#i'll always regret not going to the speak now world tour

[leeknowsnot]

the world doesn't deserve you (chan x reader)

genre: angst, comfort warnings: self doubt from channie

after finding out that we won't be getting any chan's room episode anymore, i decided to make this....

Arguments with Chan was something that barely even occured. Things would usually go smoothly in your relationship with him—and if not, then every problem would be settled within an hour or less. So when you didn't receive a reply from Chan ever since you last sent a message while you were arguing almost an hour ago, it worried you more than it angered you.

Despite of how busy he was, Chan was always the kind of boyfriend who'll never leave you unanswered in the middle of an argument, regardless if he was on tour or spending his evenings at the studio. And now that you had an hour to yourself to think over about what you had replied to him last, and what you have been arguing back at him, you realized how insensitive some of those messages have been. Guilt ate up your stomach.

You wanted to tell him that he wasn't the one being inconsiderate; YOU were. You wanted to tell him that he wasn't doing the bare minimum—in fact, he was always overflowing you with affection and love. Love languages? Chan gave all of them to you. And yet here you were, regretting for even telling him he was someone he wasn't. You were embarrassed at yourself.

You've been shifting on the seat in the kitchen room of your shared house with Chan since then, eyes almost glued to the screen of your phone, hoping he would at least reply. You didn't care if he was going to reply back to the argument and be mad, or say something else—anything was fine, just as long as you knew that he was still there. After all, he told you yesterday that he was going to visit home today—which then, became the reason why you both argued in the first place. Then again, you wouldn't even be surprised if Chan decided to just stay in the dorms. Not after what you have insensitively said.

It was only a couple of minutes later that you finally heard keys from outside, accompanied with the door finally opening, revealing your boyfriend. Your head snapped at the wall clock which pointed to 1:20 am and you shot up the chair, your feet taking you towards him. You were about to open your mouth and scold him for not replying and worrying you but all words died in your throat as soon as you saw his exhausted expression.

He was slightly surprised at your sudden appearance from the kitchen but he looked away from you as soon as his eyes met yours. It made your heart drop. You both stood there, silence being the only wall that separated you and him.

"Chris..." you broke the silence. He looked away again, this time carefully avoiding your form as he made his way towards the living room, and making a beeline towards the bathroom.

"I'll... I'll wash up first," he said in a quiet voice as he left you on your own by the door.

You bit your lower lip, your breath hitching as you tried to hold back your tears. You wanted to apologize as soon as he showed up but for some reason, a big bile in your throat kept you from speaking. Especially after seeing his expression.

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said,' you kept on repeating them inside your head, hoping that somehow, your unspoken apologies would reach Chan even if you didn't speak.

You waited for him in your shared bedroom, hands and knees tucked towards yourself. You felt so small. So anxious.

What if Chan finally realizes and decides that you weren't deserving of his love? That you would always somehow fail to see his efforts and let your emotions carry you during the occasional arguments? What if... What if he had enough of you?

The thoughts swirled inside your head, occupying your attention to not notice Chan who was now out of the bathroom and was carefully sitting on the bed beside you.

"...Hey," his voice cut you off from your thoughts. His voice still had the same tone from earlier but his expression was less grim from earlier.

"Hi..."

"I'm sorry..." he trailed off. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly. Chan was fiddling with his fingers as he thought of what to say next. "I know I haven't been the best boyfriend lately, and it's just like what you said... I can't... I can't always neglect you and choose my work."

And there goes the guilt in your stomach again. You exhaled the breath you have been holding and bit the inside of your cheek. It'd be now or never.

"Chris, that's not true... Whatever I said earlier, I'm sorry. I didn't mean those," you spoke back in a low voice, the partial silence within your conversation seemingly comforting for the both of you.

He shook his head as he still stared down at the mattress. "No. No, you're right. I shouldn't have neglected you like that. I was a horrible boyfriend."

You let out a sigh, standing up from your side of the bed and made your way around only to stop in your tracks once you hear Chan let out the most exasperated sigh. His head hung low.

"Y/N, why am I like this?" he whispers under his breath but you still heard it anyway. "Why can't I just be like everyone else? Why can't I just be that person that everyone wants me to be?

Why... Why do I always disappoint people?"

It broke your heart as your boyfriend started breaking down into tears. Right now, it wasn't Bang Chan of Stray Kids that sat in front of you. It was Christopher, a man in his mid-20s who hugged himself; scared and afraid of all the expectations from the world that he had to uphold. Expectations from his own members. Expectations from his company. Expectations from his fans.

Expectations from you.

You slowly knelt in front of him, carefully placing your hand on his damp cheeks. He was like a glass vase, full of cracks yet holding itself together. A glass vase that would break at the slightest touch.

"Chris..." you called him with a hushed voice, your voice now slightly shaking at the tears that started to build up from your own eyes. "Love, please... Look at me."

His breaths hitched between his cries. It took a while but he finally looked up at you. The lights inside the room were turned off but the light from the street lamp outside was enough to illuminate both of you and Chan's face.

To you, he was the most precious thing right now who needed someone to assure him that he wasn't a disappointment. That he wasn't not enough, yet more.

"You... are the most hardworking person I have ever met," you started, his hands enclosed in your own as you look at him in the eyes. "You are the most selfless, loving, caring, thoughtful, and patient person anyone could ever ask for."

He sniffed, staying silent as he looked back at you while trying his best not to fully breakdown right in front of you, letting you continue.

"And if people can't appreciate you for who you are, then they clearly don't deserve you," you paused, caressing his cheek. "I don't deserve you.

Chan completely broke down at that. He buried his face on your neck, his voice muffling. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm really sorry. I swear... I swear, I'm trying," he sobbed between his words.

You rubbed his back, "Shhh, I know love. I know."

"I'm sorry too... I was being insensitive earlier," you whispered. You felt him wrap his arms around you. Tightly but in a way that didn't crush you with his strength, but in a way that he yearned for your warmth. As if it was the only thing that would make him feel better right now.

You both stayed like that for quite a while. How long—you didn't know, but the warmth and closeness you shared made you both forget the sadness that enveloped the room earlier. Nothing else mattered but you and him.

"Y/N," Chan finally spoke, now with a more recovered tone yet still hushed. You hummed in response, letting him know that you were listening. "Thank you. For always being there for me. I honestly don't know what I'd do without you."

You hugged him tighter, which was enough of an answer for Chan. He spoke again, "You're always there for me whenever I feel so down. Whenever my thoughts tell me all the negative things... You're always there to assure me."

"Chris..."

He slowly pulled away from the hug. This time, he was the one who took your face in his warm hands. His palms fit perfectly on your cheeks. As if they were made to hold you and only you.

"Y/N," he paused and placed a kiss on your forehead. "I love you."

A kiss on the tip of your nose, "I love you."

A kiss on your left cheek, "I love you."

A kiss on your right cheek, "I love you."

And finally, a kiss on your lips. "I love you."

You hugged him tight. You don't want to let go. You're not letting go.

You spoke, "I love you too, Chris."

You love him. So much, and more than he knows. You'll love him, even if the world turns its back on him. You'll love him, even if he gives up on himself.

You'll love him, even if it's the last thing you do.

i really still can't process the fact that we won't be getting any chan's room anymore, i'm just...

#skz angst #skz #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #skz fanfic #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids angst #bang chan #bang chris #christopher bang #chan skz #angst #no more chan's room

[torchickentacos]

Hi, could you do Pokeani characters as Taylor Swift songs?

YES ok are you the one who asked about taylor swift the other day too???? Swiftie anon??? I've seen a couple people bitching complaining about about people with taylor swift in their spotify wrappeds BUT Y'ALL ARE LOVED HERE. I saw the Fearless tour live when I was like eight, this is a safe space for people of all music tastes no matter how basic, obscure, or whatever else. I like pretty much all music, even if I listen to the same stuff over and over again, but feel free to talk to me about other music!!! ANYWAYS let's get into it! LONG POST.

Gary: I'd Lie. Ok I KNOW some of y'all know this as the contestshipping AMV song but it's the gary and whatever ship song now. HOWEVER since gary deserves a song for him as an individual and not just part of a ship he's ALSO Long Live. I can't quite explain why though.

Misty: Unreleased song, Who I've Always Been. This song perfectly encapsulates her stubbornness, her insistence to prove herself. I also ADORE that yeehaw Taylor was feral and straight up said 'I will fight you in an empty room', which... Misty vibes.

Ash: Invisible String. Ash has such a deep connection with all of his friends, and I think this song encapsulates that well! As if fate brought him to everyone he loves. Also a very good satogou/shigesato/shigesatogou song.

Brock: The One.

May: Smacking Teardrops on my Guitar away with a broom Holy Ground. It paints a picture of a girl who has the entire world open to her, of someone who seeks new feelings and experiences.

Max: uhhhhhh..... look idk man he's Max /neutral

Tracey: ok this is out of order BUT Tracey is New Year's Day. Because YES he WILL be there through everything he is an angel

Drew: The Archer. I could go on a whole thing about this but I'll let the lyrics hopefully speak for themselves.

Harley: Anti- Hero.

KIDDING Harley's actual song would be I Did Something Bad. Not joking here, actually- Harley always assumes the worst of everyone and thinks they're out to get him, and this song paints that picture.

Dawn: After much deliberation, Change. Dawn gets up every time she's knocked down, and I think this fits.

Zoey: Seven. A soft sapphic bop.

Paul: Evermore. I think this song perfectly encapsulates a very complicated person with a complicated past, and the regret that I would hope comes from that.

Clemont: Afterglow

Serena: Gold Rush. Could be Amour I GUESS but it just feels very serena to me even outside of the crush plotline, even sonically and production wise (shoutout to Aaron Dessner). Could easily be made to fit the spphic serena agenda. (the song is pronoun-less, other than 'you'!) BUT ALSO DOROTHEA!!!!!

Bonnie: No Body No Crime. Didn't she kill Lysandre??? Or is that just a meme???

Chloe: Mirrorball. A song fit for a girl whose place in the world isn't concrete but she's still trying. (A Place in This World may have been more fitting but lyrically, it was written by a fourteen year old so I think Mirrorball is a more interesting choice).

Iris: Forever and Always. Not because of anything in the song itself, but because during the live preformance of it Taylor throws a chair and that is VERY Iris I think.

#taylor swift #ask #thank you anon! #asks #taylor's tag #also NO i don't just like taylor because we have the same name #kids would always ask me that when i was like ten and it annoyed me so much dhfgsjfgds like no that's a stupid reason to like someone #people asked if I was named after her #like no she was 13 or so when I was born #I think she didn't even have a record deal until 14 jhdfgasj #I will say I am not tagging pokemon characters or pokemon here since i know blondie isn't everyone's speed #also because I like keeping my inbox a fun happy place #which you guys do wonderfully!!!!!

[es-kay-zee]

Goodbyes part 2 | Hyunjin x Reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: none

requested: kinda? yeah?

word count: 2.1k

proofread: nope

taglist: @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms @qtieskz

a/n: i couldn't be bothered making a new moodboard for this one so i'm just using the same one for part 1. maybe i'll make a new one tomorrow but not right now lol

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Four days. It’s been four days since that phone call. And not a single one had gone by where Hyunjin didn’t cry himself to sleep while hugging your pillow. And every single one of those days, he’d dragged himself to practice and put on a face in front of the other boys, pretending that everything’s okay, when in reality he just wants to curl up into a ball and cry.

Four days and you still hadn’t been around to pick up your things. Being honest, he wished you already taken it all. It was getting harder. Coming home each day, expecting to find the apartment empty of your belongings. But when he walks through the door and finds everything in the exact same place as it was when he left in the morning gave him a false hope. A hope that maybe you won’t leave, that maybe you’ll come back and kiss him tell him that you’ll give him another chance. But knowing that that’s not going to happen just breaks his heart all over again.

It’s another two days before you show up. It’s 10 am on a Friday, and you didn’t want to come yet, knowing that the moment you do, it’ll feel real. That it’ll hit you like a truck that the best relationship of your life is truly over. But you didn’t want to wait too long either, after all, it’s better to rip the band-aid off quickly.

You slide the key into the lock, taking a deep breath before turning the handle and pushing the door open. The apartment is quiet, and something about stepping back into the place you called home feel uneasy. Almost as if you don’t belong there anymore. Similar to that feeling when you go to someone else’s house for the first time, and you don’t know how to act. That’s how you feel in the place you lived in for so long.

You close the door and take off your shoes, tightening your grip on the folded-up boxes in your arms. It feels weird. You don’t know what you were expecting but finding everything in the exact same place as it was when you last walked out seems strange. Things have changed, so why does every knick-knack remain in its place as if nothing were different.

You walk towards the bedroom, the only sound in the otherwise silent apartment is that of your soft footsteps on the hardwood flooring. You make it to the bedroom and place all the boxes down except for one. You open it up and step closer to your drawers of clothes, and slowly start placing the clothing into the box. You continue like this for a while, silently packing until your drawers are empty. There’s something about the silence of the house that makes you not want to make a sound. Normally you’d put on a playlist and dance as you pack, but not this time.

You move over to your bedside table, planning to start placing more of your things into various boxes. But in the corner of your eye, you stop something on your pillow that you hadn’t seen earlier. It’s a note. A piece of paper that’s been folded up neatly and placed gently on the pillow. Your name is written tidily on the front in Hyunjin’s handwriting, and just the sight alone almost has you crying. Part of your mind tells you to just scrunch up the piece of paper and toss it aside, but a bigger part of you desperately wants to read it. And so, you slowly pick up the note, take a seat on the edge of the bed, unfold it, and start reading.

dearest y/n

you said i probably wouldn’t be here when you come to pick up your stuff. so i decided to write you this so i can tell you what i want to say. well, assuming that you’ll actually read this, which i hope you do. i really really really hope you read this. gosh, i’m getting off track, sorry.

i want to tell you again just how sorry i am. but i know that no matter how many times i say it, and no matter what way i say it, it will never truly convey just how sorry i am. i wish from the bottom of my heart that this didn’t happen. i wish that i wasn’t such a dick and that i was there when you needed me. i have no excuse for not responding to you or calling you for so long. i’m so so sorry for hurting you. i’m not going to ask for your forgiveness, because i wouldn’t forgive myself if i were you. i already can’t forgive myself. all i want is to tell you how sorry i am, and how much i love you. and seeing as i can’t tell you in person, this note will have to do.

i love you, y/n. ever since we met, you’ve brought me more joy that i ever thought i could otherwise feel. you have the ability to make me laugh and blush like a teenager in love. you make my heart feel warm every time i see you. every time i get a message from you i smile. you make me feel safe and comfortable and i know that i can be vulnerable around you. you make me so giddy with happiness and love. i still get butterflies in my stomach every time i see you or talk to you. you make me smile like an idiot and it’s far too often that the boys have asked me why i’m smiling at my phone. you know that feeling when you’re so happy and smiley that it makes you feel all tingly in the best way? yeah, that’s how you make me feel. you make me laugh and you make me feel confident in myself. even when i feel like everything is crumbling around me, i know that you’re there to help me through. you’ve always been there for me when i need a shoulder to cry on and you have no idea just how much i regret not being there for you when you needed a shoulder. every single day i’m grateful that i got the chance to meet you and i’m especially grateful for the time that i got to call you mine. you’ll always have a special place in my heart. it hurts me when you’re hurting, and for me to be the reason that you’re upset and crying is the worst feeling in the world and i wish with everything i have that i was better. i’m so sorry, and i love you to the moon and back a billion times over.

love from hyunjin

The tears that you managed to keep at bay earlier fall freely now, a few dripping onto the page. Your fresh tears mix with Hyunjin’s dried ones at the bottom of the note, and you’re just glad they avoid smearing any of the ink. There’s a part of you, the part that wanted to discard the note without a second thought, that wants to hate Hyunjin. That wants to hate him for what he did, for making you feel so alone when you needed him. But you can’t. You’ve tried to listen to that part of you ever since you walked out of the apartment weeks ago. But you can’t bring yourself to hate him. It’s not easy when you’ve spent so long loving him. You reach into your pocket, pulling out your phone. You open your contacts and hit Hyunjin’s name, typing out a message to send to him.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Hyunjin sits in the corner, taking a momentary breather from the dance. He’s been going overboard with practicing lately, trying to distract himself from the situation. And it’s worked, until he’s gotten back to the apartment where he’s reminded that you’re gone. His phone buzzes, showing a message from you.

y/n <3: are you busy?

He quickly types back, asking why you’re asking. He hits send, his heart racing, shocked that you’re messaging him. His phone buzzes again with your response.

y/n <3: i was gonna ask if you could come to the apartment but if you’re busy then i won’t

Hyunjin jumps up, walking over the Chan and showing him the message.

“Can I go?” he asks, itching to run out the door and head straight over to you.

“Yeah, okay, you can,” Chan answers. He’s the only person that Hyunjin’s told about what happened, and he’s been worried about the younger man. “If any of the staff asks where you are, I’ll tell them you felt sick and went home.”

Hyunjin nods, says his thanks and rushes out the door. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the apartment door, making the trip in record time. But as he reaches for the handle, he halts. This will be the first time he sees you in person since he left for tour. And it’s not until now that he starts to think about why you messaged. Maybe you read the message, maybe you want to keep the apartment and have him move out instead of you, maybe you want to say goodbye one last time in person. The only way for him to know for certain is to open the door and face you. He’s nervous, but he still opens the door with shaking hands.

“Y/n?” he calls out while closing the door and removing his shoes.

“Bedroom,” is your response, and Hyunjin’s breath hitches at the sound of your voice. He missed the sound; it’s been too long since he’s last heard your voice without you sounding like you’re crying. He heads towards the bedroom, taking one last deep breath before rounding the corner and seeing you. It takes everything in him. Everything to not immediately run up to you and engulf you in a hug just the way he wanted to when he first came home.

You pat the spot on the bed next to you, signalling for him to come and sit. He does just that, slowly walking over, not taking his eyes off of you. He’s missed you too much to look away. If this is the last time he gets to see you, he doesn’t want to miss a single moment. You don’t even look at him yet, instead keeping your eyes trained on your hands in your lap. You both sit in silence for a moment, neither of you wanting to speak first.

“I read the note,” you say, holding up the piece of paper in your hands for a brief moment. You pause, waiting to see if he’s going to say anything, but he doesn’t. “Do you really mean everything you wrote?”

“I do, I mean every last word. I love you so much and I’m so incredibly sorry for not answering any of your messages. It was stupid and I regret it so much.” You finally look up at him, and you find his eyes welling with tears.

“I need you to know how much it hurt me, and that I can’t forgive you. Not yet anyway. But what I can do is give you one more chance. As long as you promise not to do it again. Because if you hurt me like this again, then I will leave, and I won’t come back at all.”

“I promise! I promise that I will never do this again. I promise to be there for you when you need me, and I promise to never hurt you ever again.” It makes you giggle quietly, the way he hold his pinkie finger up to make a pinkie promise. It’s the way you’ve always promised each other things, so you don’t think twice as you link your finger with his. “So does this mean you’re not gonna leave?”

“Yeah,” you say, finally smiling. And Hyunjin’s heart warms at the sight. He loves your smile, it’s one of his favourite things in the entire world. He’s often said that if he were only able to see one thing for the rest of his life, it would be your beautiful smile. “Kiss me?”

You don’t have to ask twice before Hyunjin presses his lips to yours. It’s sweet, the emotions he pours into the kiss. Through it you can feel just how much he loves you, just how much he cares about you. You can feel the sorrow he’s felt and the guilt that’s eaten away at him. The pain, the heartbreak, but most of all you can feel the overwhelming joy he feels at being able to call you his again. But you’re just happy to finally be kissing your boyfriend for the first time in months.

#stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #skz angst #skz x reader #hyunjin fluff

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

January 3rd or One's Beginning is another's end (Daughters of Darkness)

This passage contains potentially: Explicit Language, Depictions of Violence (including mentions of blood), Smoking, Slang and maybe some bad translations.

Summary: An introduction to the world of the Daughters of Darkness, through the eyes of series protagonist Kirby 'Gluttony' Lucifarian. The first day and night, from her perspective, of them working for the WWF.

Kirby's POV:

Tuesday. The first day of being 'on the job', Tuesday the third of January 1984. Damien got us into the WWF. … Damien, managed to get us into the quickest rising wrestling promotion, popularity wise. To be honest with you, Damien's given us free reign to get to know people, for now. I don't know anyone here. I've heard of people here, such as the most famous giant in the world, and … Hogan.

I'm not here because I earned it, I'm here because I'm a necessity for the team. That's how I view it. That's how I've always viewed it. Vickie needed someone to make fun of and, well, I'm the easiest choice. Then, in the midst of a darker path of thought becoming clearer in my mind...

WHAM

Both me and the figure I waltzed into thudded to the floor, "Oh, my good lord. I'm so sorry are you o..."

I looked at the figure before me, taking in how much trouble I had created in the last three seconds.

Taller than myself.

Head covered by a wild afro.

Around double my weight.

André.

André the giant.

Flat on his arse … because of me.

Oh … Shit.

"Are you alright, Mademoiselle…"

I could tell he was searching for a name but didn't know it. Too frightened to even speak I glanced away. I noticed his shadow move.

"Mademoiselle?"

His footsteps came closer, he sounded … worried, as if he didn't want me to get fired for this.

"Mademoiselle?"

He picked me up, not off the ground, but so I could stand. I whispered out a small 'thank you', or rather 'merci'. His hands still on my shoulders, he smiled sweetly and nodded, as if to beckon forth more words from me.

"I'm Kirby, or rather, Gluttony. I'm new around here."

André grinned, putting his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer before stopping upon seeing how much taller than every other woman in the company I am.

"Are you, uh …" he searched for the words

"A giant, yes, technically a giantess."

I feel I should summarise the next hour or so, but, André took me on a tour of the backstage area and we talked, about everything. Within an hour I had gained a new friend, a genuine friend, someone who didn't care about my height or looks. I know the only reason he didn't care is because he knows what it's like to be stared at just because you aren't 'normal'.

By the time André's tour had ended it was time for Vickie and Damien's interview with Mean Gene, which I was to attend. I said a goodbye to André and rushed off to perform my usual role.

The Enforcer, or rather, the intimidation device, that's my role in this group, to scare people, that's all I do. Before joining the group I was part of another group back in England, The Celtic Warriors, I was part of a championship winning tag team. Now what am I, a damned intimidation device, a human scare tactic.

The Interview:

Gene's first question for us, actually, Damien and Vickie (whilst I stood behind them and looked 'menacing'), was 'How are you doing so far?'

Damien began, "You know something, Gene, my girls have yet to have a match, but we are doing absolutely fine. In shape, ready to rock, ready to roll. Gene, every one of the Daughters of Darkness are doing fine."

Vickie followed suit, "Just look at us," She gestured to me and then herself, "Don't we look marvellous, Gene."

Gene smirked, "You could say that again, miss?"

"Pride, though you can call me Vickie."

Damien glared at the smaller man, almost as if he was daring him to try and flirt with her.

Gene readjusted and focused in on the prospect of new women in the WWF and the possibility of more matches. "Uh hum, yes, now how soon do you girls think you'll be seeing a match on the cards?"

"Soon, Gene, Soon." Vickie stated, ending the interview by walking off.

The first night after 'work' was surprisingly normal, Damien and Vickie went off in their rental car, taking Holly and Eli with them whilst the rest of us stood around backstage for a while.

Billie brought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of her purse, lighting one up and walking over to me, sitting down on a box placed near by and blowing the smoke away from me she spoke up.

"What's up with you, Tall-ass."

"Thinking."

"Dangerous pastime hermana."

"I know, hermana"

"You collect phrases, don' cha?"

"They may come in handy, Billie, one day."

"You going to the gym tomorrow?"

"Of course. Gotta train. Gotta … gotta settle in somehow, right?"

"Right, mi hermana, I'll see you around, alright?"

"See ya, Billie."

She waved back at me as she walked away.

Billie was the only person who knew that I 'collected' those little phrases that seem like nothing until spoken. Language isn't my strongest aspect, more often than not I'm silent and I try to avoid other peo-

"Hey! watch where you're walking man!" I yelped out, shocked back into the present moment. Instantly regret flooded my mind as I realised who had barged past me to get out of the building.

Big John Studd.

One of the most disrespectful 'giants' in the world of wrestling. famous for being the one man who pisses André off more than anyone else, including the Iron Sheik.

He sneered back a quick, "Who gives a fuck." and continued to stroll away.

That … that fuckwit. Who does he think he is. I felt a gentle hand place itself on my shoulder. I turned, expecting to see Eli or P.G, I was face to, well, chin with André.

"Forget about him," He started, with that same sweet, friendly smile from earlier, "Damien said you may need a ride back to the hotel. I don't recommend you walk back now, too dark out for a young lady such as yourself."

The way his R sounds turned into faint W's and he missed off or faintly implied H's was calming. Almost in the same way that hearing a parents voice would calm a child after a nightmare.

"Oh, uh, it's okay André, I was going to get a taxi."

He nodded in response, somehow both downhearted and curious, as if he knew that I was either lying to him or if I did get a taxi, the immense pain my back would be in the following day. André sauntered off, leaving me, once again by myself.

I don't mind being alone, in fact most of my life I have been alone, always the outcast, it was only when I got into wrestling that it started to change.

I picked up my bag and started walking, buttoning up my shirt up to the top of my chest, my near-neon orange shirt covering down to my mid-forearm, hiding any noticeable tattoos, except the one on my wrist, when I turned eighteen, I got a small, runic 'R' on my right wrist, in remembrance of my uncle Rory, the tallest of my dad's brothers.

It took about an hour to get to the hotel, an hour of walking through a city I'm not familiar with, when I eventually got to the hotel I went straight to my room and locked myself in. All alone, I could practice or train if I wanted, so I did.

I took off my black shirt, shoes and belt and I stood in the middle of the hotel room and practiced punching, then I switched to doing my warmups and working out, push-ups, planks, squats. By the time I finished it must've been around midnight, maybe one or two am. I got some sleep, waking up at six, getting changed into some fresh workout gear and headed straight to the gym.

You meet all sorts of characters at a gym, or so I've been told. Back in England I would go to my parents house and use our home-made gym to work out. Not an option that I have anymore, however, the moment I got into the gym, I felt like I was in a whole new world, as if I was just getting into the business all over again. I scanned for any faces that I knew, Mr Fuji, Tonga Kid, Sgt Slaughter, Don Muraco, Lou Albano, Iron Sheik, Freddie Blassie, Tito Santana, Jimmy Snuka, Bob Backlund, Gene and Pat, David Schultz, and … who is that?

I walked over to David and this mystery guy, nodding at David and heading to the heavy bag next to them.

"Mornin' Gluttony, André's been talkin' about ya."

"Oh really, Mr Schultz?" I tried to keep my breath noises to a minimum as I continued to hit the bag.

The mystery guy snickered, quickly shutting up after Schultz glared at him.

"C'mon girl, you know you can call me David. An' yeah," He stopped punching and instead leaned on the heavy bag in front of him, forcing the other guy to hold it still "Giant's been talking about him havin' a new friend and how much he likes ya."

"He's a good man, it's good to have friends in new places. Who's your pal, David?"

He smiled and slung his arm around the shorter man, "This here, this is Roddy Piper. He's like you."

I tilted my head slightly to try and make him explain further.

"You are Scottish, right?"

"I'm a quarter Scottish. Anyway, Piper, Do you speak Gaelic?"

"Uh, no, I can play the bagpipes however." his eyes lit up slightly, a sort of mad fire behind a haze of brown or maybe dark blue.

"Well, I'll see you around I guess, I've gotta warm up for later though."

I tried to block the two men out and focus on my own workout but Piper seemed to stick around a lot longer than David. He was still there when my workout ended.

"What do you want?"

"You're a quarter Scottish, you're also a giant. How do you fight? Show me." He seemed to get more energetic the more he talked.

"Right now?"

He nodded, "Right now, c'mon."

He led me to a ring that some other wrestlers were using to brush up their skills.

From the looks of the ring, it was actually used for boxing.

Roddy entered the ring the same way as most six-foot-two guys did, through the top and middle ropes. I tested the ropes, and seeing that they had just enough slack, used them to jump over the top rope.

"I've never seen a girl do that before."

"Mistake number one, I'm a woman, not a girl. Mistake number two, you expected a giant to be normal."

He scoffed out a laugh and got ready to lock up.

We locked up and Piper hit me with a knee to the stomach.

I got him back with an Irish whip into the corner, accidentally winding him by being too stiff.

"You're gonna pay for that, lass." He snarled out, already getting pissed off.

I sized him up, trying to see how high I would have to get myself in order to dropkick him to the mat.

Piper tried to hit me with a running high knee strike but I countered with a dropkick, taking us both down to the mat and slamming my face into the mat.

The mat was a lot harder than I was used to, it felt like I had rammed my head straight into a cinderblock, I started breathing heavier than before.

I rolled over and put my arms up, making an 'X' with my forearms. Piper stopped and walked over.

"You alright?"

I shook my head.

He knelt down and pulled me up into a sitting position.

I hesitated, knowing I had to take my mask off to see what was wrong but truly not wanting to. Piper managed to unbuckle the straps of my mask and winced as he saw what was underneath. My mind went slightly mad not knowing if he was wincing at the injury I had caused myself or the fact that, compared to the rest of the D.O.D, I'm truly the worst looking, beauty-wise, that is.

Hitting my mouth so hard on the canvas of the mat below us, I had managed to hit my mask in a way that the bottom edge, which curved under my chin, cut into my flesh and made me bleed.

I put my hand up to the cut and Piper quickly held my arm by the wrist and shook his head, "Don't you dare."

By the time I received medical aid, which consisted of cleaning the cut and putting a band-aid on it, Piper had given me back my mask and asked if he could work out with me sometime. Knowing that he was currently on a different show, I said sure and we had split ways.

END OF ONE'S BEGINNING IS ANOTHER'S END / JANUARY 3RD

#Lucifarians #wrestling fic

[awkward-walking-potato]

Give me any Harry Bright drabbles you got my dude. I'll take anything

I don’t know if I do a good job of writing Harry but I might do a couple more just to get the hang off. I don’t know but let me know if you want more Harry.

You were living some people's dream lives, whenever you told people what you do they always gasp and tell you how they would love to do something like that. Sadly you did not feel the same way, your mother was a singer and your whole life has revolved around following her around the world always hiding in shadows never having anywhere to truly call home.

A home is all you truly wanted your own place and independence, I mean you were in Paris the city of love and you were stuck trying to find a hotel to fit the fifteen extra dancers that your mother had picked up on the way and decided would make a great addition to the tour.

That brought you to now stood in a small yet fancy hotel lobby filling in the details for the rooms making sure every detail was done correctly only  Ivory sheets in the rooms not white, I guess after your mum's third marriage she realized white wasn't a very lucky color for her and she made sure no one around her wore any white out of fear something bad would happen.

"mes plantes ont besoin d'être arrosée" you hear a voice coming down the stairs speaking french in a shaky voice which you pay no mind to it thinking he is most likely speaking to a member of staff, this is till you feel a tap on your shoulder "mes plantes ont besoin d'être arrosées"

You giggle slightly at the tall male as he tries to keep a small white towel wrapped around his waist with one hand whilst the other one made over the top gestures "I am sorry but I don't work here I'm sure someone will be able to help you with getting some water to those plants though." giving him one last smile you lean back down to sign the last part of the sheet.

The man stood beside you doesn't move he just stands there with a confused look across his face "Plants? I've accidentally locked myself out of my room you see I was getting the tray from outside and as I stepped out the door shut behind me leaving me outside like this and my french book inside the room."

You nod along with his story as he is explaining it watching his towel dip slightly with the movements of his arms "Well Mister, this is your lucky day cause I happen to be quite good with my french, I can help you out but it would cost you. What's your name?" smirking you lean against the front desk hand resting above the bell ready to ring it to inform someone of your presence.

"Harry, Harry Bright, and all my money is locked in my room b-b-but once it is unlocked I can pay you for your help" you laugh again at him shaking your head "I don't want your money, Harry I noticed that you have an accent. A British one so, if I do this for you I'm going to need you to tell me what it is like to live there" As soon as you say this he nods and you press down on the bell alarming the workers in the back room.

It isn't long before Harry is dressed and leading you around the streets of Paris, Tears stream down your eyes as Harry tell you about when he was going to get a tattoo but he fainted before the needle even touched him.

"So Harry you work in a bank?" he goes on to tell you about his father owning it and he's fulfilling the path that was laid out for him "I'm Still trying to find mine" you nod your head at him keeping a tight smile "I follow my mum around whilst she is on tour, I don't stay places long it's my first and last real day here."

"Oh okay, you're leaving tomorrow so I better act fast then. Can you take your hand out of your pocket?" he turns to you slightly as he says this but you do take your hand out of your pocket and let it dangle beside you for a second before he takes it into his own holding it in a stiff position "I would like to take you out on a date, this may lead to us discussing the advantages and disadvantages of us spending the night together."

This shocked you, you did not expect a statement like that from Harry the few hours you had known Harry he had been a gentleman although you could not deny there was a connection between you both. Even now whilst his hand was wrapped around your small sparks were flickering between your palms.

To him, you probably looked like a gapping fish your mouth opening and closing not knowing what to say " I just think When you know, you know, and when you fall you fall, and when you're defeated by love you're utterly Defeated." There was a slight shake in his voice as he made his statement to you and that was all it took for you to lean up and gently kiss him, at first there were no reactions from him his frame frozen and his lips not moving till he realized what was happening and gently kissed you back.

On the way back to the hotel it was filled with stops where you would just kiss and giggle like a bunch of children trying to hide from your parents. That night was like no other sure it was clumsy and messy but you didn't regret any moment you spent with him that night, it was completely out of character for the both of you. Something truly spontaneous.

#mamma mia 2 #mamma mia imagine #Harry Bright #harry bright imagine #harry bright oneshot #harry bright x reader

[v-hope]

They have feelings for you but you like/date another idol

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Angst

Request by @incrediblybiased: "I've got a reaction idea- the BTS guy who's your friend and has a crush on you, but you've just been asked out by someone from another group."

Kim Seokjin

Jin had pictured this moment to be different. Very different.

You see, two months ago you told him the great news about your group joining Stray Kids on tour, and although he was the happiest for you, he couldn't help but be disappointed, for he had wanted to confess his feelings for you by the end of that week and he felt then like waiting until you came back would be the best option.

So now, as he waited with everyone else at the welcome party that was being thrown for your group and the one you had gone on tour with for you to arrive, he thought you'd enter the door and you'd lock eyes with him, going straight to hug him and then… then he'd take you out of the crowded place and into a more private one, where he would finally pour his heart out to you.

That was what he had truly believed would happen.

Instead, what he got was his heart sinking the second you entered the room – hand in hand with no other than Bang Chan, and gazing up at him like Jin had never seen you look at anyone else before.

Your eyes did lock with his like he had planned... after you removed them from the other guy. You did go to hug him... after you let go of the other boy's hand. And then? Then you called said guy to go over by your side, placing your hand lovingly on Chan's shoulder as you introduced him as your boyfriend, and Seokjin... Seokjin having to fake a smile and act as if his heart did not break a little further when you introduced him as your best friend.

Not confessing when he had first planned to would be for the longest time his biggest regret.

Min Yoongi

Yoongi fucking hated timing.

It had been you the first one to catch feelings. Back in your teenage years, when he felt nothing but platonic love for you. He knew. And you knew he knew. That being the reason you decided to say nothing and get over him instead.

Now, eight years later, the tables had turned.

He knew you had successfully moved on from your feelings for him back then, but he had been willing to make you fall for him once again.

Only to be hit with the hard reality one night.

You had suddenly started brushing off his invitations to his studio for over a month now, and there was this one song he really wanted to show you – one he had written for you. That being the reason he decided to call you one night to ask if he could go to you instead, feeling lightheaded when who answered your phone was not you but a man, more precisely, Baekhyun, who politely told him you were currently asleep at his, and that he'd let you know he called the next day.

That was the first time his heart broke.

The second one? When a few weeks later you introduced him to your new boyfriend, the same guy who had answered your phone before.

That's when he reached his breaking point, because he had hoped that was a one time thing – a one night stand he could deal with, but you being in an actual serious relationship with someone else? That he could not handle.

So now the song he had written for you was long forgotten, replaced by many more as he practically lived in his studio – replaced by heartbreak ones you would never hear nor would the rest of the world.

Because it was his most precious secret, the one of him being in love with his best friend… of his taken best friend.

The one of him being too late.

Jung Hoseok

“Y/N and Ten?” Yoongi frowned – eyes fixed on you locking lips with the other idol, as he offered Hobi a drink after having reached his side.

Hoseok shrugged, taking the beer in his hand and chugging it like his life depended on it.

“I mean, I knew he had a thing for her since the last after party, but I didn't think she… I thought she…”

He thought you liked Hoseok. He really thought you did; that you genuinely returned his friend’s feelings for you. The way you would look at him, talk to him… act around him… everything was right there to make anyone believe there was something else going on besides a simple friendship.

The worst part of all? So did Hoseok.

That Yoongi had just found out at the sight of his bloodshot eyes.

“In her own words, how could she not fall for his killer dancing skills, pointy nose, smile so bright it could leave her blind, and how good he is to her?” he bit the inside of his cheek, finishing his drink in one gulp.

Yoongi gasped at that description. “Hope-ah, you–”

Hobi shook his head to stop him from speaking. “I need another drink” he excused himself from there.

He knew. He knew that fucking description fit him as well, which only made his heart hurt a thousand times more. Why couldn't you see him the same way you saw Ten?

Kim Namjoon

The worst part of you dating Yoo Youngjae?

That Namjoon had not noticed he had feelings for you until after you started dating him.

And it wasn't even when you first told him about your new relationship. Yes, he found himself not completely liking the idea but that had been it.

It was actually one month later, when he went to your house one morning to see how you were doing with your outfit for that night's award show, and what he found as soon as you opened the door was you in a dress that hugged your figure beautifully.

You took his breath away the very second he saw you, realising right there you were not his to look at like that. That fact hitting him like a punch to the face when you excitedly told him you were going with Youngjae to the event.

He didn't know why he had thought you'd go with him, like you had for so long done; even if you were taken now. Instead, he ended up going with just his members, which wasn't boring at all, but they weren't you. And he wanted you by his side during these kind of things... during all kind of things.

After that, he couldn't help but distance himself from you, because he'd hurt every time he saw your eyes lit up when you spoke about your boyfriend, every time you would smile in his presence, and let's not even talk about all the times you'd show any kind of affection towards Youngjae when he was in the room. What hurt him the most was that he didn't even get a chance to act on his feelings. He had just been too late. Too late to notice the amazing person he had by his side the whole time, too stupid to take you for granted.

Park Jimin

Loud banging on your door was what woke you up in the middle of the night – only to be met with a very miserable looking Park Jimin once you opened it moments later.

“Please tell me the rumours are not true” he begged with teary eyes.

“What?”

“Please” he stumbled forward, “tell me you're not with Taemin” he slurred his words, making the red flights show in your head.

“Jimin-ie, are you drunk?” you rushed to his side, wrapping one arm around him and closing your door with the other, helping him inside your place.

“No, no” he whined, closing his eyes as he tried to remove your touch from him. “Answer me, Y/N”.

The thing is, you didn't even have to answer him – your eyes alone letting him know what he dreaded the most was true.

Jimin took in a shaky breath, feeling a sharp pain on his chest. “Why him?” he mumbled.

You stuck your lower lip out, not understanding why he was so upset by it.

“Am I not good enough for you?”

That's when everything made sense.

“If you wanted a boyfriend why couldn't it be me? I've always been here for you, you know I love you, why can't you just…”

“Let's go to bed” you stopped him from pouring his heart out.

“No, Y/N–”

“I don't want you to regret this in the morning, Jimin. You can decide whether you want to tell me this or not once you're sober”.

And so he followed you to your room, instantly falling asleep, whereas you were left with a halfhearted insomnia.

Kim Taehyung

“I'll get you a date with any idol you want if you change places with me” you peeked your head from above his shoulder.

Taehyung shook his head. “If that idol is you, then sure…” he mumbled under his breath as he fidgeted unconsciously.

“What?” you wondered, moving closer so you could listen to him better.

“I said I don't want to date anyone” he raised his voice this time, making the mistake of turning his head in your direction, for your faces were dangerously close and he felt the urge to touch your lips with his.

“Okay then. I'll give you ten dollars”.

He scoffed. “Ten dollars for a seat that's one row in front of yours, meaning a much better spot? Why would I–”

“Dammit, Taehyung! I'm begging you, please change seats with me”.

Yeah, dammit.

Damn him for giving in to your pouty lips and pleading eyes.

Damn him for always wanting to give you what you wanted and see you happy.

Damn him for having feelings for his best friend.

But most importantly, damn him for not noticing the seat next to his was assigned to Kim Jungwoo, your crush since almost four months now and also who was currently in front of him, with you by his side looking at each other with the biggest heart eyes.

Heart eyes Taehyung had for so long wished you would look at him with, but much to his heartbreak knew you would never.

Jeon Jeongguk

“Who were you talking to?” you wondered as you entered your living room with snacks for your monthly movie night.

“Oh, Jaehyun called you” he said as if it was nothing, wanting to drop the topic right then by stuffing his mouth with food.

You stared at him for a few seconds awaiting for an explanation, finally shoving his arm when you noticed he had no intentions of speaking.

“What did he say, you idiot!”

“Easy” he whined, rubbing his arm. “He wanted to take you out tonight” your mouth fell open, “but I told him you were not available”.

“You told my crush what now?”

“I told him you were busy with me” Jeongguk shrugged, not looking at you but at the TV he had just turned on.

“Jeongguk, what the hell” you scolded him.

“You've gone on dates for weeks now, it's nothing new”.

“But what if he wanted to make it official now” you furrowed your eyebrows. “What if this was the date”.

“Then he should've planned it ahead. This is our night”.

“Oh my God” you ran your hands through your face. “I can't believe you”.

“No, Y/N, I can't believe you” he snapped, finally looking at you. “Everything now seems to revolve around him. I barely even get to see you and you're willing to sacrifice our movie night for him?” before you could even say anything, he stood up, throwing the remote to your side. “Well, your wish has been granted”.

He had been okay with you seeing him just like your best friend. He had been okay with pushing his feelings aside when you started dating Jae if it meant he still got to have you in his life. But if he couldn't even have that anymore then what was even the point.

#bts #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts angst #bts fluff #kpop #kpop fanfic #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts fanfiction #bts reaction #recent

[dukereviewsmovies]

Duke Reviews: Pinocchio

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews, Where We're Continuing Our Look At Disney...

Where Today We Look At Walt Disney's Second Animated Feature, Pinocchio...

This Film Is About An Old Wood-Carver Named Geppetto Who Carves A Wooden Puppet Named Pinocchio Who Is Brought To Life By A Blue Fairy Who Informs Him That In Order To Become A Real Boy, He Must Prove Himself To Be Brave, Truthful And Unselfish...

Will Pinocchio Succeed In His Quest?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Pinocchio...

We Open With When You Wish Upon A Star As The Credits Roll, Eventually Ending We See Jiminy Cricket Finishing Up The Song As He Sits On A Bookshelf...

And Honestly, Who Doesn't Like This Song?

It's Basically One Of The Top 2 Songs You Immediately Think Of When You Hear The Word "Disney" (With The Other Being A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes From Cinderella)...

However, Lately It's Been Brought Into Question By People Who Believe It Promotes Laziness And A Lying Belief That Everything Will Be Okay If You Believe Hard Enough, But I Honestly Think That People Like That Never Had A Childhood Or Has Never Thought Like A Child In Their Adult Lives...

Also I'd Be Crazy To Not Point Out That As Jiminy Is Singing The Last Words Of When You Wish Upon A Star, You Should Also Notice That The 2 Books Alongside The Pinocchio Book Are Peter Pan And Alice In Wonderland, 2 Other Stories That Would Later Become Disney Animated Movies...

Introducing Himself, Jiminy Acknowledges That Many May Not Believe That A Wish Can Come True, Which Leads Him To Tell Us The Story Of Pinocchio As He Gets Off The Bookshelf To Open The Book...

Saying That One Night, Jiminy's Travels Through A Quaint Little Village Where He Took Up Shelter In The Workshop Of A Wood-Carver Named Geppetto, Who Carved Dozens Of Toys, Clocks, Music Boxes And Puppets...

Hearing Geppetto Enter With His Cat, Figaro, Jiminy Hides As He Works On A Marionette After Greeting His Goldfish, Cleo. Painting A Face On The Marionette, He Names Him Pinocchio And Tests Him Out By Walking Him Around The Workshop While Playing Music...

And While It's Really Not A Song, I Actually Enjoy This Scene And The Marionette's Interactions With Figaro And Cleo Are Pretty Cute...

With The Clocks Indicating It's 9 O'Clock (In A Scene Which Shows Some Of The Elaborate Clocks In The Workshop (Some Interesting, Others Slightly Offensive) Geppetto And Figaro Get Ready For Bed...

But Before Going To Sleep, Geppetto Wishes Upon The Wishing Star That Pinocchio Would Become A Real Boy, With The Star Growing Brighter And Closer To The Workshop, It Eventually Arrives And Transforms Into The Blue Fairy, Who Grants Geppetto His Wish And Brings Pinocchio To Life...

However, The Fairy Informs Pinocchio That The Task Of Granting The Rest Of Geppetto's Wish Is On His Hands, Saying That He Must Prove Himself Brave, Truthful And Unselfish In Order To Become A Real Boy And Also Know The Difference Between Right And Wrong...

But Unable To Know It As...

Well, One Of The Complaints People Have In This Movie Is That Pinocchio Is A Little Dumb And Yes, Even I'll Admit He Is A Little Dumb But It's A Naive Type Of Dumb So I'll Let It Go..

Anyway, Unable To Know, Jiminy Tries To Explain To Pinocchio The Idea Of A Conscience Which Leads The Blue Fairy To Ask Jiminy To Become Pinocchio's Conscience. Agreeing To, The Blue Fairy Dubs Him As So, Before Taking Off...

Though Unsuccessful At First, Jiminy Tries To Explain The Concept Of Right And Wrong And Tells Pinocchio That He Wants To Do Right, Which Leads Into Our Next Song, Give A Little Whistle...

But As Pinocchio Joins In, He Wakes Up Geppetto, Figaro And Cleo Who Discover That Pinocchio Is Alive And That If He's Brave, True And Unselfish He'll Be A Real Boy, Which Leads Geppetto To Celebrate With His Music Boxes...

Tell You The Truth, I've Always Wondered What Geppetto's Neighbors Thought About All The Music Boxes Playing At 3Am At Night?

But When Pinocchio Sets Finger On Fire, The Party's Over And They Go To Bed...

The Next Day, The Village Is Alive With Boys And Girls Going To School, With Pinocchio Going With Them..

Seriously, If Can Ask How Did Geppetto Enroll Pinocchio In School After Only Having Him For One Night?...

But As He Goes To School, He "Befriends" A Cat Named Gideon And A Fox Named Honest John Who Tells Him That He Is Just The Type To Become An Actor Which Leads Into Our Next Song...

And I Honestly Like The Tune As It's Very Catchy...

Late On His First Day, Jiminy Tells Pinocchio Not To Listen To Honest John, But Pinocchio Ignores Him And Goes Off With Honest John And Gideon While Jiminy Follows...

Taking Pinocchio To Stromboli's Caravan, He Buys The Puppet Off Of Honest John And Makes Him His Star Attraction That Night As Jiminy Watches From The Audience As Our Next Song Starts...

And What Can I Say About This Song Except That It's A Great Song, In Fact It's So Good Even Ultron Likes It...

Becoming A Smash Hit, Jiminy Realizes That Maybe He Was Wrong And Decides To Let Pinocchio Go On Without Him...

Meanwhile At Geppetto's Shop, He Worries About His Wooden Boy And Goes Off To Look For Him While In Stromboli's Caravan After The Show, He Congratulates Pinocchio On A Successful Show...

But Wanting To Go Home To His Father, Stromboli Throws Pinocchio In A Cage And Declares That He Will Stay In There As They Tour The World And When Pinocchio Gets Too Old He'll Chop Him Into Firewood...

Calling Out To Jiminy For Help, He Eventually Shows When He Goes To Say Goodbye To Pinocchio. Attempting To Get Him Out Of The Cage Proves Impossible As It's An Old Lock And He Can't Unlock It...

Feeling Sorry For Themselves By Crying, Their Worries Grow Bigger When The Blue Fairy Shows Up...

(End At 1:39)

Freeing Them And Returning Pinocchio's Nose To Normal, They Sneak Out Stromboli's Van Before Heading For Home...

Celebrating At Red Lobster...

May As Well Call It That As It's Called The Red Lobster Inn...

Honest John And Gideon Meet With A Coachman Who Will Give Them A Huge Bag Of Money If They Bring Him Stupid Little Boys For Him To Take To Pleasure Island, Though Honest John Is Worried About Getting Caught At First, He Eventually Accepts...

Running Into Pinocchio, Who Is On His Way Home, Honest John And Gideon Pretend To Be Doctors Who State That He's Allergic...

Allergic To What?!?

They Don't Really Say But Either Way They Say That He Needs A Vacation And Must Go To Pleasure Island To Get Better Which Leads Jiminy To Go After Him...

Once On Board The Coachman's Coach, Pinocchio Meets A Boy Named Lampwick...

Who I Honestly Love...

Seriously I Love His Character Design So Much I Wanted To Meet Lampwick At The Park And Take A Picture With Him...

And I Knew He Was In The Parks As For A Time They Had Him And Pinocchio In The Main Street Electrical Parade...

However, Every Time We Went He Was Never Out And Eventually He Became One Of The Characters That Was Taken Out Of The Park And It Made Me Sad As I Knew I Would Never Get That Picture...

And Ever Since It Has Been My One Disneyland Childhood Regret...

But Enough With Childhood Regrets, Let's Move On..

As I Was Saying...

Pinocchio Meets A Boy Named Lampwick, Who That Pleasure Island Is A Swell Joint Where Boys Can Run Without Fear Of Reprimand From Authority Figures And Everything Is Free...

Reaching Pleasure Island By Boat, The Boys Go Off And Enjoy Themselves While The Coachman Orders His Men To Lock The Doors Trapping The Boys In...

Search The Now Empty Fairground For Pinocchio, Jiminy Eventually Finds Him With Lampwick In The Pool Hall. Telling Pinocchio That He Has To Go Home, Lampwick Hits The Cricket With A Pool Ball That Goes Down With The Other Pool Balls...

Laughing At Jiminy, He Quits Again As Pinocchio's Conscience But When He Discovers That All The Boys That Arrived On The Island Have Transformed Into Donkeys, Jiminy Races Back To The Pool Hall To Save Pinocchio...

(Start At 1:00)

Arriving Just In Time To Get Pinocchio Off The Island, They Swim For The Shore So They Can They Can Return Home. But When They Do Return Home, Geppetto's Workshop Is Empty With Geppetto, Figaro And Cleo Gone...

But Through A Message From The Blue Fairy They Discover That Geppetto Went Looking For Pinocchio Only To Be Swallowed By A Whale Named Monstro. Deciding To Go Save His Father, He Ties His New Tail To A Rock And They Dive Into The Ocean To Go Looking For Monstro...

Well, If You're Looking For Whales I Think I Know A Fish That Can Speak Whale...

But Dory Aside, They Eventually Find Monstro Who Eats Them Along With A Bunch Of Fish Which Geppetto Tries To Catch From Inside Of Monstro. Managing To Catch Pinocchio Father And Son Are Reunited...

But Despite Being Happy To See His Son, Geppetto Tells Pinocchio That There Is No Way To Get Out Of The Whale But Luckily Pinocchio Comes With An Idea To Gather Everything That's Wood And Burn It So Monstro Will Start Sneezing,..

Doing Just That, They Board A Small Boat That Geppetto Made As Monstro Sneezes Them Out, Furious Over Losing His Food, Monstro Chases After Them And Destroys Their Boat But Grabbing His Father, Pinocchio Paddles For A Hole In The Cliffs, Getting Through As Monstro Crashes Into It...

With Geppetto Coming To, Him And Jiminy Discover Pinocchio Face Down In A Puddle, Dead After Saving His Father...

Ah! Let's Hold The Darth Vader No's For Now...

Returning To His Workshop, Geppetto, Figaro And Cleo Mourn The Death Of Pinocchio, However, Proving Himself To Be Brave, Truthful, And Unselfish Pinocchio Is Returned To Life And Becomes A Real Boy...

So While Geppetto Celebrates His Wish Coming True, Jiminy Goes Out To The Window Ledge....

And That's Pinocchio And I Honestly Love It...

The Story Is Great, I Love The Characters And While There's No Real Bad Guy (I Guess Since Honest John, Gideon And Stromboli Are In The Parks At Times You Could Classify Them As The Bad Guys But Still) I Absolutely Enjoy It...

However Looking Back At It Now And Watching The Nostalgia Critic's Disneycember Review Of It I Do Have Some Questions Some I Asked During The Review Others But This One I Seriously Agree With The Nostalgia Critic On Is What Happened To The Boys On Pleasure Island Did They Just Stay There Forever? Or Did Pinocchio Rat Out The Coachman's Operation?

Either Way I Feel Something Should Have Happened...

But Still It's A Good Film And I Say See It...

Be Sure To Stop Check Out Duke Reviews Xtra As This Week We Are Back Doing Drew Carey In Geppetto Till Then, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#pinocchio #disney #disney animated movies #disney animation #disney animated films #Pinocchio's Daring Journey

[niall-is-my-dream]

I'll Wait For You

At the request of @awomanindeniall I have written a blurb detailing exactly what happened when Alex and Harry saw each other in Australia six months before We Know Where We Belong happened.

Hope you like it.

Catch up below and as always let me know what you think.

Em xx

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Your fingers hovered over your phone, typing out a message and then deleting it. No, calling would be better.

What time is it there? Would she be awake? Maybe she would be on a date or something? You hadn't spoken to her in a few weeks and that was only via text, she could have a boyfriend with her right now.

The thought made bile rise up, threatening to spill.

You're her Harry, a boy she's been best friends with forever even if she had a boyfriend over she would still make time to talk to you.

You hit the call button before you had a chance to change your mind.

 "Hello You." She said as she answered the phone.

 "Hi love, not interrupting anything am I? Have you got time to speak?"

 "No, not at all Harry. I know it's a Saturday night but I'm curled up on the sofa with a glass of wine and a book." She replied laughing. "Pretty lame I know. I bet your Saturday nights are better than this."

"Well, I'm in the middle of tour, so some of them are!" You laughed back. "You always did like chilling out and reading at any available opportunity."

 "How's the tour going?" She asked.

 "Really well, I'm coming to Australia next week." You replied, desperate to hear how she would react. 

It had been about four months since you'd seen her, at a Christmas party at her parents house, when she had flown over to spend the holiday season with them. It had been full of neighbours, friends and family so you hadn't had much time alone to speak.

 "I know you are!" She said sounding really excited.

 Your heart began beating faster as the question sat on your lips.

 "I am, I was um wondering......um."

 "Spit it out Harold." She joked.

 "Are you free for dinner maybe? I know it's short notice, you're probably busy or something with a boyfriend or something or maybe......um."

Shit you sounded like a twat.

 "No boyfriend and I always have time for you H. Dinner sounds good, what day were you thinking next week?"

 "Well my show is Wednesday, so I can get you a VIP ticket for that and maybe dinner on the Thursday? I have to fly to the next venue Friday morning."

 "Sounds good to me." She replied. "I've been meaning to text you and blag a free ticket for your show. Got to abuse the best friends privileges sometimes!"

"I know I should've called sooner." You said quickly hoping that she thought maybe it had slipped your mind rather than that you'd been nervous about inviting her for weeks. 

You'd met some incredibly famous and beautiful people, but Alexandra Connelly always had the ability to make you stumble over your words.

When you'd seen each other at Christmas last year, you'd not left her side. You'd seen your Mums eyeing you both up. The house had been noisy, so you'd leaned in frequently to each other to hear what the other was saying. She, as always, had smelt and looked amazing and you were completely in awe of her. No one you had met or dated ever held a torch to Alex.

The drinks had flowed and you'd got a little confident, your hand on her lower back at times and you'd flirted with her. She had reacted back, flirting with you too, and left you blushing at her words.

"It's ok, I knew you'd call. Your Mum said you would."

"My Mum?" 

"Yeah, we speak every week. She said you would probably call about the show."

Of course she did. Her and Angie's dream was to see you two together. To be honest that was your dream too.

A boyhood dream that was still there at 24 years old.

"Ah bet she loves that. She's always adored you."

"She's the best, always felt like we had two Mums growing up didn't it?"

"It did, always used to throw the best bbqs and parties didn't they?" You replied reminiscing.

"The parties were always great, especially once we hit 14." She said, a smirk evident in her voice.

"How could I forget?" You smirked back.

There was silence on the phone then, both of you clearly remembering how you'd both fumbled around with each other. Teenagers experimenting with their best friend, how she had made you cum in your pants within minutes of her touching you. How she had let you touch her boobs over her bra when she had been rubbing herself against your erection, causing her to have her first ever orgasm.

"Well Harold, I shall wait to hear the final plans for next week. Just drop me a text."

"I will. Night Alex."

"Night H."

********

You had been pacing back and forth in your dressing room that evening trying to calm your nerves. Not for the show, but because you were finally getting to see Alex again after four months. The distance was something that had been bothering you since she moved here. She came back at Christmas to see her family and that was it. She didn't get to visit more than that one time. And with you travelling all over the world for work, it wasn't easy to just hop on a flight to Australia to see her. However, you were incredibly proud of how successful she had become in her job.

When she finally appeared at the door you couldn't hide your smile and she couldn't hide hers. You held her close, that familiar smell and heart beat was comforting and needed.

You shot Jeff a glance when he interrupted you not even five minutes later saying he needed you for something. Making sure Alex would be looked after you headed off with Jeff.

Her gaze didn't falter from you for the whole show, she sang along word for word to each of your songs. You couldn't help but keep glancing in her direction and it was becoming quite obvious. You noticed quite a few of the fans looking in her direction to and it left an uneasy feeling in your stomach. You always tried to keep friends and family out of the spotlight, never confirming relationships. However, some fans did know who she was as she had come to shows with your Mum, Gemma and Angie when you had been in One Direction. Niall had asked about her once and you'd told him to back off, the teasing you endured from him about her since then was never ending.

Your frustration at Jeff grew when after the show you were ushered out to a car and to your hotel barely having a chance to say goodbye to her. Upon arriving at the hotel you noticed she had text.

"Hey Harold, loved the show. Can't wait to see you tomorrow. x"

******

Alex looked phenomenal as she sat opposite you in the restaurant. You talked about tour and about her work. The topic of your childhood came up and you laughed about all the things you used to get up to, neither of you mentioning the experimenting but you could see the amusement in her eyes. She knew she had got you thinking about it. Both of you barely acknowledged the waiter when he came by with your meals and eventually your bill. Something had definitely shifted between you during the evening.

When she invited you back to hers for a drink, you didn't hesitate to say yes. Hovering by her front door while she got her keys out, you decided that you were going to kiss her tonight, knowing that if you didn't you'd regret it.

Leaning against her kitchen counter as she got a bottle of wine out of the fridge, you admired her body. All the yoga she did made her bum perky and firm but she still maintained a healthy and curvy body. When she turned around with the wine bottle in her hand, she grabbed some glasses a smirk on her face as she made her way to you. Placing them down on the counter next to you, she looked up at you.

"Were you checking me out?" She asked, the smirk still on her face.

"I always check you out, been doing it since we were 13."

 "Well, that's honest of you." She replied, just inches from your face.

There was silence between you, both of you just looking at one another, wondering if going any further with this flirting was a good idea or not. You decided that it was worth the risk as you brought your hand up to cup her face.

"You're even more beautiful than you were back then, if that's even possible." You said in a whisper, mainly to yourself. But Alex began to blush and you decided to lean down and kiss her lips. 

Your mouth moved against hers, deepening with every second. You ran your tongue against her lower lip before taking it between your teeth. She omitted a low moan that made your cock twitch and you moaned against her mouth at the feeling. The wine was long forgotten as you kissed each other with everything you had. She ran her fingers inside the collar of your shirt, caressing the skin at the nape of your neck. Your hands fell to her bum moving her closer to you, all too soon though she was pulling her lips from yours.

"Well your kissing has improved over the years." She said breathlessly, her forehead resting against yours.

"Hey, I wasn't that bad. You never complained anyway." You replied.

She laughed a little before leaning in and kissing you again. Being careful not to knock over the wine, you lifted her up and placed her on the counter. Her dress rose up her thighs and you slotted yourself between them.  She was as close as she could be to you and yet it felt like you wanted her even closer. You shamefully made out like you were still teenagers, hands roaming everywhere before you ran your fingers up her thighs and under her dress. When your thumb reached her centre, you ran it across the front of her knickers feeling now wet she was. 

"Take me to bed." She whispered.

Not surprisingly it didn't take long to rid you both of your clothes, you didn't hide the fact that you were taking in every inch of her body as your eyes roamed her up and down.

You didn't know when you would see her again after tonight, you'd got six more months of tour and events, none of which were on Australia. So you were going to take it slow tonight and enjoy every second of it.

You'd never made love to someone before, never trusted someone enough to go bare. When Alex said she was on contraception pills, you believed her and the condom you had placed in your wallet in hope that something might happen was ignored.

Watching her face and hearing her gasp as you sank deeper inside of her was the best feeling, knowing that you were the one to make her omit those sweet sounds. When she whispered your name, you almost came, you'd waited so long to hear her say it when lying beneath you, taking you so well.

When she came, she clenched around you and you moved your hips faster and harder, hoping to prolong her high. It quickly pushed you over the edge, a low guttural moan came tumbling from your lips. Your voice deep and raspy as you cried out her name.

Alex looked amazing lying beneath you, her lips plump and her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. You kissed her forehead before pulling out and laying next to her. She turned her head to look at you, a wide smile on her face.

"Well, we've never done that before!" She said laughing.

"Should never have let you go to the Year Ten Prom with Jacob Stubbs." You replied.

"I knew that bothered you! He said you kept tackling him in football even though you were in the same team the week after I went out with him."

"Maybe we would've been more than friends if he hadn't asked you out."

"I only went out with him to make you jealous." She admitted.

"Alex!"

"What?! It worked didn't it?!"

"Yeah, but I wanted to ask you to go with me. Was going to ask you to be my girlfriend!"

"Were you?"

She looked shocked that you'd told her how you had been feeling at 15 years old.

"Yeah, I was." You replied as you turned on your side and snuggled up to her.

"I wish things were as simple now as when we were teenagers." She said.

"I know, I wish they were too. Do you know if you'll ever come back to live in England again?"  You asked her.

You didn't expect her to drop her new life in Australia to start something up with you. Travelling was part of your job too, but you based yourself in London and L.A. normally. When the tour ends you'll be back writing and who knows where that'll take you.

"Depends on if a role in one of the UK offices comes up." She replied, her eyes searching yours for your reaction.

"I'll wait for you." You simply said.

#Harry and Alex #Harry fan fic #Harry styles #Harry fan fiction #Emily writes #Harry fluff #Harry smut

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G O T 7 pt.4

"Hey kiddos!" Guerin called out in English as she entered the dorm for HEET. She had messaged them earlier that she would be stopping by. Having wrapped up breakfast with JB she had enough time to catch the boys and Eneoji before they left for work for the day.

"Noona!" Seungbin jumped up from the couch and ran to into entryway to greet her, the large white Samoyed hot on his heels. Guerin hugged the maknae in greeting then kneeled down to give her dog attention. The other five members of HEET made their way out to greet her as well. They all settled in the living room, Eneoji sprawled across both her and the typically nonexpressive Tobio next to her.

She listened as they caught her up on how everyone had been faring and some plans they had begun working on, including a possible World Tour now that they had gotten their first wins. It hadn't been long since their last promotions ended but they had all been working hard on preparing for the next comeback. Guerin asked them if she should take Eneoji home but Seungbin and Tobio asked to let her stay longer.

"Just let me know if your days get too long and you can't get away to take her out or you cant bring her to work. She needs the attention." Guerin cautioned.

"That time might be coming soon." Byoungjin said reasonably, but once he caught the pathetic expression from Seungbin he added, "But we have another couple days at least."

"I've been running with her everyday still! Sometimes people recognize us!" The American Gabriel said excitedly, "She's been giving out pawtagraphs." The pun had been a joke between him and Guerin but had become recognized fandom canon when he had let it slip in a vlive.

"Did Jackson ever make an appointment with you?" Minhwan asked suddenly, remembering his Sunbae reaching out to him.

"Yes he did, and his puppy is super adorable, we should absolutely schedule a playdate with MinNao and Eneoji." Guerin gushed.

"I haven't seen him in a while. It would be nice to see him again." Byoungjin said, happy at the prospect of meeting up with his fellow trainee.

"I met a few other people you guys know too. Mark Tuan and JB." Guerin said, though she opted to leave out that she had just gotten breakfast with the latter to avoid too many questions, "JB even came to see Mihi fly."

"I've head of JB. Doesn't he produce under the name Defsoul?" Tobio asked curiously.

"Yes, he helped me learn music composition and arrangement." Byoungjin answered, "How is he?" He turned to Guerin and she faltered.

"Ahh... we... he is nice but we kinda had a disagreement recently." She said honestly.

"What happened? Noona are you okay?" Seungbin sat up protectively.

"Yes I'm fine. He apologized." Guerin said, touched by the fifteen-year-old's reaction as she pinched his cheek, causing him to pout slightly.

"I'm not that surprised. JB was always a little hot headed." Minhwan frowned.

Guerin was shocked, "Hot headed? I would never have described him that way. I thought he was fairly laid back, even cute sometimes."

"Cute?" Minhwan coughed out a laugh, "Im Jaebeom? He hated aegyo!"

"No I dont mean aegyo." Guerin couldn't help but laugh at the idea of JB attempting full blown aegyo, "But he has... cute mannerisms? Like he puffs out his cheeks when he is thinking, or scrunches up his face when he teases, or plays up certain emotions when he gets excited." She tried to explain.

Byoungjin was looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing. You just described him very well." Byoungjin shrugged, clearly not telling the full truth.

"Yeah he had some of that too but he used to get mad and blow up a lot." Minhwan explained, "If he thought someone was being disrespectful, wasting time, not trying hard enough..." Minhwan flinched, "It wasn't fun being on the receiving end of that."

"I never would have guessed." Guerin said.

"Did you get yelled at a lot, Hyung?" Gabriel asked leader Minhwan, a slight cheeky quality to the inquiry.

"No, you rude punk." Minhwan answered back with even more sass, "But JB would have destroyed you. If you aren't careful I'll call him in to teach you a lesson." He threatened playfully, giving the younger man a couple pokes to the ribs, causing Gabriel to giggle and flinch away.

"JB had a rough childhood. His birth father wasn't a good person and he suffered for it. He talked about trying to change it. He was aware and he didn't want to be the kind of man that hurt his mom." Byoungjin said seriously. Minhwan and Gabriel looked chagrined. Everyone was quiet, unsure of what to say. Guerin processed the new information carefully, adding a bit more understanding to JB's personality.

"He must be working hard. It's not easy to overcome that kind of trauma." Tobio unexpectedly said. He wasn't as talkative as the others but when he did he had a habit of poignancy. The others nodded thoughtfully.

"What did you two fight about?" Seungbin asked suddenly.

"Oh... it's so embarrassing." Guerin hid her face in Eneoji's fur.

"Noonaaaaa, tell us!" Seungbin plied, pushing her gently and using full aegyo to get her to answer. She tried to avoid looking at him but he was too powerful.

"Okay fine." She pushed Seungbin away as he grinned in triumph and Gabriel cackled.

"He... asked me to sing a song he wrote." She said quietly.

"He asked you to sing?" Gabriel was floored.

"Noona we told you that you have a nice singing voice." Minhwan boasted. They had all spent time around her so they had heard her many times.

"Yeah but I'm not a professional. It's just for fun." She felt like she had to keep repeating it.

"Maybe he likes you." Gabriel said, then adding in English, "-likes you- likes you. Y'know?"

"Gabriel!" She said astonished, "Minhwan I can't reach, would you shove him for me."

"I don't know, he might have a point." Minhwan shrugged, trying not to laugh.

"Well he better not." Seungbin said making a face, "Noona you deserve someone nice."

"Don't speak ill of people you haven't met." Tobio scolded the youngest gently. Seungbin apologized and ducked his head. Guerin smiled fondly at the well intentioned boy before she caught another thoughtful expression on Byoungjin, who quickly blanked his face as soon as their eyes met. She didn't have a chance to question him before Minhwan changed the subject to talk about Mark and Jackson too and she forgot to bring it up again until after she had left.

"Charlie-ssi, have you eaten yet?" Jinyoung asked, coming up beside his favorite producer as she pored over a thick stack of notes.

"No, not yet..." she answered, distracted.

"That's silly, it's our meal break. Come eat with me." He said, taking a step back and gesturing toward the food truck that had been sent by his costars friends.

She glanced up, feeling regretful at having to say no to such a handsome man asking her to join him for a meal, "I can't, I want to finish this first. Besides, I'm on a diet, I wasn't going to eat anyway."

Jinyoung looked offended, "A diet?" He repeated blankly.

"Yeah, I've put on some weight and being around all these beautiful actors..." she trailed off realizing she might be oversharing.

Jinyoung shook his head disapprovingly, "Ridiculous. You're beautiful the way you are." He turned to walk away, muttering, "A diet."

She was frozen for a moment. Did Park Jinyoung just call her beautiful? She shook her head. It was probably just lip service. Still, it was disappointing not being able to eat with him. But she had eaten and drunk so much last night, she was feeling positively bloated. Shaking her head once more she turned back to her notes.

A few minutes later a plate of chicken with vegetable sides and half a cupcake was placed on the table in front of her. Looking up she saw Jinyoung settling in the chair next to her, holding a similar looking plate with the other half of the cupcake. She watched him in surprise as he nonchalantly settled in, picking up his chopsticks before meeting her gaze.

"Skipping meals is unhealthy. You should take care of your body and feed it well." His genuine smile made her heart race and she blinked to get her bearings. His smile turned slightly more mischievous as he reached over to break off a piece of cupcake with his chopsticks and raise it to her lips, "but a little treat every now and then is good too."

It took her a moment but she responded by opening her mouth and taking the bite, blushing and quickly looking around to see if anyone had seen. Jinyoungs smile took over his whole face, eyes crinkling as he turned happily back to his own meal. Charlie smiled too, then set aside her notes to dig in as well, talking with him as a few more crew members joined them at the table creating happy chatter during their break.

Guerin had met up with Jackson and MinNao for another training session, this one focusing on loose leash walking. Jackson and his puppy were both eager to learn and absorbed information, putting it into practice readily. The two humans chatted about training theory as they walked but it devolved into general chatter and joking around.

"Oh, why don't we get a coffee? MinNao can practice being calm and greeting people." Guerin suggested suddenly as they passed a shop with outdoor seating.

Jackson beamed, "That sounds great!"

"Go ahead and get seated. I'll order inside." Guerin pointed to a table on the patio.

"Wait, take my card." Jackson started to reach for his wallet.

"Nope! It's on me!" Guerin grinned and skipped away from him through the doors, ignoring his protests. He was left to make his way to the patio with his rotund red puppy. It wasn't long before Guerin reappeared with two iced Americanos, placing one in front of a pouty Jackson as she settled across from him.

"Oh MinNao, yes, I missed you too." Guerin cooed at the puppy who had begun wiggling as soon as she was back in sight, pointedly ignoring the sulking man. Jackson squinted his eyes petulantly, reaching over to his drink for a sip, not looking away. Once Guerin sat back she couldnt help but giggle at Jackson's exaggerated mood.

"Oh come on," she protested with a laugh, "Can't I buy a friend a coffee?" She returned his pout playing up the cuteness as much as possible.

Jackson let out his trademark high pitched squeal "Cuuuuute!" He exclaimed, leaning back and crossing his arms over himself defensively, dimples showing from his grin. Guerin couldn't help but laughing at his adorable reaction. The two continued their banter, intermittently reinforcing and playing with MinNao until during a lull Jackson changed the subject.

"Did you ever end up talking to JB again?"

Guerin took a moment, piecing together how she wanted to phrase the experience, "Yeah... he actually apologized. He seemed really genuinely upset with himself."

"What happened?" Jackson leaned forward curiously.

"It happened the same night we went out." She paused, "It sounds weird but he ended up at my apartment, drunk. He was really upset and apologizing a lot. I didn't feel comfortable sending him away that drunk so I let him pass out on the couch."

Jackson had no poker face. He sat back, looking disgruntled, "He spent the night?"

Guerin immediately tried to clarify, "Yeah but he was just passed out on the couch. It wasn't like... that." She floundered, "The next morning he didn't even remember but he bought us breakfast and apologized properly." Jackson still had an odd expression on his face so she tried to move on, unsure of how to phrase the scenario any better, "He actually asked me to try recording again."

"What did you say?" Jackson asked.

"I told him I'd try it." She felt strangely guilty admitting it so she avoided Jacksons gaze by focusing on taking a sip on her drink. Jackson floundered for a moment. He didn't want Guerin to set herself up for hurt again but JB was a close friend.

"If he apologized then he'll be better this time." He said, nodding resolutely, "You can trust him."

Guerin was relieved with Jacksons understanding. Him vouching for JB's character set her more at ease, "Thanks Jackson. It feels good to hear you say that." She smiled softly at him.

He beamed back at her before changing his expression to overdone disapproval to match his scolding tone, "But you don't have to let just anyone stay at your house overnight. You should be more careful!"

She laughed in shock, "Oh my god!" She exclaimed in English, "Nothing happened! It was nothing!" She said defensively.

"Still. It looks bad. Next time send him home." He said petulantly.

"Whatever." She said in English again, tsking at his attitude dismissively. They argued playfully for a bit before the conversation flowed naturally in another direction.

JB and Jackson met for dinner later that evening. They caught up with light chatter about their current projects and Jacksons upcoming schedules in China. Their discussion was light and friendly, with a lot of laughter from the both of them.

"Guerin agreed to try recording for my new song." JB brought up amidst their discussion of projects.

"Hyung." Jackson said suddenly. JB looked up at Jackson while reaching for a bite of food, "You need to be nice to her this time." Jackson added seriously. JB hesitated, remembering seeing Jackson hugging Guerin after his blow up.

"Ah..." he didn't know what to say so he shoved some food in his mouth as he thought. Jackson waited. "I was wrong that time. I was a jerk. I won't do it again." He said resolutely.

"And you shouldn't spend the night at her house either." Jackson added seriously. JB looked at his friend with wide eyes, shocked.

"I saw Guerin today. She said you came over to apologize." Jackson said, "I know you meant well... but... I told you before I like her. So I don't like you staying there overnight."

JB finished chewing and swallowed, "Ah... about that..." Jackson looked at him inquisitively, "I didn't say anything before. I thought I could give it up. But I like Guerin too." He looked ashamed, "I tried to distance myself and I got upset and I took it out on her. So I decided I need to be honest with both of you. I'm sorry I wasn't honest from the beginning."

Jackson couldn't hide his surprise. A variety of emotions passed across his face rendered uncharacteristically speechless. JB waited patiently for him to recover. After a few moments Jackson looked resolute, "We can't help how we feel. Neither of us own Guerin or have a right. Regardless, you're my precious friend and nothing is going to change that."

"Waaahhhh." JB said, impressed. He offered his hand to his friend which Jackson took and they shook fondly, "That was cool." They grinned at each other.

"I'm still going to confess." Jackson said, widening his eyes and locking eyes with JB who chuckled at his friends comical expression.

"Yeah. I think I will too." JB responded.

"Don't spend the night at her house again though." Jackson pouted at JB.

"I can't promise that." JB said breaking the seriousness, turning his gaze to food and reaching for another bite.

"Hyunggg." Jackson caught onto the shift in the mood as he whined, "Don't be like this."

"Like what?" JB played innocent, chewing and opening his arms questioningly.

"Hyuuuunnngggg...." Jackson whined more, pouting with his full body, causing JB to laugh loudly and offer the barely younger man a bite of food to satiate his sulk.

"Thanks for helping me pick out some new makeup." Charlie smiled at Mark. The two of them were meandering toward the famous makeup district in Seoul.

"It's no problem! I don't have a shoot today and I like spending time with you." He responded with a smile, but had to look away at the last part shyly. Charlie blushed, unsure of how he intended the message but she was flattered regardless.

"I usually do really simple makeup but with our wrap party soon I wanted something a bit more flashy. I figured, you're a model, you might know what you're doing." She shrugged.

Mark laughed, "Well I usually have makeup done to me but lucky you I can do some as well."

The pair entered a shop and meandered through, with Mark making suggestions and offering feedback on Charlie's questions.

"I don't know if that color would look good on me..." she said dubiously eyeing sparkly purple eyeshadow.

"Sure it will. Pair it with this lighter shade, it'll complement your hair well and go with your pink contacts." He pushed. When she continued looking doubtful he pouted at her, "You said you wanted a bolder look, don't you trust me? You should at least try it."

"Okay... I'll try it." Charlie gave in to his cute expression.

Mark beamed, causing her heart to race. He really had an unnecessarily beautiful face. An unnecessarily beautiful everything. She blinked to clear her thoughts as he grabbed the sample eyeshadows. She reached to out to take them from him but he pulled away.

"I'll do it, so you can see what I mean." Mark said. Charlie hesitated then dropped her hand.

"Okay..." She couldn't think of a reason to not let him and just hoped she could cope with proximity.

"Close your eyes." He instructed as he opened the first shade. She obeyed and tried not to flinch as he applied the colors and blended them together. It felt like forever. He was so close his breath would wash across her face and neck. His touches were gentle but precise. Her mind wanted to wander but she locked that down as best she could. "Okay." He said finally.

Charlie's eyes fluttered open, she was surprised to still see him so close to her. He studied his handiwork then nodded, looking into her eyes with a proud close lipped smile, "It looks great on you."

She felt herself blushing again and turned away quickly with the pretense of finding a mirror. Locating one quickly she looked in and gasped, "Oh, wow that does look really cool."

"Thanks." Mark stepped up behind her, still looking proud.

"Alright I'll get these then." She nodded but avoided his gaze.

"Let's find a lip color to go with it. Maybe something more neutral..." Mark said thoughtfully before turning and wandering toward the lip section. Charlie took a couple breaths before following after him.

"Boy Howdy do I got news." Guerin said, slipping into the chair across the table from her friend. The two of them often defaulted to English when speaking with each other. Charlie looked up, from her coffee. She and Mark had gone their separate ways not too long ago. She had, of course, removed the makeup before leaving the shop.

"Same." Charlie sighed in response, leaning her head on her hand as she frowned at her friend.

"Oh? Tell me about it." Guerin leaned forward expectantly, curious about the news.

"I might be imagining things..." Charlie started, then fidgeted as she tried to piece together what to say, "Probably just wishful thinking..." she trailed off again.

"Spit it out!" Guerin urged, tapping the table to snap her friend back to attention.

Charlie groaned and covered her face, "I'm just thinking ugh! So... I think I have feelings."

"Oooohhhhhh?!" Guerin sat up with a grin and wiggled excitedly, "Who is the lucky person?"

"That's the problem. Well. One of them..." she started to trail off again before she caught Guerin's gaze again and forced herself to spit out, "I think I like two people. I think I like Jinyoung and Mark..." Guerin grinned and let out an appreciative sound but Charlie continued, "And I think... they might like me? But I'm not sure. And like... what could two such handsome men see in someone like me? I must be imagining it."

Guerin scoffed, "Yeah, what could two men see in a smart, fun, sweet, beautiful, strong woman like yourself. Absolutely ridiculous." The sarcasm couldn't have been laid on thicker.

Charlie forced one corner of her mouth up into what was supposed to be a smile but was more like a disbelieving grimace, "Thanks..."

"Don't you give me that face. Give yourself some credit. You don't have to believe everything I said, even if it IS the truth. But you have a lot of excellent qualities. What's not to like?" Guerin argued.

"Come on, maybe for an average person. But these guys are surrounded by incredibly beautiful people all the time. I am so plain in comparison. I barely wear makeup and my standard is hoodies and jeans." Charlie looked increasingly despondent as she spoke.

Guerin frowned, "You might not be a movie star but give these guys some credit. Hopefully anyone you like would be decent enough to not measure a person's worth by how glamorous they can be." Charlie still didn't look convinced, "Listen I can't make you believe me. I haven't met Jinyoung but I did meet Mark. I might have been having a bad night but even I could tell, ya boi was into ya."

Charlie couldn't help but chuckle at her friends earnest and goofy way of speaking. "If you say so." She suddenly looked up, determined, "Speaking of! Any news on that front?"

"Oh, yeah. Geez." Guerin launched into the explanation of JB coming over drunk that same night. At first she told the same edited version she had told Jackson but after finishing she hesitated.

"Well it's good that he apologized." Charlie narrowed her eyes at her friends expression, "Guerin you have no poker face. What are you hiding?"

Guerin laughed nervously, "I uh... well... while he was drunk... it kinda sounded like he was confessing feelings too."

It was Charlie's turn to coo at the juicy gossip. Guerin waved her hand dismissively, "Don't get excited. When he woke up he didn't say it again. He didn't even remember."

"Mmhmm." Charlie said, sipping her coffee like Hyungwon. Guerin rolled her eyes, uncharacteristically at a loss for words. "Sounds like you've got a love triangle."

"What? With who?" Guerin gasped.

"JB and Jackson." Charlie said in a sing song voice.

"Oh stop. JB was drunk and Jackson is friendly with everyone." Guerin shook her head.

"Mmhmm." She made another point of sipping her coffee with emphasis. "You make a big production of how every man should be in love with me and you can't even notice a puppy begging for attention and a drunk confession. Come on."

Guerin could understand her perspective but still found it unbelievable. She didn't voice her thoughts again.

[onlystylesangels]

I Will Be There

Pairing: Harry x Character: (Ella)

Prompt: Where (Ella) texts Harry about how she's going to be horrible during her AMA'S performance. Harry then video chats her and they talk about it

Warnings: Fluff, supportive Harry, body image, a little cursing

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A/N: Hello! This was another idea I had and decided to finally write it.

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It's been months since Ella found out that she was going to be performing at an awards show.

The American Music Awards.

Ella has been petrified about being at the event altogether. She was excited that she was asked to perform her latest singles, but she was also going to be performing in front of so many other artists that she has admired for so long. She was nervous about what they would think of her.

Ella has been friends with Harry since one of her close friends invited her to go to this wedding she was invited to. Y/n went and there is where her friend introduced her to Harry Styles, the charming British lad that once worked at a bakery.

Ella and Harry then became very close and they always had contact with each other no matter what country they were at.

Currently, Harry was in London where he was resting at the moment after touring for a whole year.

Ella was in California where she was lying in bed, her head wrapped up in a towel because she just came out of the shower. Soft music was heard from her Bluetooth speaker that she had mounted on her nightstand.

She began texting Harry, telling him the big news that she was going to perform in less than a week at the AMA'S.

"Love. That's amazing! Congratulations."

_"I'm nervous though. What if I sound terrible and what if they make up stories about me that I can't _sing or I didn't dress appropriately."

"Love, you are going to be fine."

"I can't do it Harry."

"Hold on Ella"

Ella waited for a couple of minutes until she received a video call from Harry. She smiled at the picture she had his contact as, him puckering his lips wearing his pink Gucci glasses.

"Can you hear me pet?" Harry's voice rang out, as his face started to shift and discolor for a bit until he stopped moving around and his face was still.

"Harry?"

Harry smiles, showing off his dimple

"Yes love. Its me."

"Why FaceTime? We were just texting."

"I like FaceTime better. I wanted to talk to you face to face."

Ella touched her chest, feeling touched by Harry's little response.

"I wanted to say that no matter what happens at your performance it's only going to last for three or four minutes. Don't overthink it, while you're up on that stage you'll get nervous, yes, I'm not going to lie about that. But once you finish performing you're gonna wish it never ends, but it always does."

Ella let that sink in her head, as she imagined hearing the praising and claps from the audience and seeing smiling people bobbing their heads to the beat of the music. You wanted to feel ready, but you were so close to being ready now that Harry made the performance seem as a regular performance in front of your fans or family.

You were ready this whole time, you just didn't want to make yourself think you were ready.

"Ella don't worry, I'm going to go the AMA'S I'm going to be backstage and I will be there if something happens or if you feel self-conscious. I'll be there for you Ella, I won't allow you to feel alone because I'm going to be with you."

Ella frowns and she remembers that Harry was on break after he finished his world tour. He can't go, there is no humanely way that Ella will allow Harry to travel down to California just so he can be with her.

"Harry you can't come. The AMAS is during your break. I'm not going to let you come and see me. I don't want you to interrupt your vacation just for me. "

He shakes his head, closing his eyes for a bit and opening them, "You can't stop me love, I'll make it, don't worry okay? I don't want you to worry about me, just relax okay I'll be fine."

Deep inside you were regretting telling Harry about the show you were going to perform, but at the same time you wanted to see someone from the crowd that wouldn't be judging you.

 Flashback

“Does she really think she has a good voice for the boss? Look at her, she’s short and ugly.”

Ella would constantly hear the other girls banter about her and how she looked. She always felt self-conscious about her body and especially her face. She was wanting to change her face and add more definition to her body as well, but her sister stopped her from choosing to change her beautiful features.

“Ella, you don’t have to change your face to stop the people from talking about your face and body. Don’t pay attention to them, they’re just jealous because you’re one of the lucky ones that got signed off with a record deal and look at your nose, honey we have the same nose, why do you want to change your nose?”

“I am tired of hearing them talking about my face how they always tell me how my eyebrows are ugly and that my body is my obstacle because I’m… fat.”

“Baby, you’re not fat stop saying you’re fat. You’re beautiful the way you are and there is no one that will change that. Because if you change how you look, you are changing to look like the person that the people want to see you be, but once you change your body you’re not going to recognize yourself you’re going to feel as if there is a stranger in your body. You’re not going to feel as yourself.”

_But her sister didn’t understand how she felt when those girls would criticize her about her looks and how they constantly told her to fuck off and leave the building where she was training her voice where she was determined to become a famous singer or to become someone. Ella just wanted to be noticed for once. _

“I just want them to stop Daisy, I can’t take their judgments anymore, I hate hearing them talk about my body and I just want to change it so they can finally stop talking about me for once.” Ella sighed out, wiping away the tears that started to fall down her peachy, freckled cheeks.

“I know darling, but you can’t just decide to change your body because you want people to stop talking about you. If you want to change the way your body looks you have to do it for yourself to be happy not to make someone else feel happy. Remember it’s your body, you’re going to feel the pain, but them… they aren’t going to feel any pain because it’s not their body. So if you change your body, you’re not going to be benefiting yourself, you’re just going to be another victim of theirs.” Daisy emphasized, cupping her little sister’s cheeks and kissing her forehead giving her reassurance that she wasn’t alone, that she had someone to be there for her and that she was never going to leave her side until she finally admitted that she doesn’t have to change for anyone’s liking.

Flashback ended

  “Love? Did you hear me?” Ella came back to the present where she was seated on the mattress of her bed, forgetting that she was facetiming with Harry.

“Sorry Harry. Did you say something?”

“It’s all right. You’re getting a little sleep eh?”

“A little Harry. Sorry I wasn’t paying attention to you, I got uh… distracted.”

“It’s fine love. I’ll text you or you can text me… whichever works.” Harry smiles and looks down, showing off his beautiful dimples that Ella loved so endearingly.

“Yea, yea. Maybe tomorrow? We’ll see Harry.”

Ella stared at her computer screen as she remembered the first time they met at that party and how he was like a magnet, pulling in anyone that was affected by his beautiful charm, and aura. That was his gift, he always managed to pull anyone that felt interested in knowing this lean, tall green-eyed man that at first looks intimidating, but once you talk to him he is nothing, but a big stuffed bear that you could cuddle with every day.

 The comfortable silence brought Harry back as he was also distracted staring at Ella’s freckled cheeks, he found her cheeks his favorite facial feature on her face, reminding him of the many little stars that stare back down on him every night.

Harry breaks the silence by clearing his throat which cause Ella to come back from her deep thoughts, as she stared at Harry’s pink heart-shaped lips as he was speaking,

“Love, it’s getting a bit late. Im’a leave ya so you could rest up for your day tomorrow, yea?” Harry asked, as he was rubbing his eyes himself, showing that he was also tired from the long talk.

“Yea. I should get to sleep, I just lost track of time. Sorry if I kept you up.” Ella apologized, covering her mouth as a yawn escaped her lips.

“Don’t apologize love, it’s actually already morning here, I couldn’t quite fall asleep, I kept overthinking over somethin’. But thank you for texting, I would’ve still be up doin’ nothin’.”

“Harry! You never mentioned it was morning there already. I forgot that London is eight hours ahead. I’m so sorry Harry, I’m going to leave you so you can get your rest. Good night Harry.”

“Don’t be sorry Ella. It felt good to talk to you again. We should do this again some other day, maybe tomorrow, or… I mean when you can or if you want to do this again.” Harry stuttered out, as Ella smiled finding Harry being cute, stuttering trying to be understood by her.

“Yes Harry. I enjoyed this very much, especially your company. Good night Harry, dream of your lucky stars.” Ella finished off, as she watched Harry smile again showcasing his infamous dimples,

“Good night love, dream of your many desired dreams, I’ll see you real soon Ella.” He farewelled, as Ella smiled, but her smile disappeared when she saw the video call come to an end when Harry pressed the little red button on the screen and her screen was replaced with a black, empty space.

A/N: Hey! Let me know what you thought of this one, and feel free to go to my ask box, or message me if you want! I would love to hear what you thought. Much love -A.❤💓

P.S. (Let me know if you want this to be a series or not. okay that's it im going now.)

#harry styles #harry #harry styles imagine #short imagine #fluff #supportive harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic

[mytastessuck]

Gorillaz: The Fall

1I don't remember when I got The Fall but it was probably for my birthday since I recall seeing ads for it around Christmas. I got this album more out of a desire to round out my collection than out of any real hype but I don't regret asking for this album. Jesus, if this is what Damon can do on an IPad then what power can we awaken by giving him control over UK finances? The world may not be ready...

1. Phoner To Arizona

Ah, I remember when I first saw the video for this on Gorillaz main site. The images of the tour and the past videos spliced up like a demented AMV made an impression on me and actually got me a mite excited for the album. Childish gibberish and weird electronic noises seems to be a technique Gorillaz is skilled in and I hope they never go out of practice.

10/10

2. Revolving Doors

This is probably my favorite song on the album. I'll go into why I said probably later but the reason why this stands out on the album is because Damon lets his voice take center stage here. There's good instrumentation here and a nice back-up chant but I could listen to Damon moan about his breakfast order for hours. I wish The Beatles were real and not something Tumblr made up so that they could hear this.

11/10

3. Hillbilly Man

Love the way this song starts peacefully before it turns into a group of people gathering around a pentagram to summon someone from the Appalachian Mountains. I always think of the time I brought my IPod to an overnight retreat and I listened to this song after lights out. Really cool way to get lulled to sleep.

9/10

4. Detroit

This feels like a borrowed track from a Radiohead album. Specifically, OK Computer. This might be Fitter Happier's younger brother striking out on his own. Good for you, Detroit. Maybe somebody will name a city after you someday.

8/10

5. Shy-Town

Nice song to chill to. Pretty cool and nice enough to lie on grass to. That works in a song's favor.

9/10

6. Little Pink Plastic Bags

This remains one of my favorite songs on the album. Damon at his most ethereal and the instruments not getting in his way. Fuck man, we really are just little pink plastic bags floating on the highway. I just hope some creepy kid ain't filming us.

10/10

7. The Joplin Spider

Love the aggresiveness of this track. You really do feel like you're being attacked by a giant spider with Janis Joplin's head. Nice imagery to go with this album.

9/10

8. The Parish of Space Dust

Yeah, this is an awesome song to wake up to. Triumphant music, nice vocals, cheery radio voice...almost makes me actually want to visit Texas.

...Almost.

10/10

9. The Snake In Dallas

Nice beats for instrumental track. Really feeling the brass from this program. This track should be copied by every student who is forced to create something in GarageBand.

9/10

10. Amarillo

Very depressing but very good. You can actually apply this song to the Red Dead Redemption 2 protagonist. Go ahead, try it. It's free. Now, make an AMV about it!

10/10

11. The Speak It Mountains

Another member of the Radiohead clan. This sounds like something fun to play at full volume on a mall's speakers but not something to groove to.

7/10

12. Aspen Forest

Another ambient track that loses my interest. It get saved a bit by the Looney Tunes breakdown at the end but not by much.

7/10

13. Bobby In Phoenix

My other favorite song on the album. Bobby kills it on this track and he always forces me to stop and contemplate whenever this comes on. When he says that he can slowly see his life fading away, I feel a strange liquid substance form in my eye. It's weird.

RIP Womack

11/10

14. California & The Slipping Of The Sun

This song kind of reminds me of Hip Albatross, with its ranting drowning out a crooning Damon. Not as good as it though. Not enough zombies.

7/10

15. Seattle Yodel

Dude...where can I buy this toy pickle?

8/10

Album Score: 8.3/10

Next week, we go into Gorillaz' comeback album Humanz. I actually liked it when it came out...even if I was a bit disappointed by the lack of Damon on the album. Does it hold up to my modern scruples? Let's find out next week.

#gorillaz #the fall #music #review

[bluejeaniady]

Outdated writing / not part of new story

Entertainer.

Beautiful girl that I just met on tour, another good girl that I'll probably destroy. Her life was stable until she met me, sheltered and safe so she never gets freed. But she loves trouble, she's drawn to the danger. Never goes crazy, I bet I can change her.

I could make her fall in love with a stranger.

•••

I knew I was in trouble the first time I looked at her. Her eyes were the color of the sea, a mixture of blue and green that I’ve never seen before. Far from my wife’s brown. There was something about Delilah, in the way that she carried herself. Like she wasn’t really here, like she didn’t exist at all, like a ghost. A beautiful ghost.

Have you ever stood in front of a crowd and told them your darkest secrets? Your highs, your lows, your deepest love, your biggest regrets? That’s what being a musician feels like. Sharing your secrets with strangers every night. I love every minute of it.

I didn’t plan for her to be my secret, to be someone that brought so much light into my life. She was like coming up for fresh air, like I was drowning and she saved me. She’s my muse.

That’s why when she walked in while my wife’s legs were wrapped around my hips I couldn’t look away from her, from those ocean eyes. For a moment I thought I saw a flash of pain in them, a moment of some emotion that I’ve never seen from her. My little ghost didn’t show emotions like that, always so calm and serene.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her when she closed the door, leaving with my best friend. Even as I finished in my wife, lips against her neck; whispering how much I loved her. All I could think of was my muse.

Does she hate me? Will she leave for another band? Was she fucking Lucas right now? The drummer had his way with the other groupies, but she was /mine/ not his. My muse.

As my wife tucked our children into bed I texted her, ‘Delilah, I didn’t know she was coming.’, ‘I promise it didn’t mean anything.’, ‘You’re still coming tomorrow right?’

I couldn’t finish this tour without her, we had the next month in Europe and another back home in the states. It wasn’t the same without her.

•••

— Two weeks earlier —

“Tell me something…” My course fingertips ran down her porcelain skin, drifting down her hip.

Delilah’s oceans met my greens, her bottom lip tucked firmly between blunt teeth as though she was studying me. Seeing right through me when I was trying to figure her out.

Blonde strands fell into her eyes hiding my view. “The entire world's population could fit inside of Los Angeles.”

Popping a brow at that, pulling her small frame towards me. “That’s not what I meant, beautiful. I want to know you.”

Her lips found mine with a secret smile touching hers. “There’s nothing to know, baby. I’m what you see.”

As I opened my mouth to speak her teeth nipped at my lower lip, feeling her palm wrap around my cock at the same time whispering softly. “Play me… Play me like your guitar.”

•••

Pounding on her front door, my forehead pressed against the surface. She had a small apartment in Brooklyn, nothing fancy on the outside but inside it was something to look at. I always asked her if she wanted me to move her closer to me, to the upper west side but she was content to stay put.

“Lilah, we need to go! We’re going to miss our flight!”

Closing my greens, letting out a sigh. She barely texted me back, only telling me that she would come to London. My little ghost, never speaking a word.

‘Candy...She's sweet like candy in my veins. Baby, I'm dying for another taste.’

The lyrics filled my head instantly. Digging my small notebook out of my back pocket, scribbling down the lyrics before I could forget them. This was what it was like being around Delilah, a constant source of music even when I didn’t feel like writing.

‘And every night my mind is running around her. Then it's getting louder and louder. Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

I can't let you go now that I got it.’

Was this why I’m in love with her? Because she’s the source of my music, my talent…?

There were always groupies, always a girl to spend my nights with. But she lifted me up, supported my music in a way no woman has been able to.

The door opening had my head snapping up from the notebook I was writing on. “I’m ready to go.”

She looked the same as ever, like nothing ever happened.

My little ghost. My muse.

Delilah.