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[luvmaze-bts]

When I went and saw it, people were laughing in the audience during Tae losing his voice and it made me so mad

wtf what kinda people would do that thats messed up 

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incorrect muse quotes: 01/?

[michellerps]

"Going on, my first impression, I recall you wearing white."//Chae/Joon

For a moment, Chae gave no reaction or response at all. Just a blink of her eyes and no hint she’d heard him whatsoever. It was taking her a moment to process what this meant, and how she wanted to address it. If she hadn’t masked it, he may have seen a pleasant surprise in her eyes. He remembered their first meeting so vividly he could even recall her outfit? Even her memory of that was fuzzy, but that seemed right. A white dress. It had pink and grey detailing on it, she was pretty sure, but yes. Mainly white. 

After a few seconds had passed, Chae gave him something she rarely gave to anyone - a genuine smile. Soft and warm, not prideful or smug. Not for show, but for him and only him. “Impressive memory. Should I be flattered?” Unlike how she’d usually deliver a line like that, her tone was more playful than anything else this time. “Because I kind of am.” 

A soft laugh left her lips, and her head ducked down. “I remember…” she hesitated, almost scared to be open in the same way he just was. She pushed herself to continue anyway. “I remember thinking you smelled nice. I’m not sure if it was your soap or shampoo, but. It was nice.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, her head once again lowering. Looking shy was far from common for Chae, but neither was admitting these sorts of things. Especially not to Joon.

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Whitney & Taylor, Whitney & Zayir, Whitney & Raquel//Intimate

hand holding - Whitney & Taylor

There was still blood on her lip and on her tongue when Whitney crossed paths with Taylor in the hallway. He was looking a little flustered - probably because he’d just seen what Whitney had done to his girlfriend. And after what she’d done to Topanga a few weeks back, he was probably right to be concerned. Gracie was back with the doctor, and they were worried she may be concussed. Whitney chuckled at the thought. Topanga’s injury was something she only slightly regretted. Actually, no. She didn’t regret it much at all now that she thought about it. It hadn’t been an accident, just misdirected at the time. But now she had all the correct information, and it was time for Gracie to be sitting on the shelf right next to Topanga. Just because only one of them was Taylor’s actual girlfriend didn’t mean the both of them hadn’t been in her way. She’d be happy to have them both out of the picture. 

“Where’s the fire?” The blonde grabbed onto his wrist as he passed her. “There’s no need to rush. She’ll be there when you get there. Trust me, I made sure she’s not going anywhere.”  

Taylor yanked his hand away so quickly that Whitney almost jumped back, startled. “What… what are you even…?” He stared down at her, a mix of confusion and anger on his face. “Get out of the way.“

She gritted her teeth and stared back at him, trying to mask the hurt in her eyes with fury of her own. Whitney wanted to hate Taylor. She really did, but she couldn’t, despite how bad he’d hurt her. The rejection had stung. More than that, it’d humiliated her. Him not wanting to her had broken her heart and driven her crazy, but if anything, she only wanted him more now. She liked the chase of what she couldn’t have, she’d admit. 

“You don’t wanna finish that thought, Taylor?” she asked, reaching for his arm again instead of moving away. His skin felt so warm underneath her fingertips. What she wouldn’t do to feel that warmth all over each inch of her. She stepped closer, head tilting back slightly so she could keep her eyes on his. “What am I even doing? Is that what you were going to say?” Her hand slipped down so she could curl her fingers around his, giving his hand a light squeeze. “I think we both know what I’m doing. Gracie’s in our way, tearing us apart. I’m making things right, Taylor.”

Again, her grasp on him didn’t last long. She didn’t get a chance to let her fingertips linger before he was pulling away again, shaking his head. “There’s something just… twisted ‘bout you.” Unlikely he meant it as a compliment, but Whitney smirked nonetheless, even as he pushed past her and down the hall. On his way to sweet, wounded little Gracie. Next time, he wouldn’t have the luxury of being able to walk just down the hall to see his weakened girlfriend. He’d have to watch her leave on a stretcher.

sharing food - Whitney & Zayir

“Look who made it back!” Whitney said in a sing-song tone as she approached the table Zayir was at. She put her hand on the table, leaning against it, body facing Zay. She didn’t even acknowledge that she had stepped right in between him and Eva, and that the two of them had been mid-conversation with Jace. “All healed up, huh?” Her hand came down on his recently recovered shoulder, an aggressive gesture poorly masked as something friendlier. “That’s so great, but I just can’t help but notice you came back all alone.” Her pink lips formed a pout, but everything from her voice to her facial expression screamed sarcasm. “No Topanga? She still at home resting that neck of hers? God, if I’d known the bitch was so fragile, I wouldn’t have stomped that chair against her neck like I did.” She paused and burst into a fit of giggles. “Okay, I’m kidding, I still would have.”

“… She’s tougher than you think,” Zayir replied quietly. She didn’t seem to keep his attention all too long, as he went back to his food before he continued. “But yeah, I’m back.”

“Mmhm, I’m sure she is,” Whitney smiled, sarcastic again, giving his shoulder another less than gentle pat. Truthfully, she had no issue with Zayir. She wasn’t even sure they’d had a full conversation since they were in NXT together, and even then it was probably wrestling based. All technical and professional. His association to Topanga just made him an easy target for her. “We all know you’re biased, it’s okay.” 

Reaching a hand right into his plate, she plucked up a noodle from his pasta salad and tossed it into her mouth. “Well, welcome back! Try not to hurt yourself out there again. Hopefully you’re not as brittle as your girlfriend.”

sharing clothes/jewelry/personal items - Whitney & Raquel

Whitney didn’t have many friends on the roster, believe it or not. Acquaintances, maybe. Temporary allies at most. But that was all she really needed. She had high standards anyway, and she’d rather fight most of the girls on the roster than hang out with them. However, with Raquel, she found she could tolerate her more than most anyone else. They had similar mindsets. She was fun to talk shit with. And her having nothing to do with Taylor may have helped her in Whitney’s eyes. She just liked her, simple as that. The fact that she was willing to share items from her personal wardrobe was proof of that.

“Here.” Without being asked, Whitney took a black jacket from her suitcase and handed it to Raquel. The dark haired girl was fuming after her own jacket had been ripped right up the sleeve. As far as Whitney knew, someone had tugged it in what was meant to be a playful fashion - Lola, she thought it was - and it had just torn right then. But that was her guessing from context clues and words she understood. Raquel was still spewing venomous Spanish that Whitney couldn’t translate. But whatever had happened exactly didn’t matter. She was without a jacket and the taping was already underway. 

“We’re about the same size, right?” She didn’t know Raquel’s exact measurements, but just from looks, she was sure the jacket would work. And her own was almost identical, minus a few minor changes, like pocket sizes and a couple extra studs. “I thought I’d need it tonight but I’m just going ahead and getting into my gear. Plus, you need it more than I do. That outfit is still killer, but the jacket really made it.”

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[text] Hypothetically speaking, at what point does fire become too much fire?/[Text]: WHY IS MY CAR MISSING A DOOR/[Text]: I'm sorry I tried to stab you. I guess I was just super mad at you when I blacked out/[ text ]: Why don’t we not talk for a while?//Oliver/Sam

[text] Hypothetically speaking, at what point does fire become too much fire? 

Oliver→Sam: Any fire is too much fire. Oliver→Sam: Stop texting me and call 911, Sam. 

[Text]: WHY IS MY CAR MISSING A DOOR

Oliver→Sam: Cause you’re a dumbass? Oliver→Sam: How would I know, I’m not your keeper. Oliver→Sam: Ask Manny, he’d know better than me. 

[Text]: I’m sorry I tried to stab you. I guess I was just super mad at you when I blacked out

Oliver→Sam: I forgave you the last time you did it, guess I’ll forgive you this time, too. Oliver→Sam: Not sure that plastic fork was gonna do much damage anyway. 

[ text ]: Why don’t we not talk for a while?

Oliver→Sam: Back to not talking already? Fine. Good. Oliver→Sam: I can’t hear anymore of your bullshit anyway. I’m done. 

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Intimate//Wes/Lilly

forehead kisses 

Wes knew he was staying the second Lilly mentioned things being different between them. It was the confirmation he needed that things had changed for her, too. Not just for him. But he still took another week to think everything over. Because things with her hadn’t been the only factor in leaving. Just a minor one. But she had said a lot of other things that stuck with him, too. She’d told him he didn’t have to figure anything out on his own. He had her. And he’d taken it in a romantic, emotional way at first, but reflecting on it, he knew she meant it in more ways than that. Before they’d been anything else, they were people who worked together. And worked together well. When they were feuding, when they were aligned, they always knew how to bring the best out of each other. The two of them were a team. Did he really want to work somewhere without his right-hand woman? 

She’d also made a good point when she yelled at him about how he should have talked to her, because she could have helped. He still agreed with that now. Whatever match or story they got put into, they could figure it out. If he had her, he could deal with whatever got thrown at him. She’d make it tolerable. 

It did also help that before he confirmed he wanted to stay with the company, Vince put a few great offers on the table. He happily snatched them all up. He’d just put his name on the dotted line that night, and now the only thing left to do was tell Lilly. 

He found her just a few minutes after leaving the office, talking to Gabbi outside the women’s locker room. He stretched his arm out and tapped her shoulder from behind as he approached, making her looking back, but he was already passing by the other side of her. “Mind if I steal her for a sec?” he asked Gabbi, who smiled knowingly at Lilly and then turned to leave. He assumed the smile was at the two of them getting closer, and not about his contract stuff. If she knew that just moments after it happened, he’d be a little afraid of her mind. 

“Guess what I did,” he said to Lilly once he had her alone. She raised her brows at him, but he didn’t give in yet. “Nah, come on, you gotta guess.” It probably wasn’t the time to play games when he was about to tell her something kind of major, but he couldn’t resist. 

She rolled her eyes and replied with a sarcastic, “Solve word hunger?” 

“Alright, that wasn’t a serious guess, but thank you for humoring me,” he grinned, hopping up onto a prop trunk against the wall. Hands resting on the edge of it, he leaned forward casually. “Signed my new contract today.” Her eyes lit up, her smile making his own smile widen. Damn, it was good to know he could make her look like that just by saying he was gonna stick around. “Is it a better contract now? More control or what you wanted out of it?” 

He chuckled. Just like Lilly to go into business mode right away. “Yeah, yeah,” he nodded. “They were more willing to discuss things than I thought they’d be. Got more promo control now, first of all, thank God. Gonna let me pitch some stuff soon. The salary bonus didn’t hurt either. So dinner’s on me after the show.” He gave her a cheesy wink. “The absolute best for you tonight. Or whatever’s open at midnight, but you can get whatever you want.” 

She laughed. “How about room service. Just us?“ 

“Your mind…” he started, reaching up to gently cup the back of her head. “Brilliant.” He leaned forward, pulling her in so he could press his lips to her forehead. “Room service on my bill then.” 

The show wrapped for the night and that was exactly what they did. Went back to his room, and sat in bed together to eat the mini-feast they’d ordered - fries and strawberries and champagne for the both of them, and a chicken sandwich for him because he needed a meal. He was laying on his back in bed, on top of the covers but in his boxers already, not so subtly watching as she changed for bed. At this point, he didn’t think he needed to hide it. 

As she got into the bed, he inched over, making more room for her - but the second she was actually in the bed, he moved right back over into her personal space, grabbing the side of her face in a gentle grasp as he kissed her. “Tell me you’re happy I’m staying,” he said, but not in a demanding tone. It was more of a question. Just wanting to hear it straight from her lips instead of reading the lines between implications. 

“I’m happy,” she said with a smile. She was so unbelievably… soft, in this moment. And not just in her appearance, which was lacking make-up but as stunning as ever. It was that, but also her sweet voice, the way she pressed into him, the way her head tilted upwards just slightly to press her nose against his, that angelic smile on her face. “Are you happy to stay?” she asked him in return.

“Mhm,” he hummed in reply before brushing his lips against hers once more. “How could I not be?” His fingers moved through her hair, brushing it from her face, staring down at her with all the fondness in the world in his eyes. “I got everything I want here. I’d be a miserable son of a bitch if I left.”

"Mmm, good thing I’m not lactose intolerant. You’re being very cheesy tonight.” 

Wes laughed, hand once again coming to her face, this time so he could playfully squeeze it, squishing up that cheesy grin she wore. “Hey, it’s been a couple of long, emotional weeks for me, okay?” he told her. “Done a lot of thinking, so it’s gonna be a cheeseball kinda night, alright?” 

She put her hands over his, laughing along with him. "Should I have ordered mozzarella sticks or fondue?” She paused, a genuine smile on her lips. “Glad you’re on the other side of those weeks.” Another pause. “Would’ve been quicker if you’d talked to me sooner.” 

He shook his head as she stuck her tongue out at him. “You’re a fucking comedian,” he teased, letting her face go and casually draping it across her waist. “I know I should have talked to you - and you don’t have to say it, I know, definitely should have said something to you and not Chris. I’m a dumbass, we can agree on that. But it worked out, yeah? You found out anyway, came to yell at me… Said some shit that kinda made my mind up for me, if I’m being honest.” 

“Hmm?” she replied, pushing him for more. 

Her fingertips trailing up and down his arms and shoulders definitely eased him of any nerves he may have had for this confession. 

“You just reminded me that… I got you. Even when I’m not happy with how things are going, it’s never that bad, because you’re still right there with me. We can figure anything out together, make it better. And I don’t wanna go anywhere you aren’t, because I’m in love with you and nothing would be the same without you.” 

“You’re only working this out now?” she remarked. 

He scoffed playfully at her response to his heartfelt words. “No, the loving you part I’ve had figured out,” he told her. “It was you loving me back I wasn’t so sure about, smartass.” 

“Hello?” she asked, fist raising to knock on his head. “The man I love seemingly doesn’t have a brain? How did this happen?” 

Grabbing her wrist and holding onto it, he laughed. “You could just say you love me back like a normal person, you know,” he teased. 

“And why would I act like a ‘normal person’?” she replied after a laugh. “I’m happier and smarter than normal people.” There was a long pause where he just stared at her, amused and endeared, but at the same time silently pleading her to spit it out. A moment later, she did. “I love you, too.”

Suddenly smug and wearing a smirk, he pulled her in by her waist, keeping her close. “I know,” he said before pressing his lips to hers.

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♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle//Wes/Lilly

‘If you feel discouraged when there’s a lack of color here, please don’t worry, lover. It’s really bursting at the seams… This is fact not fiction for the first time in years… Should have given you a reason to stay.’ 

 Wes was half dressed when Lilly barged into his locker room. Considering her general personality, it didn’t shock him much. He didn’t even flinch. Kinda used to it at this point, kinda endeared by it, too. He was buckling his jeans when he glanced over at her, and it only took one look for him to realize - She knew. 

He’d only told one of his friends that he was considering not resigning with the company, but they were all friends with each other. He should have known better than to think he could keep it from spreading. He shouldn’t have told Chris or anyone else at all. 

“Chris tell ya?” he asked, dropping his eyes again, casually going back to getting ready. He could hear the door forcefully shut behind him, and could tell right away that this wasn’t going to be a conversation about how much she’d miss him if he left. Not that he genuinely thought he’d get that ever. Even if it would have been nice. 

“Was I supposed to hear it from him?” she asked. 

“Weren’t supposed to hear it at all,” he shrugged. He dug through his bag as he spoke, looking for his wrist tape. “I’d have told you myself if I wanted you to know.”That sounded harsher than he intended, but him and Lilly had never had a problem being blunt with one another. 

“So you’re keeping things from me now,” she said, taking it exactly the way he hadn’t wanted her to. “Important things. I thought… I didn’t know you were that unhappy." 

Her voice went from angry to hurt to calm in a matter of moments. Fake calm though. The voice she put on to hide when she was genuinely upset. She didn’t know he could tell, but he could. Easily. 

"I wasn’t keeping anything from you,” he sighed. He dropped the tape and turned to face her. There went trying to keep this as chill as possible. He didn’t know why he’d thought that was even a possibility. “Listen, I don’t know what you heard, but ain’t nothing official yet. They told me to take time to think, and I am." 

And that was exactly what had happened. He’d been called into an office with Vince and Hunter and Stephanie, all of them conveniently gathered to discuss his new contract with him. But when they’d offered him the pen to sign, he’d shook his head. Told them everything he was feeling. He was directionless, no longer being used, not being used properly when he was getting time. He had so much support behind him from everyone in the audience but no one backstage. He liked it there, he liked working with Lilly, he liked what he had been doing, but it felt like he had hit his peak and they didn’t care to do more with him. They told him he had a couple of months until his current contract ended, and to take a few weeks to think this decision over. He could be stubborn, but he wasn’t set in his choice to leave just yet. So he genuinely was taking the time to consider all his options. 

"You’re thinking about leaving,” Lilly stated. “That’s important. Why didn’t you want to tell me or talk to me?" 

He had thought about it. He really had. The only reason he told Chris was because he had been right there during a moment Wes was having a bit of a freakout about things. He’d had to tell him what was going on with him. He hadn’t thought about who he might tell in the moment. Truly, he just hadn’t wanted anyone to worry about it, or be upset about it. Or God forbid, the public find out and rumors get started. Not before he made his mind up. 

"Do I actually mean that little?” she continued. “I thought things were… different now." 

His entire demeanor softened upon hearing that, eyes blinking and brows raising a little. Were things different for her? Had he been blind to it? He knew how things had changed for him. Couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment their bickering turned into flirting, or the moment their hate-fueled hook-ups turned into something more genuine, or the moment he looked at her with fonder eyes. But he knew it had happened. It was undeniable. 

There’d been moments, sure, where he thought it was the same for her. More than a few moments, even. Sometimes he even felt without a doubt they had something mutual and beautiful on the brink of happening. Sometimes it was hard to tell. Sometimes, a part of his unhappiness there wasn’t all to do with his career. 

Not knowing if the girl you loved actually gave a shit about you could fuck you up a little. 

"Are they?” His voice was immediately a notch quieter, gentler. He was quick to say more. “Yeah, I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t want to stress anyone out. Ya know, I may not even go, so. Wasn’t worth starting rumors over.” Then, with another light shrug, added, “Honestly didn’t think anyone would care that much." 

By ‘anyone’, he mainly meant the people backstage, the Vinces and the Hunters. But yeah, he meant her, too. 

“If you don’t want to start a rumor, don’t talk to a blabber mouth like Christopher. You talk to me. We work together, we travel together, we’re sleeping together. Don’t you think it’s smarter to talk a someone who won’t spill your business and can maybe help? Goddamnit.” She continued on, grumbling in Russian and he could only stare as she carried on. 

 She was unhappy, clearly. Still angry, but Wes couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. “Alright, alright,” he said, putting a hand up in an attempt to cut off the rambling he can’t understand. “I’m sure you’re saying super nice things about me and how much you’d miss me, but you don’t have to stress about it, Lilly. I don’t want you to. Please. This was something I wanted to figure out on my own, alright?" 

"Which is why you told Christopher, instead of myself.” Sarcasm dripped off the words but Wes kept smiling. Yeah, that’d been a bad choice, he wasn’t gonna argue that now. “You don’t have to figure it out on your own. You have me, you fucking idiot." 

Her hand raised, resting on his shoulder, and the way she spoke made his stomach tighten. Not with anxiety, but with something else. Something warmer. His feelings hadn’t changed, he still wanted to make this choice on his own, but whether she knew it or not - her simply stepping through that door had made his decision a hell of a lot easier. 

"Guess I know that now,” he said, soft smile on his face as he stared down at her. “Thank you." 

"Don’t fucking keep things from me again,” she said quietly before pulling him down for a kiss. He kissed her back, saying nothing more on what she’d just said. If he said he wouldn’t, it was a loaded unspoken promise. Promising he would be honest, no longer able to keep his feelings for her quiet. But by the time he realized that could probably be a good idea, he was already too insistent on kissing her and getting this intimate moment in before the chaos of a TV night began. He’d have another chance. They had all the time in the world - he was almost sure of it. 

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did you ever look out in that dark and fucked-up world out there and think, how do i let my daughter out into that? and how do i stop her? //Betty/Dallas

“More often than you might think,” Dallas muttered. He struggled to meet Betty’s eyes, the fire behind her gaze feeling much too pointed, making him want to squirm, but he forced himself to. He wanted to make sure she saw how clear his eyes were, no longer hidden behind dark glasses. They were wide open for the first time in years. “I know my track record says otherwise, but I want the best for her. The rest of the world is fucked up and dark and neither of us can change that, but I don’t want to be the darkness. I’m really, really trying. I want to be better - for her.”