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Yuri!!! On Stage Event Report!

So today (4/29/2017) I went to the Yuri on Ice Yuri on Stage event. To clarify though, I was not at the actual Tokyo event, rather a live viewing at a local movie theater. Which of course does alter the experience but it’s the next best thing. At first I thought the theater was only doing the afternoon session, but very last minute I ended up being able to attend both!

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I wish everyone could appreciate Jin and Hoseok the way they deserve it. Jin isn’t only a pretty face nor is a decoration in this band. He’s a singer with amazing acting skills (the guy can shed a tear in a few seconds) and a great sense of humor. He is always underrated and he’s the funniest member. Jin can make any variety show more interesting than it is supposed to be.  As in for Hoseok, his dancing skills can cause everyone’s jaw to drop. Dancing? Is that all he got? No, he’s the moodmaker in BTS.Without Hobi, BTS wouldn’t be as cheerful as they always are. You can ask Yoongi , who always said and I quote “Hoseok is like my source of energy” . Jungkook and Taehyung who lost interest and cancelled their plans to go out, the second Hobi said he wasn’t going out with them. Bighit baby, you need to wake up and let them shine as bright as everyone else.

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Totally useless information: I am that kind of person who wears grey or navy and calls that a colourful outfit. I am an all-in-black person, but sometimes I wear green like this one: a slightly darker that what we would nowadays call olive or military green.

This court coat and waistcoat are wonderful examples of the clothing that was needed to be worn in (duh) court at the end of the century: perfect, heavily decorated, hiper elegant and pretty much over the top. Damn, I wish I could embroider like that… or even make a proper coat (JUST LOOK AT THE BACK PLEATS!! Sorry, I’ll go cry in the corner).

Green velvet court coat and matching ivory satin waistcoat, ca, 1790, France.

Things from musicals that are so perfect they are borderline erotic

When Jonathan Groff first comes in in The Bitch of Living.
The third and fourth “burn"s in Burn and Phillipa Soo’s voice all the time. Shoutout to the final “mine” too; that’s gorgeous.
Pia Douwes’s voice, and how it is somehow simultaneously smooth and pure and beautifully rough.
The harmonies at the end of Make Up Your Mind/Catch Me I’m Falling.
The “or"s at the end of lines in Pretty Women.
“Would you think so badly of me” in Sonya and Natasha.
Rudolf’s "dann"s in Wenn Ich Dein Speigel Wär. And the "Nein! Ich möchte leben!” in Elisabeth, Mach Auf Mein Engel.
The dissidence of “trees” in Darkness and Trees.
How Phillipa Soo’s voice blends perfectly with the violins in Natasha Lost.               The harmonies in the chorus of You Love Who You Love.
“I wish I could fly” from Superboy and the Invisible Girl.
That thing in The Bitch of Living when they are all jumping around chaotically and then suddenly are frozen singing “do they think we want this?” (Start at 2:40 for the full effect.)
That thing Karen David does in like every song in Galavant where her voice changes pitch slightly and damn.
The way “sadness” is sung in Don’t Do Sadness. Also the strings.                  How Jeremy Jordan says “history books” in This World Will Remember Us.   waaaaaaaiiiaiiiiiaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiittttttt for meeeeeeeeeee
Damon Daunno’s falsetto. And head voice. So, yeah everything.
The piano in Hurricane.
The thing they do in Stop the World with the turntable and the chairs and everyone singing in a really lovely harmony with just the perfect amount of dissidence and sweet damn I love everything about it.
Absolutely everything about how Philippa Soo sings Times Are Hard for Dreamers. (Her voice is 15% of this list and that’s me holding back help it’s so beautiful.)
Both “nothing, it was nothing, I didn’t lead him on at all” and “back in the theatre full of light” in Natasha Lost.
Jenn Colella singing her phone call in 28 Hours/Wherever We Are.
Jenn Colella everywhere else let’s be real.                                                                The Thing™ Laura Osnes does all the time in Bonnie & Clyde but especially in How ‘Bout A Dance.
When Eva starts singing in High Flying Adored.
How syrupy and rich Jasmine Cephas Jones’ voice is in Say No to This.     Basically every harmony in Hadestown.
That part of Seventeen when JD and Veronica are singing “seventeen” together and he’s singing higher than her. Also when Boote in Der Nacht and Wenn Ich Tanzen Will end the same way.
Everything about Gwyndolyn’s voice, especially when she’s singing her parts of A Happy Ending for Us.
The slight roughness in John Gallagher Jr.’s voice.
How drowsy and sexy Idina Menzel’s voice is in As Long As You’re Mine.
Also when she sings “it well may be” in For Good. (It’s nice for different reasons of course.)
Chris Jackson’s voice in One Last Time. And in every other song.

Hit the Diamond
GIVE ME ALL THE RUBIEEEES!!!

The way that this episode had not only things I wished, but things I thought that would be pretty unlikely to happen makes it hard to believe that I’m not dreaming, somehow. At the beginning of this year I made a fancomic with lots of Rubies and had such a great time just by playing with the idea… I could never imagine that we would have such an anime-istic episode WITH THAT MANY RUBIES. AND SO MANY RUPPHIRE MOMENTS. The jokes were amazing, all other characters were just as incredible, DAMN. I’m so happy! 

BTS Love Yourself Theory: Jin

BigHit has said that BTS is acting with a false self in these highlight reels, as in they’re hiding their true selves because they are afraid people will not love them for who they really are. 

This makes a lot of sense towards all of the members, but in specific Jin. 

Jin is pretending that he is still alive, when he is really dead.

It’s been pretty much established in all of BTS’ HYYH music videos, Jin is the one who is dead. But I feel like for the longest while he has been having the hardest time coming to terms with this, because he doesn’t want to leave behind his brothers and he wishes he could do so many things over again, but better this time. He still has regrets (on his posters it says: If I could turn back time, I want to be the best man, If I could turn back time, I want to go back to that summer sea, he means turn back time to when he was alive). 

The beginning of his dialogue in the third highlight reel is this: “Looking back I had known all along, that underneath the glimmering world before my eyes lay my deception, that everything was to collapse with a breath of wind, I turned away, sidestepped, simply closed my eyes. Afraid I was, afraid to be loved for who I am.”

This refers to all of the members, but in specific to Jin, he’s admitting that he knew all along that he was dead, but he chose to deny it, because no one could love him for who he is, he felt no one could truly love him if he isn’t alive, that they’d just forget about him

When Jin is driving, he looks as if he notices something in his rear view mirror

And if you notice during the scene (watch for proof), he’s in the same intersection where he was at the end of the video because of the blinking yellow lights reflecting off of his car and around him, like here 

This is the same intersection (I’d watch the scene again for a clearer view)

Now I feel like all of Jin’s parts in this video were kind of out of order, because sometimes he was driving peacefully, but other times he looked distraught and in denial, driving recklessly 

I think the parts where he was acting irrational, looking as if he’d seen something he didn’t want to was after he died. Jin died in that intersection, not the girl. He drives through the same intersection where the girl is hit and killed, when he looks back he doesn’t see her he sees himself 

Jin most likely dies on his way to get the flowers. When he actually arrives by the truck, the girl isn’t even there waiting for him like he saw. Watch the scene again and look across the street, she isn’t there 

I think the girl is meant to represent Jin, she is supposed to be the one who shows him his true self and what he actually is; dead. But Jin doesn’t know that yet, he’s still in denial and obtaining his false self

She suddenly appears out of nowhere then, she was never there before 

The she runs across the street to him and gets hit, Jin’s own accident replays in front of his eyes and he knows this

This isn’t a face of shock, this a face of realisation and understanding. He just watched himself die, he is already dead. That’s why the scene is suddenly basked in an ominous purple, in some countries it is meant to represent death and mourning. Jin is dead.

He realizes this now, it’s no longer a dream, he is AWAKE 

The lyrics in his song say: 

I want to stay I want to dream a little more But still It is time to leave (It’s time for him to go to Heaven now that he knows he’s dead)

Wide awake Wide awake Wide awake
Don’t cry
Wide awake Wide awake Wide awake
No lie
Wide awake Wide awake Wide awake
Don’t cry
Wide awake Wide awake Wide awake
No lie

Jin died that night and finally realizes it. That’s why he was the only one with a date in the second highlight reel, because that was before he left his home to pick up the flowers, before he got hit by a car in the intersection 

That was the last day he was alive

Give my muse a fear and they’ll rate it from 1-10 according to this scale!

1 - 2 - This doesn’t bother me at all. I am completely okay with this.
3 - 4 - This slightly irks me, but I am not really afraid of this.
5 - 6 - I see it as a regular fear, I do not wish to be in the presence of this.
7 - 8 - I see it as a pretty big fear of mine, I cannot stand being in the presence of this, or I could be mentally distraught.
9 - This is one of my biggest fears, and even seeing stuff about it online makes me terrified.
10 - This is my alltime worst fear. Seeing it online, or even hearing a word correlating to it will send me in immediate panic.

Praise Kink

Originally posted by solo-harry

Imagine: Ight so it is pretty much #confirmed at this point that Harry has a praise kink. At his concerts he fucking stands there and just gets the crowd to keep screaming for him. The little shit loves it. So here’s an imagine based on it. 

Warnings: SMUT ( i feel like i went over the top on this a lil)

Word count: 2,043

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It’s been a tough day. It started with nerves, getting ready with Harry for an award show. Not just any award show, though, it was his first award show that he was going to alone as Harry. Not One Direction. Just Harry Styles.

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Jimin’s runaway daughter pt.2

Jimin’s DaughterAU!

Genre: Angst

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5 Finale]

Warning: Sensitive Content (mentions of abuse; read at own risk)


Originally posted by ohparkjimin

Dad arrived in no time and came over to me, a me that was still sat on the swing not wanting to move. I didn’t want to go home. Now that I’ve told him all that has happened, I know he would have relayed the message to my mother as well. He sat on the swing next to mine and stayed silent for a little while.

“Are you ready to go home now? It’s really late and you should really be going to sleep. Your mother is at home crying her eyes out because of you.” I scoffed to myself at his words. Crying because of me? Clearly not because I ran away, that’s for sure probably because I’m coming home instead.

“You’re rich dad, can’t you just buy me my own place? I don’t want to live with her.”

“I’m not buying you your own place to live alone at when you’re only twelve Y/N.”

“But I’m mature for my age!”

“Oh really? You ran away from home and you call that mature?” He laughed as he looked at me.

“I was getting myself out of a bad environment, which is beneficial for my own physical and mental health, I’ll have you know.”

“Answer’s no, you’re not legally allowed to anyway.”

“So you’re saying that if I was legally allowed to, you’d buy me my own place?”

“No little one, you’re my child and I will not allow you to move out so soon.”

“I’m not a baby dad!”

“But in my eyes, you’ll always a be my little baby. Because I’m your dad and it’s just how this all works.” I gave him a side glare as he laughed at my facial expressions.

“Let’s go home, it’s getting cold.” He stood up and and walked over to me, gently stroking the top of my head as I stood up.

“Remember to apologise to your mum when you get back alright?”

“But why? I’m not the one who’s in the wrong.” I protested and stood my ground.

“You called her a bitch Y/N, you should never use that kind of language towards her.”

“I didn’t say it to her face, I said it to you.”

“And she knows about it.”

“Well thanks dad, for dragging me to hell and leaving me there. God knows what she’ll do to me now because you told her.” I rolled my eyes, I knew what my future looked like now, and it wasn’t so pretty, but I couldn’t bring myself to be serious about it, to cope with all this - I could only make jokes. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t even be here anymore.

Getting home didn’t take very long, I wish it would have taken us a year or so, but in reality it only took ten minutes. As I strutted through into my home with my dad walking beside me I saw my mother run towards me, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. People usually feel warmth from these hugs, but this was quite the opposite. When people hug you this way, it’s not actually supposed to hurt. But this? I really feel as though she was trying to squeeze all the air out of me, deliberately. I looked over at dad again and his eyes widened and eyebrows raised, clearly indicating for me to apologise to this woman I had clinging onto me.

“I’m sorry mum, for calling you a bitch.”

“No baby it’s my fault, I’m sorry I made you mad at me. I was so scared when you left, I thought I weren’t ever going to see you again.” Her sobs were fake, I wondered how dad was actually falling for this bullshit. But as he walked away after smiling at the two of us, the she devil whispered something into my ear.

“You know you’re going to be punished for this right? If you were going to run away, you should have left quietly. Why are you even back, or is it because you miss the idea of me beating you that you came running home? Calling me a bitch too? That’s rich, love.” I can’t lie and say that I wasn’t afraid, because I was. I was more than afraid but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

Nobody would believe that the woman who raised me the last twelve years would do me such harm. Nobody would believe it because she was always fake in the public eye. I would have done anything I could to expose her lying ass to world but I couldn’t. I couldn’t because that would wreck my dad’s image, not only that but he loves her and she loves him too. I see how happy they make each other and even sometimes I feel as though I don’t fit in the picture. My parents have always been so hopelessly in love with one another, they started dating at sixteen and they’ve been together ever since.

No matter how much I don’t like my mum because of the way she treats me I’m thankful, I can still see her eyes light up when dad walks into the room and I still see his eyes light up whenever she enters. It’s like she falls in love with him all over again just like he falls for her as if it was the first time, and honestly that really makes living here worthwhile. Because I know he’s receiving all the love he deserves, even if she doesn’t love me. It wasn’t always like this though. Mum used to care about me, up until I was nine - something changed. I don’t know what it was and I don’t think I’ll ever find out but even through it all, I know I do still love her - I mean she is my mum so how could I not, and really, I just want her to love me again.


Huntress in the Snow

What if Rhys had met Feyre back when she was still a little girl, alone in the woods and hunting for her family? Inspired by this beautiful work of art, here’s the hypothetical meeting between an abused, tired Rhysand and a tiny Feyre.

 

Rhysand rarely leaves Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain.

He rarely leaves her bedroom, for that matter. Life is just a frenzy of lies, sex, dancing, drinking, hatred and torture these days and he has long given up on making his existence bearable. He doesn’t really care anymore.

He doesn’t care for the stares they give him, the names. He doesn’t care for those pitying glances. He doesn’t care when Amarantha is straddling him, using him, her fingers pulling his hair.

Spring Court is covered in masks right now, but Rhysand might as well be wearing one, too. He doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He murmurs things in her ears, he lies, promises, he kills on her behalf, he smirks and laughs and betrays, and he isn’t sure he can ever get back from that.

He’s doing it for Velaris and his beloved ones. That is what he tells himself, over and over and over again, when he’s buried inside her or when he snaps someone’s neck. It’s the only reason he’s still holding on. Velaris. Mor. Amren. His brothers. His court.

Court of Dreams. It’s like a bitter joke, ashes in his mouth. He doesn’t know if he will ever see them again. Doesn’t know if he wants to- after what he’s done.  

He probably won’t ever see them again. This nightmare will never end.

Life is miserable. Rhys doesn’t care.

With the way things are developing right now, his old enemy Tamlin is going to join them in a few years- 42 years have passed and that fool, that idiotic fool hasn’t managed to break the curse. If he realizes that he could save them all, Rhysand doesn’t know. Perhaps Tamlin is just trying to protect those he loves as well. Perhaps he’s trying- perhaps he’s fighting.

Perhaps he’s not.

Rhysand doesn’t care.

He also doesn’t care that Amarantha sends him to the human realm today. To find a group of fae from Dawn Court that have escaped; find them, bring them to her, watch her torture and kill them and fuck her afterwards. It’s nothing to him. He’ll play his part. He’ll be urgent and passionate- I’ve been aching for you, my queen, my everything, woman of my dreams- only you, only ever you- he’ll make her scream his name and kiss her afterwards.

All the while, he’ll be somewhere else. He’ll be talking to Amren, quietly. He’ll be drinking with Cass and Azriel, playing cards. He’ll be dancing with Mor. He’ll be walking through the streets of Velaris.

That’s the only thing he has. And even those memories are further and further away from him with each passing day. Rhysand is afraid that he’ll wake up some morning and find that there’s no fight left inside him- that he’ll just give up.

He looks around.

He’s in a forest, close to the wall. It’s spring, but snow still covers the trees and the ground. He will encounter no humans here- none of them would be so foolish, so daring to get this close to the wall. He sits down next to a stream, closes his eyes and just doesn’t think. A few, scattered moments of peace- he takes what he gets.

Just a few moments. Then he’ll hunt those poor bastards down.

Feyre is twelve, and she’s been roaming this forest for a year now. She’s been following the village’s hunters; copy the way they set their snarls, carry their bows. She has a dream: she’ll hunt so much food her father will get better again. Nesta and Elain will get fatter, rounder, and they will both find very handsome men to marry. Then it’ll be Feyre and her father, and she’ll hunt for him while he reads at home, and in the evening, she’ll cook for him and paint a little.

So far, she hasn’t ever shot anything bigger than a rabbit, and that one time was on accident. The snarls are what works better.

Nesta turned fifteen yesterday. Feyre knows her sister has hoped their father would say something, but he has forgotten all of their birthdays. Nesta has looked like murder all day long. Elain tried to talk to her, but she locked herself in their room.

Elain and Nesta are very sad, Feyre knows that. They remember more of their mother and they talk about her sometimes, exchanging bits and pieces of who she used to be. In the beginning, right after they moved into the little hut at the village’s edge, they tried to be there for her- but they have too much to worry about, now. They never even play with each other. They don’t thank her when she brings food home.

Feyre makes her way through the trees. She must always stay away from the wall- dangerous creatures are there, fae. She’s so afraid of them she has nightmares sometimes.

But today, some inner voice tells her that the wall is not dangerous. That no fae will hurt her. And almost by themselves, their feet make her walk closer and closer to the buzzing, invisible thing that separates their human world from the fae.

When she comes onto a clearing, she sees a man. He is sitting on a fallen tree branch next to a river and his head his lowered, almost as if he were praying. He doesn’t carry weapons, but his clothes are fine and elegant- he must be a rich merchant, lost in the woods.

Perhaps she’ll get a reward if she leads him out of here. Curiosity gets the better of her. “Are you okay?”, she calls over to him, and that is the exact same moment he looks up and meets her eyes.

It knocks the breath out of her. He’s a fae. His ears are long and pointed, and there is something otherworldly in his features that marks him as different.

This is it. She is going to die. Nesta and Elain and her father will starve because she’s not there anymore. How could she be so careless, hunting so close to the wall?

The man takes in her unwashed hair, her threadbare clothes, her make-shift bow. “You should not be here”, he rasps. “You should run.”

Feyre tries to be a still as she can be. The man doesn’t get up, doesn’t come closer. As if he knows that she’ll start screaming if he does.

“Go”, he commands, angry. “Don’t ever come here again. Understand me? Don’t go into the forest at all. Stay at home.”

And she should do just that, run until she’s far away from him, but…

“I have to”, Feyre says. “I have to hunt.”

“No, you don’t. A small girl like you should stay with her family.”

“You don’t understand.” She steps closer, her bow still ready in her hand. “My family will starve if I don’t. I am doing all of this for them.”

The man breathes in, sharply, and she swears that she sees devastation in his eyes. “What?”

“My father can’t take care of us.” Why the words are spilling from her mouth like that, Feyre doesn’t know. “And my sisters are scared. I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them.”

The man stares at her.

“Are you going to hurt me?”, Feyre asks. She tries to hide that she is scared of that fae. She tries to pretend that she could shoot him, if she wanted.

He shakes his head, slowly. “Of course not.”

“What are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t fae be on the other side of the wall?”

The man smiles a bitter smile. “Usually, we should. But I…was allowed a little freedom today.”

“Are you a hunter, too?”

He closes his eyes. “I suppose.”

“Then you’re a little bit like me.”

“Well.” He laughs. “Not really. But I am doing this for my family, too. All of this.”

Feyre doesn’t know why, but for some strange reason, it makes her very happy that the man has a family. That he’s not alone.

“That’s good”, she smiles. “You should go be with them, not sit in the forest by yourself.”

He nods. “You’re right, of course. As should you.”

Feyre steps as close to him as she dares. The fae is very pretty, she realizes. All the older village girls would probably be in love with him. But he looks sad, she thinks, and she doesn’t know why, but it makes her heart ache a little. She wants him smiling.

“Here.” The fae nods his head and suddenly, a basket filled with bread and meat appears in the snow. “Take that home to your family. It should give you enough food to eat for the next few weeks. I can’t- I wish I could do more. But my hands are quite literally tied.”

“Is this some sort of trick?”, Feyre asks. “Some bargain? Some fairy magic?”

The fae shakes his head, a flicker of amusement on his face. “No bargain, little girl. Although I’m impressed you’re already so wary for your age.”

Feyre picks up the basket. This is better than the time she shot the rabbit. This is all of her birthdays combined. “Thank you- what’s your name?”

“Rhys”, he says, looking at his hands. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“That family you told me about?”

“Yes”, Rhys says softly. “My family.”

Feyre smiles at him. It comes so easy, the smile- because something deep inside her core tells her that she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. And she trusts that. “Thank you, Rhys. Your family is lucky to have you. You just saved mine today.”

He still looks so very sad. “Then that’s something”, he says hoarsely. “Before you go- one thing.”

And suddenly there are talons in her head, and she can’t move anymore.

“It’ll be over in a few moments”, Rhys says. “But I can’t let you remember me. She’ll find out, somehow. She’ll break you just for fun.”

Some white blanket is thrown over her mind, and the next second, Feyre finds herself alone in the woods.

What just happened? Why is she here?

Oh, yes- she remembers- the rich merchant who she met on her way here showed mercy and handed her the basket-

What on earth is she doing so close to the wall?

Feyre turns around and runs. Today is such a good day. She feels happy, not just because of the gift…but because of something else.

And maybe she can get through all of this.

Maybe she’ll find a way out of this someday.  

Rhys has never done something like this, but he forces himself to forget her. He pushes her image into the very, very back of his mind, he uses his magic on himself and forces himself to forget about that girl in the snow, that tiny, little huntress.

Because for some reason, he knows that she is important. For what, he doesn’t know. But he’ll do what it takes to keep her hidden from Amarantha.  

It makes him cry out in pain to use those talons on himself, but-

Rhys finds himself standing somewhere in the forest.

Why is he still here? He should go- hunt those Dawn fae down.

There’s a weird feeling of goodness in the back of his mind. Of happiness. And he remembers- that those he loves are out there. That somehow, someday, he’ll see them again. That there is a reason for everything.

He feels hope, and he doesn’t know why.

I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them, whispers a voice inside his head. He knows who said it-

A girl-

He can’t remember. But that feeling lingers.

That night, when Amarantha is on top of him, moving and moaning about how good this feels after a kill, all he can think is the clock is ticking, you bitch. You’ll go down soon. Someone will come and end you.

When she leaves him, he showers and washes her scent off him. Someone is out there, he thinks. Someone good. This world is not completely lost. And for some reason, he cares again. Cares about what happens. Cares about who wins. Suddenly, he wants to fight.

That night, he has the strangest dream. It’s a hand, unpacking a basket full of bread, apples and meat. A small hand; a child’s hands. But it makes him so inexplicably happy he thinks about that dream for days.

A few years later, when Rhysand has long forgotten about everything, he dreams of that same hand again.

Only this time that delicate, female hand is drawing flowers on a table.

And something inside Rhysand whispers, soon.

Soon.

Soon.

The Signs As Nice Things My Libra Boy™ Has Said To Me

Aries: “U are super hot. And you have edgy sexy hair”

Taurus:  “You are a lot nicer than she will ever be and that’s all that matters to me”

Gemini: “Boi you are an egg but I love it”

Cancer: "…Anything that happened between us is so meaningful and is only meant to strengthen our friendship"

Leo: “Have I ever told you that you are like the best friend I have ever had? Seriously, you’re just the best”

Virgo:  “You don’t need fake bitches posting comments on your Instagram to make you feel good about yourself”

Libra: “But you are such a beautiful person, and you hear me say that and you trust that I am telling you the truth”

Scorpio: “You do have pretty awesome boobs tho lmao”

Sagittarius: “Man I just wish I could be there experiencing all these things with you”

Capricorn: “You’re a literary genius”

Aquarius:  “I have to say you always know like exactly how to interpret every situation”

Pisces:  “I wish you could be there but you’re not”

Words Speak Louder Than Actions

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: sexting, dirty talk, mention of the word “nut”, mentions of ass eating, no actual penetration, metal arm kink, flirting with a woman, masturbation

Word Count: 2234

bang this might be bad idk (p.s the gif has nothing to do w it lmao it probably would’ve gone better w shoot from the hip)

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softer world sentence meme.

❛ we buried truth under playgrounds. ❜
❛ it’s hard to get rid of people who don’t know you hate them. ❜
❛ you make me want to pretend to be a better man. ❜
❛ those who can, do. those who can’t apparently run this fucking place. ❜
❛ live and learn, or die and teach by example. ❜
❛ there should be a word for the things we do not because we want to, but because we want to be the kind of person that wants to. ❜
❛ you won’t live forever in their memories. the way you treated them will. ❜
❛ one day i’ll be me. ❜
❛ nobody dies before their time. that’s what ‘ their time ’ means. ❜
❛ some people aren’t books, they’re poems. ❜
❛ there’s a darkness on the edge of town. ❜
❛ it’s time to make yourself proud and everyone else a little nervous. ❜
❛ i’m tired of being my best. ❜
❛ if i could have just one wish, i would probably screw it up. ❜
❛ my resolution this year is to buy a dog and practice loving something back. ❜
❛ you’re too pretty to stab me in the face with that knife. ❜
❛ can we be friends? i would try to be a good friend. ❜
❛ nothing matters at all. might as well be nice to people. ❜
❛ what sounds better? revenge or popcorn? ❜
❛ it is easier to ask forgiveness than permission. ❜
❛ i hear smashing glass in my head, every time i laugh. ❜
❛ i would sell my soul for a soul worth keeping. ❜
❛ follow your horrible little heart! ❜
❛ who has time for perfection? ❜
❛ i don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another. ❜
❛ i fought my way into this world. i’ll fight my way out. ❜
❛ you are never so low you deserve to be lower. ❜
❛ when you look down at people, don’t you want to help them up? ❜
❛ well, i don’t like any of those things, but i like you. ❜
❛ i’m the best there is at what i do, and what i do is think about my mistakes. ❜
❛ the worst person you can think of gets scared sometimes too. ❜
❛ everybody dies. every single person. so, style counts. ❜
❛ if poetry could describe the way you make me feel poetry would be illegal. ❜
❛ did it hurt? when you clawed your way up from the depths of hell? ❜

BTS React to S/O smearing lipstick on them during bj NSFW

@professsionalsinner :  Hey! I’m a new follower and I just read all your reactions and stuff and I’m amazed! You write so so well, damn. Could I please request a BTS reaction to you staining their dicks with red lipstick after giving them a bj? It would be awesome! Thank you so much and keep up the amazing talent you have 😀

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for the follow, and such nice words! You guys have been so sweet to me today, giving me all of these compliments. 

I love it when I get requests, so whenever something pops into your mind just send me a message/ask and I will get on it as soon as I can!

Requests are OPEN 


Jin: 

Can’t contain his laughter when he sees what giving him a bj did to your face. 

“Oh my god, sweetheart, go look in the mirror!” *dies*

“It’s all over you! You look like a clown. A very sexy clown, of course.”

Originally posted by rapdaegu

Taehyung:

Would admire your work, asking curiously;

“Jagi, next time do you think we could do different colors?”

He would get really excited over the thought, 

“Like a rainbow! I bet it’ll look cool.”

Originally posted by never-miind

Jimin:

“Look how hard you worked baby.”

He would give you a sexy, satisfied smile, while running his fingers through your hair. 

“Had that pretty little mouth all over my dick.”

Originally posted by jiminiediary

Jungkook:

He would find it so erotic, wishing you could have another round after he sees the red smears you left all over him. 

“Ah, baby look at the mess you made.”

“Did you like making me dirty?”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Yoongi:

“I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it, but did you really have to wear such a bright color?”

“You stained my dick. It literally wont come off. I’ve been scrubbing for five minutes!”

He would be exasperated, but in the end he can’t really complain all that much… because blowjobs. 

Originally posted by jinje-reactions

J Hope:

Is worried at first that you’ll be annoyed at your ruined lipstick (he knows how seriously you take your makeup) but is relieved when you just take one look at the mess you made of his dick and laugh it off. 

He seriously thinks you’re the best. 

“This is straight out of a porno.”

“I’m so happy you’re into weird stuff babe. What did I ever do to deserve you?”

Originally posted by jaayhope

Namjoon: 

Would find it simultaneously arousing and embarrassing. 

“You did a great job, baby.but uh—” He would gesture at your face. “—don’t take this the wrong way, but you kinda look busted.”

“And my dick looks like it went through war or something.” He says, jokingly.

He would go get a wet wash rag to gently clean your face. 

“It is really hot how messy you get for me though.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

[GOT7 Reacts] To their idol girlfriend being shipped with another member

request by a fab anon: Can you do a request where you are an girl idol and your relationship with one member is a secret to the public, but the fans ship you with another member. Sorry if that’s confusing :)

a/n: Sorrrrrryyyyyyy for the hiatus. I moved into a new apartment and shit went down with my boyfriend and it was a lot to handle. But sorry this took so long my love ~~~ JJ


Mark: The public saw you and Jackson together on a variety show and the familiarity between had fans shipping you and Jackson hard. It would make Mark jealous in a low-key way. He wouldn’t want to reveal your relationship because he’s said many times he won’t do that until he’s married but he would make sure in your private life to show you more affection than usual and probably make sure the two of you hang out alone together more than hanging out with all the members together especially trying to avoid situations where you’re left alone with Jackson even though he knows there’s nothing between you. “Hey, you still love me, right?”

Originally posted by j-miki

Jackson: Jaebum called you to do a duet on an Immortal song 2 with him since you were the only female vocalist he knew. Fans noticed your amazing chemistry which was really just your friendship but it didn’t stop them from creating cute ship names and hashtags about you. Jackson would be the most likely of the boys to announce his relationship with you. He would purposefully take you somewhere kind of busy and hold your hand or put his arm around you for photographers to see you are his. “Yeah she’s MY girlfriend look at her everyone”

Originally posted by jypnior

Jaebum: When you were cast as Jinyoung’s love interest in a new drama it was a bit awkward considering your relationship with JB but you and Jinyoung tried to keep it pretty professional. Fans immediately fell in love with your characters and extended that love to you and Jinyoung as a couple. Jaebum would be pretty annoyed with the whole situation. He would feel upset because he doesn’t want to reveal your relationship and risk losing everything but can’t stand seeing you being paired along with Jinyoung either. He would try to not let you see it’s bothering since none of this is really your fault “ Yah ______, it’s so funny I can’t believe they think you would date him” 

Originally posted by magiccastles

Jinyoung: The paparazzi caught snaps of you and Youngjae walking your dogs together which sparked a scandal right away. Your agencies denied the rumours right away but fans kept shipping you anyways. To hide his jealousy Jinyoung would probably lecture you to make it seem he is watching for your best interest when really he seriously hates the idea of you being with anyone other than him. All the media attention towards you and Youngjae makes him a little self-conscious of the relationship though he tries to not let it show. “What were you two doing alone together anyways? ______-ah you’re both idols you know better.” 

Originally posted by soulmatesjjp

Youngjae: You and Bambam were spotted shopping together downtown and fans were quick to notice your similar outfit mistaking them for couple clothes. The shipping immediately begins online and Youngjae was really sad about it. He wished he could shop like that with you in public but he didn’t want to ruin the privacy of your relationship. He would mostly be upset with Bambam taking you out somewhere knowing well that something like this would be bound to happen. He would likely get all cute with you every time you’re alone “I don’t know why he always wants to go places with you alone _____-ah. I know he’s just your friend but it makes me jealous.”

Originally posted by jypnior

Bambam: Your friendship with Bambam and Yugyeom was pretty well known in the idol world. However, fans for some reason always thought it was you and Yugyeom who should end up together since you were always bickering. Bambam would try to drop sly hints about your relationship. Like every time you were on a program with them he would put a friendly arm around you or joke around with you a lot so that more fans ship you and him together. If dating rumours start about you and Bambam he would most likely Instagram a couple photo just with the caption “Yaaassss”

Originally posted by jypnior

Yugyeom: You and Mark were temporarily hosting After School Club together and fans quickly fell in love for your charm and visuals together making names like “visual couple” or “English couple”. Yugyeom would be the most jealous. He really wouldn’t like it and would be conflicted about whether to reveal your relationship. In private he would be half-annoyed with you but also trying to impress you with flowers and things to remind you that you are his. “Baby, sorry I’ve been so uptight. I’m just really crazy about you. And maybe it’s time everyone knew.” 

Originally posted by jypnior

if you only knew

“You were a cute kid.”

Bitty turns, startled out of his silent reverie by Jack, hair freshly damp from the shower. “Oh, hey, darlin’. Didn’t realize you were up yet.”

“Just a little while ago.” Jack wraps himself around Bitty from behind and presses a kiss to his temple. Before long, the Georgia heat will make any prolonged contact near-unbearable, so Bitty closes his eyes and enjoys it while he can.

He opens his eyes and looks back at the photo on the wall of the hallway: Eric Bittle, age 12. A school photo, his smile exposing silver braces, freckles dashed across his cheekbones.

“You’re thinking pretty loud, there, bud,” murmurs Jack into Bitty’s hair. “What about?”

“Oh, nothing in particular,” sighs Bitty, resting his hands on top of Jack’s where they’ve settled around his waist. “Just…I wish that kid could see me now, you know?”

Jack makes some little noise of agreement, or maybe encouragement, so Bitty continues.

“I mean…I didn’t know back then if it would all work out. If I could ever, well, be happy. If I’d ever get out of Georgia. If I could ever really even be myself, or I’d have to…fake it. For always. And, y'know, I just spent so much time being so darned miserable over it all, and it’s not like it changed the outcome either way, my being miserable or not. And I wish…I wish I could tell myself that, that it would get better, cheesy as it sounds, you know, hon?”

Jack squeezes tighter. “I’m glad you’re not so sad anymore, Bits. I wish you didn’t have to go through all that. But I’m glad you’re here with me now.”

“Thanks, love,” says Bitty softly, turning his head to kiss Jack properly. “Glad you’re here, too.”

mafia!bts

author’s note: i’ve gotten quite a few requests for a mafia/gang!bts au and i am in the works of writing a few drabbles here and there, but in the meantime, enjoy these headcanons; also, gif credits are link as cr. under each member’s name—none of these gifs are my own, i only resize them to make the post easier to read
warnings: mentions of weaponry, blood, [mild] violence


KIM SEOKJIN
cr.

  • poison specialist
  • he can make or break any poison
  • poison gas, liquid poison, organ specific poisons
  • you name it jin can mix it or find the antidote for it
  • if it’s necessary for him to be in the field, his kills are quick and efficient
  • knows the human body inside and out
  • he targets the body’s weak spots
  • he’s also bangtan’s doctor of sorts
  • it keeps them from having to deal with the whole process of checking into hospitals under aliases and explaining what happened to them
  • for the most part, the boys can fix themselves up, but jin cleans up any gunshot wounds or large gashes
  • and helps them get back up on their feet if any serious injuries occur
  • likes to piss off yoongi and give him pink bandages
  • also in charge of keeping everything organized
  • any kinds of records, medical or not, jin has got them sorted for easy access
  • knows all of the boys’ medical information from their allergies to their past injuries even down to their blood types
  • jin probably isn’t in the field most of the time bc if he even tho he can patch himself up, if he ever does get seriously hurt the rest of them are pretty fucked
  • but if he had to be, his weapon of choice would be a shiny silver switchblade
  • it’s clean, efficient and gets the job done just how he likes it

MIN YOONGI
cr.

  • grandfather of this whole organization
  • basically mafia royalty
  • yoongi has all the connections he knows who to make friends with and who to strike against 
  • namjoon is the leader of bangtan but yoongi oversees everything namjoon oversees
  • he’s got a critical eye so he always double and triple checks for any flaws or open areas of attack
  • the strategist, the genius of the operation
  • he’s an expert at pretty much everything
  • but he favorite area of expertise is machinery
  • he can make or improve any kind of gun
  • the boys’ specialized weapons are all yoongi’s doing
  • all of their original guns, knives or earpieces are marked with a small MYG
  • yoongi is more of the backup kind of guy only because he hates dealing with people
  • so he doesn’t go in straight away but he’s always there if he needs to fight
  • but when he’s called in
  • oh boy you’d wish he hadn’t been
  • ofc his weapon of choice is a small gun, a myg original
  • he’s also a pretty good lock pick
  • he’s good at figuring things out quickly so lock picking, gun making, floor plans, weaving his way through other organizations
  • it all comes easily to him
  • protective of the boys but would rather shoot himself than say i love you to them
  • says shit like “watch what the fuck you’re doing taehyung you could have died”
  • but he cares
  • he’d be the first to take a bullet for any of them be sure of that

JUNG HOSEOK
cr.

  • street fighter hobi
  • something like a black belt in karate but…. higher
  • i don’t know what that would be but he’s good is the point
  • he’s just an amazing fighter
  • and he’s self taught
  • his hand to hand combat puts everyone else’s to shame
  • when he’s really angry stay out of his path
  • unlike seokjin he doesn’t need to strategically aim for weak parts of the body
  • he’ll just knock the wind out of someone
  • trains every day no exceptions
  • boxing mostly
  • he’s the one who trained the rest of the boys in hand to hand combat
  • so all of them can handle themselves if need be
  • probably spars with jungkook every day
  • runner up for fist fighting is jimin tho don’t get it twisted just bc he’s small
  • his fists are his weapon
  • hobi with brass knuckles what a concept
  • namjoon requires all of them to know how to handle at least a small handgun but hobi never uses it
  • if he needs something besides his hands he’s rather resourceful
  • a stray pipe, leg chair, any kind of furniture laying around, another person….. anything he can swing with he’ll use
  • maybe a baseball bat if they wanna get rowdy

KIM NAMJOON
cr.

  • leader of bangtan and yoongi’s protégé
  • calm and collected when need be, but also not afraid to snap someone when they cross him
  • i wouldn’t recommend crossing him
  • smooth talker
  • by that i mean he could talk his way into any event or out of any situation
  • but i also mean he speaks 5 languages fluently
  • he’ll flirt with someone in french, read over files in english, threaten someone’s life in japanese, make underground deals with governments in russian and go home to speak korean
  • a full man
  • language is never a barrier for bangtan
  • oversees all of the boys’ training to make sure everyone is as well rounded as possible
  • always working to improve bangtan any way he can
  • he himself isn’t that good with hand to hand combat but yoongi’s taught him everything about guns there is to know so he’s never in trouble
  • perfect aim every time
  • extremely good at memorizing things
  • long codes, pins, floorpans, names, locations he can memorize it all
  • always first to enter the scene and the boys follow loyally
  • also bangtan’s interrogation machine
  • he doesn’t even need to physically torture anyone, he just puts all that psychology to work
  • he gets inside people’s head, make them tell him what he wants to know when he wants to know it
  • so if namjoon wants something, namjoon gets something

PARK JIMIN
cr.

  • hacker extraordinaire
  • anything to do with computers, jimin’s your guy
  • any computer, database, safe, lock, password, encryption, jimin can get behind it
  • no firewall is too strong or code too dense
  • he’s the voice in their ears and their eye in the sky
  • jimin guides them through building through earpieces
  • tells him if there’s something going down while they’re on site
  • often teams up with yoongi to make sure their weaponry is the most advanced and efficient it can be
  • but jimin is also their playboy
  • he is rarely, almost never, working on the field as they boys need him to guide them through heists
  • but he’s got a pretty face most would melt for so they can’t let it go to waste
  • so when it comes to schmoozing their way into high snobiety, it’s jimin’s time to shine
  • everyone falls for him
  • people will spill their life stories to jimin merely an hour after meeting him because he’s that charming
  • with a smile that sweet and voice that enticing, you’d never suspect he’s a devil in disguise
  • he might be the computer guy but those hands are good for things besides hacking
  • he can knock someone out when he needs to
  • i’m talking knock someone to the ground with a single kick
  • he’s so extra when he’s fighting tho he’ll split kick and knock out two guys when it wasn’t really that big of a deal
  • even though he’s great at it, he prefers to be behind the scenes looking after the boys he has more control that way and he can ensure everyone is safe
  • so maybe he is an angel after all

KIM TAEHYUNG
cr.

  • sniper of all snipers
  • you wouldn’t think it from his personality but taehyung’s got deadly aim
  • always hits his target
  • and he loves guns
  • absolutely obsessed with them
  • always begging yoongi to buy him more or build him a new one
  • “hyung pleeeaaaaase it doesn’t have to be a big one it can be a medium sized one, yooooooongi hyuuuuung”
  • the only other thing taehyung loves more than guns is money
  • loves money and everything to do with it
  • stealing it, dealing it, wiring it, handling it
  • he’ll jump at any opportunity
  • namjoon and yoongi try to not to let him get too out of control so they let him spend only on things the boys need
  • so handles their wardrobe obviously
  • they have to dress to impress, at least according to taehyung anyway
  • they never walk into a casino or club or posh event without being dressed head to toe in armani or gucci
  • “taehyung why did you buy jin a silk pocket square” “um its prada namjoon get with it”
  • they also tame him by letting him play the games
  • so he’s bangtan’s main guy when it comes to gambling and handling cards
  • king of roulette
  • honestly half way through people give up and let him win, he’d win anyway
  • they think it’s luck but really he’s just good
  • tae’s basically a joker of sorts, a very mischievous, well dressed joker

JEON JUNGKOOK
cr.

  • ofc he’s their golden boy
  • jack of all trades
  • jungkook is good with any hand he’s dealt
  • whether it be literal cards, combat, guns, knives, anything
  • he can handle himself
  • partially because he’s naturally gifted
  • partially because he’s always trying to prove himself to his hyungs
  • has a temper worse than a provoked hoseok
  • i’m talking a real short fuse here jeon jungkook does not come to play around
  • the boys try their best to look after him when and how they can tho
  • jungkook can dish it out and take it, but he’s still their baby
  • pretty face number two
  • if they’re not sending in jimin to flirt his way to the top, they’re sending in jungkook
  • because who wouldn’t fall for those doe eyes and that baby face
  • a baby face the boys frequently use to their advantage
  • he’s often the bait on their missions
  • they’ll send him in and purposely let the enemy think he’s nothing but a street rat with a bad temper they can take advantage of but the tables quickly turn around
  • he’s their distraction man
  • jungkook is ridiculously strong we all know that
  • so if there’s anything or anywhere to get to that would require immense physical strength, jk is their boy
The Styles Effect Pt. 1

Part Two

Requests Open

Warnings: Cursing, feelings, multiple parts (slowish burn)

Pairing: Reader x Harry(s)

Summary:

Y/n finds a notification on her phone asking to make a wish.

Little did she think that her wishing all her Harry fanfictions to come to life would actually come true, and the craziness it would bring.

Keep reading

UNBELIEVABLE : PART ONE

RACE X READER

[NEWSIES]

REQUEST(S):  “Any Race imagine but if it could be funny that would be amazing because I love Race and I’m in the mood for funny. Thank you for doing this!”

“If you wrote race x reader I would love you forever”

SUMMARY: Y/N is breaking one of the most important and enforced newsie rules. And, worse than that, she’s got a crush on her way too attractive selling partner that simply won’t go away.

A/N: okay so apparently i’m incapable of writing short imagines because this’ll have a part two coming soon. there’s not too much race x reader in this one because it’s more of a buildup, but next part will have more of that. i tried my best to make it funny, i guess? and by that i mean i just let the narrator (reader) go with barely any filter on their thoughts so, enjoy!

__________

When it came to being a newsie, there were rules in place that really should be followed. I had never been one to really favor breaking the rules without necessary, so I followed as many as possible:

1. Pay for your papes
2. Do whatever it takes to sell them
3. Don’t steal anybody’s anything
4. Do not come back with papes left unless you want to be eating them for dinner

There are some rules, however, that just have to be broken. Such as lucky rule number five:

5. No girls allowed

This rule in particular was bullshit in my opinion, and really it was there for no reason. Why would The World deny having more papers sold just because a girl was selling them? Honestly, it’s like these guys know nothing. But, you know, it wasn’t too much of a setback. It just meant getting up earlier than all the other boys to make sure all my hair stayed tucked in my cap, wrap up my chest a little bit (since boys aren’t exactly supposed to have breasts) - oh, and no talking. Ever.

Me attempting to imitate a boy’s voice was just too pathetic, and this way I would never slip up. Sure, it takes a lot of restraint to not scream at some of the boys sometimes, but it pays for the food. Plus, the minute the boys found out I was “mute” they rejoiced - according to them I was a gold mine. All I needed was a selling partner, and we’d make easy money.

Race had jumped at the opportunity. Sometimes I wish he hadn’t. It’s much harder to pretend to be a straight boy when your partner’s smile is so cute you’re pretty sure it’s not even legal. And, God, that damn smirk of his. How’s a girl supposed to stay in control when he’s making some dumb joke, sporting that smirk with his hair all messed up from a day of selling papes? It’s just unfair.

And of course I had wished for someone to confide in. I hadn’t talked at all in months, and I could barely remember what my voice sounded like. When I got time alone, sometimes I would whisper to myself under my breath just for relief purposes. There’s just so much to talk about, and I haven’t gotten to say any of it all because of some stupid rule that says I can’t be a girl if I want to sell papes. From the very beginning I had been dying to find someone who I trusted enough to tell without them blabbing to everyone, but I just hadn’t worked up the courage yet. I certainly hadn’t planned to have Katherine find out because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

She was walking with me on the way back to the lodge and she was working on an article, thinking out loud at she wrote. “Ugh, I need a good synonym for amazing. I’ve used that word like five times already.” She ran a hand over her face, obviously in distress, and it just kind of slipped out.

“Phenomenal.” Her eyes widened and she looked up from her paper at me slowly, shock overtaking her face. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I felt the panic start to take hold of me.

“You - you can talk? Oh my god, oh my god. Were you just pretending to sell more papers? That’s some damn good commitment you got there…”

“Please don’t tell anyone!” I squeaked, which was very much the wrong thing to do, because up until this point she had only heard me say one word - and gender is kind of hard to determine from four syllables. However, when you’ve said an entire sentence in your much-higher-than-a-boy’s voice, that kind of gives it away. For a second time, she freaked.

“You’re a girl! That’s why you don’t talk! That’s hilarious!” She broke out laughing as I stood there, still scared out of my mind but a little bit calmed by her lack of anger. “I won’t tell any of the boys, promise,” she breathed, smiling. “Oh, but this is so great! Finally, another girl I can talk to about these damn boys!” I laughed at that, and soon we were both giggling like idiots.

Suddenly, her face lit up. “How long has it been since you got to, you know, lose the getup?”

“Don’t know, lost count.” I shrugged and she squealed. Grabbing my arm and dragging me in the opposite direction of the lodge. “Kath, we’re going the wrong way.”

“Nope, you’re not going to the lodge.”

“I’m not?”

“No, you’re staying at my place and you’re going to get to be a girl again for tonight.”

__________

“Hey! Anybody seen Mute?”

A chorus of ‘no’s came as a response, and Race sighed. He’d left his partner with Katherine, but they had yet to make it to the lodge and it was already dark. Jack was worried as well, both of them concerned that something had happened. Mute was a great selling partner with all the sympathy he ignited, but he was a scrawny guy and if someone had attacked them, Race wasn’t sure Mute would’ve been able to fight them off. Eventually, it got too late, and both he and Jack fell asleep.

__________

An hour before the boys woke up for the morning, I came sneaking through the lodge door, already prepped and ready for the day (hair clipped in place thanks to Katherine, and breasts securely flat). I’d spent the night with Katherine sharing stories and finally talking about all the things I’d been dying to say. Saying Kath was excited when I went on a rant about how annoyingly attractive Race was was an understatement - the reporter was ecstatic. I tried to calm her down - “it’s never gonna happen, Kath, to him I am and always will be a boy. And even if he’s gay, I can’t even speak” - but it was no use.

We hadn’t actually ended up sleeping. Instead, we’d spent the early hours making me look like a boy again, with some added improvements. Before I’d left, Kath had given me a book, so when I arrived back at the lodge and there was a little while before the morning bell would ring, I sat on my bunk and read.

The minute the morning bell rang, the lodge filled with noise. All the boys were waking up and fighting for space. In order to avoid the chaos, I walked outside, leaving the book on my bunk. I was enjoying the small noises of a New York morning when suddenly someone was standing next to me.

“You and Kath get back alright last night? Didn’t see you before I fell asleep.” The mere sound of Race’s voice made my face heat up and I hated it. The fact that he had noticed my absence made my heart skip a beat, even though I was sure it was more of a brotherly type of “this kid can’t even talk he needs to be protected” kind of way. I nodded as a response and he gave a little nod of his own.

After the previous night I wanted more than ever to tell Race everything. Maybe if he knew I was a girl things would be different. Maybe if I could actually talk to him, this whole thing would be easier.

“Mornin’ boys!” Jack came up behind us with Crutchie beside him. “Hey Mute, Kath get home okay?” Before I could respond with a nod, Race was talking.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” He pointed down the street a little where Katherine appeared to be sprinting toward us at full speed. When she reached us she was panting heavily, attempting to relay what must’ve been important news.

“The Delanceys… they’re coming here… heard something about a girl Newsie,” she said in between breaths. I felt my heart stop in my chest. Being discovered as a girl by the boys or Katherine was one thing, being discovered by the Delanceys was another. They wouldn’t hesitate to take me away for breaking the rules, and I don’t think the fact that I’m a girl would stop them from roughing me up a bit.

“I think we would’ve noticed if one of was a girl,” Romeo said, causing all the boys to laugh. By now everyone was up and gathered. Katherine kept glancing around and I could tell she was panicking. I made brief eye contact with her and I’m sure she could see the fear in my eyes. She was doing a better job at hiding it. I was about to start shaking uncontrollably. In the distance, The Delancey brothers could be seen walking in our direction.

“You smell that boys?” Race called out, smiling as the Delancey brothers scowled. “It smells like we got the bad kind o’ company!”

“I’d shut your mouth if I were you,” Morris growled.

“We got reason to believe one of you maggots has been breaking the rules. Youse hiding a girl in that lodge of yours.” Jack stepped up to Oscar confidently, no hesitation  in his stance.

“What - you sayin’ we wouldn’t be able to tell if we’s had a girl selling papes with us? We ain’t hiding no girls.” I wondered what would happen if Jack knew that he was lying. More importantly, what would happen if the Delanceys started poking around? They so much as knock my cap off my head an I’m a goner. It was too late to pull it down to hide my face more, it would be too suspicious. Plus, it was already blocking my face some, as usual.

I tensed as the brothers started walking through the crowd of boys. They were met with plenty of laughs and jeers, and quite a few jokes made. The world stopped.

And then started again as the Delancey boys begrudgingly left, not having found what they were looking for. The newsies taunted them as they walked away and I let out a sigh of relief.

“That was a close one,” Katherine gave a little laugh.

“Whaddya mean?” Jack asked, and I froze again. “Why was it a close one?” I watched as Katherine tensed up, trying to form some sort of explanation the wouldn’t give me away.

“Well, you know, I - uh…. I thought that, maybe, he was gonna… hit you? Yeah! I thought he was gonna hit you, but he didn’t…. So it was a close one?” Jesus Christ, Kath, really?

Murmurs were starting to get louder throughout the crowd as everyone began to search for the supposed girl among them. Race wasn’t looking at me at all, and I really don’t know whether I was relieved or offended. Maybe he trusted me too much to think I would lie. Not that I ever actually said I wasn’t a girl. Or, you know, said anything at all. If I was any of these boys, I would honestly choose myself as suspect number one. Who trusts someone you know nothing about because they can’t tell you? Ridiculous.

“It’s only a close one if one of us is actually a girl,” Crutchie spoke up. I could tell he was trying to save Katherine, God bless his pure little soul, but Kath and I were in deep shit now.

“Well, I mean…” She shot an almost unnoticeable glance my way, as if asking if it was okay. I almost nodded yes. Almost. Except then Morris Delancey was back and standing behind Katherine, and I was ready to just drop dead because this entire situation was one big piece of shit that I was not planning on when I didn’t sleep at all.

“You got information you’d like to share?” Morris asked Katherine. Her face contorted with anger as she spun on him.

“If I did I certainly wouldn’t tell you!

“I think we left a little too soon earlier, didn’t get a chance to really check.” Oscar Delancey was standing directly behind me and his voice sent chills down my spine. How the hell did he even get there? It’s not even noon and this has got to be the worst day of my life.

And then Katherine did exactly what she shouldn’t have done. She glanced at me. And Morris saw it. In seconds, he was walking towards me. As I prepared to exposed, or maybe even hit, Race stepped in front of me quickly. He stood defiantly, staring Morris down.

“Move out my way.”

“Leave ‘im alone, he ain’t done nothin’ wrong. He can’t even speak.” Okay, maybe not the worst day. Some good things have happened. For instance, Race has showed that he cares about me twice already. Plus, if I looked down just slightly I’d have a great view of his ass (not that I’m thinking about that at all).

“Aw, have we got ourselves a poor little mute?” Oscar taunted from behind me. He was closer to me now, making it much harder to stay calm.

“I said leave ‘im alone,” Race spoke, his voice much more demanding (which was damn attractive but now’s not really the time for that).

“Whatchya gonna do 'bout it?” Oscar Delancey’s hand came down on my shoulder and my entire body tensed up. And then I was off. I sprinted past Race, Morris, and Katherine. I heard the Delanceys shouting and running after me, and I was sure the boys were in absolute chaos because by now they would’ve realized that I’m the girl who broke the rules and became a newsie.

As I reached a familiar alleyway I took a sharp right and tucked myself against the wall, watching as Morris and Oscar ran past my hiding spot. I headed further down the alley, coming to what appeared to be a dead end, but really it wasn’t. Race had shown me this place our first week as partners. After a little bit of squeezing, I was through the other side and strolling leisurely down the street, headed in the direction of the lodge. I wasn’t sure what would happen when I returned, but I really had nowhere else to go.

As I got closer I could sense the commotion. I was positive at least some of the newsies had gone out to sell papes, but Race and Jack would’ve stayed behind to question Katherine. Davey would be there by now, and I wondered if he’d been filled in yet. As I walked into the lodge I got five pairs of eyes all suddenly on me. Race, Katherine, Jack, Davey, and Crutchie were all sitting and talking.

“Mute! Thank god you’re okay, we were so worried!” Crutchie was smiling at me and I couldn’t help but be confused. It was Crutchie after all, but even he seemed a bit happy considering he should’ve just found out that I’d basically been lying to him. No doubt Kath had explained that I wasn’t actually mute, and I had a real name that definitely wasn’t Mute.

“Oscar sure scared ya, but you’re safe with us,” Race smiled at me (and my heart melted).

“Sorry I missed it, Mute,” Davey gave me an apologetic smile. “I can’t believe the Delanceys really thought one of us was a girl,” he laughed.

Wait, what?

I caught Kath’s eye and she winked at me. No way. Absolutely no way. I sprint away while they’re talking about a girl secretly being a newsie and they still don’t figure it out?

“Unbelievable.”

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side note: I don’t mean to offend anyone with the picture of what a girl is painted in this imagine, I’m basing it more off standards/expectations of girls during the time period