I really want nothing more than to have one of those late nights where you’re drunk with someone you care about sitting somewhere quiet like a rooftop or the beach and you begin a conversation that turns into hours of talking about life and slowly everything in the world seems to disappear and you begin to feel alive and awake and aware of yourself and the person sitting next to you and nothing else matters
We are matter and energy that, through some miracle, has come to know itself. We are rock and dirt that pulled itself into consciousness. What a strange phenomena: we are the universe awake and aware and yet, we can’t stop dreaming. We’re here but we’re not present. Our eyes are wide open but we refuse to see. We are part of the great wholeness of being and yet, we feel separate and alone. Truth surrounds us, permeates every fibre of our being, yet we crave empty illusions.
If you actually want something, you can have it. The question then is what do you mean by actually want? And the answer is, you reorient your life in every possible way to make the probability that that will occur as certain as possible. And that’s a sacrificial idea right? It’s like, you don’t get everything, obviously… But maybe you can have what you need, and maybe all you have to do to get it is ask; but asking isn’t a whim, or today’s wish. You have to be deadly serious about it
BTS REACTION: You sing to them while they lay “asleep” on your lap
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S E O K J I N:
It’s been months since you’ve seen him. He just came home from their latest world tour. This tour and their win at the BBMAs has led to a massive increase in, not only their fan base, but the popularity of Korean music internationally. He’s been so busy because of this, so it’s nice for him to take some rest even if having his head on your lap limits your movement. Although he’s not really asleep, just enjoying your presence.
However, even with him so close you still feel lonely. You aren’t insecure about your relationship in anyway, it is just very difficult for you to not see him for months at a time. This is not something you will voice as you don’t want to make him feel guilty and no matter what, at the end of it all, he comes home to you. This realization alone fills you with overwhelming affection for the man on your lap. You lightly play with his hair, an adoring smile on your face, and start to sing very softly while looking at his peaceful face.
“A tornado flew around my room before you came
Excuse the mess it made
It usually doesn’t rain
In Southern California, much like Arizona
My eyes don’t shed tears but boy they blowin’”
He manages to successfully keep his expression still.
“I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you
Ooh no, no, no
I been thinkin’ ‘bout you
You know, know, know
I been thinkin’ ‘bout you
Do you think about me still?
Do you, do you?
Or do you not think so far ahead?
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ‘bout forever…”
Quickly, he brings your lips to his and smiles into the kiss because he knows that you are blushing from the realization that he was not asleep.
His head is still on your lap and he has a wide smile when he says, “Marry me.”
“You were supposed to be asleep!…Wait, what!?”
Frank Ocean “Thinkin’ ‘Bout You”
Y O O N G I:
Normally, you wouldn’t mind that he fell asleep on your lap. You know that he’ll fall asleep anywhere, every chance he gets. But you are quite certain you told him you had to get up soon to get ready to go out with your friends. You’re suspicious that he did this on purpose. He knows that you would never wake him up unless you absolutely had to, and going to the club at your single friends’ insistence isn’t really necessary. Especially since you don’t want to go. Clubs have never been your scene and give you a headache more than anything, unless you’re well on your way to getting drunk. You’re in a committed relationship now and it frustrates you that your friends don’t seem to understand your refusal to get shitfaced at a club.
You sigh and chuckle lightly to yourself, he thinks he’s so clever doesn’t he? You start to lightly tug on his hair to encourage his sleep.
He slowly wakes up and has to stop himself from smirking when he feels your hands running through his hair, mission complete. He hears you softly singing so instead of making you aware that he is awake, like he was going to, he pretends to stay asleep.
“…Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we’ve go to find other ways
To make it alone
But keep a straight face
And I’ve always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had swore to myself that I’m content
He cannot believe how soft you are for him, not that he is any better. He takes a small peek at you. When he’s sure you are looking away from him he smiles.
“Because none of it was ever worth the risk
But, you are, the only exception
You are, the only exception
You are, the only exception…”
You look back at him and see him giving you his gummy smile. With no hesitance and a deep sigh you simply say, “Fucking Yoongi.”
Paramore “The Only Exception”
H O S E O K:
He came to you after his schedule was over, tired but with a large smile when you opened the door. It’s difficult for you to get him to rest when he’s visiting you. It makes him feel like he is putting more effort into his work than he is in your relationship. So maybe it was a little sneaky of you to have him lay his head on your lap and lull him to sleep with gentle hair stroking while you two are supposed to be watching a movie, not that you feel guilty about it. Good thing the control is within reach for you to lower the volume. He can sleep more peacefully that way.
When he starts awakening his first impulse is to complain about how sneaky you are, but stops himself when he hears your soft voice. Are you…rapping?
“…But now the hearts of moonlight hits, and we’ll just watch the stars dance
Attempt to mimic them until our little hearts can’t
Take anymore of that vacant ancient decor
And depart fast, and honestly, you look like Mozart sounds
You’re warm embrace compared to the cold, hard ground
The chicken noodle soup when I’ve been fretting sick in bed
It’s like expecting death and restlessness and then catching a kiss instead
You’re a myth that’s said to hide via love
An angel who was one thought to reside in skies above
You’re the sand between my toes when the high tide comes
Matter of fact, you’re the air that’s inside my lungs…”
You’re startled when he screams to the ceiling while moving his fists by his cheeks cutely, “AHHH!~ Y/N, YOU’RE TOO CUTE WHEN YOU RAAAAP!~” He makes you blush even more by showering you with kisses.
N A M J O O N:
As leader of the group, he feels really stressed whenever the boys mess around too much. Today is one of those days, therefore, you are doing your best to help him unwind. If that means having your butt go numb from the weight of his head and you sitting in a single spot for too long then so be it. He has done the same for you on multiple occasions. The difference being that he usually has a book in hand to entertain himself, meanwhile, your phone is charging in your bedroom and all books are out of reach. You softly play with his hair and can’t help the fond smile on your lips when he sleepily sighs in content. You start singing and completely miss the twitch at the corner of his lips.
“Come on over in my direction
So thankful for that, it’s such a blessing, yeah
Turn every situation into Heaven, yeah
Ooh, you are
My sunrise on the darkest day
Got me feeling some kind of way
Make me wanna savor every moment slowly, slowly
You fit me, tailor-made love, how you put it on
Got the only key, know how to turn it on
The way you nibble on my ear, the only words I wanna hear
Baby take it slow so we can last long”
Now he, like many other people, is tired of this song but hearing you sing it has a much different effect on him.
“Oh tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal
Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan
Solo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso…”
“I didn’t know you could speak Spanish,” he says, giving you a dorky smile.
You stop all movements in shock before pushing him off your lap, “Puto.”
Leo Fonsi & Daddy Yankee ft. Justin Bieber “Despacito”
J I M I N:
He is sleeping soundly on your lap and as you are stroking his hair your thoughts wander. You know that his insecurities, no matter how much he plays it off, are always present. Especially when it comes to his body. Nowadays he is doing much better but that doesn’t stop you from worrying. When you are around you make sure the boys eat well, however, you can’t do that when they are on tour. You are thankful for ARMYs who discourage him and Suga from going on diets and who are always asking if they have eaten.
You don’t want to think about the ones on the other side. They are not ARMY to you, not that your opinion really matters to them.
Looking at his face, you can’t help but marvel at how handsome he is. You love his jawline just as much as you loved his round face. You love his abs just as much as you loved his tummy. You love him just as much as you always have.
When he comes to awareness the first thing he notices is your soft singing. He opens an eye the tiniest bit to see you focused on him with the most admiring look. He closes it before you can notice, but he is absolutely stupefied by the way you are looking at him. He’s never seen that expression directed toward him before.
“…I’m so addicted to her
She’s the sweetest drug
Just enough…still to much
Say that I’m slippin’ I’m sprung on all the above
I can’t help she makes say
And just can’t think
Than to hear you sing
Baby when we do our thing
Oh baby girl girl you make me say
Girl the things you do
Keep me sprung
Keep me running back to you
Ooh I love
Making love to you”
No longer able to hold himself back, he surprises you by pulling you down for a deep kiss. He ends the kiss by pushing your head back a bit. “I love you,” he says.
You’ve never heard him say anything with such confidence before.
Ne-Yo “Sexy Love”
T A E H Y U N G:
You two haven’t been dating too long, at least six months doesn’t seem like a particularly long time for you. You have a friend who’s been in a relationship for three years. Even so, you can’t remember the last time you had a relationship where you two got along so easily. In fact, it’s almost too easy. You’re scared that he will get bored of the simplicity, especially in comparison to his exciting life as an idol. Despite this fear, you won’t stop yourself from falling for him more and more everyday.
Looking at his sleeping face, you can definitely feel yourself falling. Just like how he can feel his heartbeat increase as you play with his hair, the fast pace keeping him awake.
“Settle down with me
Cover me up
Cuddle me in”
He’s never heard you sing before and he keeps himself still to hear more of it.
“Lie down with me, yeah
And hold me in your arms
And your heart’s against my chest
Your lips pressed to my neck
I’m falling for your eyes
But they don’t know me yet
And with a feeling I’ll forget”
“I’m in love now,” you both sing while looking into each other’s eyes.
Ed Sheeran “Kiss me”
J U N G K O O K:
Dating an idol is hard. Supposedly, you had known what you were signing up for when you said yes. In theory you were going to be fine, but in practice you are lonely. Still, you won’t ask him to stop following his dreams and you won’t give up just because it’s hard. Due to the difficulty of your relationship, you have learned to appreciate moments like these more. Him resting his head on your lap as you are playing with his hair.
Although you cherish these moments, you still long for the day when he will be yours. You are well aware that you and him are not ready for marriage but that doesn’t stop you from seeing you two getting married in the future.
He is breathing softly and that gives you the impression that he is already asleep when is just dozing off.
“I heard you’re scheming new pyramids
Another big idea to get you rich
Make a plan to love me sometime soon”
Your soft singing encourages his sleep.
“You said you got a foot in the door
You buy and you sell, you buy some more
Make a plan to love me sometime soon
Life’s too short
Death doesn’t ask
It don’t owe you that”
He drifts off more and more.
“Some things you lose
You don’t get back
So just know what you have
And make a plan to love me sometime soon…”
He falls asleep and dreams of a future with you by his side.
Bright Eyes “Make a Plan to Love Me”
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Stucky, M, 14.3k, A03 Canon compliant through CACW Artist: SulaMoon Author: flowerfan2
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Summary: A few months after the civil war fiasco, Bucky and Steve have started a new life together in New York. But when Steve gets hurt, all their plans are threatened. It’s up to Bucky to figure out what to do next.
Bucky feels like a cliché as he hovers next to Steve’s hospital
bed, waiting for him to wake up. He
can’t relax with Steve in this condition – fuck relax, he can barely breathe,
barely function at all. Steve is ripped
apart and broken and Bucky doesn’t understand how he isn’t dead yet. Although they are keeping him heavily
sedated, Bucky can see the pain etched into Steve’s face. He’s not sure how to weather it, alternating
between pacing back and forth across the airless room and sitting next to Steve
and holding his practically lifeless hand.He’s not the only visitor there, of course. No one is about to leave a recently
de-triggered former assassin alone with Captain America, even if Captain
America himself would insist that there’s no danger. But Steve isn’t able to insist on anything
right now, and that’s the entire problem. The first time the doctors ease up on the sedation Steve
wakes up moaning, a horrid, animal noise that sends Bucky into a blind panic. Bucky comes back to himself curled up in a
ball on the hospital floor, Natasha crouched down next to him, a hand bravely
kneading the back of his neck. “It’s okay,” she murmurs.
“They gave him more painkillers.
He’s okay now.”
Bucky lets Natasha help him up, but avoids meeting her eyes
as he resumes his place at the side of Steve’s bed. He doesn’t need her pity. Bucky just needs Steve to wake up. He can’t fathom what will happen to him if
Steve doesn’t wake up.