fiddling with the hem of my dress as they set up their instruments and microphones.

Eventually they were ready and the drum beat started. As Ryan began to sing he gave me a slight hand signal and I nervously headed onto the stage. I knew this song quite well and I moved to the beat, trying to ignore the audience before me, focusing solely on Ryan who I liked and felt comfortable around. I made sure to move right to the lyrics Ryan sang, sauntering away, spinning and moving my hips to the changes in tone to the lyrics. By the time the song was over I could feel my insecurities beginning to slip.

“Ready for the next one?!” Shouted Ryan to the audience and then glanced at me. I gave him a slight nod and a small smile. He grinned at me and signalled for the band to start the next song.

As the songs kept going and I moved more and more I could feel myself letting go and caring less – gone were my thoughts of the gun in my room, gone were the memories of the night before, gone were my feelings of the Jokers lust filled eyes staring at waitresses.

Before I knew it the bands last song began. It had a deeper beat and sexier, more sensual tone to it, so I decided to have some fun. I swung my hips and swayed to music, sliding my hands up and down my body. I strode up to Ryan and he played along with my game until we were grinning at each other. I leaned into him and began to move my hands around him slightly and, though I kept my movements looking flirtatious, I never did anything inappropriate. I kept contact on him as I moved around him before striding off, in time to the lyrics, down the stage like a catwalk. As I reached the end of the stage I spun and dropped down to a squat before slowly rising up back up again.

I probably looked like an idiot pretending to be a stripper, but it was just me and the guys in my head and I was happy for a laugh at my idiotic moves. Finally, I strode back to Ryan and swung into him provocatively, grinding against him like I had seen some of the dancers do at the old club. I heard the last chords of the song and ended my game by flicking my hair back and leaning into Ryan to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks Ryan.” I whispered into his ear.

“Anytime – I mean it.” He murmured back and winked at me. I giggled in my still out-of-it state at his obvious hint.

I soon fell back to reality when a round of applause broke out to the band. I walked off the stage now truly feeling my embarrassment and the warmth of my skin no longing just being due to my dancing. Oh my God, what did I just do in front of everyone?! I really need a drink… I headed toward the bar fanning myself with my hand to try to cool my glowing face.

I sat myself down on a stool at the bar and ordered myself a cocktail. I took a long sip and twirled my straw between my fingers watching the rest of the club life. It was rare that I actually got to have a look out at the club when it was open and busy. I watch the couples at the tables, the huddles of girls giggling and grinding on the dance floor shooting flirtatious looks at the groups of guys chatting pick up strategies and meeting the girl’s eyes.

As I scanned the room I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander to his familiar pale face. He was facing me, watching with thunder in his eyes and I quickly glanced away and turned my attention back to my drink. I could still feel his eyes boring into me so I flicked my hair from over my shoulder so that it fell over my cheek and hid my face. I swallowed thickly. What had I done to deserve that look? Why was he so furious – deal gone south? Someone get his drink wrong? I didn’t know, and didn’t want to know, and certainly didn’t want his anger directed at me.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. My head shot up – I had been too deep in thought to notice anyone walk up behind me. I turned to see Johnny stood over me.

“Sorry Miss [L/N] – he is asking for you.” He muttered and he truly did seem sorry for his boss’s behaviour. I glanced around Johnny at the Joker. He met my eyes and raised his pale hand, beckoning me over with a finger. I shook my head at him defiantly – I was not a puppet to boss around.

“Sorry Johnny – I am not here for his convenience.” I stated, though not taking my eyes off the green haired gangsta. I heard Johnny sigh at the fact I wasn’t going easy.

The Joker raised a non-existent eyebrow at my response and, though the club was loud with music and voices, I could practically hear him growl from across the room. He reached into his jacket and pulled out his purple gun before lazily throwing his arm over the back of his chair aiming his gun into the next booth and at the nearest person.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Of course. I wouldn’t put it past him to pull the trigger if I refused so I abandoned my drink on the bar, slid off my stall and wove my way through the crowd pulling my dress down self-consciously.

As he saw me moving towards him he lowered his gun and gave me a wide grin. “Hello gorgeous,” he greeted eyeing me up and down in my dress as I stopped next to his booth. Now I was closer I could see the start of his muscles through the open part of his shirt and I could feel the blush on my cheeks. “Did you enjoy yourself up there darling?” He raised his invisible eyebrows and his eyes looked dangerous. I presumed he was referring to my dancing previously.

“Yes I did.” I stated simply, not understanding his problem. His grin dropped slightly and he growled dangerously. I looked at him confused.

“Sit.” He demanded his eyes not leaving my face.

“No thank you.” I muttered not moving.

“Don’t push me honey.” He growled shooting me with a deadly glare and fiddling with his gun on top of the table.  I sighed at his threat and perched myself on the edge of the booth cushion. He raised one invisible eyebrow but didn’t say anything this time.

“Tell me sweetie, didn’t you like my present?” he asked innocently. His sudden mood swing took me back but I composed myself.

“You certainly have a unique idea of idea of what classes as a present.” I muttered dropping my eyes.

“Speak up sweetie you have such as lovely voice.” He purred showing me his wide grin again and his metal grill shone in the light emitted from lamp on the table. I shot him a dark look knowing full well he had heard me. “And here I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“Why? Why would you think that?!” I blurted out.

His eyes widen slightly at my outburst. “Careful.” He warned lowly. “Anger looks goooood on you babe.” He purred. “But don’t take it out on me.” He said innocently placing his hand on his bare chest.

“Not take it out on you?! You are the reason I am angry!” I cried.

“Is it really?” He pouted, teasing me. “What have I done that so bad?”

I couldn’t hold it back anymore – the idea that he didn’t think he was the reason just made me lose it.

What haven’t you done?! It’s all your mood swings! Your flirting and then threatening! Your staring! Your constant presence so I can never relax! The fact that I don’t know if you want to kill me or talk to me! Your weird dangerous presents! And the fact that I killed two people for you and you didn’t even thank me for it!”

“Bingo!” he cried out “We have a winner!” his red lips spreading into a menacing smile across his face.

I was confused and remained silent. “How did you justify it to yourself?” He questioned me, his eyes studying me.

“Excuse me?”

“People who don’t kill for a business – boring people – they have this thing of having to justify why they killed a person.” He explained slightly annoyed, as if normal people were the dullest people in the world. “So tell me what was yours?”

I didn’t say anything. He was right – I had justified it to myself, but why should I tell him. It wasn’t any of his business.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty….” He whispered at me but his icy eyes flashed dangerously.

“It’s not your business.” I muttered at him.

“Most people I can understand,” he said as if he didn’t hear me,” They usually have to kill for a reason – blackmail, money, lust…” he trialled off at me suggestively his eyes seemed to flash with something. “But I can’t see yours. So come on tell me pleeeasssseee.” He whined.

“I didn’t want your blood on my hands.” I admitted.

“But you were happy with the other two guy’s blood?” He questioned his face lighting up with delight at my obvious overlook. I stayed silent. He was right – why was his life any better than the other men’s? Why had I not even given a thought to the lives I was destroying? They may have done illegal things too, but I highly doubted the two of them combined had done as many illegal things or killed as many people as the Joker.

I looked away out to the stage where the next band, a jazz band, had begun to play. It was getting late now and I needed to get to bed.

“Ahh doll look at me…” he drawled. I didn’t move. He growled and slammed his hands on the table as he shoved himself up and across the booth in one fluid movement and grabbed my face pulling me up so I was inches from his. “I’ve let you get away with a lot tonight sugar, dancing with that boy, yelling at me, not looking me in the eye, but I think you need to learn some respect.” He snarled and I winced as his hand tightened on my chin and his fingers dug into my cheek.

Suddenly his grip was gone from my face and his hand slapped across my face. The shock, more than the force, caused my head to fly to the right and I stumbled catching myself on the booth cushions.

My cheek stung and I had to blink back tears as I looked up at him. He pulled his jacket straight but kept his head down, I wasn’t sure if he was trying to compose himself or if he felt bad. Hell of course he didn’t feel bad.

That was it. I wasn’t here to be teased, ridiculed and bruised. It was late and I was going to bed. I stood up abruptly and went to swiftly turn away but he shot his arm out and caught me.

He kept his head down, not looking me. “You’re not leaving me are you?” he murmured without looking up.

“I don’t want to be anywhere near you.” I snapped at him

“Ah doll your hurting me right here!” his mood changing instantly again, he was suddenly looking at me again, grinning insanely at me, pointing at his shoulder.

“I’m hurting you in your shoulder?” I demanded angrily.

“Oh I’m sorry” he let out his signature laugh, “– where’s a heart supposed to be? Here?” He gestured to his crotch, winked at me and continued to laugh loudly. He seemed to have snapped completely. His usual self was clearly only a small layer of his craziness. The slap seemed to have triggered something in him and released his true insanity.

“Oh no wait, it’s here!” he exclaimed still laughing manically and pointing at his jacket sleeve. “Because that’s where yours is baby!” he grinned maliciously.

“In your dreams!” I spat in shock at his mad behaviour.

“Some nights yeah,” he mocked, “but only because the reality inspires me!”

“Your- your…” I stuttered not knowing how I felt or how to describe him.

“‘Your’, ‘Your’,” he mimicked in a high pitch voice. “Come on sweetie – use your deadly little voice.” He purred.

But I didn’t. Instead I withdrew the arm he wasn’t gripping and didn’t hold back as I swung around to slap him in the face. I didn’t look to see what damage I had done I just ran as fast as I could up to my flat and locked the door behind me before collapsing in gasps and sobs against my front door.

I hope my daughter never has to feel the way I feel right now. Oh so incredibly alone. 
I hope my daughter will never have to shake on the bathroom floor, trying, and failing, to muffle her throat tearing sobs. I hope I never make her feel that way. 
I hope I never say anything to her that will break her. Break her even more than she already might be. 
I hope I’ll never be the reason she’s starving herself and crying while hugging the toilet, willing to make her fingers go down her throat when they just won’t. 
I hope she never has to reach the stage where she’s afraid to even speak to me, because of what I could reply to her. 
I hope she never has to learn to love the pain. 
I hope my daughter never feels this worthless, this alone, this forsaken.

And if you ever will, I’ll let you read these, these messed up poems I wrote when I was just sixteen, I’ll let you know you’re not alone, I’ll let you know I’ve been through heartbreak too, I’ll let you know I love you and I’m so incredibly sorry.

—  I hope I never hurt you like she hurt me.
(via. blue-skies-silver-eyes)
Unbound: A Nessian Fic

Rating: T (eventual E) 

Summary:  It’s been weeks since Nesta arrived at the Night Court and she’s still not used to her new body. Or Cassian’s constant presence as he trains her and Elain. She knows she has to face him, face what she’s become, but it’s easier to pretend there’s nothing going on. After all, he’s still healing too. The Cauldron rendered Nesta and left a piece of itself in her, ruthless and destructive. This is the story of how Nesta put herself together again

This fic has been… months in the making and I’m so excited to finally share it! ETERNAL GRATITUDE to @cuddles-and-chocolate-cake for reading even in its earliest stages, Kaya ( @blackbeak) for screaming with me, reading this at work (I see you Kaya), and MAKING THE LOVELY CHAPTER GRAPHICS, and finally to Lauren (@highfaelucien) for fly handing this before she even knew what it entailed and always being willing to write together
This fic wouldn’t be anything without all of your help!!

Without further ado…

Nesta eyed the Illyrian before her with distaste as he crossed the training yard, barking a quick order at his troops spread in erect lines before him.  Shivering, she rubbed at her arms in the brisk cold of winter still gripping the Illyrian Steppes. The attempt to warm up wouldn’t do anything, it never did.

She and Elain had already been in the Illyrian camp a few weeks while Cassian balanced training his troops with training the two of them and it’d been the longest few weeks of her life.  The hut–for lack of a better word–that she and Elain shared was, while admittedly in slightly better taste than the cottage they’d wasted away in, rustic at best and seemed to leak cold through the walls.

To say nothing of the fact that she had no interest in learning how to control anything rolling about inside her, even as Elain tried her best to follow Cassian’s lessons. Let her power destroy herself for all she cared, it didn’t matter anymore anyway, not with the days melting into each other and Feyre still gone.  They didn’t belong in their home back across the wall any more than Feyre had when she’d shown up on their doorstep. Here was no better. A place to reside until they found somewhere more permanent.

Mor had tried to calm them that first night back, when she’d winnowed them into an unfamiliar house in their dripping nightgowns.  The fae word, as clunky and awkward in her mouth as they were in her mind, had her cursing herself for beginning to integrate herself in their world. Theirs , not hers. Just because she could snap a man’s neck without lifting a finger and her ears came to soft points didn’t mean that she’d ever be one of them.

Rhysand had tried to help, later, after they were dried and changed. He’d attempted to make them comfortable in all their states of discomfort, mental and physical, but they hadn’t seen much of him since.

Not with all he was apparently busy with, readying his court for war.  He’d placed Cassian in complete charge of their training, much to Nesta’s chagrin.  Elain didn’t seem to mind his presence too terribly, even enjoying herself and the magic she could conjure up, but Nesta…

Cassian pushed her–pushed them both–with whatever means necessary, baiting her with barbed words that seemed to stick in her gut more than Rhysand’s ever did.  His approach with Elain was admittedly more tame, bordering on firm instead of antagonistic. She could at least hold him to that, but that didn’t mean she liked him.

The commander’s patience with her sister, however, seemed to be the one redeeming quality in a vast sea of annoyances.

So far there had only been one morning when she’d almost let her sympathy get the better of her, she’d arrived slightly early to the training yard and had seen him with his hand braced on the stone wall, wings quivering. They’d been bandaged for the first week in the Illyrian camp, wrapped tightly in cloth and the first morning he’d shown up with them bare… Her gut had wrenched at the sight of them, all silvery scarred and paper thin, smothered in some sort of salve.  But when she’d announced her presence, he’d only righted quickly, frowning, and growled that “I know I’m pretty, you don’t have to stare.”

[Read the rest on Ao3]


When it’s 2am and you got a bit high and take selfies and then am like “it’s a shame I’m cute even with this naked ass face with no one to send the cute selfie to”, so you post them on tumblr and know you’re cute even with no makeup on.

I’ve given myself a few weeks off the beatings of my body and hard core diet. The three weeks following Garth Brooks in September just really hit me hard. As well as two injuries don’t help. But that’s ok because I’ve come a long way and this journey wasn’t about getting skinny so much as being confident in myself again no matter what stage of transformation my body is in.

I’m spending a lot more nights seeing myself in the mirror and being ok with going to bed with the person I see looking back at me.

Unplugging from the matrix.

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: In the 6th song on the Hamilton soundtrack, Farmer Refuted, Hamilton and Samuel Seabury are arguing. When Samuel goes to repeat his argument again, Hamilton says 'If you repeat yourself again I'm gonna scream,' and Samuel stops. But imagine he had kept going. Imagine he argues his point again and we are treated to 30 seconds of LMM just screaming at the top of his lungs, drowning out everyone else on stage. Why did you deprive us of this, Lin-Manuel Miranda? How could you take this glorious moment from us?
Shit I love Technical Theater
  • The sound of everyone’s feet on a stage during a black out
  • when 5 techies go on stage, move a piece and it looks like no one did it
  • the sound of a smooth fly system
  • the feel of a screw driver with a newly charged battery 
  • at the end of an act or a show and the curtains close and ten techies converge on the stage at once to do their job
  • being able to see in the dark 
  • the satisfaction of building a piece and seeing it on stage knowing how hard you worked on it
  • fixing shit the actors break 
  • the sound of ripping gaf tape
  • saying jokes into the mic during sound check because ‘Testing 123′ is boring
  • going to a restaurant at the last show
  • watching actors cry about never seeing each other again and knowing that you will always be back
  • getting a cue just right
  • always wearing black
  • when a scene change goes faster and smoother than planned 
  • saving something before anyone notices it’s wrong
  • watching actors freak out when something goes wrong and being the only person calm enough to fix it 
  • putting 100% of yourself on stage and no one knows you were there
  • learning that the best validation can only come from yourself
  • learning to be creative, quick minded, resourceful, quiet
  • learning to be humble 
  • knowing that sometimes you don’t have to be loud to be productive
  • knowing that you don’t have to be seen to do something incredible 

When did you last cry?
Yesterday, on stage, cos I put hair gel in my hair and it ran into my eyes. I went temporarily blind and had to cry it out. It was terrible, cos everyone thought I was getting really emotional about the song. I must have looked like I was suffering. Mind you, I was - it bloody hurt.

What’s the most rock ‘n’ roll thing you have ever done?
Most people throw TV’s out of windows, but we go into lobbies find the computerised piano and turn the speed controls right up. That’s much more rock 'n’ roll, especially as no one ever knows how to turn it back again, I just find it very funny.

Vox, february 1996 

what’s really amazing about louis’s song, if you think about it, is that it’s going to be what he and his sisters and his brothers and his family looks back on when they remember johannah, whether it be today or tomorrow or even months and years and decades down the line. they’re going to remember him going up on stage a few days after her death and performing his heart out because it’s what she wanted him to do and they’re going to hear the song and they’re going to smile as they see how strong their mother was, as they see the kind of strength she gave to louis and them, all of them, and they’re going to remember her with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes but they’ll just listen again and again and again. and that’s just something to think about, you know — this is her song. louis wrote it, but this is her song and it always will be her song.

The Butterfly Effect

I said I wasn’t going to write anything else, and this will show you why, because it’s tripe :/

I’ve never been to Dubai or Bali, or scuba-dived, so if this makes no sense, blame google! 

Read it on AO3 or here. 

No warnings except for poor quality and excess length.

So they say that when a butterfly flaps its wings in New Mexico, it causes a hurricane in China.

Another way to put that: when you go shopping in London, you fall in love in Bali.

I’d never have fallen in love if it wasn’t for that new year’s resolution.

No, wait, that’s not the start, let’s begin again. It all started when there was nothing on at the cinema.

No, let’s go back another stage… See when that chaos butterfly started flapping its wings.

I’m only in love, because he cheated. No not him, not the guy I’m in love with now. The other guy. The first one. The creep, the jerk I stayed with too long because I was afraid of everything. The guy who, I can see now, belittled me, and treated me like crap. I’m in love with this guy now, because of that guy. Maybe I should thank him?

So, let’s start at the beginning. The day I finished my Christmas shopping too early. Maybe, just maybe, if I’d taken longer, things would have been different. There’s that butterfly flapping its wings. I’d told Brock I’d be out of the house all day, I was going to go tackle all my Christmas shopping in one day, the first of December, maybe catch a film after to celebrate, get home around 10 at night. That was the plan. Then, flap flap flutter… I was on a roll, I had half the shopping done before I stopped for coffee. Had a cake to celebrate, made a list, set off for the other half. I was like a demon, in and out of the shops, that for Mum, that for Dad, that and that and that for Brock, because, well, we were in love, weren’t we?

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Fearless, Cut by Cut

Cut By Cut


(Taylor Swift, Liz Rose, Hillary Lindsey)

This is a song about the fearlessness of falling in love. No matter how many break up songs you write, no matter how many times you get hurt, you will always fall in love again. When I wrote “Fearless,” I wasn’t dating anyone. I wasn’t even in the beginning stages of dating anybody. I really was all by myself out on tour and I got this idea for a song about the best first date. I think sometimes when you’re writing love songs, you don’t write them about what you’re going through at the moment, you write about what you wish you had. So, this song is about the best first date I haven’t had yet.


(Taylor Swift)

I wrote this around the story line of my best friend from high school, Abigail. I started everything with the line “Abigail gave everything she had to a boy who changed his mind” and wrote everything else from that point, almost backwards. I just decided I really wanted to tell that story about our first year of high school because I felt in my freshman year, I grew up more than any year in my life so far.

Love Story

(Taylor Swift)

This is a song I wrote when I was dating a guy who wasn’t exactly the popular choice. His situation was a little complicated, but I didn’t care. I started this song with the line “This love is difficult, but it’s real.” When I wrote the ending to this song, I felt like it was the ending every girl wants to go with her love story. It’s the ending that I want. You want a guy who doesn’t care what anyone thinks, what anyone says. He just says, “Marry me, Juliet, I love you, and that’s all I really know.” It’s sort of told in a character kind of thing, where it’s Romeo and Juliet, and it’s not me saying that I’m getting married or anything…but I think it’s fun to write about it.

Hey Stephen

(Taylor Swift)

We were recording at John McBride’s (Martina McBride’s husband’s) studio and he was like, ‘My kids are dying to meet you. Do you think that you could say hi to them?’ I said, ‘Sure, have them come and hang out while we’re recording.’ So his daughters and their friends from school – there were about ten of them there – they all came into the studio when we were recording “Hey Stephen” and they loved it. They were singing along with it by the end of it.

White Horse

(Taylor Swift, Liz Rose)

I actually wasn’t going to put this song on the album. I was going to wait for the third album because I really felt like we had the “sadness” represented on this record. Then my agency out in LA set up a meeting with executive producers Betsy Beers and Shonda Rhimes at Grey’s Anatomy because that’s my favorite show. It would just be a dream come true to have a song on it. So, I played them “White Horse.” It was just me and my guitar and they freaked out. They loved it. They said, “We’ll get back to you as soon as possible.” For a while, we didn’t know if we were going to put it on the record because if it wasn’t going to be on the show, then we weren’t going to put it on the album. Then they called and said they were very interested in the song. We recorded it right away, sent it off to them, and they put it in!

To me, “White Horse” is about what, in my opinion, is the most heart-breaking part of a break-up – that moment when you realize that all the dreams you had, all those visions you had of being with this person, all that disappears. Everything after that moment is moving on.. But that initial moment of “Wow, it’s over” is what I wrote “White Horse” about.

You Belong With Me

(Taylor Swift, Liz Rose)

I came into the writing session with Liz Rose and said….I’ve got this idea. I had overheard a friend of mine talking to his girlfriend and he was completely on the defensive saying, “No, baby…I had to get off the phone really quickly…I tried to call you right back…Of course I love you. More than anything! Baby, I’m so sorry.” She was just yelling at him! I felt so bad for him at that moment.

So I came up with the first line “You’re on the phone with your girlfriend, she’s upset, going off about something that you said,” and I ran that into the story line that I’m in love with him and he should be with me instead of her. It just became this whole picture. It was really fun for us to write the line, “She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts.”


(Taylor Swift, Colbie Calliat)

It’s a song about having to say goodbye to somebody, but it never blames anybody. Sometimes that’s the most difficult part. When it’s nobody’s fault.

I was a huge fan of Colbie’s record. When it came out, I fell in love with the way that she makes music. I contacted her management right away and I asked if I could write with her and, sure enough, Colbie had a date coming up in Nashville where she was going to be playing a show and she had the day off. I think she sounds beautiful on it. I’m so excited to have her voice on my album.

Tell Me Why

(Taylor Swift, Liz Rose)

I’d been talking to a guy I’ve never “officially” dated. Sometimes it’s the hardest thing when you have all these dreams of dating them, and you’re getting close, but it doesn’t work out. He would say things that would make me go, “Did you just say that?” It bothered me so much because he would say one thing and do another, do one thing and say another. Because he didn’t know what he wanted, he would just play all these mind games.

So I went over to write with Liz and was just ranting and raving about how this guy is such a flake and such a jerk sometimes, and so cool other times. I was like, “Liz, I don’t know what’s up with this guy!” So I just started playing the beginning, “I took a chance, I took a shot. And you might think I’m bulletproof, but I’m not.”

You’re Not Sorry

(Taylor Swift)

It is about this guy who turned out to not be who I thought I was. He came across as prince charming. Well, it turned out prince charming had a lot of secrets that he didn’t tell me about. And one by one, I would figure them out. I would find out who he really was. I wrote this when I was at the breaking point of, “You know what? Don’t even think that you can keep on hurting me.” It was to a point where I had to walk away.

The Way I Loved You

(Taylor Swift, John Rich)

I got this idea for a song about being in a relationship with a nice guy who is punctual and opens up the door for you and brings you flowers…but you feel nothing. The whole time you’re with him, you’re thinking about the guy who was complicated and messy and frustrating.

So I brought that idea, the title and where I thought the song should go to John. He was able to relate to it because he is that complicated, frustrating messy guy in his relationships. We came at the song from different angles. It was just so cool to get in a room and write with him because he really is an incredible writer.

Forever & Always

(Taylor Swift)

“Forever & Always” is about when I was in a relationship with someone and I was just watching him slowly slip away. I didn’t know why, because I wasn’t doing anything different. I didn’t do anything wrong. He was just fading. It’s about the confusion and frustration of wondering why? What changed? When did it change? What did I do wrong? In this case, the guy I wrote it about ended up breaking up with me for another girl. Guess I know why he was fading..

The Best Day

(Taylor Swift)

I wrote this song on the road and didn’t tell my mom about it. I decided that I was going to keep it a secret and give it to her as a surprise for Christmas. I wrote it in the summer and then recorded it secretly with the band in the studio. After it was done, I synched the song up to all these home videos of her, and my family.

She didn’t even realize it was me singing until halfway through the song! She didn’t have any idea that I could possibly write and record a song without her knowing about it. When she finally got it, she just started bawling her eyes out.


(Taylor Swift)

At one point, I began to understand that it would be harder for me on a smaller record label to get to the places and accomplish the things that artists were accomplishing on bigger record labels. I realized that I wouldn’t get favors pulled for me because there weren’t any other artists on the label to pull favors from. It was going to be an uphill climb and all that I had to encourage me was the hope that someday things would change. That things would be different. After so many times of just saying that to myself over and over, I finally wrote it down in a song.

honestly i didn’t care much for jj up until this episode. prior to this he seemed untouchable, unrelatable and inhuman almost. what person doesn’t struggle with insecurity and is always able to execute everything? his confidence seemed unshakable and maybe there are people like that in the world but not anyone i know

ep 11 humanized him and humanized his experience. i cried watching him push through despite everything, not giving up until the very end, because that’s my experience. that’s the same thing i’ve gone through time and time again as a performer. 

nothing ever goes completely according to plan in performance and that can be good and bad. yurio’s performance was a great example of when all the blood, sweat and tears you put in is actually executed on stage. it’s an incredible feeling but it’s also an elusive prize. jj’s experience in the GPF is much more common, but it’s the choice to face that challenge regardless of the risks that makes you strong. yuuri saw that, his fans saw that, and i think he knew too, with the way he took ownership of his performance despite that it wasn’t up to his usual standards

after years of failure, i’ve learned to accept that things go wrong, and sometimes they go really wrong, but in the moment you have to accept it and move on. you try again and take more risks and go for another jump

that’s also the reason why yuuri chose to up the difficulty of his short program. if you don’t take great risks, you won’t achieve great success. he knew there was every chance he wouldn’t land the jump but that’s what was necessary, and he didn’t regret it. when you come that close, you don’t throw away your shot by playing safe.

Vernon - Bowling night with a touch of love

Request: can i request a scenario where vernon x s.o have a love-hate relationship and one day their group of friends (17) has to do something idk so they left them alone and that leads to them confessing and making out?
Note: I guess you don’t mean S.O. then because they’re not together yet lmao my smartass again ENJOY BECAUSE I REALLY ENJOYED MAKING IT
((I didn’t proofread it yet sorry))

You hated his confidence and how he was so loved by everyone. You were friends with Seventeen and you were very close with some of them but you and Vernon always seemed to get into arguments over the most stupid stuff. When you wanted to see a movie, he would rather eat his shoe than go to that movie.

You just didn’t seem to understand him, you hated the side when he talked to you and also the side of him on stage. He could just act so cocky like he was the best rapper on stage. But then again you knew he also had an adorable side. As a close friend of Seventeen you of course watched all their interviews and you had to admit he did have a nice side. Or stories  the others told about him.

It just seemed he really disliked you, with the occasional exception. Like when you’d forgotten your wallet and he payed for your ice cream. Or when he was in a good mood he joked with you about the others. He even got you a birthday present. You cherished those moments because it was nice to know he didn’t totally hate you.

You were chilling in a sofa in their practice room because they’d promised to go to a bowling alley with you. The song ended but you knew they’d do it just one more time because Vernon jumped too early. So of course to annoy him you said “Yah Hansol-ah looks like you really don’t wanna go!” 

“Don’t call me Hansol-ah Y/n, let’s just do it again.” he snarled. it seemed he was definitely not in a good mood. But I mean it was worth a try. You saw them do the song again but this time he made a mistake at another time. You decided to be quiet now because you saw that the rest was getting a little annoyed as well. “I’m sorry I’ll get it this time.” S.Coups as leader answered him. “Also the next times I hope, just relax. You know this. You’ve done it a thousand times before. Again.” And the all too familiar song started playing again.

You started to feel sorry for him, what could be on his mind? Did he really hate going bowling with you that much? Nah that can’t be it. This time he finally got it right, thank god. It’s not like you could ever get tired of watching them dance but you really wanted to go bowl. And maybe you were glad Vernon finally got it right so he wouldn’t feel bad about himself. Maybe.

So finally after this you could go bowling. While you were all walking to the place, because I mean how else would you get there with a group of 14 people? So while you were walking it happened you were walking next to Vernon at the end of the ‘herd’ of Seventeen members. You noticed he still seemed annoyed. You knew the feeling so teasing him would make it even worse. “You’re not still annoyed about your mistake right? I mean everyone has those days. You’ll do just fine when you have a stage.”

He looked almost surprised by your kindness. “I don’t need your pity Y/n… but thanks. I guess there’s just been a lot on my mind lately.” You sensed the tension between you two, but for some reason it excited you. “Sorry I just don’t like the annoyed Hansol.” He laughed a little. “Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me Hansol? It’s weird when you do it.” He said, the last sentence a little quieter. “I’m sorry MC Vernon it is then.” you joked. “Damn right. I like that one… MC Vernon.” 

“Can I ask you though, what’s been bothering you?” You asked trying to keep the conversation going. “Ah well… let’s say I’m not good with words and stress so I fuck up with certain people pretty often.” “Hmm.” You were wondering if this was about you or maybe someone else but decided not to question it because the subject seemed to make it awkward. It certainly didn’t help that you accidentally bumped your hand against his like 2 times. “You want my mittens? your hands are kinda cold.” 

WELL THIS IS AWKWARD was what went through your mind “Yeah actually it’s hella cold.” he laughed at how easily you accepted them. “Normal people first say like ‘Nonooo it’s not that cold and don’t you need them?’,” he said in a ridiculous voice. “And then the other has to insist on it for you to accept them.” You looked at him while taking his mittens “Well yeah my hands are really cold, do you expect me to suffer? I’m sorry it didn’t go as in your planned conversation” you teased. “Always ruining my fantasies Y/n”

You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “You fantasise about me, Vernon?” “He sure does especially at night huhehe” Jun interrupted. He slowed down so he got in the middle of you two and put his arms around you two. “My two illegitimate kids finally getting along!” He said while squeezing you closer. 

“I do NOT.” he persisted, getting out of his death grip in the process. “Hmmmm sure I’ll leave the lovebirds alone.” he winked to Vernon after leaving. “Jun… He really does live to embarrass others doesn’t he?” Luckily the awkwardness quickly stopped as you arrived at the bowling alley.

You’d reserved a few lanes because being all in one lane would take way too long. The rest had been there for a while because apparently you, Vernon, Jun and Joshua had been stepping very slowly. So everyone already had their shoes. Joshua and Jun quickly got theirs while you went ask to get the lanes activated. For some reason Vernon had followed you so you suggested to get your shoes changed. 

It was a small room filled with those shiny bowling shoes which you entered. You quickly recognised everyone’s shoes. “Urg I guess coming with a big group on a busy night  has its disadvantages… I can’t find my size.” Vernon complained. You sat down on the small sofa in the room. “Then just get a bigger size, bigger is always better.” 

“Ah here are your mittens back by the way, thanks.” you shyly said. “No problem… You know Y/n when I was talking about ‘certain people’ that I fuck up with a lot. I mostly meant you.” 

“No shit.” “Ah sorry about all the times I got so annoyed or annoyed you on purpose. It’s just I kind of get nervous around you.” Now he definitely got your attention. 

“You know I always liked the days were you were nice to me, like today walking here.” he looked you in the eyes and put his hand on yours. “I… I’ve… arg this is so hard!” Y/n I like you and if I fuck up whatever we had as friendship- I’m sorry can we just act like this never happened?” He was visibly frustrated. “Vernon listen to me. I like you, especially if you keep acting as nice as before or like, at the ice cream shop. Remember?”

“Heh I actually took your wallet and put it on the counter so I could pay for you.” You laughed and hit his shoulder. “You did not! Omg you’re so cheesy! But that’s so cute to be honest.” 

“So… it’s mutual? Our feeling I mean, would you mind if I… kiss you?” you took his question as an invitation and made the first move. The kissing quickly changed into making out. He pulled you on his lap which surprised you, he noticed and smirked.

“If you’re gonna let us keep waiting we’ll start withou- NEVERMIND Dino walked in but quickly got out again. You immediately got off his lap and your heart was beating even harder than before. You’d been caught… In the distance you heard “We asked you to get them Chan where are they?” “Uhm… busy…?” Dino murmered. “What? With what where they busy?” “Well… each other.” “WHAT?” “TOLD YOU GUYS” The last one had to be Jun.

You guys had quickly put on some shoes and rushed out of there to stop Dino from spilling the beans but both of you were too late. Both with noticeable blush on your cheeks 

The teasing that night was at a maximum but at least you could sit on his lap while waiting for your turn…

 “Call me Hansol again from now on, it’s even weirder when you say Vernon.” he said while leaning his head on your shoulder.


BTS Reaction: Notice Me, Noona!

BTS Reaction: When he’s trying to get your attention~

A/N: <3


Seokjin’s walking through the buffet line in the small cafeteria off-stage from the concert series, his eyes trailing hungrily over the various dishes he can’t wait to try. This is his second time through the line, and he’s filling his plate again, without a single ounce of shame or guilt. Diet? What diet? EatJin has no such boundaries.

Seokjin’s deciding which of the kimchis he’s going to try when he notices someone approaching from behind. He looks over his shoulder and promptly chokes.

Y/N is walking slowly along the buffet line, inspecting the food and crinkling your nose at the wonderful smells. You’re dressed in full concert attire, stage makeup and styled hair, a simple white and red dress to match the sweet concept your group was promoting this comeback. You look up, noticing the person in front of you had stopped, and smile at him.

Seokjin’s heart kicks into high gear.

“Hello, Y/N-noona!” He bows, nearly toppling his full tray of food onto the ground. “I’m Kim Seokjin, of BTS. It’s an honor to meet you.”

You look surprised at his sudden shout. He flushes, embarrassed but happy that he got to meet you like this. He has your group’s last three albums on his iPod, and he’d tried to download your covers of other songs that he loved without much success, despite enlisting the help of the more tech-savvy Taehyung.

“I know! That you’re Jin-sshi, from BTS, I mean,” you answer, stumbling over your words just a bit. A small smile grows on your face. “It’s nice to meet you too, Kim Seokjin-sshi.” 

He nods, biting his lip to contain his excitement. An awkward silence falls over the two of you, forcing him to find something to say. “This kimchi is really good,” he says, pointing to the small serving bowl at the end of the table. “You should eat more– the concert’s going to be longer than usual tonight. More protein too. Try a portion of this steak or something.” 

When you look at him with bemusement, he realizes what he’d just said. Oh god, he just mothered Y/N-noona like he would one of his donsaengs. “Ah, I’m sorry, that was–”

“No, no. Don’t apologize. It’s been awhile since someone’s said something like that to me,” you say with a laugh, picking up the kimchi in particular. “It’s sweet.”

He flushes, embarrassment and happiness warring for supremacy in his chest. “Do you–would you like to grab a table? With me?” 

You look surprised again by the suggestion but accept with a cheerful “Sure!”

Originally posted by go2bedjungkook


“Ah, Noona,” he interrupts, his voice low and soft. “That’s not right.”

“Hmm?” You look over your shoulder at him, the ramyeon wrapper held close to your face as you struggle to read the fine print. An egg  “Ah, Yoongi. I didn’t know you were in the studio today. What’s not right?”

Yoongi steps into the break room, his hand pulling uselessly at his wrinkled hoodie. He’s not exactly thrilled that the first time he sees you again in two months he’s coming off of three overnighters, hasn’t showered in nearly a week, and has survived on instant ramyeon and Chinese takeout. “You have to boil the water before putting the noodles in. And once they’re nearly soft, you put the vegetables and an egg.”

“Oh….” You put the wrapper down and stare into the pot resting on the break room’s kitchenette. “Thanks. As you can tell, I don’t often make instant noodles. I’d rather cook or eat takeout.”

He hums in acknowledgement, stepping closer to double-check what you’d done in the pot. Water’s just sitting listlessly at the bottom, so he turns on the stove on to begin boiling. When you start cutting up vegetables, carefully watching the knife, he looks you over. You’re wearing a simple blue sweater and jeans with a pair of red converse, little to no makeup that he can see, a pair of glasses perched on your nose. Your hair’s drawn back in a messy bun and simple silver studs are fixed in your ears. 

You’re beautiful.

“No, Noona.” He stops you when you try to put the vegetables in the pot. “Yah, you’re hopeless. Let me do this for you.”

You pout and put the knife down, before pushing your glasses back up your nose and smiling. “I thought Seokjin was the cook of BTS. Who knew the notorious grump had such a skill up his sleeve?”

He sighs, rolling his eyes at you, but is pleased with the roundabout compliment nonetheless. “It’s just instant ramyeon,” he mumbles. 

For the next hour, the two of you sit over instant ramyeon and talk about music, about life. He’s respected you for since his debut, when you’d been brought in to help design the BTS debut tracks. The tiny flame he’d been holding for you had only grown over the years, but you’d both been too busy for any more contact. 

BTS is on a two week break, now that the album’s finished. Maybe this could be the time…

Originally posted by sugaglos

Rap Monster

Namjoon shifts on the sofa again, his eyes trained carefully on the book in his hands. He can see people moving around him from the corner of his eye, harried makeup noonas and coordinators walking amongst different clusters and working on the organization for the interview show. The waiting room itself is probably the nicest he’s ever been in, with plush red sofas, marble coffee tables, and a long bar on the far wall full of expensive teas and coffee available for the show’s guests. He’s already sampled several in the hours he’s been here and is nearly done with the collection of poems on his lap, but the same poem has passed unread in his eyes for nearly half an hour now.

He can’t concentrate with you curled up in the arm chair on the other side of the coffee table, your nose hidden behind the pages of a book, like him. Exactly like him–it’s the same collection of poems by Kim Nam-jo. The knowledge that you read the same literature as he does, that your mind is creating images and worlds from the same text at the same moment as he does, sends a thrill of interest down his spine. 

After weeks of attempting to engage Seokjin-hyung or Yoongi-hyung in the collection and failing continuously, Namjoon had given up on finding someone to talk to about the vivid imagery, the powerful and exacting simplicity of the verse and style, how he hope to learn from it and incorporate the same essence into his work. Now it seems fate has given that hope a second chance, and it’s with the Noona he’s been crushing on for nearly a year.

He hates to call it a crush. That sounds so much more juvenile than the feeling that burns inside him, the interest that had plagued him since he’s watched your interview on TV where you’d mentioned the works of Kim Chi-ha when describing your inspirations for your lyrics. But there wasn’t really another way to describe the giddy, awkward way he feels when he sees you on TV or for a second at k-pop award shows. And now, here he is, barely two yards away, with the perfect opportunity to start a conversation, and he’s…

He’s choking.

Namjoon twists again and heaves a loud sigh, hoping to draw you out of your book to look at him. He turns the book so the cover is visible but not so obvious that he’s practically waving it in your face. He holds his breath when he sees you reach for your cup of tea and take a light sip, keeping his body still, but your eyes immediately go back to your page. Damn it. 

Namjoon brainstorms for more ideas to draw your attention, when he realizes what he’s doing and promptly hates himself for it. “Hey, uh, Y/N-noona.”

You stir at the sound of his voice and look up. “Yes, Rap Mon-sshi?”

“Namjoon is fine,” he replies, ignoring the voice inside screaming that informality is too soon. “I-um…I just noticed that we’re reading the same book.”

You glance down at the book in his hands before a faint smile appears on your face. “Oh. We are.” A few seconds of silence follow, when you withdraw a small, flat piece of metal with a string of beads attached and slip it into the folds of the book. You don’t fold the corners of your books for a bookmark–Namjoon appreciates that. “Have you read her other works? I think this recent collection is pretty good, but I still prefer Music of the Windswept Forest.”

“That’s my favorite collection of hers,” Namjoon agrees eagerly, leaning forward in his seat. 

“Ah,” you say with a smile. “You have good taste.”

He smiles wider than the compliment probably warrants, but he’s thrilled as a conversation starts up between the two of you.

Originally posted by hogays


Hoseok’s messing around with Jimin and Taehyung in the dance studio when the new choreographer comes in for the day’s practice. Namjoon stands up immediately and greets you, bowing and shaking your hand as he leads you to the monitor with their playlists and shows you how to use the program. Yoongi-hyung and Seokjin-hyung continue to lean against the wall, already despairing of the hours of practice ahead. Jungkook’s stretching in front of the mirror, his eyes occupied with the same thing as Hoseok.

It’s a bit unusual for the company to assign a female choreographer to a male group, but Hoseok’s certainly not complaining. Especially when you take the bulky jacket off to reveal a tight fitting grey t-shirt and black yoga pants. Woah….. He meets Kookie’s eyes in the mirror and raises a brow. The maknae slowly nods back, his eyes darting to you before returning to Hoseok. 

“Okay, let’s get this started.” You announce, stepping to the front of the room. The rest of the guys gather around, Taehyung elbowing Jimin in the ribs and waggling his eyebrows ridiculously. Hoseok rolls his eyes at them. “My name is Y/N. I am your temporary choreographer until your choreographer returns from medical leave. I graduated from the School of Performing Arts three years ago and was recently hired by BigHit to help develop girl idol groups.”

You look over a schedule in your hand, flipping through the pages, before nodding. “Mostly I’m here to monitor your rehearsals and make sure you’re not slacking off–” you pause and stare flatly at Taehyung when he starts giggling “–and to work with Jung Hoseok–sshi and Park Jimin-sshi on their solo dance breaks.” You look around and smile tentatively at them. “Any questions?”

Namjoon glares at the maknae line, just waiting for the inappropriate questions, but they remain quiet. “Thank you for helping us,” Namjoon says politely, and practice begins without further ado.

Hoseok pushes his body harder than he normally would, works at every body roll and every minute snap of his hands and knees to ensure his dance work is perfect. You’re watching from the side, inspecting their movements and making notes, a small smile flashing when you watch Seokjin-hyung miss a step and struggle to get back in the loop, laughing at himself as he goes. 

He thinks he can feel the moment your eyes land on him, like a layer of electricity sits above his skin. He throws himself into the hip thrusts of Crow Tit, his eyes flashing to yours to see if you’re watching. At the end of the song, his dance break comes. Hoseok performs it as intricately and professionally as he would on stage, sweat sticking his shirt to his back with the strain, but when he raps up the song, he’s flushed with satisfaction. 

A clap starts up from the left, and they all turn to see you applauding by the monitor. “That run-through was perfect. Well–” you grin at Seokjin-hyung, who holds his forehead in his hands and pants “–almost perfect. Hoseok–sshi, I heard you are the dancer of the group.”

“Ah, well, we have a lot of great dancers in Bangtan,” he answers modestly but smiles when the other members protest that.

“I can see why people would say that,” you say, giving him a half smile. “That was pretty impressive. You run a dance show on V app too, yes? I’m looking forward to seeing you improvise.”

“Thank you,” he replies, turning uncharacteristically shy under the spotlight of your praise. Jimin and Jungkook are the ones that usually receive compliments from their choreographer. Hoseok doesn’t hold it against him; he knows that he trusts Hoseok to nail down the choreo and memorize it with little assistance. But still… it’s nice to be recognized.

Originally posted by hobisu


Taehyung’s performing a V live session in the empty communal break room off set, beaming at the hundreds of thousands of fans pouring in to watch. He’d already decided what cover he’s going to sing for them and is skimming through his playlists on his phone. “Ah, let’s do this one.”

He holds the phone up to his face, listening as the opening music to Whiz Kalifa’s See You Again starts. “This is an ode to Jungkookie,” he tells the fans teasingly, knowing the comment has already earned him a punch to the gut from said maknae. Then he starts singing, “It’s been a long day without you, my friend. And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again.” He’s making exaggerated faces since he can’t move his hands too much without giving the fans vertigo, nodding his head and struggling through the English rap in a rush. Taehyung’s just starting to get into it, letting go of all pretense at getting the pronunciation right, when the door opens.

He pauses for just a second, caught off guard, but continues a second later, turning to look over his shoulder. Indecision cuts through his train of thought. It’s Y/N-noona, dressed in full Hwarang regalia, your hair tied up in a strict bun on your head, skin glowing under the harsh white light of the break room. The flowing robes of the period drama glide behind you, the vibrant magenta hue with layers of emerald green and royal purple make for a majestic entrance whenever you entered the room. He certainly always loses his breath. 

Should he stop? ARMY might be disappointed if he suddenly cut the broadcast, and it’s unlike V to show any embarrassment at his antics. He’s not really embarrassed himself–there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun while he waits to film his scenes–but Taehyung’s been trying to get your attention for the past two months of filming. You seem so mature, so professional while on set, and yet also sweet and funny when out of character. 

Taehyung decides to bite the bullet and continue the broadcast but turns up the charm several notches, doing his best to sing in tune and get the pronunciation close to the original. He flashes you a bright grin when he notices you leaning against the counter and watching him sing and dance with curiosity. The song finally wraps up and he says goodbye to ARMY, citing his upcoming scenes for an explanation to the end of the broadcast, but really he’s just seizing the chance to talk to you if he can.

By the time he shuts the camera down and turns around, you’re walking back to the door of the break room, water bottle in hand. He deflates, a frown forming when he notices you’re headed back to set, only to perk up when you pause by the doorway.

“Taehyung–sshi, was that one of your V live shows?”

“Ah, yes,” he replies, turning to face you and smiling. “I feel bad that I can’t be there with the other guys right now, but I wanted to do a broadcast for the fans too. So no one gets left out.”

“Oh,” you say nodding casually. The corner of your mouth quirks up into a half-smile. “That’s nice of you. Do you always sing for them like that?”

“Not every time, but Jungkook and I usually do a cover on the shows.”

“Huh… cool.” You take a step out of the room but look over your shoulder at him. “I’ve heard you singing in the past, but I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you rap. And in English, too…. You’re not bad, Taehyung-sshi.” 

He glows as you finally leave the break room, unable to keep from dancing around in happiness and shooting Jimin twenty texts about how Noona thinks he’s a good rapper. He ignores Jimin’s reply of ‘no way she said that’ and grabs a  Coke from the fridge, deciding that he deserves a treat for his hard work.

Originally posted by chokemejimin


He’s trying to make it seem like he’s staring at himself in the mirror, but from the look of judgement on Seokjin-hyung’s face, he’s not succeeding. Jimin lifts a hand to ruffle his orange hair, relishing in the fluffy, silky texture and the effortless tousled look it gives to his face, licking his lips before chancing a more obvious glance.

You’re talking with the stage coordinator of the venue, checking the schedule for the hundredth time to make sure there wouldn’t be any confusion for them as they time their performance amongst others at the MAMA awards. Your eyes are steadfastly focused on the task at hand, but every now and then you will look up and find the members, to make sure everyone’s still on standby and read. He just has to be sexy in the right moment, in the exact moment that your eyes find him. Not hard, right? He’s always sexy.

Except he’s not usually surrounded by six other idol groups, several of whom have been eyeing you up like a steak dinner on New Year’s night. 

Jimin coils his body into a twist, stretching to make sure his limbs are still loose and ready to go. If he picks the stretches that show off his thighs and ass, well–that’s just coincidence. He glances in the reflection of the backstage mirror again to see if you’ve noticed him. 

Still nothing. Damn.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

He strolls casually to the wall by the stage entrance, on the other side of the coordinator you’re talking with but still in plain sight for you to see him. With one quick lift, he flattens his leg against the wall, showing off his flexibility honed from years of intense dancing, and rolls his head back, sighing at the feel of his muscles being pulled taught and then loosening. He slowly opens his eyes in your direction. 

You’re staring at him, your mouth just barely open, surprise written across your expression. A small hand comes up to hide your mouth, your eyes shining with laughter. Laughter? 

“So bold, Jiminie,” Taehyung simpers, fanning his face with his right hand. The other hand pats Jimin’s raised leg as the singer waggles his eyebrows.

Jimin lowers his leg and hits Taehyung on the chest, a miniature fight breaking out between them. Once the other boy takes off laughing to bug the maknae, Jimin hesitantly turns around to check your expression. You’re still chuckling as you look at your tablet, but you glance up and meet his gaze. When he runs his hand through his hair again and grins, you smile. Your cheeks are just a bit pink.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


“Oh, there she is, there she is,” Taehyung chants in his ear, nudging his side with a bony elbow.

Jungkook shoves him off, his eyes darting down the hall. He runs his hands along his hair quickly, praying his stage make-up was still on point. 

You’re walking down the hall, surrounded by the other members of your group. The rapper of your group, with dyed blue hair and rows of earrings, wraps her arms around your neck, laughing with you about something. You’re all breathing a bit hard, fresh from your performance for the BigHit family concert, but the faint shine on your face looks…sexy. The black leather pants and black ankle boots you’re wearing really emphasize the shape of your legs, the slender muscles of your calves and thighs carved from hours of dance practice. The white sweater, on the other hand, makes you seem softer, with fitted cuffs that wrap around your small hands, and smooth cashmere that conforms just enough to your shape to make you seem small, feminine. 

Jungkook can feel the ghost of his gangly, extremely awkward high school  years take hold of him at the sight of you. God, why can’t he act like he does on stage when you’re around?

“Do it, Jungkookie!” 

He whips around at the sound of Taehyung’s voice and remembers their plan. Without wasting another second, Jungkook throws himself into a back handstand, his shirt falling down his chest for a few brief seconds in air, before he pushes off the ground with his hands and lands on his feet, nearly kicking out the ceiling with his feet. 

Taehyung cheers loudly, spring forward and shouting Again! Again!, but Jungkook ignores him. He grins in elation at performing the move without falling and chances a glance down the hallway. Did she see?

Your group is in the process of turning a corner, managers hustling you along to get refreshments. Jungkook can’t see you in the bustle. Disappointment tasting bitter in his mouth, he turns to drag Taehyung back to their dressing room, when a familiar voice calls down the hallway.

Daebak, Jungkook-sshi!”

His head turns so fast he gets whiplash in his neck, but there you are, grinning that sweet smile from ear to ear, a small flush on your cheeks. You wave to him before being yanked around the corner by your leader’s arm. A giddy feeling, like a sugar high, fills him, has him bouncing up the walls with Taehyung as they head to their room, and his face feels hot. Your voice echoes in his head, the sound of his own name burns in his ears. 

“Oh my god, Jungkookie, she noticed you,” Taehyung’s teasing him, poking him in the cheek in a manner that would have normally earned him a rocket punch to the gut, but Jungkook doesn’t care.

Originally posted by jung-koook

A/N: Finally~

anonymous asked:

38 or 41 with ash

You’d missed Ashton’s laugh.

You’d still heard it whilst you’d been apart of course. In interviews, in little videos of him on stage, down the phone when he rang or FaceTimed you. But it wasn’t the same, it was distorted somehow, it wasn’t quite right until you heard it in person, when he was sitting beside you.

Even if it was one am.

You stir from your sleep at the sound of his laughter, Ashton still sitting up against the headboard despite the hour. You knew it was jet lag, and the only reason he’d even come to bed was because the two of you wanted to be around each other.

“Hey, sorry Baby.” He smiles, speaking softly when he notices you’ve woken up. Brushing some hair from your forehead he continues. “Go back to sleep.”

“Mmm k.” You nod, your eyes fluttering closed again as he played with your hair. “What you laughing at?”

“Nothing important, just something Mike text me.” He replies as you hum in response. “I’ll stop.”

“No don’t.” You pout, eyes still close. “I like your laugh.

“Thanks Baby.” He chuckles, making you grin. “But I think you need sleep.”

“Mmm. Sleep.” You agree, turning your face into his hand to press a kiss to his palm. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” Ashton leans down to brush his lips against your head. “Sleep tight.”

agent-sapphire  asked:

HI!!! I've read the last Voltron Family AU and--- BALLERINA LANCE!!! *0* His family supporting him so much and coming to watch whenever Lance gets to get on stages and just cheering on him loudly? And instead of being embarrassed, Lance beams at them and waves wildly. also i can't help but also imagine insecure lance about his ballerina----

kaguyaice said: Well if ya consider the dance au with voltron family au, shiro would be estatic to see Lance do ballet, I can see pidge do hip hop. Lol I have no clue fo hunk though, but I think the kids praising and going to their dad’s asking for help
clubspooky said: hello again!! i have another question about the voltron family au! do lance and the kiddos actually pursue ballet?? for lance in particular, is it something he still does as a teenager/adult?? how does his family react when they go to one of his recitals? does shiro record them all like he did keith’s competitions?? thank you again for sharing this wonderful au with us!!!!

[The Voltron Family] Lance did indeed take ballet with Hunk and Pidge like he said when he asked Daddy Keith one day. But unfortunately his other two siblings stopped because they had other interests. 

Shiro recorded EVERYTHING because he was so proud of Lance and tbh that was the only reason Lance kept up with it. He knew he wasn’t that great, but he wanted to make his Daddy Shiro the proudest. So when he heard the news, he immediately called his Dad to pick him up at the dance studio.

Lance: *sees his Dad parking* *runs quickly to the car and open the door to the passenger’s seat* *hugs Shiro tight*
Shiro: *hugs back* *chuckles* What’s gotten into you? You’re very cuddly today. Not that I am complaining.
Lance: *leans back and beams at Shiro* You wouldn’t believe what happened today, Daddy Shiro! Oh wait. *quickly kisses Shiro’s cheek* 
Shiro: *smiles* Don’t forget to fasten your seatbelt. *starts the car* *looks behind him so he can see* *leaves the parking lot*
Lance: *fastens seatbelt* Okay, okay. So! Today it was announced that we’re going to have a winter recital and it’s The Nutcracker. Guess what my role is? *looks at Shiro excitedly*
Shiro: Surprise me.
Lance: *giddly* *screams* I’m Hans Peter!  Daddy Shiro I’m the—
Shiro and Lance: Nutcracker Prince.
Shiro: *eyes widens* *looks at Lance* LANCE. THAT IS AMAZING!!
Lance: *laughs* I knoooow!!!! *hands in the air* And Dad, hands on the wheel.
Shiro: Ooops, sorry. *goes back to driving* But damn, Lance. This is wonderful. You’re finally… *looks at Lance*
Lance: *flushes* *plays with his fingers* *whispers* I know. *smiles*
Shiro: *pulls Lance for a side hug* I’m really proud of you. *kisses his head*
Lance: Thanks, Dad. And hands on the wheel! *chuckles*

It was the night of the recital and the whole family was present. Lance was fricking nervous, he felt like barfing every damn second. 

Keith: *leans in to Shiro* Got everything covered?
Shiro: *chuckles* I do. Why do you ask every single time?
Keith: *shocked* I’m triple checking! I don’t want to miss this! My son is the friggin Nutcracker Prince there! Forgive for being a little too excited!
Shiro: *squeezes Keith’s hand* Relax. He’ll be fine.
Keith: I know. But I’ve danced in dance concerts before. This thing makes people barf a few seconds before their performance.

When Lance was on stage, Keith cried. But Shiro cried the hardest and no one should blame him. When the dancers lined up to bow, Lance waved at his family while wiping his tears as he chuckled. He did his best and it was enough. So when he joined his family, he got hugs and kisses from all of them.

Lance: Careful with the make-up there. *jokes*
Shiro: Awwww, sweetheart. *cups Lance’s face* That was your best performance yet. You made all of us cry our hearts out. *hugs*
Lance: *smiles sadly* Thanks. Though it’ll be my last.
Hunk and Pidge: WHAT?!
Shiro and Keith: *in complete utter shock*
Hunk: Lance, what are you talking about?
Lance: *shoulders sagging down* I’m retiring.
Keith: You’re 15. You’re too young to retire—
Shiro: *stops Keith* Let him finish.
Lance: *looks up at them and forces a smile* I love ballet don’t get me wrong. But I know that I’m not as good as everyone here.
Shiro: Lance, don’t say that. *frowns*
Lance: I know, Daddy Shiro. *sighs* I know it, okay? No matter what I do, I just can’t be as good as the others.
Pidge: But you got the Prince role. Pretty sure that’s a big deal.
Lance: *starts tearing up* I got lucky. We hardly have male dancers so they were kinda stuck with me.
Hunk: Awww, Lance. *hugs Lance tight* You were really great out there tonight. Like a real prince from a fairytale! 
Lance: Thanks, big guy. *chuckles* I wanted this last one to be my best. I wanted all of you to be proud of me. *looks at his family nodding and smiling at him* *smiles while wiping his tears*
Shiro: You sure about this, buddy?
Lance: *nods* I wanted to keep ballet and baseball, but I can’t really do both at the same time. Plus, I’m pretty good at baseball.
Keith: *nods in agreement* I have to agree on that. Though stop dancing too much while you’re on the mount, alright? It’s embarrassing for me
Lance: *laughs* I can’t help it! I’m a ballet dancer!

A Taylor swift concert is literally like you’re on a rollercoaster. First you have to get pumped up with Taylor actually coming on stage and that’s the highest point of the concert because it’s an emotional part yet so energetic…then she does the song and tears just pour down so much and then you get up and it again…some songs are sad and that’s when you really go into a twirl of emotions…and some are crazy and you just loop through those…and then you cry less at the end but let it all out once it’s over…and then you want to do it all over again

Pictures as Proof

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x reader

Words: 710

Warnings: cheating

Request: Requested by anonymous: An Anthony one where he cheats on the reader with jasmine.

“Y/N.” Pippa caught your attention as you walked towards your dressing room. Intermission was almost over and you wanted to talk to Anthony before you went onstage again.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You walked towards her, directing your attention to the phone in her hand.

“Look.” She turned the phone around, the bright screen revealing a picture of Anthony sitting next to Jasmine. She began swiping through a series of photos of them, laughing and talking on the roof.

“They’re friends, what are you-” You stopped when she finally scrolled to a picture of them kissing.

“Y/N.” Pippa repeated quietly. You checked the time idly, turning towards the way to the stage.

“I gotta go.” Your voice cracked, and you raced to the small area behind the curtain. You waited with the other ensemble members for the song to begin.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Thayne whispered with worry.

“Fine.” You grimaced, running out on stage as the song began.

When the cabinet battle started, you rushed offstage. You were thankful for the small break until The Room Where It Happens, so you joined Pippa on a small bench.

“Who else knows.” You groaned, leaning back against the wall behind you.

“I-I don’t know, but are you ok?” She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you broke.

“Of course I’m not fucking ok!” You stood abruptly, startling Pippa. “My fucking boyfriend is fucking cheating on me, and I-”

“Y/N-” Pippa raised her hand, before you cut her off.

“No, ok? I know you mean well, but this is something I’m going to fucking deal with!” You cursed, turning to leave. Suddenly, you were frozen, staring at the man now in front of you.

“Y/N.” Anthony breathed, guilt lacing his words. You could distantly hear Cabinet Battle 1 near its end.

“You should be on stage soon.” You growled, pushing past him and locking yourself in the dressing room.

You sat in your dressing room, listening to the distant singing as Washington On Your Side began. You buried your head in your knees when a knock sounded on your door.

“Y/N, it’s Lin. Can I come in?” Thankful it wasn’t Anthony, you opened the door.

“Hey.” You smiled, despite yourself.

“Are you alright? You’ve been down ever since the intermission. Did something happen? Also, Anthony seems off did you guys-” He began rambling as you raised a hand to stop him.

“You should ask him. Or Jasmine.” You snapped, closing the door.

He stuck his foot out, keeping it open.

“What the hell happened?” He pushed the door wide open, entering the dressing room shared with the other ensemble members.

“Nothing.” You lied, sitting back down on the couch.

“Did- did Jasmine do something with Anthony?” He questioned, taking a seat next to you.

“They kissed.” You sighed, giving in.

“They- oh my god.” Lin whispered, running a hand through his hair. “What- how did you-”

“Pippa.” You explained. “She had pictures.” Your voice was strained, and it almost hurt to talk.

You didn’t realize the door was still open, until you heard a light knock. You looked up, your expression turning sour.

“I should go.” Lin jumped up, leaving you alone with Anthony. He shut the door behind him, racing off to get ready for One Last Time.

“I know I fucked up-”

“Good, because this is one mistake I won’t forgive.” You snapped, crossing your arms.


“Stop.” You turned away from him, staring at the wall.


“Just leave me alone, ok?” Suddenly, you spun around. You stared for a moment. You realized you were giving him false hope, so you ran out of the dressing room.

“Y/N!” He called after you, but you were gone. You informed Daveed of your leave, and told him to tell Lin to get someone else to take your place for the next week. He complied, confused. You thanked him and ran outside.

You drove home, and locked the door behind you.

You broke down in tears, collapsing onto the ground.

You had no idea how much you would miss him over the next week.

See, I’m Smiling Pt 2

Summary: Now that his book has been published, Y/N, despite being by Newt’s side and helping him with his book, feels that he is not supporting her with her dream. This is the second part.

Warnings: Angst, trigger warning for abuse (nothing explicit), a little fluff

Word Count: 2,222

Characters: Queenie, Tina, Jacob, Newt, and OC Phillip

This is part two for See, I’m Smiling. I hope you all enjoy this, a little trickier to write. Again, I do not own anything except for Phillip.


Originally posted by lordgolemord

After you had left Newt’s suitcase, you headed straight back to the stage to continue rehearsal. Luckily, you were going to be rehearsing for one of the sadder scenes in the play, so no one even batted an eye when they saw how red yours were from crying before. Tonight was opening night and Queenie, Jacob, and Tina came from New York to watch your performance. They were making a big fuss over it seeing as it would be their first time watching you in a play, as well as the first time they have seen you since the events that took place in New York. Even though you guys had only been in each other’s presence for a short time, all five of you had become awfully close, making sure to write to each other every week.

You were able to take a big break before the show started, so you had planned on meeting with your three friends for a reunion/birthday dinner. It was originally supposed to be you four and Newt but, after your fight, you were not surprised that he did not show up. You walked up to your friends and grabbed them each for a hug. All three of them each had a turn saying how much they missed you and that they were excited to see your play. You smiled softly at them and thanked them, telling them how nervous you were and how you hoped to do well. You guys were finally seated and were catching up until Jacob had asked,

“Say, Y/N, where is Newt? Wasn’t he supposed to meet us here?”

You cringed lightly, hoping no one had noticed and cleared your voice,

“Oh, uh, he can’t join us,” you said as you looked down in your lap, fiddling with your thumbs, “he has to go to the Ministry to prepare for a party on the success for his field guide.”

An awkward silence filled the table and finally Tina spoke,

“But I thought he took off this weekend just to be with you? How could he be so inconsiderate of your feelings, especially since it is your birth- “

“Tina, stop, you’re only upsetting Y/N,” cried Queenie, putting her hand on yours. Tina glanced at you and saw that your eyes were red and glassy.  She placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it softly,

“Oh, Y/N, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset. It is not my place to say anything.”

You sniffled and looked up at her, putting your free hand on top of hers and gave a sad smile,

“It’s okay Tina,” you sighed, “Newt just has more important things to attend to. I should be used to this by now. It really isn’t a problem.”

Queenie smiled sadly at you, she heard you thinking about your argument with Newt and knew that it really hurt you. Queenie turned to Jacob, who looked upset, and asked him what the time was. He pulled out his pocket watch and told her it was a quarter until Y/N had to be back for her play.

“Oh goodness Y/N!” exclaimed Queenie, “We need to get you back. I simply cannot wait to watch your performance! You are going to be so wonderful.”

You all stood up and left the restaurant, hugging them and saying your goodbyes. You took one last look at Queenie, who gave you a sad smile, and took off for the theater.


When the play ended, the entire theater burst with applause. You had always enjoyed the sound of people cheering and whistling, but this time it was different as they were cheering for you, the star of the show. Roses of many different colors were piling on the stage and you grabbed the hands of your fellow actors and took a bow. When you lifted your head, you could see your friends in the front row, cheering and smiling at you. You gave them a small wave before the curtains closed. You were heading back to your dressing room when you heard someone shout your name and you saw Phillip, one of the leading actors and a fellow wizard from the play, walking towards you.

You took in his appearance; he was very tall and would often tower over you whenever he would stand near you, he also had very broad shoulders, and he carried himself like he knew everyone was watching his every move. His hair was black and combed to the left side and he had dark brown eyes that were serious.

You smiled at him and said, “Hi Phillip, great performance tonight.”

He chuckled deeply, “Thank you Y/N, you did wonderful yourself. I was wondering if you were going to meet up with the rest of the crew to celebrate how well the play went. We were all going to head over to one of the pubs and have a couple drinks.”

You shifted uncomfortably and looked down,

“Oh, uh, I don’t know Phillip,” you sighed, “I am just really tired and I had a long day and just really want to go to bed.”

“C’mon Y/N, don’t you think you deserve to have fun tonight?” He asked, lightly brushing your arm, “You were wonderful on stage tonight, you deserve to celebrate.”

You didn’t know why, but you felt very uncomfortable while Phillip was touching your arm. You watched as his eyes roamed down your body. You cleared your throat and moved your arm away from his touch and said

“Maybe I can go for a little bit. But can I invite my friends? They should still be waiting for me-“

“Of course,” he interrupted, “I can go tell them where we are going and they can meet us there, you go get changed and I will be waiting for you out front.”

You nodded and walked towards your dressing room. Once you changed and grabbed your coat, you walked outside and looked for Phillip. When you saw him, you both walked towards the closest bar.


Once you walked inside, you searched everywhere for your three friends.

Odd, you thought, they should already be here.

Phillip pulled you away from your thoughts and asked if you wanted to find a seat at the bar and offered to buy you a drink. You nodded hesitantly and started towards the bar. Phillip ordered you both some shots of Firewhiskey and gave a toast for how successful the play was. You downed it and ordered another round.

You had no idea what was making you, but all you kept thinking about was how Newt left you and how he may never come back. You refused to cry again, so you decided that drinking away your sorrows was the better option.

It had been at least an hour and you began to wonder where your friends were. Every once in a while, Phillip would touch you and it began to make you uncomfortable. You were six shots in already and started to feel warm throughout your entire body. You heard Phillip ask you a question and looked back at him,

“Sorry, I was just looking for my friends,” you said, slurring your words a bit, “are you sure you told them the right place?”

“Yeah, I gave them the address and everything,” he said, taking another shot, “I don’t know why they haven’t shown up yet. Would you like me to order you another drink?”

You shook your head, “No, I really should get going. If my friends aren’t here then they are probably waiting for me at my apartment.”

You started to get up and you felt Phillip grab your arm in a rough manner, you turned and gave him a dirty look.

“Let me take you home,” he laughed, “There are all kinds of bad men around here, especially at night.”

You started to feel nauseous, and not from the alcohol. You did not want to be accompanied by Phillip, you felt very uncomfortable and just wanted to go to bed. The way he looked at you made you squirm in his grasp.

“Thank you, Phillip, but I think I can manage,” you said sharply and pulled your arm from his grasp and began to walk away. You still felt a little dizzy, but you were more determined on getting your way back to your apartment.

While you were walking, you felt as if someone was following you, and this made you walk a little faster. You were just passing an alleyway, when you felt a hand thrown over your mouth and another grab you by the waist and push you roughly against the wall of the building. You looked up and saw it was Phillip; his eyes filled with craze and lust, and tried to pull away from his hands.

“I tried to act like a gentleman towards you. Y/N,” he started, his body pushing hard against you, “but you were just being so stubborn and had to leave me looking like an idiot.”

You stared back at him in shock as your eyes began to water, and tried to scream, but all that came out was a muffled cry and Phillip laughed.

“Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay sweetheart. We are just going to have a little bit of-“

You didn’t get to hear Phillip finish his sentence as there was a bright light that hit him and threw the both of you on the ground. You looked back and saw Newt running towards you,

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, “Love, are you alright? Let’s get you out of here.” He picked you up gently and apparated you both to your shared apartment. He gently sat you on the couch and sat next to you. You were still in shock, not only just from the terrible thing that just happened to you, but also that Newt was sitting next to you, when he should have been at the Ministry. Your body began to shake and tears began to spill and you suddenly felt a pair of arms pull you towards them closely.

“Shh, it’s okay love,” Newt said, “I’m right here and I promise I am not going anywhere.” He kissed the top of your head and began rubbing your back, trying to calm you down.

“I-I was s-so s-scared Newt,” you were sobbing and began to hug Newt, “I t-thought he w-was going to h-hurt me.”

“Shh, Y/N, it’s all over now,” he began to pull away and placed his hands on your cheeks, wiping the tears away, “I’m here and I won’t be leaving you anytime soon.”

You looked at him, calming down a little,

“Newt, how did you find me? I thought you were going to be at the Ministry.”

“W-well I was,” he began, “but I felt awful and I wanted to apologize for not giving you my full attention and for making you feel like you didn’t matter as much to me. I went to the theater to try and catch the rest of your performance, but I guess I was too late. I saw someone and asked where you had gone and they told me some pub. I went there and I couldn’t find you so I went and asked the bartender and he told me you had just left. When I walked out, I saw you just as that man…” he trailed off and began to shake his head.

You pulled him in for another hug, “I am so sorry Newt, he told me that our friends were waiting for us and I just got so upset about earlier and I thought that drinking would help take away the pain but-“

“No Y/N,” he pulled away and kissed your forehead, “don’t you dare apologize. I should have never left you. I made you a promise and I broke it. I was too focused on my field guide that I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you. You are the most important thing in my life and I never wanted you to feel like you weren’t. You are my whole world, love, and I want to make up for everything. I will never leave you feeling like you are worthless and I will never leave you behind. I can’t imagine my life without you and I promise to never make you feel inferior ever again. I love you, darling.”

You felt your eyes start to burn with tears again, “I love you too Newt, and I am so sorry I didn’t tell you how I felt. I really am proud of the success that the book has brought you; I didn’t mean to make you feel like I wasn’t proud of you.”

“Shh, love,” he said rubbing your back, making circles with his fingers, “let’s not think about that now. We are here together and nothing can change that. Let’s get you to bed, you deserve it.”

You let Newt carry you to your shared room and lay you down. Newt lay behind you and pulled you close and held you as if you would just float away once he did. He peppered the back of your neck with kisses and whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

“I promise I will never leave you again, Y/N. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Newt.”