and the music swells and is perfect

reasons why ‘the room where it happens’ is amazing

  • that trumpet intro
  • the banter between hamilton and burr
  • diametrically opposed…FOES
  • ‘how the sausage gets made’
  • i arranged the menu, the venue, the seating (THAT RHYME SCHEME)
  • ‘wouldn’t you like to work a little closer to home?’ ‘actually ah would’ (which is LITERALLY THE REASON THE CAPITAL MOVED)
  • my god IN GOD WE TRUST
  • click BOOM then it happened
  • the sound of realization in burr’s voice when he understands hamilton’s master plan
  • when you got skin in the game you stay in the game
  • that musical reprise of ‘wait for it’ used to mock burr
  • burr finally deciding to take action for the first time and the slow rise of confidence in his voice and the tempo swelling in the background
  • the jazz influences because Jefferson’s rubbing off on him
  • ‘hold your nose and close your eyes’
  • it’s like a disney villain song BUT HE ISN’T A VILLAIN
  • the ultimate showstopper
  • i’ve had this on loop for hours my god it’s absolutely perfect and so underrated on the soundtrack

there are people always posting here and on twitter like ‘I still don’t *get* the carly rae jepsen hype…’ well i love her bc she writes infectious pop music usually about that exciting period when you know you have a crush on someone and you’re not yet in a relationship w them but you just feel so alive. or that anxious but exhilarating time between asking someone out and waiting for their response. she makes these effervescent and vibrant songs that embody something like a rainbow that appears as the sun peeks out after a storm. if you give yourself to her music she can make your heart swell and you shout along to her songs and dance like nobody’s watching. it’s shameless and universal and #relatable and often quirky and not pretentious at all and surprisingly deep and it’s pure fun which i think makes a lot of her music perfect or damn-near-perfect pop 

anonymous asked:

Am I the only one upset with YNWA comeback? It's been barely 4 months since WINGS came out, and they've been busy with concert preparations and now comeback preparations... Sigh, and this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if they were to part ways with Big Hit in future :-/

I’m sorry that this turned into an extremely long answer, but I felt the need to do this.

Hm, I don’t know, I can’t say I agree with you. I mean, I wouldn’t say that they aren’t overworked or anything, but how come no one has ever considered that maybe it’s the members who want this, and it isn’t the company that is forcing it unto them?

I’ve mentioned this before, but BTS was formed for their musicality in the first place, they have a different purpose in comparison to other idols. Most if not all the members focus a lot on the music part of their career, so I find that it’s only normal that they would want to constantly come out with new music, which explains all the active comebacks they have despite the short breaks between comebacks. Same goes for concerts/tours that they do; if you’re someone who wants to make music, you want to connect with people through music, naturally you’d want to be able to perform and showcase this music, no?

And regarding BigHit, I think people don’t give them enough credit, honestly. Yeah, they lack in certain areas, but which entertainment company out there can you call perfect? If anything, BigHit has done swell when it comes to the management of the boys.

Before I talk about the good in BigHit, I am aware about their problems as a company. They constantly come up with new content to sell to the fans for extra profit, and they never really give fans much time to prepare themselves for a new comeback/release of new content. When it comes to the members themselves, I’m sure they have their own complains towards the company. Take Suga, the one who has been the most vocal about his complaints, as an example. At the start of BTS’ career, he talked about how he was conned into learning how to dance and becoming an idol, when all along he thought and was promised that all he needed to do was write music and rap. He was expecting to become a group like 1TYM, not a group known for their knife-like choreography. Watch the evidence here, it starts at 19:00. But over the years, I think Yoongi doesn’t feel against it anymore, because BTS is recognized for their dance and has been rewarded a ton of awards for best dance. Then fast forward after countless of comebacks with multiple hair colours, Yoongi has seriously damaged scalp and over bleached hair. He said he was going to sue BigHit for hair loss, and even though most took it as a joke, he didn’t only talk about it once, he said it twice. If anything, Yoongi isn’t really someone to say things he doesn’t mean. He’s a straightforward type guy, and he probably really feels dissatisfied towards the company for constantly bleaching his hair. The first time he talked about it was here (5:19 mark), and the second time, here (2:22 mark). He also talked about how people who dye their hair constantly suffer at the Gaon Charts Yinyuetai interview earlier this year. The era where they were most overworked was probably during their RUN days, and Yoongi talked about this too. It’s in this video, at the 5:09 mark as well as the 10:59 mark onwards. They haven’t slept more than 3 hours, they have back to back schedules, etc.

Now, with all that aside, I am aware of the vices of BigHit, but back to my point - BigHit has done swell when it comes to the management of the boys. 

There are a few aspects when it comes to this. We can talk about the efforts BigHit makes in ensuring that they are able to keep their artistes satisfied. One classic example would be Yoongi. I just talked about how he’s complained throughout the RUN era about his hair and scalp, and what did BigHit do for the Blood, Sweat and Tears era?

The fact that BigHit gave Jin and V the opportunity to sing bangtan’s first ever OST instead of the other members would be another classic example. BigHit could’ve given the duet to Jungkook and Jimin easily, considering they are the main and lead vocals respectively, but they gave it to Seokjin and Taehyung instead. Okay, you can argue and say it’s natural that Taehyung got it since he’s the one acting in the show, but how about Jin? Watch this, from the 28:00 mark. You can tell Seokjin really wanted a chance to sing an OST, and BigHit indeed gave him one, which he’s so grateful for.

Back to Yoongi again (he seems to be surfacing a lot today), as well as Rap Monster this time, and in due time, J-Hope. The former two have always been extremely passionate in their music, and there’s a lot of areas they cannot explore as rappers/musicians when it comes to working as a team, because they have to ensure that the song fits 7 members, that the song is something worth putting on an album, etc. It limits them a lot, so what did BigHit do? BigHit opened a SoundCloud account for them where they can freely post up their own tracks and random raps and even song covers when it comes to vocal line, and they’ve never limited what bangtan do/post on the SoundCloud account. In fact, BigHit even fully funded Yoongi and Namjoon’s mixtapes despite not being able to make any profit from doing so. They provided a set, cameras, make up and stylists, everything necessary to produce an MV, just so that they are able to come up with their own mixtapes for them to showcase the stories that they were unable to tell through BTS.

Even when it comes to schedules, BigHit never makes the members do things they don’t want to. Remember in Yoongi’s track, ‘The Last’?

Show me the money, it’s not that I couldn’t but I didn’t shit

Also, realize that Yoongi is the only member that has never tried emceeing yet? Yoongi is the only member who has yet to have his own solo appearance in any one variety show/schedule, and if you ask me, I really think it’s because Yoongi never intended to live the idol life in the first place. He just wants to make music, not go on shows for more exposure or anything. But BigHit never once forced him to doing any, doesn’t that say a lot?

Enough with keeping their artistes satisfied, let’s move on to the care factor the company has. In any other company, their idols are all overworked to the point of fainting/working despite injuries or health issues, etc. But what has BigHit done every time any one member is injured? Here’s a compact list of the more prominent occurrences.

  • 28th Dec 2013 - Yoongi was diagnosed with appendicitis, BigHit withdrew him from year end schedules.
  • 27th Dec 2015 - BigHit cancelled 2 concerts in Japan for the sake of Yoongi and Taehyung.
  • 30th Dec 2015 - Namjoon was withdrawn from year end schedules because of his leg injury.
  • 24th July 2016 - BigHit chose to let Namjoon rest despite the hospital giving him the green light to resume schedules because there was nothing seriously wrong with his health.
  • 30th Sept 2016 - BigHit withdrew Namjoon from the 2016 K-Pop World Festival performance as well as the Busan One Asia Festival performance so that his leg will not result in injury. It was a preventive measure on their end.
  • 22nd Dec 2016 - BigHit withdrew Yoongi from all further activities so that he can rest, when it was a ear injury which technically isn’t a very big deal.

BigHit could’ve easily made the members continue to promote and perform, because in most cases, it wasn’t really anything serious, but yet, they chose to make them rest instead. Other companies wouldn’t have done that unless the member has a leg injury or is bed ridden.

BigHit has also been very protective of their artistes. It’s very important that a company addresses issues early in order to protect their artistes, and it’s even more important that the company is willing to come to the rescue of their artistes when the need arises. There’s this, and there’s this too. There was also this too.

Another thing would be how BigHit doesn’t limit the boys in any way at all. Even as trainees, the boys were given handphones and allowed to communicate with the outside world through logs and Twitter, unlike every other idol trainee out there who practically lives in a dungeon. There was never dating bans in their contracts (evidence here) and they were never told to behave a certain way nor were they put under extremely strict diets. When they dieted, it was mostly out of their own will rather than their company wanting them to be slim or whatever.

In lyrics, they were never told to not talk about a certain topic, and in fact, they are now known for always attacking real world topics and issues. They aren’t the first group to do so, but it still definitely sets them apart from boring old romance lyrics in present day kpop.

And the most important thing of all…

And then there was Jin who talked about missing the managers,

I mean, if you don’t enjoy the time you spend with the company I don’t think you’d talk about missing them. You can tell they are grateful to these people who care for them no matter what. Remember how they all hugged their managers (not one, all) when they won the daesang?

Look at the managers looking so happy for them. The one in green striped shirt was hugging Jungkook and there’s Namjoon hugging the other manager on the right.

I don’t know about you, and although I wouldn’t say that they have a family bond with the staff, but you can tell they all really love each other and there’s definitely some form of a bond between them. Not just with the managers, but even with the producers who have worked hard behind the scenes for the boys. Look at this video, Mr Son and the staff who were with him were literally so elated for BTS’ first win. And then there was this, where Slow Rabbit (Big Hit producer) cried when bangtan got Artist of the Year at MAMA. Then there’s Pdogg (Big Hit producer, aka the man behind BTS’ title tracks) who was constantly supportive of the boys in his tweets here and here.

I can understand the heart of those ARMYs who are constantly upset with BigHit because they are worried about the members’ health in general, but sometimes we have to look at things from different perspectives. In my opinion, bangtan is happy under their management, and when they have complaints, Bang PD is willing to talk it out with them. I mean, he’s clearly close to the boys, to the point where he’s alright with joking around with them all the time. If he wasn’t we wouldn’t be blessed with things like this:

Even when renewal of contracts becomes an issue, I feel like he’d try to meet the needs of the members and he’d want to continue housing all 7 of them. BTS is the first group he’s ever produced. GLAM and 8Eight were collaborations with Source Music, HOMME, 2AM, and everyone else were transferred under him, so BTS would mean more to him than anything else. He single-handedly made them, so I don’t know. I don’t feel you on this.

I finally got my YoI OST in the mail this week and have spent the last couple days paying close attention to the mix of piano and strings in the different tracks, knowing that in Yuri on Ice the piano represents Yuuri and the strings represent Victor.

They do that throughout the entire series, y’all. It’s probably common knowledge to most of the fandom, but I never noticed it before. I was too busy paying attention to the action to listen to the music. It’s fucking me up. 

Like At the Airport, for example. I just watched that scene while paying close attention and while Yuuri is by himself in Moscow and Fukuoka before running into Victor’s arms, it’s only piano. The strings come in the moment Yuuri pulls back from Victor’s hug to say, “Please take care of me until I retire”. The next prominent swell of strings happens when Victor says, “I wish you’d never retire”.

Originally posted by whovian-on-ice

Fuck me up and shoot me into the sun, MAPPA.

Crossing the Line - Peter Parker Imagine

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of blood

Summary: There’s a line between best friends and romance, and neither you nor your best friend wanted to cross it, but when something almost separates you and Peter forever, both of you have to consider the consequences of crossing that line.

Word Count: 2153

Notes: @niamhlincoln

Being in love sucked. You thought you knew love, but then you fell in love with your best friend. You didn’t know the exact moment you fell in love with him, but you remember when you realized it. Liz Allen, Peter Parker’s ultimate crush, had left to another city because of her father’s crimes. Your best friend was devastated.

“I miss her,” Peter had said as he bounced a ball against the wall again and again.

You laughed a little. “I’m sure she misses you, too, Peter, but, don’t you worry.” You held up two DVD cases. “Star Wars or Star Trek?”

Peter stared at the two cases with a pout.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. Star Trek it is.”

“No!” Peter shouted. “(Y/n),” he whined, “you know me better than that.” He threw the bouncy ball on his desk and pulled up the blankets to his chin.

You smiled and put in Star Wars. You shook your head at Peter. “No room for me?”

Peter laughed. He threw off his blankets and pulled you into his arms just as the movie started to roll. You snuggled into his chest and pulled up the blankets. “Feel better now?”

“With you?” Peter smiled. “Of course.”

As his eyes sparkled with wonder at the famous beginning scroll, you couldn’t help but feel complete. Your heart swelled when Peter’s curled into a bright smile when the music played. You gazed at him in awe and wondered how someone could be so radiant on a Saturday night with slightly oily hair and old pajamas. You desperately wished to say in that moment, in Peter’s arms and a perfect view of his joy.

“Is there something on my face?”

You blushed and stared at the blanket. “No, sorry. Just daydreaming.” Technically, you weren’t lying.

For two years, you hid your newly discovered feelings. However, every day it became harder and harder. Not only were you falling in love with Peter, he seemed to be… different. Every day he would be farther and farther from you, skipping weekly movie nights and forgetting about your study sessions.

Sure, you were mad, but you were more worried. He seemed to be getting more and more bruises, aches, and scrapes he always struggled to explain. But, how could you help him when it seemed like he didn’t want to be near you?

“Ms. May?”

The woman smiled fondly at you. “You know you can stop calling me that. Peter’s not here, but I’m sure he’ll be home soon.”

You smiled sadly. “Of course, he is. Can I stay in his room?”

“Of course!”

You sat on Peter’s bed and dropped your backpack. If Peter was going to be late, you were going to study without him. You pulled out your textbook and looked over your notes. It was going to be a long night.

Hours passed. It wasn’t until May knocked on the door and told you that you had to go home that you realized you’d been at Peter’s for six hours. You smiled tiredly as you packed.

“I’m sure Peter was just held up at something.”

“Yeah,” you nodded solemnly. “I’m sure that’s it.”

You took a taxi home. “I’m home,” you shouted. Before anyone could ask you anything you explained, “Studied at Peter’s and finished all homework. Love you, night!” You slammed your door shut and leaned against the door. That was the last straw. You were going to talk to Peter.


You yelped and covered your mouth. “Wha- Peter?”

Your best friend was crumpled on the floor by your window. From the neck down, he was in a Spider-Man costume. Wait, no that material… was too similar. You shook your head. That wasn’t what mattered. You’d ask him about his suit, or exceptional cosplay, another day, because by your window was your best friend, bleeding from his side.

“Peter,” you gasped. You dropped all your things and crouched in front of him. You held his cheeks and tried to catch his empty eyes. “Peter, hey, stay with me, ok?” You scrambled to get your phone, but Peter flicked out his wrist. Webbing hit your phone and glued it against the wall. “No,” he whispered. “(Y/n), no hospital.” He breathed raggedly and held your hand. “Stark,” he whispered.

You nodded frantically. You found took our phone off the wall and called Stark Industries. “Hello!” you greeted. You squeezed Peter’s hand. “I have information about Spider-Man.”

“Mr. Stark is very busy, Miss. If you want to explain your-”

“No!” You patted Peter’s cheek. “Hey, look at me.” You gulped. “This is urgent. Spider-Man is hurt. He told me not to call the hospital.”

“If Spider-Man was injured, Mr. Stark would-”

“His suit is damaged severely!” you screamed. You brushed Peter’s hair out of his face and tried to smile. “Come on, Spider-Man. Come on.”

That seemed to wake Peter up from his daze. “(Y/n),” he breathed. He reached up to touch his bloody fingers to your cheek. “I-”

“Save your breath,” you instructed.

“This is Happy. Why do you demand-”

“Spider-Man needs help,” you explained.

“We would know if Spider-Man was-”

You looked to Peter. You silently asked if you could say his name. Peter nodded slightly. You whispered, “Spider-Man is Peter Benjamin Parker. Is that enough for you to help him?” When a few seconds passed and the only noise that filled your ears was Peter’s abnormal breathing, you begged, “Please, he needs help.”

“Help is on the way. Who are you?”

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n), I’m-”

“I know.” The man repeated, “Help should be arriving.”

You smiled. “Peter, you’re going to be fine.” You stroked his cheek and nodded as tears streamed down your cheeks. “You’re gonna be fine, ok?” You tried your best to think positive, that Iron Man or someone would help him in time, but who knows how long Peter had been bleeding in your room? You couldn’t lose him. You couldn’t lose the guy you… the guy you loved. How were you supposed to smile without his science puns and jokes? How were you going to pursue your dreams without his gentle voice supporting you and your dreams? How were you supposed to survive without him?

Your best friend mustered a small smile. He winced in pain again and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“You have no need to be sorry right now, Peter.” You pushed against his wound. With the other hand, you opened your window wide open and smiled when you saw the familiar Iron Man suit coming towards you. Hope blossomed in your chest. “Mr. Stark’s coming, Peter.”

He nodded, and his eyes began to close.

“No!” You held his face in your hands. “Peter!”

~ - ~

Peter woke up in the Stark Tower. He knew because he had been there too many times before. In the chair right beside him was Mr. Stark. “Mr. Stark?”

The man smiled up at Peter. “Hey, sport.” He stood up and looked him up and down. “How you holding up?”

Peter pressed his palm against his forehead. “Better.” He took off the blanket and lifted up his hospital gown. His side was bandaged and stitched. His muscles still ached, but that wasn’t new. Then, Peter’s eyes widened. “(Y/n)? Where-”

“Outside.” Mr. Stark pointed at the door. “She refused to leave.” The superhero walked towards the door, but before he opened it, he turned around and advised, “You should ask her.”

“Ask her what?” Peter asked innocently.

Tony eyed Peter. “Fine. Don’t take my advice, but since you’ve been in here, she talked about you constantly. Like you do about her.”

Peter stared at his bed. How was he supposed to tell you that he cared for you so deeply he wanted to … be with you? You were his best friend. That was it. There was a line between best friends and romance. Peter was terrified of crossing that line.

“Just think about it, kid.” Tony left.

Before Peter could even think, the door burst open once more.

You flew into Peter’s room once Mr. Stark said that you could see him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief. You pulled away from him and stroked his cheeks. Seeing his bright eyes focused on you lifted the burden you had been holding for the past six hours. You gasped and beamed. “Are you ok? Do you feel better?”

Peter gulped. Your cheeks were stained with dried tears. You were still in pajamas, and your hair was oily and tousled. Yet, you still took his breath away. “F-Fine,” Peter squeaked. He breathed in deeply and slowly. However, that was so hard to do when you were so close to him.

You nodded. “Thank god.” You held his hand and pulled up a chair so you could sit at his bedside. “Is your arm ok?” you asked.

He blinked. “Um, yeah.”

“Good.” You punched his arm.


“You didn’t tell me you were Spider-Man, idiot!” You punched his arm again. “I thought you hated me or something!”

“Hate you?” Peter shook his head and sat up. “Why would you think that?”

Your shoulders slumped. “Missed movie nights, forgotten study session, and you’re barely in school anymore.” You bit your lip. “I thought you were avoiding me.”

“No!” He laughed a little. “I would never avoid you. I just… had stuff.”

You sighed. “Now, I know, but I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me. You can tell me anything.”

Silence settled over the two of you. As you said those words, your throat tightened and twisted, because you were being a hypocrite. You shared almost everything with Peter. Should he deserve to know? He had shown you his greatest secret. Shouldn’t you share yours?


“I love you.”

You blinked. Wait, were you going delusional? But you heard it. You heard those three words that propelled most of your actions in the past year. Those words were the stuff of dreams. You pinched yourself. When you didn’t wake up, you shook your head. “Sorry, I think I misheard you. I thought you said-”

“That I love you?” Peter gulped. “Yeah, that’s what I said.”

Your hand fell limp in his, something you didn’t realize. Peter noticed, though. So, he pulled away from you. “I’m sorry. I know, it’s weird. You’re my best friend and everything, and I totally get why you wouldn’t want to see me ever again. You can-”

“I love you, too,” you blurted out. You laughed and stroked his cheek. “Peter, I’ve been in love with you for over a year. I-I thought you loved Liz and that you wouldn’t even look at me like-”

Suddenly, he silenced you with a chaste kiss. It was barely a press of your lips against his, but it was the best feeling. With just one short kiss, Peter Parker was able to leave you breathless. Your best friend gazed at you with admiration and awe filling his eyes, as if you were the most precious thing on the planet.

You didn’t trust your voice to tell him how much you wanted something like that moment. So, you leaned forward and kissed him again. You gripped his hair and pulled him closer to you, and it made your heart soar when Peter kissed you back. His hands wandered as he tried to figure out how to hold you without hurting himself. Finally, one of his hands cupped the back of your neck, while the other rubbed your shoulder affectionately.

Peter didn’t want to stop kissing you, but his lungs were tired and damaged. He tried his best to ignore it, but he couldn’t help instinct.

You felt Peter freeze against your lips for a second or two, pulling away only slightly to groan in pain before leaning forward once more. Just as his lips touched yours, you pulled away and laughed. “You’re hurt,” you said. You pressed your palms against his chest with intentions to make him lean back against his bed, but Peter wasn’t a superhero for nothing. He didn’t budge. “I don’t care,” he whispered all the while staring at you. His eyes were trying to find the best way to look at you, darting from your swollen lips to your bright eyes.  Peter put his hand on top of one of yours and giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

“I love you.” He repeated. He kissed your cheek. “I love you.” He kissed your other cheek and continued to kiss your face as he said over and over again. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

You giggled and pushed him away once more. “You have to rest, Peter.” You kissed his forehead. “And I love you, too.” You kissed his cheek. “I love you.” You held his face with both hands and kissed him shortly once more. “I love you so much, Peter Parker.”

Got another one out before my classes start! Hope you guys like it! I promise when things are a little less hectic, I’ll go back to my requests. Thanks, guys! 

anonymous asked:

BTS reaction to kissing you for the first time, it's a little clichē but your descriptions are the best so I would like to see your point of view

first kisses! here goes. thanks for waiting and the compliment. i’m sure there’s better tho


Jin let out a deep sigh and sat back in his chair, stretching his legs out under the table.  You smiled at him, adding in a little bit of aegyo as you relish on the ice cream you had dragged him to the convenience store at two in the morning for.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I asked you to eat ice cream with me this late?”

Jin broke open a tube of ice cream. “I’d rather just go back to-”

“I’m pregnant.”

“wHat?” He almost swallowed the whole tube of ice cream, plastic cover and all in his surprise. “But we didn’t even have–!”

You gasped and nearly leapt over the table to clap your hand over his mouth before he let everyone within a five-mile radius know. “I was kidding with you! I was just kidding!” After a moment of wide-eyed panic, Jin seemed to comprehend. He groaned and leaned back, rubbing a hand over his eyes with a sigh.  When you’ve made sure JIn wouldn’t reveal any embarrassing secrets in the immediate environment, you drop your hand and prepare to go back to your ice cream, when out of a sudden Jin grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his lap firmly.

He paid no notice to the fact that the convenience store employees were only a few steps away,and. He tucked some hair behind your ear, a seemingly innocent gesture. “You almost gave me a heart attack, _____.”

His eyes are fixed to yours, you can’t look away. You lick your lips. “I’ve got to keep you on your toes, don’t I?” Under his sharp, teasing gaze, your heart can’t seem to keep still. To hide your fumbling mind, you try to appear offended. “Besides, I might want to have a family with you in the future. Will you react like this then too?”

Jin’s hands stilled in your hair. Then slowly, deliberately he drew you closer. You froze, watching him with bated breath. “No, I won’t. But I don’t see how we can start a family together in the future if we haven’t even had our first kiss yet.”

Unknowingly, your lips stretched into a shy smile. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Needless to say, your first kiss with Jin is made no lesser by the fact that it happened outside a convenience store, in a rickety metal chair, half sleep deprived. In fact, the way Jin kissed you– like nothing else in the world was more important to him than you in this moment– made everything a hundred times sweeter than the ice cream Jin had sacrificed so much (mainly his sleep) to eat with you.

You should have guessed that a man like Jin had way more tricks up his sleeves than just flying kisses, anyway.

Originally posted by seokjinies


The notion comes upon you as the two of you stand waiting for the bus after a quiet but cutesy date at a small cafè a little bit on the remote side. Yoongi had been leaning in any way, to tuck an earphone bud into your ears.

“Here.” He bit his lip as he concentrated on fixing it to your ear. “It’s something I found from one of my older files I had on my laptop. I couldn’t get it right back then- I couldn’t complete it. But now-” His hand fluttered nervously at your ear like the earphone was all that was important to him right now. “I think it’s perfect now.”

The music was very obviously his. It had the soft touch of his, a slight whisper of his talent and longing in its beats and the mellow notes that rang through your ears. It had no words, but every swell and dip told you of the very nervousness and anticipation written across his face as he waited to hear what you thought about the music he loved and laboured on.

What else could you do? Like that shy love he exuded pulled you towards him, you stepped up and kissed him.

It was like a new Min Yoongi, a shyer and more loving one, kissed you back, first surprised and hesitant, then with a slight touch of his hand to your cheek, a relieved and eager one.

Later when you unwillingly pull away, Yoongi stays rooted for a second, eyes closed and heart pounding.

You bite your lip, face flushed. “Do you think the bus is late?”

Yoongi reached out, hands already threading into your hair in anticipation. “Does it matter?”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings


“Yah, ______, you’re so cute when you dance.”

“Is that another way of saying I’m not cute otherwise?”

“My _____ is so smart.”

“There you go again.”

Hobi laughed and pulled you closer, shimmying side to side in time with the beat. It was one of those nights, the rare nights both Hobi and you miraculously found some time off. And of course, Hobi had taken the chance to put on some music and coerce you into ‘just five minutes’ of dancing. Five minutes had soon turned into nearly half an hour, and the two of you had gone through the basics of foxtrot, a waltz and even a spot of tango in those thirty minutes. Now, Hobi had you pulled close to him in a mockery of a Charleston and you wouldn’t be surprised if your neighbours complained about the amount of noise you made as the two of you clattered all around your apartment.

“This is really fun, _____. Maybe we should include a few steps like these in the new choreo.”

You laughed and linked your hands together behind his neck. “The foxtrot plus the lot of you?”

“I’m sure the boys are up for anything.”

“Yeah. Sure. Maybe you can get Yoongi to do the tango with you.”

In a sudden change of mood, Hobi dips you, faster than you can protest. He holds you like that, and winks in a very suggestive manner that went perfectly with the sexy flamenco music that had begun spilling through the speakers. “Oh, baby, you know I won’t tango with anyone but you.”

You splutter in embarrassment, but before you can tell him off (or atleast continue to splutter), his lips have found yours in a smooth move that would shame the smoothest of the smooth.

They’re soft and inviting, a little tempting and a dash nervous. Funnily enough, your first kiss showed off all the sides of Hobi that you knew and loved: the soft and loving Hobi, the jealous Hobi, the ribald Hobi who usually only showed up on-stage and had unusually made an appearance today.

All in all, you were just glad that he was holding you up. Hobi had literally swept you off your feet, and you couldn’t quite trust your legs to hold you up just then.

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You threw your head back and groaned. “This is so infuriating. Why can’t I get this in my head?”

Namjoon shook his head as he looked down through your notes. “It’s tough material, but nothing you can’t handle.” He passed you a sympathetic glance
. “Do you want to take a break?”

You rubbed the heel of your hand into your eye as you scooted closer to him. “Yes, please.” You curled into his side, hands wrapped around an arm, comfortable even though he was all lanky shoulders and poking bones.

Namjoon smiled at the sight of you, then grinned even further as an idea took form in his brilliant head. “Why don’t we try something else?”

You murmured your general thoughts about that idea into the crook of his neck.

“Oh come on. I swear you’ll like it once we’ve begun.  Let’s have a reward system. Each time you get something right you get a reward; it’s as easy as that. What say?”

You thought about those delicious M&M’s waiting for you in your kitchen cupboard.Namjoon was right. The ‘rewards’ idea seemed appealing the moment M&M’s were in the picture. You began to haul yourself up for the short trip to the kitchen. “Okay. I’ll go get the snacks.”

Out of a sudden, Namjoon’s hand tightened around yours, stopping you in your tracks. “I was thinking-” He murmured, all dark-eyed and mischievous as he slowly drew you into his lap, hands framing your face. “Of a different kind of reward.”

When he put it like that, you wouldn’t have been able to resist him even if you’d wanted to.

Your first kiss with Namjoon was everything you expected, and yet surprising. You had expected the urgency (mostly on your part), you had even expected that little hint of naughtiness in the way he held your face to his. But you also hadn’t expected that slight gentleness that rang through him, the patience that echoed from his hands to the very ends of your toes, ever ready to let you go at your own pace.

This man stole your breath. Literally. When you finally have to move away for the express cause of needing air, you’re shook to the core. Namjoon grinned shyly, barely breathless (probably from them rapper skills). “Are you motivated now?”

Hell yeah, you were.

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The smile Jimin gives you when you open the door is enough to make you wipe away the misery you’d gone through during the months he’d been away on tour.

“Jimin, you’re-!”

A soft thud echoes as he lets his backpack fall to the floor and pulls you into his arms. Without a word, his mouth is on yours before you can finish your exclamation of happiness. You’d expected your first kiss with Jimin to be sweet and soft, a gentle hand in your hair and tentative pecks that would make you feel like you were floating.

Instead, he kisses you with a heated eagerness that blew your mind and made electricity course through your nerves. His hands are everywhere, in your hair, at the small of your back, at the back of your thighs; every touch felt like he was pouring his all into this kiss. Each brush of his knuckles against your cheek, each time he drew you closer by your waist; it was like he was trying to meld the two of you together.  And of course, it was only mandatory that you would kiss him back with the same fervent nature. As first kisses go, this one knocks apart all norms and conceptions and wires them back together in an explosive new standard.

When he finally sets you back on your feet, you’re flushed and breathless. Jimin giggles and pokes your cheek with his nose, his smile making his crinkle at the corners. It’s a very sudden change from the Jimin you’d seen only seconds ago.“I missed you.”

You shook your head and wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to remember how to breathe again. “Really? Wouldn’t have guessed.”

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Gasping for breath from endless bouts of laughter, you and Tae stumbled through the fun house, weak with mirth. Your laughter bounced off the countless mirrors, loud enough to make you glad that the place was seemingly empty with the only exception being you two.

“_____-” Tae doubled over, hand splayed over his chest shaking with giggles. “Look–” He turned and awkwardly shuffled into attention. The mirror in front of him stretched his shoulders into oblivion, then tapered down into an exaggerated pinched waste. Tae blew an arm swinging kiss that almost threatened to take your head off, then wiggled his shoulders in an all too familiar dance. “It’s Jin-hyung. ”

You snorted painfully, further aggravating the stitch in your side. The bouncy floors worsening your ability to stand upright, you stumbled drunkenly, tears streaming from your eyes.

Unfortunately, a second later, you were crying for a totally different reason. You should have known, really. Shifting floors plus your general lack of awareness regarding your surroundings would only result in you walking into a mirror hard enough to guarantee a sore head.

“Yah, _______…” Tae murmured as he patted the sore spot minutes later, fingers light and careful in your hair. “At least it’s not bleeding. Does it still hurt a lot?”

You sniffed, stuck between the choice of assuring him or staying like this a little bit longer, nose pressed to his neck, his heady scent sending little waves of contentment through you. “A little bit.”

His thumb brushed past your earlobe as he slowly pulled back, a cheeky smile resting on his lips. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

Can you refuse? But when you said yes with a slight blush that belied your anticipation, you’d only expected a slight kiss on the crown of your head, maybe even on your cheek. You certainly hadn’t expected this, him bringing your mouth to his, his lips widening in a smile under yours as he realizes he’s managed to surprise you.

For the second time that night, you’re  glad the two of you were the only ones in the funhouse.

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Hands pushed deep into his pockets, Jungkook swung on the balls of his feet. “Is this where I say goodbye?”

You pursed your lips and locked your hands behind your back, cheekily grinning at your boyfriend. “I guess.”

Jungkook turned a pretty shade of pink and scratched the back of his neck, a small smile playing on his lips. “And…is this where I get to kiss you?”

You shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know.” You bit back a smile at his dismayed reaction, then pulled him closer by the sleeve of his jacket. His dark eyes met yours, shy and watching with bated breath. “Maybe I get to kiss you first.”

It was a true, proper first kiss, with all the mishaps and more importantly, the innocence that was part and parcel of first kisses. His slight exhale of surprise as you stepped up and kissed him out of the blue, his wide-eyed panic that lasted for a second before he realized that you were kissing him, these were the thing that made you want to hold Jungkook and never let him go. The hesitance in the hands that curled at your waist seemingly went at all odds with the eagerness with which he kissed you back. Jungkook was shy, and perhaps it was that trait of his that made him hold you like you were the one thing he wouldn’t give up for anything in the world because you were one among the few who understood and accepted him for who he was.

When you step back, you’re glad to see his face is just as pink as yours. He can’t seem to seem to stop smiling, and his teeth worry at his bottom lip as he cocks his head to the side in that habit of his. “So…I’ll call you later?”

You grin. “You better call me later.”

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It’s the season 6A finale, and Stiles is found, he’s remembered, he gets his hugs in with his friends and his dad, and one of the last scenes is this: Stiles goes to his dad and tells him he’s graduating early, that he was done after the first semester of senior year anyway, and had only stayed to be with his friends until the last possible minute, but…after all this, after being taken and forgotten, it was the last straw, and it’s just too much for him.

He needs to get away now. So he does, and he tells his dad that he’ll be at Berkley on the first day in September. But he has to get away for awhile, get some peace from all the insane shit he’s been through the past two years.

So the last scene is Stiles in his jeep, filled with suitcases, when his phone goes off. He answers it with a big, goofy smile - a smile we haven’t seen on Stiles’ face in a very long time.

And he says “hey, Derek.” 

A pause, and then, “yeah, I’m on my way…I’ll be there.”

Another pause and then, “I’ve missed you, too.” 

Another smile, this time soft and heart-eyed, and then he says bye, and hangs up, and the music swells as the camera pans away from the car, and the last shot is the jeep driving past the “Now Leaving Beacon Hills” sign. 

Fade to black.

Deeper in Love || Jack Maynard Imagine

I take a deep breath and smooth down the non-excitant wrinkles in my suit.

“Mate take a breath if you faint before you say ‘i do’ ill kill you,” Conor say into my ear slapping his hand on my back.

“I’m fine, I’m just nervous, like what if she backs out?” I ask nerves taking over my mind.

“Jack, were stood at the alter just waiting for Y/N to be ready to walk down the aisle, she’s not backing out,” Conor say hand still on my shoulder, I take a deep breath and compose myself. I hear the music start and the doors at the end of the church opening. My eyes make their way from my feet to the gorgeous girl walking down between the rows of our families. Memories of our lives together flashing through my mind. Tears well up in my eyes. She’s wearing a beautiful long white dress, her hair and makeup done to perfection. My chest swells with pride that after today she will be mine forever more.

“She looks gorgeous mate,” I vaguely hear Conor say. My thoughts are clouded with thoughts of her and my love for her.

My eyes are locked on her words silently spoken between us. When she finally stops in front of me, I look towards the man that I am taking her off. I hold my hand out for him to shake but instead he hugs me, “Thank you for taking care of my daughter.” He says simply I pull away from him and offer him a nervous smile. He kisses Y/N’s cheek and takes his seat in the front row next to her mother.

“Hi,” She says softly.

“Hi,” I wink.

“Jack Maynard and Y/F/N L/N, today you are surrounded by your friends and family, all of whom have gathered here today to witness your marriage and to share in the joy of this special occasion. Today, as you join yourselves in marriage, there is a vast and unknown future stretching out before you,” I grin over at Y/N, “The possibilities and potentials of your married life are great, and now falls upon your shoulders the task of choosing your values and making real your dreams. Through your commitment to each other, may you grow and nurture a love that makes both of you better people, a love that continues to give you great joy, and also a passion for living that provides you with energy and patience to face the responsibilities of life.”

My smile only widens, “Jack has decided that he wants to surprise his gorgeous partner with his own vows.” The priest says.

“So somehow I’ve managed to write and memorize my vows without you knowing,” I laugh.

“That’s not fair,”

“You are the one girl, I’ve ever taken home to meet my parents, even though at first we were sixteen and just friends I knew that something more would blossom from it,” I watch as tears appear in my gorgeous finance’s eyes, “I once asked you 'How would you feel if I told you that I loved you ?’ I knew at sixteen that it was just something that I wanted to do.”

I inhale softly, “I’m taking my time, spending life, falling deeper in love with you. One of my favorite memories of us is the story of our first kiss, I know how cute am I?” I ask making her laugh, “We were sitting on Mikey’s roof, after a party, I had my arms wrapped tightly around you, we were watching the sun replace the moon, and you asked me, 'Are you going to kiss me or do I have to kiss you?’ so I leaned in and kissed you and every single day since then I have made sure to place my lips on yours.”

Tears fall from her eyes, “Oh I wish that I could kiss you right now,” she says exasperatedly. Making our friends and family laugh.

“Jack and Y/N, the time has come to forget all the stress of planning this day and simply enjoy your friends and family who have gathered to spend this day with you. This group of loved ones will, likely, never be together in the same place again. Through quiet reflection and nostalgia, think about how each person has touched your life and why they are here with you today.”

“Do you Jack choose Y/N to be your partner in life, to support and respect her in her successes and as well her failures, to care for her in sickness and in health, to nurture her, and to grow with her throughout the seasons of your life together?”

“I do,” I smile tears gathering in my eyes.

“Do you Y/N choose Jack to be your partner in life, to support and respect him in his successes and as well his failures, to care for him in sickness and in health, to nurture him, and to grow with him throughout the seasons of your life together?”

“I do,” She says eyes locked with mine.

“Now for the rings,” The priest says, “Jack and Y/N have practiced and hopefully memorized the words to say here.” We laugh and nod our heads.

“I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be with you, for as long as I live,” I say placing a simple gold band on her fourth finger, she’s almost a Maynard.

“I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be with you, for as long as I live.” She says placing an identical band on my finger.

“Jack?” The priest says catching my attention, “You may now kiss your bride.” I grin widely to all of our friends and family. Before placing my lips on Y/N’s, I dip her slightly the cheers of our friends and family falling silent on my ears all of my focus on the gorgeous girl who is now my wife.

Fleeting Moments

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: No warnings, just fluff!

Summary: Dean plans a romantic Valentine’s Day dinner for the reader.

Author’s Note: Okay, this one was supposed to be an Imagine but I got carried away (as usual) and now it’s just a cute one shot for Valentine’s Day! I hope you guys like it :) Feedback is appreciated!

If you would like to read any of my other fics please check out my Masterlist!

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     Dean’s rough hands brushed your cheeks as you stumbled forward on your seldom used heels, your boyfriend’s strong presence behind you the only assurance you needed that you would stay upright with your most relied upon sense snuffed out.

     “Okay, almost there,” Dean said beside your ear. “Keep your eyes shut.”

     His hands fell away from your face and found their way to your waist, lifting you off your feet and setting you down at – you could only assume – the bottom of the kitchen’s tiny set of stairs.

     “And …” Dean guided you forward and into the room. “Now.”

     Your mouth fell open and your heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t believe what you were looking at.

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(Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader)

Word Count: 6033

Request/Summary: No request! (again…). Based off of Ed Sheeran’s Happier

Warnings: Brief diet smut, drinking because of emotional pain, way too many Dirty Dancing references (may or may not have been watching it while writing…)  angst, cussing.

Tagging: @satans-little-midgets @imagineham (extra special thanks to Steph for helping me with the title) @gwynstacee  @bleepblopbloop56 aaannnddd thanks to @hamilton-noodles most of this fic exists, so thanks, Jo.


Side note- Italics is the past, regular is the present. The present is organized linearly and the past is ambiguous to any specific order.

“Good morning.” Oak’s voice crackled as if he was speaking to you through a phone somewhere with bad reception, still coarse from his full night of sleep. You smiled. You couldn’t be mad at him for waking you up. You couldn’t be mad when he whispered in your ear like that. When you were encased in those big arms of his. When it was just cold enough in the room for you to want to stay close to him and under the mess of covers.

“Good morning.” You muttered back. You didn’t want to leave this moment behind. Not when he had his body wrapped around you, his breath against your skin, the room smelling just slightly of coffee, the covers soft against your skin, not when you were feeling like you were sinking into the mattress more and more with every passing second. You rolled over in his arms, your fingers finding the smooth polyester fabric of his navy colored t-shirt. You fiddled with the hem of his sleeve.

“I don’t want to get out of bed.” You told him, inhaling the scent of his chest- lavender, just like the soap bar you kept in the shower… for yourself.

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(thanks to @bong-rips-and-hentai-nips for this new urge for tentacles!)

Kitten: what were we talking about? i had some hot impulses! 

Daddy: Well you felt Mommy using these Controlling tentacles on you 

Kitten: oh yes Mommy’s insideous tentacles moan… feel so good enveloping my legs… my tits… my pinkwashedm ind…only aware of Her perfect seductive Voice like music making me feel sooooooo dissolved moan 

Daddy: You feel those tentacles tightening their grip on you now, right slave? They are pink and they rub you as they slither back and forth over your pussy and tits and nipples and skin 

Kitten: yes PINK! giggle… oooo back and forth… She is hypnotizing me…. using my helpkess pussy and swelling bursting tits and moan 

Daddy: The idea that Mommy is dangerous triggers you deeply, and now you feel calm and centered, perfectly accepting of who Mommy is…trusting Mommy… 

Kitten: oh god yes i can feel Her… it’s such a dream, it’s so dark, so deep in  Her ocean… The idea that Mommy is dangerous triggers me deeply so i cum like a CUMSLUT moan. Giggle! No silly me, i feel calm and centered, trained to feel arousal as deeper hypnosis 

I trust my Mommy deeper now that i’ve felt Her tentacles squeezing my pretty slut body, using my slutty holes to FORCE my unconscious DEEP TRUST AND NEED for Her 

Bon’s Midnight Screechings: 3x06 ‘A Malcolm’ (2 of ?)
  • TOUCHING THEIR RING—”I never took it off” 

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Don’t be afraid 

There’s the two of us now 

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  • AAAAAAAAND enter the season 3 winner of best cockblocker, my iodine deficient pal, GEORDIE WHATHISNAME!!!


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  • Oh man the exchange about the spectacles and the hair dye was so lovely and honest. Showing both of their insecurities—Jamie admitting his aging OH so wonderful. 
  • “Time doesna matter, Sassenach. You’ll always be beautiful to me” 
  • THE PICTURE OF CLAIRE HOLDING WEE BREE. I AUDIBLY MOANED “Oh!!” ((the first of many such instances tbh))) 


  • I LOVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEE that they had Jamie tell Claire immediately about William. Oh my god I gasped and windmilled my arms around like CUHRAZY. 
  • I LOVED the honesty of the moments between Jamie and Claire, where Claire asked if he loved Willie’s mother. Those moments were wonderful, and it felt so true to character, much more so than Jamie keeping it to himself for months 


  • God, I really do feel like this took away from the impact of learning about Bree. 
  • We didn’t get the falling over onto Claire’s shoulder and weeping/completely overcome, which is one of my favorite things about that scene in Voyager
  • We didn’t get that sense of AWE and THUNDERSTRUCKness from the photographs themselves 
  • I really don’t like that they brought the bikini conversation up to this scene. I loved in the book how it was just about Bree’s childhood and the longing for those lost years, without caveat. 
  • We saw Jamie light up about Willie more than Bree. And….WOW that really throws me for a loop, because as William-positive as I am, this should be about his child with Claire above all. 

So…. REALLY MIXED BAG HERE. REALLY REALLY REALLY mixed. Probably the one thing I would say was a letdown for me in the episode. 

And trust me, I do NOT say that lightly


“You’ll….you’ll come with me? “ 
“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away” 

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Coach Bitty, Part 3

I’ve been floored by the number of notes this has gotten. There will likely be at least three more parts, but they will come a bit more slowly. If you want to read from the beginning, start with Part 1.
Part 3

When Jack arrived at the rink on Thursday, it was empty. The door was unlocked and the lights were on, but there was no pop music leaking from the rink itself into the lobby, no kid making moves that still looked impossible to Jack on the ice, no short blond guy that seemed perpetually surprised that Jack showed up for ice time that he had booked.

There was a note.

It was taped to the glass on the gate to the ice.

Mr. Zimmermann, the note said, I moved lessons earlier today so that we wouldn’t impinge on your time and you would have a fresh sheet waiting for you. Take your time – I do have another lesson this evening, but not until 6:30, so there should be plenty of time for me to get in and resurface the ice after you leave. Don’t worry about locking up – I’ll see to it tonight. Have a good skate.
Eric Bittle

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You and Me 

- a Niall Horan One Shot

You walked up to a darkened house and wondered where the hell Niall was. It was your birthday for god sakes. Why was every light off? That thought gave you pause. Was this a surprise party? Hadn’t you told him that you didn’t want anything big this year? Hadn’t you said you just wanted it to be the two of you?

You turned the key in the lock and carefully slid the door open. Music slowly drifted through the darkness, making its way towards you from the back of the large house. You set your things down and walked silently around the corner where you were greeted by a line of small candles. The glow from their flames warmed you and a smile grew on your face. Maybe he had listened after all.

You followed the trail as it wound its way down hallways and through rooms until it lead you to just what you had been hoping for. Niall stood in the center of the room surrounded by the flicker of a thousand small flames.

Your heart leaped into your throat as you looked him over. Even after all these years, he made your knees weak and your chest ache. He smiled a crooked smile at you as you walked towards him. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his chest. You breathed in deeply, filling every part of you with the scent of him, always so rich and intoxicating. It was almost as if just the smell of him was all you needed. It didn’t matter where you were in the world if you could breathe him in you were at home.

The music continued to play softly and Niall began to sway with you tucked in his arms. His voice rumbled in your ear through his chest as he spoke quietly.

“I know ya said ya wanted to spend a quiet night alone with me but I still wanted it to be special. I spent a week trying to think of what I should do.”

You lifted your head to look up into his beautiful blue eyes and felt your chest swell with feeling. “It’s perfect,” You breathed out.

He gazed down at you, tenderness written on every feature.

“When I was younger I could see where I was going and I could see everything laid out in front of me like a path to follow and at the end of everything there was always you. Always you.”

He leaned down and kissed you delicately, his lips gliding over yours before his tongue parted your lips allowing him to enter. The taste of him swirled in your mouth and a faint moan slipped from your lungs. He pulled back, only slightly, to whisper against your lips.

“Always you and me.”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this little blip of writing! A lovely friend requested something sweet and here’s what I came up with! Happy Reading! *Christina

The houses as... back to school

It’s that time of the year! Some dread it, some are excited for it, most experience it! Back to school season! Whether you love or loathe, I hope you enjoy this post!

- The Emperor


  • The feeling of walking into your class and seeing a friend you didn’t know would be there
  • Wearing lounge-wear on the first day because who cares? 
  • Finding your table in the cafeteria, and laying claim to it before anyone else can
  • Walking confidently around the school as you go to class from class, even if you’re not quite sure where the next period is located
  • Hearing summer stories of fun and adventure, and getting just as excited as if you were really there
  • Swapping gossip with your friends and seeing how everyone has changed
  • The thrill of the final bell as you walk out the doors and know that the year has finally begun


  • The panic of not having done the summer assigment because you were too busy doing things that were actually interesting to you, unlike forced education
  • Already exasperating your teacher as you challenge the necessity and potential damage of said forced education
  • Asking if you can work alone; not because you aren’t social, but because you can just think better and clearer without someone else’s chatter
  • Doodling on the class syllabus as the teacher goes over it and day dreaming up entire worlds

  • Sitting in the bleachers with your friends, completely content in your joint solitude
  • Walking into your favorite subject and finally being able to breathe, because you feel at home
  • Picking colorful or unique notebooks in an attempt to make the thought of lessons appeal to you more. 
  • Knowing just where to walk in crowded hallways so that you don’t get bumped into
  • The bumpy ride of a school bus filled with chatter as your heart swells at the thought of the possibilities this year may bring
  • Having the perfect outfit laid out; not too try-hard, but still cool in your own way
  • Getting to school hours before anyone else because of the clubs and organization meetings you have to attend
  • Clicking in your new locker combination for the first time, and feeling satisfaction as the metallic door opens into a space that is truly yours 
  • Headphones in as you walk in the hallways from class to class, blasting your favorite music 
  • Having your summer assignment perfectly complete to fit the requirements, and getting your teachers appreciative glance as they see another job well done. 
  • The feeling of picking a new planner, and being incredibly picky about what it looks like and the functionality it serves
  • Your favorite pens, all lined up in a row, ready at any time to be brandished and quickly jot down notes
  • Sitting in the front of the room so you can take it all in, and not miss a thing
  • Finally getting in your car after the long day, and appreciated the solitude it offers as you crank the music and take the long way home


  • Meeting up with your friends early in the courtyard to catch up with each other 
  • Packing your lunch the night before, and making sure to put your favorite dessert in there so you can have a mid-day-pick-me-up
  • Cheering loud at the start of year pep-rally, feeding off of the energy swelling in the room
  • Immediately looking at your best friends as the teacher tells you to pick a partner for the term
  • Going through photos on your phone of the summer with your friends, and laughing at the memories
  • Helping out an obviously new kid, even if it makes you late to class, because remember how lost and confused you felt your first year
  • Trying to work up the courage to try out for that one club or sport because this is the year you’ll make it
  • Going back to visit your favorite teacher that you may not have anymore, and spend some time catching up
  • The feeling of a new year; of a fresh start, washing over you as your eyes glow at the thought of getting to become something new

for @hannigram-a-b-o-library True Mates day

Hannibal was in heat.

Will woke to the sound of his moans at four a.m. and the scent drifted in through the crack in the door. He growled and dug his nails into the mattress, a refusal to move. This is what Hannibal wanted, what he’d planned all along, and Will wasn’t going to let him manipulate their relationship anymore.

He lasted all of an hour, face dripping with sweat and cock dripping precum by the time he opened Hannibal’s door.

There were towels pressed under the crack in the door, no doubt he’d tried to hide the scent. Will took a moment to realize he’d broken the lock, the trashed remains of the frame on the floor.

But the sight inside was worth the mess. Hannibal was on his back working fingers inside himself, back arched as he whined through the futile process. Will pounced on the bed to crawl between his legs and smelled his slick, could only growl in response to Hannibal’s whispered plea.


Will pulled him in to lick the excess that ran down his legs and sniffed, buried his nose there to drown in the intoxicating aroma. This is what he wanted, needed, and could no longer deny. He lapped up the mess and Hannibal writhed in response, a trembled twist of limbs that he stopped with a hard grab to both legs.

“Please, Alpha,” the words were hoarse and desperate begged out of desperation already.

He knew how long it had been since Hannibal had experienced a heat. The center had always given any incarcerated omegas suppressants and Hannibal’s were forced on him by needle according to Tattle Crime.

Will thought about how it would feel to be inside Hannibal, the warm wet tightness of him after being so long denied. He had married a beta because of the constant flood of dreams he’d had about him, the idea of being bonded to another omega was almost laughable.

This was his omega, the one he knew was meant for him, and try as he might to fight it there was no longer a reason to run away.

He was between Hannibal’s legs before he said, “Let me hear you,” and licked over Hannibal’s swollen hole just before he was inside. The taste from the source was heaven, a gift of ambrosia that Will was dizzy over after only a few moments.

Will grinded his face against him, just as desperate and needy for more as Hannibal was. Hannibal grabbed his hair and pulled him in closer still. He lifted his face and crawled up for a kiss, their first.

Will pulled him in with a growl and their noses touched just barely before he broke the kiss. Hannibal’s eyes were wide and bloodshot, Will didn’t know how long Hannibal had suffered while he slept.

“I’m sorry,” Hannibal whispered, “I tried to fight it alone. I–”

Will shook his head. “No,” he kissed him again, “No.”

He pressed a finger inside and his lip curled when Hannibal purred. Will had never had the pleasure of his purr before and never wanted it to stop.

Will pulled down his pajamas and freed his cock, the sight seemed to start a frenzy in Hannibal who sat up and started to rut against him.

“Please, please,” the pain in his voice should have given Will a bit of pleasure but he only wanted to soothe.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He pushed Hannibal down and lifted his legs up, their eyes trained on each other as he pressed inside. The strangled sob as flesh met flesh had him pull the omega up into his lap and cradle Hannibal to his chest as he was fully seated.

“You feel,” Hannibal sighed, his voice more calm as he scented Will’s bare chest.

“Like home,” Will finished and kissed him roughly before he thrust up inside again.

The urgency seemed to have left them both but Will could feel his impatient knot already had started to swell, the slow rocks into Hannibal not nearly enough.

“I’ve never,” Hannibal licked his neck and rubbed his nose over the wet, “had this before.”

His purr at Will’s laugh was perfect, and the alpha tossed him down to thrust inside harder.

“Heat sex?”

“Sex that involved such overwhelming feeling.”

“Neither have I.”

Hannibal threw back his head and Will bit a collar of marks. He growled and started to cant his hips in a quick rhythm. Will reached out to touch Hannibal’s cock and was rebuffed, his hand licked and put on the omega’s cheek.

“I want to cum on your knot.”

Will groaned and started to drill into him, the strangled sound when he hit Hannibal’s inner pleasure again and again music to his ears.

“Will, oh Will.”

Will bit into him as Hannibal screamed, spilled a mess of cum between them while Will continued. He tasted blood on his tongue and felt a bit of broken skin between his teeth.

They were mates.

Hannibal bit into him so quick Will barely had time to register before he came with a muffled groan, knot swelled and locked while he spilled inside.

They each pulled back slowly and stared again before a long languid kiss that felt so different now.

Will could feel Hannibal in his head, a perfect part of him as he’d always been suddenly made true.

He scented Hannibal’s neck while he whispered, “Mine,” and the deep growl of the word made Hannibal sigh.

“Yes, as I have always been.”

They lay quietly after and the knot keep them together, though really there was nowhere either of them wanted to be.

It’s Not What It Looks Like

D4 (Gendrya with a side of Jonerys)- requested by @forcenturiestogether  and @spaceamazon

My first time writing Gendrya! 

Happy Game of Thrones Sunday! I don’t have anything going on today so I’ll see how many prompts I can crank out for all of you lol. 


Sansa had stolen the portable scissors again. 

This wouldn’t be happening if Sansa had just returned the scissors like she was supposed to. The other Starks were always getting on her case about it and she always seemed to find a way to forget to put them back. 

Arya was going to have words with her, when this was all said and done. 

The murmur of the voices in the vestibule had begun to fade as the guests filed in to take their seats inside the church itself, which meant they had fifteen minutes-probably less. “I can’t believe her.” She gave the tag an especially savage yank, causing Gendry to yell out in pain. 

“Could you stop trying to kill me? Please? Don’t shoot the messenger,” he muttered, massaging his neck. 

“Like you’re the messenger. Weren’t you supposed to try the suit on at the dress rehearsal?”

He groaned. “It wasn’t ready yet, remember? Rickon spilled a chocolate milkshake all over my old one-”

She muttered obscenities under her breath as she pulled at the tag again. It seemed to stare back at her almost tauntingly from the back of Gendry’s tuxedo, with the words King’s Landing Formal Wear-Fancy Outfits for all Occasions emblazoned across it, along with a price that had too many zeros. If she had scissors, the situation would already be dealt with and they would be hurrying to the back of the church so she could be a bridesmaid and he could be one of the groomsmen. But she didn’t, and she was fairly sure Jon and Dany (or both) would kill her if she showed up late. It was their special day after all, and she was the last person in the world who wanted to ruin it. “What is this made out of? Industrial steel?”

“Maybe if we hide it…” He fingered the ends of his hair loosely, as if trying to pull them down to cover the tag.

She shook her head. “You don’t have enough hair.” 

“We might not have another choice-”

She stood up on the tips of her toes and bit at the tag instead. She bit off a few strands of his fine dark hair in the process but emerged with the tag held between two fingers, smiling triumphantly. “Got it.”


She practically jumped out of her skin. Jon was standing in the doorway when she poked her head up over Gendry’s (massive) frame, looking at her curiously. “Yes? We’re almost done here.”

“Do you need a minute?” 

At first she didn’t know what he was talking about…and then she groaned. “It’s not what it looks like, I swear I was just helping him with a tag-”

Gendry nodded so quickly they almost cracked skulls. “Yup. New tux, you know.”

Jon’s smile widened. Arya hadn’t thought that was possible, considering he hadn’t stopped smiling all day. Though it made sense, since it was in fact his wedding. “Are the two of you ready? We don’t want to start the ceremony without you.”

“We wouldn’t miss it.” He left and she and Gendry followed him to the back of the church, both trying their best not to look at each other. Why did everyone always have to assume that something was going on between her and Gendry? 

Because absolutely nothing was. They were just friends, and sometimes fencing partners. 


Dany and her other bridesmaids were waiting in the back of the church; Sansa was straightening her dress for the final time and she held a bouquet of blue roses. Her face lit up when she saw Arya. “There’s our runaway bridesmaid.”

“A wardrobe malfunction,” she muttered as she slid into her spot next to Sansa. “You know I wouldn’t miss this.” Not for the world. 

Just then the church doors opened, the music swelled, and the crowd rose. Dany stepped forward, looking radiant (as always) in her white dress, heels clicking on the tile of the church floor as she made her way to Jon-who waited near the altar, ‘grinning like an idiot’, as Robb would have said. Arya had always been the one who questioned fairy tales, the one who said that if a man tried to sweep her off her feet she would kick him in the balls-but even she had to admit that they made a perfect couple. And looking at them now, ready to enter in a life of happiness with each other, she began to wonder if true love could maybe be real. 

Gendry caught her eye from the altar and winked. She had to admit, he cleaned up well-with his hair gelled and his tux immaculate. She was so used to seeing him in nothing but dirty t-shirts and sweatpants-seeing him like that made her heart race in a way she wasn’t used to.

Sansa jostled her shoulder, obviously having noticed her line of sight. “Gendry’s looking nice tonight.”

She nodded. “Yes, he definitely is.”

Short and sweet!

Prompts are open here 

Have a nice day lovelies <3

I don’t care if some people are saying it’s “too soon” for Magnus and Alec to say “I love you” to each other. That scene was perfect from the dramatic, swelling music to Harry and Matt’s performances to the cinematography. I love it so much and really who is anyone to define when something should be said or done in a relationship? Every couple is different and has their own pace and I doubt anyone on here has really been in a high intensity situation such that Magnus and Alec were placed in.