bar crowd

everyone else my age can drown their sorrows on the weekends getting hammered but alcohol gives me migraines and crowded bars give me anxiety so i’m at home on a Saturday night eating hummus and left swiping everyone on tinder

TalesFromYourServer: An open letter to last night's customers

When the bar is extremely crowded and I am the only bartender on, please do not waste my time by ordering ‘a beer’. When prompted to choose which beer you want out of the 20 plus I have on draft, please do not then ask me for 'a good beer’. Jagerbombs belong in the glass or in your mouth, not in the candles. Speaking of the candles, they do not belong inside your used empty pint glasses. I do not care which song you sing for karaoke, and we both know there’s a 50 percent chance it’ll just be Don’t Stop Believing for the fiftieth time tonight. Asking me the price of 'a mixed drink’ will get you nowhere. I am not making you five frozen pina coladas at this moment. Song slips go to the DJ, not the bartender. 'Something strong but also sweet and fruity’ is not a drink order and will not be recognized as such.

On the flip side, shoutout to the two Canadians who bought me several shots and wrote a nice note on the receipt, yall were the real MVPs of last night.

By: Pillbugs_Guns

fireflies | M

Contains: fluff, smut {punk!taehyung}

Words: 17,158

Summary: “There’s no hope for people like us, sweetheart. We’re destined to fall in love a thousand times, and have our hearts broken in each one of them. We might as well be miserable together.”

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A/N: Long fics might be turning into my new aesthetic. I’m sorry.

You never truly believed in love at first sight ― there was no reason to. The very idea seemed far too preposterous to be taken seriously, too ludicrous to exist outside of dreamy movies or forgotten fairy tales. How could two strangers cultivate such deep, mesmerizing emotion in the mere seconds they held a glance? How was it possible for them to simply know of their fate in the short amount of time they encountered each other? ― No; there were no soulmates, no predestined encounters. At least not for you. For you, there was only the faint ghost of a broken heart, the haunting of crumbled expectations; and the strong, determined promise to never fool yourself into another failed attempt at romance.

When you first saw him, however, you felt like the cosmos had morphed into static.


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anonymous asked:

Simon and Jace bonding over the horror of interrupting Magnus and Alec?

this is hilarious cause you sent me this 2 weeks ago and now it’s so relevant

at first it’s just slight interruptions, because jace interrupting them doesn’t just end there. it doesn’t end after he’s apologized for killing the mood and it doesn’t end after he’s finally settled into magnus’s space. no, it of course continues and it’s horrible because he just keeps doing it. they’re finally kissing and magnus’s weight against alec is so fucking sweet up against the front door. it’s everything he’s been craving, his fingers sinking deep into the muscles around magnus’s shoulder blades. magnus is kissing him like all of that anticipation rolling under alec’s skin, all stormy, is reciprocated, mirror image. and just as alec’s lips part, a low sound thick in his throat as he slides his hands down, pressing magnus closer… someone clears their throat.

alec goes still very slowly and as he does magnus gets the hint and pulls off of him. and it takes a minute but they glance over and there’s jace, with that same perturbed look on his face. “i’ve got to…” he points towards the door. and alec feels his jaw tensing up before it actually does. magnus makes a low noise of understanding, raising his brows and pulls away to open the door, letting jace through and alec just licks his lips, reaching up to rub at his forehead, trying not to allow the annoyance rumbling through him to take hold. but it does anyway and he shoots jace a glare as his blond brother heads through the door. magnus has this look on his face like he just swallowed sour milk and alec lets out a heavy sigh before he reaches out to try and pull magnus back in.

but magnus just chuckles, taking alec’s fingers and squeezing them. “i think the mood has been sufficiently killed.”

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iiithisismyusernameiii  asked:

I know this isn't your norm but can we have some kind of SuperCorp Bridal Style something? Because you know they are obviously dating now... right?

“Oh come on, Alex, she totally knows.”

Alex pffts and looks away and looks back and looks away and looks back.

“Noooo.”

“Alex. Yes. She does.”

Alex squints and leans across the bar to get a better look at Lena, at the way she’s fawning over Kara, at the way Kara’s leaning into her, the way Kara’s arm looks like it’s just twitching to toss itself over Lena’s shoulders.

“I’m not saying she doesn’t like Kara for Kara – hell, she seems even more in love with Kara than she’s enamored with Supergirl – but I’m saying, Danvers. She’s not stupid. And we’ve already agreed that the glasses really…”

“Are ridiculous, yeah,” Alex murmurs distractedly, staring all the harder at her sister and her sister’s maybe-not-really-what-are-you-talking-about-Alex-we’re-just-friends-come-on-I-mean-sure-I-like-her-what’s-not-to-like okay-I’m-gonna-stop-you-right-there-Little-Danvers-because-what’s-not-to-like-is-literally-the-phrase-your-sister-used-about-me-right-before-she-became-my-girlfriend girlfriend.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Lena asks Kara on the other side of the bar when she catches Alex and Maggie both staring.

Kara has to try – hard – not to tell her exactly what Alex and Maggie are talking about, because in a bar this crowded, this loud, there would be no other way to explain her knowledge except superhearing. And she’s going to tell Lena – really, she is – but not yet, because she’s terrified, because Lena likes Kara for Kara, which is unbelievable and amazing but what if when she realizes that Kara is also Supergirl, she doesn’t like her for… her… anymore?

But she can’t say all that, not yet, not yet, so she splutters and she adjusts her glasses and she tries very hard not to spill her club soda all over her baby blue collared shirt that Lena had commented earlier brought out her eyes beautifully.

“Oh, um… probably… girlfriend stuff. Definitely girlfriend stuff.” She adds an authoritative nod for good measure, and Lena’s laughter sounds like faerie wings, and Kara’s heart leaps because she’s laughing, but she’s not laughing at Kara, and that… she… is perfect.

“Girlfriend stuff,” Lena deadpans, her voice rich and low and full of barely contained amusement.

Kara adjusts her glasses again. “Yeah. Like uh… what… hey, what do girlfriends talk about, anyway?”

Lena takes a long sip of her wine, and Kara tries – and fails – not to look at her lips.

“The same things we do, probably,” Lena answers after a thoughtful swallow, and Kara’s stomach flips because sometimes she thinks she knows Lena so well, but when they go anywhere near… this territory… she just can’t figure out what her feelings are… if she’s just happy to have a friend, or if these dates they’ve been going on are actually… you know…. dates.

She should ask Alex. Or Maggie. Or both. But not now. Not now, because now, Lena is draining her wine and standing up and Kara’s ex-boyfriend – not the amazing one – naturally chooses that moment to cross behind her, causing Lena to overbalance, to stumble, to start to fall.

Kara doesn’t think and she doesn’t calculate. She just sweeps one arm under Lena’s thighs and the other, strong around her back, scooping her up bridal style so she doesn’t fall, so she doesn’t roll her ankle, so she doesn’t…

But oh. Oh. Oh no.

Because now Lena’s breath is hitched and Alex and Maggie’s jaws are both on the bar and Lena’s pupils are dilating and her breath smells of wine and nothing has ever smelled so perfect and Kara can hear her heartbeat, feel it, and she hasn’t had anything but club soda but Rao does she suddenly feel drunk, and Rao is Lena’s body warm, and Lena’s arms are wrapped around her neck and Lena is speaking, softly, speaking, low, speaking, intimate.

“Well, these arms certainly do feel familiar,” Lena’s practically whispering, and it doesn’t matter that the bar is crowded, and it doesn’t matter that the bar is loud, and it doesn’t even matter that Kara has superhearing: the words penetrate her every cell with subtle, heated precision.

“I… I didn’t want you to… fall,” Kara splutters, and neither woman says anything about the fact that Kara still hasn’t put her down.

“Oh, Kara Danvers,” Lena husks softly, “I told you. You are my hero. I know you’d never let me fall” She brings her lips to Kara’s ear easily, protective of her secrets, of her safety, of her comfort and of her happiness. “Whether you’re in or out of that suit and cape.”

Heat sears throughout Kara’s entire body, and she has no words because she barely has breath, and she pulls back so she can look Lena in the eyes, and Rao she can’t help the way she glances down at her lips once, twice, three times, until Lena breathes, until Lena wets them, until Kara can’t take it anymore and closes the gap, because she can’t process anything except Lena, Lena, Lena.

They startle apart at a loud whoop from across the bar, and Kara sets Lena down gently, carefully, though they stay entangled in each other’s arms, entangled in each other’s breath.

“Boom! You owe me that flash grenade, Danvers!” 

“I never said the glasses aren’t ridiculous!”

“Flash grenade!”

“Do we want to know why your sister’s girlfriend wants a flash grenade to begin with?” Lena grins into Kara’s ear.

“Not even a little bit,” Kara grins, and finishes what she started, and Rao, are Lena’s lips soft, and perfect, and smiling into their kiss, and Rao, Rao, Rao, she likes me for me, for me, for me.

Kiwi: Part One

A little impromptu mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. xo



The music in the bar was pounding as the sounds of the Caribbean flowed through the humid air. It was a small establishment, one that could probably only accommodate for two hundred people at most. It definitely wasn’t a tourist place; most of those were on the other side of the island with the copious amounts of resorts and hotels that offered travellers sanctuary.

Harry wasn’t there to vacation, though. He was there to write and record his new album.

The bar, “Pipo’s Shack”, was about a ten minute walk from the recording studio that Harry had been working in for the past little bit. It had been a productive couple of days; he’d spent the first night there having a few beers and getting to know his team better. After all, they were going to be working together until this thing was done, so they might as well be comfortable with one another. They all got along splendidly, and the handful of songs they’d managed to bang out so far were promising, but not quite right yet. After a couple of days of straight work, Harry decided that he needed a night off to himself.

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All Or Nothing - Smut

Originally posted by dylanmysunshine

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 6,244
AN: College AU, all human. This was never meant to be published tbh but you can thank @writing-obrien​ for it getting done. Also shout out to @hardladyheart​ for her late night motivation and @sarcasticallystilinski​ for spitballing title ideas with me.

The song that’s sung is obviously not mine, it’s by State Champs. Listen HERE.



You transferred into Berkeley college in the beginning of your sophomore year. You hated starting a new school, but at least it was college and not high school. You’d been here a few weeks. You hadn’t made any friends yet, just your roommate, but you were more acquaintances. She was an art major and a little quirky, plus her boyfriend lived off campus so she wasn’t around much.

Being a music major had it perks. There were a lot of hot guys in the music department, but most of them were too involved with their own projects to notice you. You were pretty quiet, always lost in your own head. No one would have guessed that you weren’t the least bit shy. And you liked to keep it that way.

However, life had become boring. You finally had the hang of your classes and schedule but you needed to find something else to do with your time. Which is why you found yourself in the music building, standing in front of the bulletin board. Most of the notices were the same, people selling instruments or looking for them, people looking for practice space, advertisements for open mic nights. But one flier in particular caught your eye.

It wasn’t fancy at all, maybe a little creased and wrinkled from being in someone’s pocket. It was plain white, written on with black Sharpie.

GUITARIST WANTED

FOR COVER BAND

MUST LIKE/PLAY ROCK MUSIC, POP PUNK.

CALL SCOTT

310-422-1124

There was a crudely drawn Chewbacca next to it, holding what looked to be a guitar. You chewed your bottom lip in thought. You could do that. You fit the qualifications. You pulled out your phone, typing the number in and saving it to your contacts for later.

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anonymous asked:

What do you do when you feel disconnected from those around you or when you're feeling burnt out? What advice would you give to combat loneliness?

I write. I play music loudly. I put extra lotion on my face and hands, and I sing softly under my breath. I make myself dinner, usually something I haven’t had in a while. I try not to look at the news. I wear a sheer or lacy bra under a soft soft sweatshirt that has a hole in the right cuff. I take a long hot shower. I clean my stove. I call my mother. I put on make up and dance with my cat in my arms across the room. 

I grab a book and I go out and sit at the end of the bar and I order a double rye whiskey with almost no ice. I read and sip. I casually glance about. 

I play the music even louder and I take off my socks and I flex my feet. I revel in how many different places my feet have taken me. I might feel sad about the people who’s feel may have brushed mine. Whether it was my college best friend and I on the couch in my apartment sipping hot tea and laughing uproariously as our feet rested next to each other. Or maybe the first time my ex and I made love in the morning on the couch in his apartment and our feet kept brushing. Or the times my feet brushed against a friends as we stood close, or under a table in a crowded bar. 

I go through the packed and disorganized drawers in my house and find a matchbook from my favorite bar in Manhattan and I try and remember how I used the only two matches that are missing. I think about sharing drinks with friends at that bar and how nice it was to be familiar with Nolita and it’s streets and gems. 

I burn sage and incense. I don’t say a word for hours. I practice my signature and lament at the fact that Katharine never looks good compared to my rushed and crazed last name in pen. I water my plants and I rearrange all the furniture in my apartment. 

I text everyone who makes my soul sing, and never worry about them getting back to me. Just letting them know that they’re on my mind. 

Be kind to yourself. Excessively. Be sweet and gentle. Take time for yourself and do almost nothing. It helps. Then, take the time to be ruthlessly productive. Tackle your closet. Or a project you’ve set aside. Don’t stay still too long, but don’t rush. Just ride it out while staying aware. 

Things You Can do to Help Disabled People That Don't Cost A Cent
  • Do not talk about an obviously disabled person in front of them as if they can’t hear or understand you.
  • Do not talk to a disabled person’s companion instead of them.  
  • Ask permission before touching people, or their wheelchairs/other equipment. Even if you want to help.
  • Ask disabled people about their lives and really listen to their answers.  (Within reason. Asking people personal questions about their sex lives, for example, is rude unless you are very close to them and they’ve communicated they’re OK with that).
  • Listen to what they say whether they are speaking, writing, typing, using text to speech, using a letterboard, using PECS, gesturing, using sign language, or using any other form of communication.  People who cannot speak can still communicate.
  • Stand up for people you see getting bullied.
  • Understand that disabled people don’t just need friends, they can be friends, too.
  • Every public place does not need to have loud, blaring music and TVs with flashing screens.  
  • If you blog, put bright, flashing images that can trigger seizures under a cut so that people with seizures can avoid looking at them.
  • If a job can possibly be done without a person driving, don’t require candidates to drive/have a driver’s license, and don’t interview candidates and then reject them because they don’t drive.
  • When talking to someone who has trouble speaking or stutters, and takes a long time to speak, wait for them to answer. Don’t keep repeating the question or pressuring them. Yes, if you’re like me and your mind is going really fast and you forget what people are saying if they take too long, it can be hard to be patient.  Do it anyway.
  • If you are talking to a deaf person, make it easier for them to lip-read by facing towards them while looking at them, and not covering your mouth with your hands.
  • If you are talking to someone with hearing impairment or auditory processing disorder, it is more helpful to slow down or rephrase what you’re saying than to just speak more loudly.  
  • Some disabled people have difficulty understanding nonliteral language such as metaphors and idioms (e.g., “a stitch in time saves nine”). If you’re talking to someone like this, try explaining what you mean by these figures of speech, or just not using them.
  • Recognize that failure to make eye contact does not mean someone is lying to you. It may be uncomfortable for them.
  • Recognize that unwillingness to go out to loud, crowded bars does not mean someone isn’t interested in socializing with you.
  • If people have difficulty spelling, or using the appropriate jargon/terminology for your social group, do not assume they’re stupid.  You may need to paraphrase some “jargon” for them.
  • Recognize that a person can need time alone and it doesn’t mean they don’t like you or want to be with you. It’s just something they need so they can function at their best.
  • If a person does not recognize you, do not assume they don’t care about you.  They may be face-blind.
  • If a person does not remember your birthday (or other major names, numbers, or dates) do not assume they don’t care about you. They may simply have a bad memory.
  • Understand that a disabled person’s talents, however esoteric, are real, not unimportant “splinter skills.”
  • Colorblindness affects more than just knowing what color something is.  To a colorblind person, colors that they can’t see will look the same if they have the same degree of lightness/darkness.  That means that to a red-green colorblind person, a red rose on a green background will blend in instead of contrast starkly, and the Chicago CTA El map will be difficult to understand.  Understand that something that stands out to you and seems obvious may literally not be visible to a colorblind person.
  • Accept stimming.
  • Don’t tell them “but you look so normal.” But, if they accomplish something you know they were working really hard to do, it’s great to compliment them on it.
  • Understand that a person can be working incredibly hard to do something and may still not perform as well as you’d like them to, as well as the average person would, or as well as the situation demands.
  • If someone has a major medical problem, disability, or chronic illness, then just eating some special healthy diet or exercising more isn’t going to cure it. It might help, it might hurt, it might do nothing, but they’ve probably heard it before, and it’s none of your business in any case.
  • A person with OCD knows that checking or counting or whatever compulsion they perform won't really prevent disaster from happening, it’s just a compulsion. That doesn’t stop them from feeling the need to do it anyway.  A person with anxiety may know at least some of their fears are irrational or unlikely to occur. That doesn’t stop them from feeling anxious.  A person with trichotillomania may know it hurts them to pull out their hair or pick at their skin, but they have trouble stopping themselves anyway.  A depressed person may know they would feel better if they got out of their house and talked to people, but that doesn’t make them feel any more up to doing those things. A person who hallucinates may know the hallucinations aren’t real, but that doesn’t make them go away or feel less upsetting.  You see the pattern?  You can’t cure people with mental illnesses by telling them they’re being irrational or hurting themselves.  If it were that easy, they’d have cured themselves already.
  • Do not tell a person with ADHD or mental illness that they should not be taking medication.  This is a personal decision. Furthermore, since medications have wide-ranging effects on people’s bodies and minds and often unpleasant side effects, most people taking medications have thought through the issue, done a cost-benefit analysis, and decided that the ability to function better is worth it.  Their decision should be respected.
  • A disabled person with intellectual disability who has the academic or IQ abilities of, say, a seven year old does not actually have the mind of a seven year old. They have different life experiences, needs, stages of life, bodies, and so on.
  • If a disabled person is having a meltdown, they are not angry, they are terrified.  They’re not throwing a tantrum or being aggressive, they have gone into fight or flight. The best thing you can do is remain calm yourself and help them calm down. It may help to keep your distance, keep your voice low and calm, let them retreat to a safe place if they know to do that, or remind them to do so if they don’t.  Reasoning with them won’t work well because they’re unlikely to be able to hear and understand you.  The worst thing you can do is start yelling yourself, threatening them, be violent to them, cut off their escape route, or get right up in their personal space.  

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Into You

Summary: Y/N really likes Bucky, but she’s sure there’s no way in hell he likes her back.

Request: Hi could I make a request, with Bucky and reader, where reader really likes Bucky, but she’s really self loathing, and doesn’t think she’s good enough for him, and tony throws one of his party’s, she’s gets dressed up, but she’s Bucky with another girl, and leaves the party, but what she doesn’t know is Bucky likes her and wasn’t even listening to the girl, he sees her run and goes after her and confesses and it’s all really fluffy ending of that makes any sense 🤗

Author’s Note: Guess who did a one-shot for the first time in a hundred years? Okay so I strayed a bit away from the ending, but other than that it should be what you asked for. Hope you like it! x

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Masterlist

Originally posted by fvckmxk


“You nearly done in there?!” Natasha exclaimed, hammering on the door.

“Good god, woman, give me a minute!” you yelled, giving yourself one last look in the mirror, before rolling your eyes, muttering a “fuck it” under your breath. You unlocked the door, and no sooner than you’d placed your hand on the handle, Natasha yanked it open.

You muttered profanities under your breath in surprise, before chuckling in amusement as she slammed the door shut.

“You ready?” you asked Wanda, who nodded.

“Yes, because unlike the two of you, I plan ahead when I know I’m having a night out,” she said smugly. You groaned quietly, causing her to let out a soft laugh.

“Tasha, you’ve got five seven minutes before we leave you here and take the taxi without you!” you yelled, causing her to slam her fist on the door in frustration.

You chuckled, before slipping your heels on. Glancing up, you saw Wanda looking at you; a smug smile on her face.

“Heels?” she questioned, hinting to the fact that you rarely, if ever, wore high heels.

You shrugged.

“Yeah?”

She didn’t say anything else, just raised her eyebrows and nodded exaggeratedly.

“I don’t get why you’re so surprised, we are going to a party, after all,” you grumbled.

“No, I know, I know, it’s just unusual. You dressing up for anyone in particular? Anyone special?” she asked, causing you to roll your eyes.

“For God’s sake, Wanda,” you huffed, before walking over to hammer on the bathroom door. “We’re leaving!”

Steve had a tendency to pair the same people up with each other during trainings and missions. You’d been paired with Bucky, mostly because the two of you fought very well together. To take the piss, Wanda and Natasha would tease you about it, saying you had a crush on him. It was understood by all three of you that this wasn’t, of course, the case.

Except that it kinda was.

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Something Stupid (Like I Love You)

Title: Something Stupid (Like I Love You)

Summary: Dean didn’t think he could ever be jealous over someone who’s not his. He was wrong.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned), OMC.

Word count: 2014

Warnings: Not much. Tiny bit of fluff, some angst and a whole lot of language (because we all know that Dean and the f-word go together). Jealous Dean, I guess?

Author’s Notes: This is my sumbission for @death2thevirgin “Cassie Classic Challenge”. Cassie, congratulations on your milestone and thank you for letting me participate. I loved working on this one. 

Also, I’d like to thank my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for her insightful comment on part of the dialogue -which was really needed- and some general advices about the beginning. Twin, YOU’RE THE BEST!

Now. My prompt for this was “I wish I knew how to quit you” from Brokeback Mountain and is included in bold in the text below. (This is written entirely from Dean’s POV)

Originally posted by yaelstiel


The tiny bar was crowded, filled with smoke and hundreds of conversations narrated in loud voices, brightened only by some old bar lights. Rock music blasted through the jukebox and people around Dean laughed and danced and talked in an annoying cheerful manner.

And he… Well. He absolutely hated it because there was nothing to be cheerful about.

Swirling the amber liquid in his glass, he let the alcohol burn down his throat, eyes focused on the fascinating girl that was sitting a few tables away from him.

She was beautiful in that old Bad Company T-shirt that had once been his, head thrown back and eyes twinkling as she laughed at something the blue-eyed man next to her had said. She looked happy and engaged in a conversation with a man that wasn’t him and he knew, no matter how much it pained him to admit it, that she wouldn’t be heading back to their table anytime soon.

And part of him realized that it shouldn’t bother him. He realized that he had no right to be jealous and that Y/N was free to do as she pleased but the sight of her so close to another man, laughing at his stupid jokes and looking at him like he was the moon and the stars hurt him. Because only minutes earlier she had been chuckling at his antics, arm brushing up against his and bright, wide smile playing at the corners of her lips ever every time she caught him staring.

And he wasn’t being possessive. Or, at least, not entirely. Surely, he hated the idea of someone else putting their hands on Y/N, abhorred the mere possibility of that asshole kissing her, tracing soft skin and curves with his fingers, doing all the things Dean wished he could but knew he’d be never able to.

And yet, he was aware that she wasn’t his to begin with.

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‘Wild side’

Request: Klaus smut where you and Klaus are in love with each other, and after a fight with Elena you go to see him

Pairing: Klaus x reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut (sexual content, eating out, fingering, sex)

You​ ​feel​ ​your​ ​whole​ ​body​ ​go​ ​tense​ ​as​ ​Klaus​ ​Mikaelson​ ​enters​ ​the​ ​Mystic​ ​Grill​ ​and​ ​shoots​ ​a smile​ ​over​ ​to​ ​where​ ​you,​ ​Elena​ ​and​ ​Bonnie​ ​are​ ​sitting.​ ​You​ ​give​ ​a​ ​half​ ​smile​ ​back,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​be polite​ ​but​ ​not​ ​entice​ ​him​ ​over​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time.​ ​Unfortunately,​ ​it​ ​doesn’t​ ​work,​ ​and​ ​Klaus seems​ ​to​ ​take​ ​your​ ​acknowledgement​ ​as​ ​an​ ​invitation,​ ​weaving​ ​his​ ​way​ ​through​ ​chairs​ ​and bar​ ​stools​ ​until​ ​he​ ​reaches​ ​your​ ​table.​ ​He​ ​lays​ ​a​ ​fleeting​ ​hand​ ​on​ ​your​ ​shoulder,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel sparks​ ​through​ ​you​ ​as​ ​he​ ​does​ ​so,​ ​your​ ​stomach​ ​a​ ​whirl​ ​of​ ​butterflies.​ ​Fear​ ​floods​ ​through you​ ​at​ ​your​ ​reaction​ ​to​ ​his​ ​touch.  

‘Hello​ ​love’​ ​he​ ​says​ ​looking​ ​right​ ​at​ ​you​ ​‘what​ ​are​ ​you​ ​doing​ ​here?’  

‘We’re​ ​just​ ​having​ ​a​ ​drink’​ ​you​ ​say,​ ​nodding​ ​at​ ​your​ ​two​ ​best​ ​friends​ ​as​ ​you​ ​try​ ​not​ ​to​ ​show​ ​to Klaus​ ​any​ ​hints​ ​of​ ​what​ ​you’re​ ​feeling.​ ​He’s​ ​a​ ​bad​ ​person,​ ​you​ ​remind​ ​yourself,​ ​and​ ​being​ ​with him​ ​will​ ​only​ ​get​ ​me​ ​into​ ​a​ ​heap​ ​of​ ​trouble.  

‘Any​ ​special​ ​occasion?’​ ​he​ ​asks.  

‘Beginning​ ​of​ ​spring​ ​break’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​in​ ​a​ ​flat​ ​voice,​ ​fiddling​ ​with​ ​the​ ​ends​ ​of​ ​your​ ​hair​ ​self consciously​ ​and​ ​focusing​ ​your​ ​gaze​ ​on​ ​the​ ​table.​ ​You​ ​might​ ​not​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​contain​ ​yourself​ ​if you​ ​look​ ​up​ ​into​ ​his​ ​warm​ ​blue​ ​eyes.   

‘Well,​ ​I’d​ ​love​ ​to​ ​buy​ ​you​ ​a​ ​drink​ ​then’​ ​he​ ​says​ ​‘care​ ​to​ ​come​ ​and​ ​get​ ​one​ ​with​ ​me?’  

You​ ​swallow,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​fight​ ​back​ ​how​ ​desperately​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​take​ ​him​ ​up​ ​on​ ​his​ ​offer. 

‘No​ ​thanks’​ ​you​ ​say​ ​instead​ ​‘we’ve​ ​just​ ​got​ ​fresh​ ​ones.’  

‘Well,​ ​another​ ​time​ ​then’​ ​he​ ​replies,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​sneak​ ​a​ ​quick​ ​glance​ ​upwards.​ ​A​ ​look​ ​of​ ​hurt sweeps​ ​across​ ​his​ ​face,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​replaces​ ​it​ ​with​ ​a​ ​smile​ ​quickly,​ ​and​ ​leaves​ ​the​ ​three​ ​of​ ​you alone.​ ​You​ ​slouch​ ​with​ ​disappointment,​ ​and​ ​wish​ ​immediately​ ​that​ ​you’d​ ​gone​ ​with​ ​him.​ ​You have​ ​to​ ​remind​ ​yourself​ ​in​ ​your​ ​head​ ​that​ ​he’s​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​person.​ ​You​ ​should​ ​fear​ ​him​ ​more than​ ​the​ ​little​ ​amount​ ​that​ ​you​ ​do.   

‘What​ ​was​ ​that​ ​about?’​ ​Bonnie​ ​asks,​ ​intrigued​ ​‘you​ ​were​ ​practically​ ​shaking​ ​in​ ​your​ ​seat. You’re​ ​never​ ​normally​ ​that​ ​nervous.’  

‘Yeah,​ ​come​ ​to​ ​think​ ​of​ ​it,​ ​you’re​ ​always​ ​like​ ​that​ ​around​ ​Klaus’​ ​Elena​ ​says​ ​‘you​ ​don’t…have feelings​ ​for​ ​him​ ​do​ ​you?’​ ​

You​ ​glance​ ​behind​ ​Elena,​ ​towards​ ​the​ ​bar,​ ​where​ ​Klaus​ ​is​ ​sitting with​ ​a​ ​drink​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hand.​ ​He’s​ ​staring​ ​at​ ​the​ ​wall,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​have​ ​a​ ​suspicion​ ​that​ ​he’s​ ​listening to​ ​every​ ​word​ ​you’re​ ​saying.​ ​You​ ​gesture​ ​to​ ​him,​ ​then​ ​your​ ​ears​ ​and​ ​then​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​hoping​ ​that the​ ​two​ ​girls​ ​will​ ​get​ ​the​ ​message.​ ​Luckily​ ​they​ ​do,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​three​ ​of​ ​you​ ​exit​ ​the​ ​Grill,​ ​leaving your​ ​half​ ​finished​ ​drinks​ ​on​ ​the​ ​table.  

‘I​ ​do’​ ​you​ ​admit​ ​once​ ​Klaus​ ​is​ ​out​ ​of​ ​earshot​ ​‘he​ ​just​ ​makes​ ​me​ ​feel​ ​so…I​ ​can’t​ ​even​ ​explain​ ​it. I​ ​keep​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​remind​ ​myself​ ​that​ ​he’s​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​person,​ ​but​ ​I​ ​just​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him​ ​all the​ ​time.​ ​That​ ​wouldn’t​ ​be​ ​so​ ​bad​ ​would​ ​it?’​ ​you​ ​ask,​ ​thinking​ ​that​ ​if​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friend​ ​agreed​ ​it wouldn’t,​ ​then​ ​maybe​ ​you​ ​wouldn’t​ ​have​ ​to​ ​be​ ​so​ ​worried,​ ​or​ ​scared​ ​of​ ​what​ ​might​ ​happen​ ​if you​ ​let​ ​him​ ​in.​ ​Maybe​ ​you​ ​would​ ​finally​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​how​ ​you​ ​feel.  

‘Of​ ​course​ ​it​ ​would!’​ ​Elena​ ​says​ ​‘Y/N,​ ​have​ ​you​ ​lost​ ​your​ ​mind?​ ​Don’t​ ​go​ ​anywhere​ ​near Klaus.’  

Your​ ​hope​ ​turns​ ​to​ ​anger,​ ​even​ ​though​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friend​ ​was​ ​only​ ​giving​ ​her​ ​opinion​ ​in​ ​order​ ​to help​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​know​ ​that​ ​you​ ​should​ ​just​ ​swallow​ ​your​ ​disappointment​ ​and​ ​move​ ​on,​ ​but​ ​you can’t​ ​help​ ​yourself​ ​from​ ​saying;​ ​‘that’s​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​much,​ ​he’s​ ​not​ ​that​ ​bad.​ ​You’re​ ​always​ ​like​ ​this aren’t​ ​you?’  

‘Like​ ​what?’​ ​she​ ​asks,​ ​looking​ ​hurt​ ​at​ ​your​ ​sudden​ ​change​ ​in​ ​attitude.​ ​You​ ​feel​ ​bad,​ ​but​ ​the words​ ​slip​ ​from​ ​your​ ​mouth​ ​before​ ​you​ ​can​ ​stop​ ​them.  

‘You​ ​always​ ​warn​ ​me​ ​to​ ​‘stay​ ​away’​ ​from​ ​guys’​ ​you​ ​say​ ​‘and​ ​then​ ​you​ ​usually​ ​end​ ​up​ ​dating them!​ ​That​ ​happened​ ​with​ ​Stefan,​ ​remember,​ ​and​ ​then​ ​you​ ​two​ ​got​ ​together!’  

‘That’s​ ​so​ ​unfair​ ​to​ ​say’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​‘I​ ​fell​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​Stefan,​ ​even​ ​though​ ​I​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​stay away​ ​too.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​you​ ​Y/N.​ ​I’d​ ​just​ ​found​ ​out​ ​he​ ​was​ ​a​ ​vampire,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​didn’t​ ​think any​ ​of​ ​us​ ​should​ ​be​ ​near​ ​him.’  

‘Except​ ​you,​ ​apparently’​ ​you​ ​shoot​ ​back​ ​‘are​ ​you​ ​going​ ​to​ ​do​ ​the​ ​same​ ​thing​ ​with​ ​Klaus​ ​now?’  

‘I​ ​want​ ​nothing​ ​to​ ​do​ ​with​ ​Klaus!’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​‘if​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​go​ ​and​ ​get​ ​yourself​ ​killed​ ​over​ ​him, be​ ​my​ ​guest.’​ ​She​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​get​ ​angry​ ​too,​ ​which​ ​winds​ ​you​ ​up​ ​more.​ ​‘You​ ​think​ ​I​ ​always​ ​‘steal your​ ​guys?’​ ​Well,​ ​you​ ​always​ ​do​ ​this!’’​ ​she​ ​shouts​ ​‘you​ ​ask​ ​for​ ​my​ ​advice​ ​and​ ​then​ ​you​ ​get angry​ ​when​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​say​ ​what​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​hear.’  

‘No​ ​I​ ​do​ ​not!’​ ​you​ ​shout​ ​equally​ ​as​ ​loudly​ ​‘your​ ​advice​ ​is​ ​just​ ​always​ ​selfish​ ​and​ ​wrong!’  

‘Then​ ​don’t​ ​ask​ ​anymore!’  

‘I​ ​won’t​ ​then!’  

‘Have​ ​fun​ ​getting​ ​killed’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​in​ ​a rough​ ​voice,​ ​and​ ​turns​ ​on​ ​her​ ​heel​ ​to​ ​leave.​ ​Bonnie shakes​ ​her​ ​head​ ​sadly​ ​at​ ​you​ ​before​ ​following,​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​all​ ​alone​ ​in​ ​the​ ​alley.​ ​You​ ​think back​ ​over​ ​what​ ​just​ ​happened​ ​and​ ​feel​ ​tears​ ​prick​ ​your​ ​eyes.​ ​Why​ ​did​ ​you​ ​just​ ​purposefully pick​ ​a​ ​fight?​ ​You’re​ ​so​ ​confused​ ​over​ ​your​ ​feelings​ ​about​ ​your​ ​fight​ ​and​ ​Klaus.​ ​You​ ​know​ ​you should​ ​go​ ​after​ ​Elena​ ​and​ ​apologise,​ ​but​ ​your​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​and​ ​head​ ​back​ ​inside​ ​the​ ​Grill instead.​ ​You​ ​walk​ ​over​ ​to​ ​where​ ​Klaus​ ​is​ ​still​ ​sitting​ ​and​ ​take​ ​the​ ​seat​ ​next​ ​to​ ​him.​ ​You​ ​lower your​ ​head​ ​into​ ​your​ ​hands,​ ​and​ ​a​ ​few​ ​tears​ ​leak​ ​down​ ​your​ ​cheeks.  

‘Are​ ​you​ ​okay​ ​love?’​ ​Klaus’​ ​hand​ ​is​ ​back​ ​on​ ​your​ ​shoulder,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​looks​ ​concerned.  

‘I…’​ ​you​ ​begin​ ​and​ ​trail​ ​off.​ ​

He​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​gently​ ​and​ ​leads​ ​you​ ​away​ ​from​ ​the​ ​crowded bar​ ​and​ ​through​ ​a​ ​door​ ​to​ ​the​ ​right,​ ​into​ ​a​ ​small,​ ​mostly​ ​empty​ ​room.   

‘What’s​ ​wrong?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​looking​ ​into​ ​your​ ​eyes.  

‘I​ ​got​ ​into​ ​a​ ​fight​ ​with​ ​Elena’​ ​you​ ​say.  

‘You​ ​two​ ​looked​ ​happy​ ​a​ ​few​ ​minutes​ ​ago’​ ​he​ ​says​ ​‘was​ ​it…something​ ​I​ ​said?’ 

‘Truthfully,​ ​sort​ ​of.​ ​It​ ​bought​ ​up​ ​something​ ​else’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​vaguely.  

‘What​ ​was​ ​that?’  

‘I’ll​ ​tell​ ​you​ ​sometime’​ ​you​ ​say​ ​‘but,​ ​for​ ​now​ ​can​ ​you​ ​just​ ​distract​ ​me​ ​from​ ​it?’

 ‘How?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​his​ ​face​ ​inches​ ​from​ ​yours.   

Your​ ​hands​ ​shaking,​ ​you​ ​pull​ ​your​ ​t​ ​shirt​ ​over​ ​your​ ​head,​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​standing​ ​there​ ​in​ ​your navy​ ​blue​ ​lace​ ​bra.​ ​You​ ​see​ ​Klaus’​ ​eye’s​ ​widen,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​say​ ​again​ ​‘distract​ ​me.’  

He​ ​crashes​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​into​ ​yours,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​sparks​ ​erupt​ ​through​ ​you.​ ​His​ ​hands​ ​wander around​ ​your​ ​shoulders​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​back,​ ​undoing​ ​the​ ​catch​ ​of​ ​your​ ​bra​ ​and​ ​removing​ ​it​ ​in one​ ​swift​ ​move,​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​bare​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​breaks​ ​away​ ​from​ ​the​ ​kiss​ ​and​ ​casts​ ​his eyes​ ​downwards,​ ​murmuring​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​beautiful’​ ​before​ ​kissing​ ​you​ ​again,​ ​this​ ​time​ ​harder. He​ ​cups​ ​your​ ​breasts​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hands,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​softly​ ​into​ ​his​ ​lips,​ ​as​ ​your​ ​fingers​ ​fiddle with​ ​the​ ​hem​ ​of​ ​his​ ​black​ ​t​ ​shirt.​ ​You​ ​pull​ ​it​ ​quickly​ ​over​ ​his​ ​head,​ ​growing​ ​wet​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of his​ ​toned​ ​chest​ ​and​ ​the​ ​feeling​ ​of​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​on​ ​your​ ​breasts,​ ​which​ ​have​ ​replaced​ ​his​ ​hands.​ ​He slides​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​hips,​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​skirt​ ​and​ ​panties,​ ​and​ ​lifts​ ​you​ ​up​ ​so​ ​that his​ ​head​ ​is​ ​in​ ​between​ ​your​ ​thighs,​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​draped​ ​around​ ​his​ ​shoulders.  

He​ ​plants​ ​small​ ​kisses​ ​on​ ​your​ ​inner​ ​thighs,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​tremble​ ​under​ ​his​ ​touch,​ ​before licking​ ​a​ ​small​ ​strip​ ​along​ ​your​ ​clit.  

‘Klaus’​ ​you​ ​moan,​ ​begging​ ​him​ ​to​ ​do​ ​something.​ ​He​ ​looks​ ​up​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​smirks​ ​before slipping​ ​into​ ​your​ ​entrance​ ​with​ ​his​ ​tongue.​ ​He​ ​begins​ ​to​ ​suck​ ​on​ ​it,​ ​swirling​ ​your​ ​arousal​ ​as he​ ​does​ ​so.  

‘Fuck​ ​Klaus’​ ​you​ ​groan,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​rubs​ ​your​ ​swollen​ ​clit​ ​in​ ​figures​ ​of​ ​eight​ ​while​ ​his​ ​mouth​ ​works, the​ ​friction​ ​making​ ​you​ ​grind​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​into​ ​his​ ​tongue,​ ​desperate​ ​for​ ​more.​ ​He​ ​makes​ ​a​ ​low humming​ ​sound​ ​and​ ​the​ ​vibrations​ ​travel​ ​through​ ​your​ ​body,​ ​causing​ ​you​ ​even​ ​more pleasure.​ ​He​ ​switches​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​with​ ​his​ ​tongue,​ ​sucking​ ​on​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pushes​ ​them into​ ​you,​ ​hitting​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​over​ ​and​ ​over.  

‘Yes,​ ​keep​ ​going,​ ​mmm,​ ​just​ ​like​ ​that’​ ​you​ ​moan.​ ​You​ ​run​ ​your​ ​fingers​ ​through​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​and arch​ ​your​ ​back​ ​upwards,​ ​still​ ​balanced​ ​on​ ​his​ ​shoulders.  

‘I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​you​ ​warn​ ​him​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​nearing​ ​your​ ​end.​ ​He​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​move​ ​his fingers​ ​even​ ​faster,​ ​bringing​ ​your​ ​orgasm​ ​closer.  

FUCK,​ ​Klaus’​ ​you​ ​scream,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​release​ ​into​ ​his​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​slowly​ ​slips​ ​his fingers​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​using​ ​his​ ​tongue​ ​to​ ​lick​ ​your​ ​juices​ ​from​ ​you​ ​as​ ​your​ ​orgasm​ ​rocks​ ​your body.​ ​When​ ​he’s​ ​finished​ ​he​ ​straightens​ ​up,​ ​quickly​ ​removing​ ​his​ ​jeans​ ​and​ ​boxers,​ ​hissing​ ​at the​ ​cold​ ​air​ ​hitting​ ​his​ ​hard​ ​member.​ ​You​ ​take​ ​his​ ​cock​ ​in​ ​your​ ​hand,​ ​pumping​ ​him​ ​and causing​ ​him​ ​to​ ​moan​ ​as​ ​you​ ​guide​ ​him​ ​towards​ ​your​ ​entrance.​ ​Without​ ​warning​ ​he​ ​slams into​ ​you,​ ​giving​ ​you​ ​no​ ​time​ ​to​ ​adjust.   

Moans​ ​escape​ ​your​ ​lips,​ ​half​ ​from​ ​pleasure​ ​and​ ​half​ ​from​ ​pain,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​into​ ​you​ ​faster.  

‘Y/N’​ ​he​ ​groans​ ​‘oh,​ ​fuck,​ ​shit.’  

You​ ​kiss​ ​him​ ​down​ ​his​ ​neck​ ​and​ ​across​ ​his​ ​chest,​ ​still​ ​pinned​ ​between​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​and​ ​his​ ​body. His​ ​moans​ ​grow​ ​louder​ ​and​ ​the​ ​veins​ ​under​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​become​ ​prominent​ ​as​ ​you​ ​tighten around​ ​him.​ ​Without​ ​warning​ ​he​ ​pulls​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you​ ​completely,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​at​ ​the​ ​loss​ ​of friction,​ ​before​ ​spinning​ ​you​ ​around​ ​and​ ​slamming​ ​back​ ​into​ ​you.  

‘KLAUS’​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​at​ ​the​ ​new​ ​angle,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​hits​ ​your​ ​sweet​ ​spot.​ ​The​ ​feeling​ ​overtakes​ ​your whole​ ​body,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​forget​ ​about​ ​Elena​ ​and​ ​the​ ​fact​ ​that​ ​people​ ​might​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​you​ ​as he​ ​pushes​ ​in​ ​and​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​moan​ ​each​ ​other’s​ ​names​ ​as​ ​you​ ​reach​ ​your​ ​ends.   

‘I’m​ ​so​ ​close’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.  

‘Me​ ​too’​ ​he​ ​growls,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​him​ ​start​ ​to​ ​lose​ ​his​ ​rhythm​ ​as​ ​he​ ​orgasms,​ ​which​ ​sends you​ ​over​ ​the​ ​edge​ ​as​ ​well.​ ​He​ ​slows​ ​down,​ ​moving​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you​ ​for​ ​a​ ​little​ ​longer​ ​and​ ​then pulling​ ​out​ ​and​ ​giving​ ​your​ ​swollen​ ​lips​ ​another​ ​hard​ ​kiss.  

You​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​to​ ​face​ ​him​ ​in​ ​the​ ​dark​ ​room,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​your​ ​breath,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​blurt​ ​out​ ​‘I’m​ ​in love​ ​with​ ​you.’​ ​The​ ​words​ ​are​ ​sweet​ ​on​ ​your​ ​lips,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​smile​ ​at​ ​him,​ ​not​ ​feeling​ ​the​ ​fear that​ ​you​ ​did​ ​before.​ ​‘That’s​ ​why​ ​we​ ​were​ ​fighting’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​‘because​ ​I’m​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​you.’  

He​ ​lowers​ ​his​ ​head​ ​to​ ​speak​ ​into​ ​your​ ​ear;​ ​‘apologize​ ​to​ ​Elena,​ ​she’ll​ ​forgive​ ​you.​ ​And​ ​it’ll​ ​all be​ ​alright​ ​love;​ ​because​ ​I’m​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​you​ ​too.’  

‘What​ ​if​ ​she​ ​doesn’t​ ​forgive​ ​me?’​ ​you​ ​whisper​ ​back.  

‘She​ ​will​ ​love.​ ​And​ ​if​ ​she​ ​doesn’t,​ ​then​ ​why​ ​don’t​ ​you​ ​take​ ​a​ ​walk​ ​on​ ​the​ ​wild​ ​side​ ​of​ ​life​ ​with me?’  

‘I​ ​couldn’t​ ​think​ ​of​ ​anything​ ​better’​ ​you​ ​smile

How My Heart Reads Divide...

Decided to put all of my Ed Sheeran Divide feels/vibes/reviews in one post:

1)  Eraser is a song that left me openmouthed and a little emotionally confused. The lyrical sharpness was like glass and I felt like I kind of understood why Ed took a year off. It is white noise on edge anger simmering below the surface of a whiskey glass or behind a thin curtain of some other deadly vice that helps to numb the price of fame. It’s saying I’m fine but really rocking backwards and forwards within yourself on the floor in a mess of self doubt and regret and just…It’s raw honesty and pride and pretty lies that are more palatable than the harsh truths he delivers within the guise of a steely F64 stream of consciousness ‘what the hell am I doing’It’s heads in hands and excess and the reality of dreams that were born from records and roadtrips and wondering how on earth you ended up here. It’s a little jaded but it’s also a red flag, the moments in life when your brain is steadily inching towards danger but is perhaps able to prevent itself from falling at the last second. It’s realising that perfection is not attainable and that everyone has scars but it’s also about learning to dance with the skeletons in your closet and beating a path for yourself no matter what.

2) Castle On The Hill  sounds like its roots were tended by U2. It’s watching the sun rise from rooftops and rolling down hills. It’s playfights between couples where you laugh so hard you cry. It’s nostalgia and records and country lanes and cars and dancing in the rain. It’s holding hands and walking through villages where you know everyone by name.  It’s cups of tea, nicknames and muddy English football matches. It’s board games and Sunday roasts and long kisses, leaning against brick walls. It’s radiant smiles and having a song and banter between friends. It’s falling in love hard and wholly where everything is like a film reel from a 50′s movie. It’s feeling infinite and having mates and loves who are forever. 

3) Dive - I’m getting really big Stevie Wonder vibes. It’s bluesy with the hooked teeth of a guitar straight into your heart. It’s ragged desperate heartbreak and knowing you feel the stirrings of a person entering your inner world but being scared to jump over the cliff with them. It’s looking into their eyes after the beginnings of something that makes your heart race and saying “dammit I need to know you’re not going to break my heart.”

4) Shape Of You is all first dates and burning liquor and laughs in a crowded bar. It’s stumbling home through wet streets and slow dancing in the doorway. It’s hands in hair and running from a restaurant because you couldn’t pay. It’s watching the breaths of a lover in the dawn. It’s counting the freckles that adorn their stomach and back. It’s lingerie and home cooked meals and Netflix marathons and lazy Sundays when you realise you’ve fallen a little too far so all that you can do is keep falling hard.

5) Perfect is first dances and falling hard. It’s buying a ring because you look over one day and you think “If you walked away, my heart wouldn’t survive. I want to love you for every moment that I’m still alive (I’m writing this through a haze of emotion because this sums up every hope and dream I’ve ever had of the person who’ll love me despite all my hard stuff - wheelchair/anxiety/depression) This song is… true love. I’m going to go ahead and say that I think it’s true that that it’s better than Thinking Out Loud…)

6) Galway Girl is Irish af. I like to think of it as a flashback to the beginning of the Perfect ^^^ love story. It’s catchy and makes me want to do a jig. It reminds me of my parents and my aunties and cousins and uncles and sisters. It’s a clan song. It’s a chance meeting and having pieces fall into place from the very first day. 

7) Happier - AARGH. This is every feeling ever when the person you love even if only from afar seems happier with someone that isn’t you and you know you could do a better job but they might never look your way… I’ll be here, waiting always. 

8) New Man is a bit of 90′s R & B vibes. It’s a hip hop infused ode for what happens when the person who was a part of your heart comes running to you when a new relationship starts. It’s watching them change in front of your eyes for other guys (or girls) and it’s realising you don’t know who a person is anymore. It’s waves of history breaking upon a foreign shore. It’s losing maps to people you thought you knew like the back of your hand… It’s realising that they still want you in a way but it’s too late. 

9) Hearts Don’t Break Around Here is “Yes I’m in love and I want to shout from the rooftops.” It’s the little moments of a couple’s relationship. It’s realising that you’ll look to every day of growing old and the love story you get to live. All I can say is Jesus Christ Cherry, he loves you and it makes me so happy ❤️

10) What Do I Know is Ed’s way of saying Shit maybe they were right… that I saved 2017. He is bringing us all together, a crowd of colours and lives and lover types. No matter who you are, there’s a story on this album for you… It’s a carelessly casual man looking in, saying Fuck you, your walls will never keep us out. We’ll be screaming the words to this music, united and proud. 

11)  How Would You Feel is all butterflies and pure intoxicating love. It’s a girl wearing her boyfriend’s shirt and regular good morning texts. The soft secretive kisses in a car and casually intimate caresses. It’s meeting the family for the first time and imagining one of your own. It’s looking at a person off guard, saying “I love you” and feeling like that person’s your home.

12) Supermarket Flowers is about Ed’s maternal grandmother and it’s making me think of Nana who joined the angels three years ago and… 😭 I miss you so much. I hope you’d be proud of us x.

13) Barcelona is  dancing it out with people who share your heart. It’s Spanish carnival Latin vibes. It makes me think of  girls in deep red skirts and men with roses between their teeth. It’s music in your blood and floating away when you dance. It’s the magic moments of a party where you feel like moments could last forever. Who wants to meet me in Barcelona 😜

14) Bibia Be Ye Ye gives me immediate carnival vibes. It’s infused with the melodies of Africa so I can only assume this was his Ghana project. It’s nights of madness and vibrant colours and familiar strangers who dance on tables and offer you liquor. It’s the feeling I get every time I go to a concert or to a new country, the ideas of exploration and self discovery and stories that will make you ache with laughter years later as you look back on the Polaroids. 

15) Nancy Mulligan with its fiddles and it’s heart of true Irish blood makes me feel like I’m sitting at an impromptu gathering of musicians around my granny’s fire back home in Galway. It’s sepia photographs and wild cliffs and grandparents whose eyes shine with the fires of their youth as they tell you this story. It’s emerald hills and words in an ancient tongue. It’s a more modern Romeo & Juliet. It’s knowing that love transcends everything and you can have anything if you just have love.

 16) Save Yourself  has me gasping for air, my heart broken.
This song is all helping others only to have them treat you like you’re less than the dirt on their shoe. It has me thinking of savage wolves who want to tear you down but still expect you to smile. It’s despair and anxiety and depression with the quiet steady voice of strength that somehow by the tiniest of miracles keeps getting back up. It’s knowing you need to save yourself by loving all the broken parts of you but not really being sure how to do it.

OH MY GOD THIS RECORD IS SHEER BRILLIANCE. I hope you love my review (Sorry it’s so long!!!)

What’s Yours is Mine

Summary: Sam and Dean enjoy sharing each other’s clothes.

Warning: Smut, blow jobs, anal sex

Word Count: 3150

A/N: I enjoyed writing this request so much! Hope you all like it, too! XOXO


Sam’s been wearing Dean’s hand-me-down clothes since he was born. In every one of Dean’s childhood memories, he can see Sam wearing his old clothes, sleeves too long, waistbands too loose, stray threads sticking out at the seams.

But when Sam hits puberty, they start fitting almost perfectly. Sam’s a little skinnier than Dean, but it never really shows in the clothing. Proper fit didn’t stop Sam from hating them, though.

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  • [Viktor Krum walks into the crowded bar]
  • Pansy: Hey Granger...
  • Hermione: Yeah?
  • Pansy: Krum Single?
  • Hermione: Last I checked, why?
  • Pansy: Good. I mean I feel like I'd try either way but I'm glad he's single because I’m going to climb that like a tree. [downs her drink and goes to find Krum in the crowd]
  • Hermione: [sips her drink] ... I think Viktor will like being climbed like a tree.
Weak (Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Word Count: 1726

Summary:  The reader and Bucky are best friends. Flirtatious best friends, but best friends nonetheless. But sometimes, Bucky can’t control his feelings, and neither can the reader.

A/N: OMGOMGOGMOGOMGOMG. Oh my god. Bucky. you already know. I hope you guys enjoy this! as always, i had so much fun writing it but it was super amplified because BUCKY!!


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Parallel Universe: Exhibit A

Could you create the world in FtWD VIII? “You would have walked into my bar one summer night,” Elyza whispered as hips moved against her own, wanting to go again. “I would have seen you and fallen in love, but played it overly cool. Invited you back to mine. Fucked you til sun up and sent you on your way.” Please. And thank you for your work.

“Yeah, yeah, I swear I go to class,” she muttered, meandering around the back dock in small, lazy circles as she mumbled into the phone balanced on her shoulder. “I’m not working too many hours. I’m getting it all done, I swear.”

On the other end, a woman fret and tried to make sure the bartender kept up with her studies, all while still on the other side of the world. It made Elyza smile, despite the roll of her eyes to each mundane, motherly question.

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