everything moves in the arms of melody

The Labyrinth Chapter 5

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Length: 2836

Plot: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into. 

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer ||

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Out of my league | Archie x Reader | Request (Riverdale)

Request: “I think I’m in love with you” (19) combined with ‘Tell me what’s wrong?“ (7) and “are youn gonna eat this?” (10).

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Summary: The reader is in love with Archie but for her, she’s not good enough for him.

OUT OF MY LEAGUE.

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

She hasn’t seen him all the summer, nor caught a glimpse of him. Apparently, he had been too busy working for his father’s company and he even cancelled on the road trip he had to do with Jughead on July 4th. Nobody has seen him, until the last day of summer.

She was invited with Kevin to Betty’s house for the last free night before school. She was seating on the bed, watching Netflix when Kevin exclaimed:

“Oh, my God. Game-changer. Archie got hot!”

That’s when she saw him. Half-naked as he was putting his shirt on before he turned the light off and went out of his room. His name was Archie Andrews and she was in love with him since kindergarten. But sadly, Betty had been here the first, before her. As Kevin said to Veronica “Betty and Archie aren’t dating, but they were endgame.” She had always been in the background.

She was there at the dance in the memory of Jason, when Veronica forced Betty’s hand to ask Archie out. When they danced together and she told her about her feelings. Her feelings that he denied. After all, maybe it wasn’t Archie and Betty. Maybe it was Archie and her.

She was also there to notice the weird attitude of Archie towards Miss Grundy. When he ran after her in the corridors or the fact he decided to give his life for the music, that he was so angry because the school’s music teacher refused to teach him how to make music. So, when the truth was told, that Archie said he was having an affair with that woman, she wasn’t even surprised. It just hurt her more and broke her heart into pieces. She wasn’t Miss Grundy or whatever her true identity was. She was less confident, less beautiful. But from one day to the next, the music teacher packed her bags and broke up with Archie. She left Riverdale forever.

That’s why she had not expected the late night visit of Archie Andrews at her house around one A.M, the exact same night. She heard three knocks at her windows and thought it was Kevin or Veronica who had trouble sleeping. Instead, she saw him with his guitar on his back and a smile on his face when she finally opened the windows to let him in.

"Archie? What are you doing in? Do you know what time is it?”

"I’m sorry to sneak into your room like that but I had to talk to someone and I immediately thought of you.”

"But… What about Jughead? Or Betty?”

"Well… We’re not really getting along these days. Still, I wanted to talk to you. I miss you.”

"Oh. You can come in.” She laughed But are going to eat this? I’m craving some burgers right now.” She pointed to the paper bag with the Pop’s logo on it.

“Here, it’s for you. I ordered your favourite.”

And they talked for hours and hours. They talked about everything and nothing, he told her any details of what happened this summer, how music became a part of his life, what he felt when he was playing, that he allowed him to express his feelings, things he never said to anyone.

"I’ve composed my first song just before the summer. Just after we went to the fair. Do you remember?”

Of course she did. Very well. All the gang were supposed to the funfair that settled in a town next to Riverdale for a week. But suddenly, Betty declined because of something to do with Polly and Kevin had a family diner. Jughead was just not the kind of person to go to the funfair. It was just the two of them. She spent the most amazing night her life, with the man she loved. She even thought he was trying to make some moves when she was in his arms during the ghost train and he kissed the top of his head while intertwined their fingers. She felt safe for him, being in the arms of Archie. But sadly, everything had an end.

He was now playing a melodious song that he wrote, his voice resonating in her room like a siren call. He was singing about a girl, about her beauty and her eyes that he couldn’t forget and haunted him when he closed his. He was saying he couldn’t ask her out as she was totally out of his league and was reduced to be his friend and stay in his line.

Sadly, she wasn’t this girl. He was fantasizing about some Miss Grundy’s type of girl and she was pretty sure he was talking about Cheryl or one of the Riven Dixens. According to her, they were the only one to be out of the league of Archie and still, with the body he got this summer, he was the one who became out of her own league. She remembered that Archie has ever been a good 9 out of 10 while she was describing herself as a 5 on a scale of 10.

When he finished the song, he looked at her with his brown eyes and she couldn’t avoid what she said next:

“Archie…I…”

But she stopped. She was not allowed to do that. She didn’t want to be humiliated and lived what Betty experienced a few weeks ago.

"He. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

Everything was wrong. And she started crying. With what was happening in town, the death of Jason Blossom, the police’ researches, the destruction of the Drive In, the fact their gang wasn’t one anymore. And that never, Archie Andrews was going to see her as more than a friend. She couldn’t stop crying in front of the red haired boy who was looking at her not knowing what to do.

“What’s wrong? Oh Archie, the problem is that I think I’m in love with you. She said in her mind, but instead she sobbed even more.

She didn’t know that on his side, Archie was feeling the same and was hoping he got the nerves and the confidence to ask her out.

I sat on the kitchen counter and watched her fiddle around as she cooked breakfast. Even at 22, she chooses to dress in that damn unicorn onesie every Saturday morning and I grin at the memory of every Saturday we had together and my constant teasing. The onesie she is wearing is definitely the same as the one she wore while we were in high school as my eyes raked over her body and took in her much more defined features before settling on that –

“Stop looking at me like that.” I only smirked and slowly raised my eyes, purposely stopping at her lips before giving eye contact.

“Like what?” I asked innocently.

“Like you want to kiss me.” She said bluntly.

“Trust me,” I husked out, “I’m trying.”

“No you’re not.” She laughed.

“No I’m really not.”

Silence fell between us as we both maintained eye contact. I jumped off the counter. “Do you want me to kiss you?” I whispered.

“No.”

“Ok. Can I kiss you anyway?” I pulled my hair out of the ponytail I had it in and ruffled it around, I bit my lip and looked at my girlfriend. Her eyes were slowly travelling up my body before stopping on my chest (I should note I have a v-neck on and no bra).

“Yes.”

I took two strides forward and cupped her face in my hands. I leaned forward and stopped just a mere inch away, my eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips back to her eyes again but they soon fluttered close as I closed the gap and let my heart take control. My heart which guided our lips together like the conductor of an orchestra and the result was beautiful as everything came together in one perfect melody. The kiss hummed through my body as I felt the woman I love wrap her arms around me and pull me in closer. My hands moved from her cheeks up top to the cheeks down below and I gave it a strong squeeze, it elicited a moan out her mouth which I swallowed with a deeper kiss, soon her hands were travelling beneath my shirt and stopped directly on my boobs and just as I pulled away slightly to take a breath she immediately pressed her hands against my chest. Hard. A loud groan fell out my mouth before I growled and trapped her lips between mine once more.

I pulled away slowly and sighed. She kissed my nose causing me to scrunch it up slightly. “You’re so cute.” She giggled. I opened my mouth to argue my badassery but she cut me off with another kiss to my nose. “You’re not a badass, you’re too cute.” I chuckled and rested my hands on her waist. “I’m only cute for you.”

“I know.” My girl said before pulling me in for another kiss. “My cute, self-proclaimed badass, girlfriend.”

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write // j.r
Cute  [ iii ]

h2ovanoss fic - pastel!punk! highschool au
warnings: swearing, still shitty humour, a lot of gay stuff
3820 words
part three

3.

“Jonathon!” The music teacher’s voice cut the violinist’s playing, walking up to him as the rest of the room continued in an ugly chorus of sounds. He flinched, the moment he’d been dreading all day creeping up and looming above him in the form of Ms Rathe. Her black eyes watched him carefully as he reluctantly pulled out his assignment, or what was left of it. She could only sigh. “What happened?” She pulled the shredded pages from his hands and looked over them.

He ducked his head. “My cat got a hold of it, Miss. I’m so sorry, she doesn’t usually stray up to my room and I didn’t expect her to get the paper.” His words came out regretfully and he glanced up at her disappointed features, pretending not to notice the curious chocolate orbs that watched from across the room.

She just shook her head. “I’ll email you another copy to print out and I need it on my desk on Monday, Smith. You have had far too long.” He nodded rapidly, eager to be left alone to continue practicing, and push the thought of the work out of his mind. “For your lateness also I want you in here for extra practice at lunch tomorrow.”

His shoulders dropped and head fell back in a silent groan after she turned to walk away. When he lifted his head and rubbed at his face, he locked eyes with the drummer. The boy stared for a few seconds, not caring to look away from Jon stared right back, getting redder and redder by the second.

“Fong! Stop staring off into space and maybe try hitting the drums with those sticks, instead of your knees!” Evan’s eyes widened, darting to the teacher as he stopped tapping the wooden stick against his leg. “I’ll be seeing you here at lunch tomorrow too.” A loud, off tune noise blurted from the woodwind section, Brian dropping his trombone to his knees and bending over to cough violently. The teacher frowned at him. “Just for that awful sound, you can join the both of them.” She swept to the front of the room, ignoring the Irish boy who slowly regained his ability to breathe properly. Little choked out giggles left his lungs in uneven spurts, causing more coughing and less breathing.

Jon let his head fall to the stand in front of him, groaning audibly this time. He heard the drum kit start up, and after another few moments, an extra trombone added to the mix.

He had an hour with Brian and Evan. An hour likely full of torment and teasing and a very red face.

“Jonathon! This class time is for you to play your instrument, not sleep on your stand.”

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Ribbons of Flame - Chapter One

Originally posted by chertovskii

A/N: I’m so unbelievably excited to finally be putting up chapter one of my very first ACOTAR fic for you all. I’ve had this idea for quite a bit and finally started writing it a few months ago. I’ve got four chapters written already, so if you want more please let me know. 

I basically thrive off comments and words of encouragement so if you want to read more or liked any part of this please let me know in anyway you can. 

I’m tagging: @crazybookladythings @high-lady-of-perranth @foxboy-lucien @revogybrad @night-and-stars-eternal @mayhemories @escapingtheconstrictingboxes @little-witchling-of-velaris @theoptomisticwolfgirl  @writtenbyourstruly @highladyfxyre @it-el @purpleboybunny @ilikebigbooks-and-icannotlie 

If you would like to be tagged in future chapters or would like to continue being tagged let me know. If you were tagged and don’t want to be I won’t tag you if you don’t say anything. 


Description: Lucien has a little sister but no one knows of her except her loving mother, cruel father and other older brothers and members of the hellish Autumn Court. Eleanor “Ella” Vanserra has grown up in the Autumn Court under the cruel hand of her father and High Lord Beron. Once a bright and happy young girl she’s become a shell of who she once was. When Lucien discovers this new family will he and the inner circle be able to rescue her from the cruel fate the Mother gave her. 

Trigger Warning: Physical and emotional abuse

Words: 3186

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Popular | Chapter 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Avenger!Reader

Prompt: Tony has made a bet to see who could end up with the most fans, out of the Avengers, by the end of the month. Bucky takes it just to piss Sam off and Reader really wants to prove that she isn’t the least popular. Bucky and Reader team up to be a fake couple in order to beat the other Avengers, agreeing to split the prize at the end. Will it all work out?

A/N: I really liked how this turned out! Hope you all do as well. The last few chapters are coming along. This should be finished before I start school again, so look forward to that! Feedback always welcome.

Warnings: Some cursing and a lot of mixed emotions. Feels, watch out.

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Originally posted by lethal-desires

Your True Feelings

The rolling clouds didn’t help at all with your plans to salvage what was left of your planned relationship. Nevertheless, you took a deep breath and gently placed the picnic cloth down. Even the red and white checkers seemed duller beneath the gray sky. Bucky sat down while you smoothed out the edges.

“Lovely day for a picnic, huh?” He joked. You chuckled through a tight smile. Things were so bad. You might have made up, but what was the point? No matter how hard you tried, there was no dispelling the rumors. Tons of messages poured in daily about how Bucky was cheating, and your ratings have only increased a little bit.

He helped you spread out some small dishes. “Seventh time’s the charm,” you hum. Your vibrant sundress was pooled around you, despite the lack of sun in the sky.

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Tips for pianists

Okay. So. If you’re a pianist (although most of these tips would work for other instrumentalists as well) who basically knows how to play things (read notes and stuff) and you want to get even better, compete, go into performance as a major, etc., here are some tips for you!

  • First, copy your pages. Always copy your pages. On the copy, you can write in anything you need to write in, and you can still use the original book or whatever for competitions and stuff.
  • Write in literally anything you need. Do not consider yourself above this- it’s good and healthy to write in notes that you’re having trouble with, translations of any Latin tempo/dynamic markings, character changes, etc. In fact, you’ll feel MUCH prouder to play the piece correctly with no missed notes than to keep your music free of markings and slop through the piece. I promise you. I still have trouble with this.
  • Yeah, translate everything that’s not in English. Even if you know the word off the top of your head (like ritardando or the like), it will still help you tremendously.
  • Find your phrasing. Analyze your piece and find where the phrases head, where they climax, and where they stop. Write that in as well- draw lines, squiggles, a diagram if it helps.
  • SCALES AND ARPEGGIOS. Hanon and (later) Czerny will also help. Yes, these are monotonous and boring, but they are SO important for technique. Also practice trilling!
  • Do not bang on the piano unless your music literally says “bang on the piano”.
  • One of the toughest things about playing piano is that you’re often playing multiple melodies at the same time (it’s rarely just melody-right-hand, accompaniment-left-hand). ALL of these melodies will have peaks and builds of their own, and this something that needs to be conveyed by the performer. See above.
  • TECHNIQUE AND MUSICALITY ARE EQUALLY IMPORTANT! KEEP YOURSELF BALANCED!
  • Take criticism graciously and develop from it!
  • Do not be stiff, but keep body/arm movement to a minimum. Don’t move unless your movement has a purpose, and if it helps your sound. Don’t flap your arms like a chicken! It’s just not necessary!
  • Everything is relative. Everything. Forte does not always mean exactly the same thing in every case, and neither does allegro. Explore context thoroughly.
  • CHARACTER. Every type of piece is different- you don’t want to play a Bach fugue like you’d play a Chopin nocturne. Keep this in mind when you’re adding musicality to your performance. Do some research!
  • Ideally, you’ll want to learn the notes, ornamentations, and character nooks and crannies all at the same time. If this is not possible (and it rarely is), learn the notes first, but be sure that it’s not TOO stuck in your head that way, and that you’ll have room to improve it and add to it and make it more musical.
  • Be both humble and vain. Remember that the composer is the real genius here, but ALSO remember that without you, the performer, the piece would be just black marks on paper. (Just keep your ego at a reasonable size, yeah?)
  • Learn notes correctly! If you find you’ve learned a note wrong, iron it out as soon as you can!
  • Be cool.
  • Keep your thumbs off of the black keys as much as you can. Thumbs on black keys lead to horribly awkward and uncomfortable fingerings; plus, it’s just really easy for your thumb to slip off.
  • Two-note slurs are always long-short, or loud-soft. Keep in mind that, once again, this is relative, and that, obviously, in a quiet piece, the first note of the two-note slur will not literally be “loud”.
  • Lift (a bit) after every slur. Phrase; be musical about it.
  • IT IS MORE IMPORTANT TO BE ABLE TO PLAY SOFTLY THAN LOUDLY. Anyone can play loudly. What’s most important here is to be able to contrast, and to be able to build and release.
  • A quick attack on the key, though loud, is almost always less effective (and more obnoxious) than a full sinking into the key. Use your arms and wrists if you need to get that full, beautiful sound, and take your time.
  • The MAIN MELODY gets precedence. Everything else takes a backseat. Do not let your left hand overpower your right if the left hand does not have the main melody. I still struggle with this. (Although I’m also left-handed.)
  • Perform your piece for people before you have to perform it for real. You may run into the problem of “I had this earlier, I can do this perfectly, I just did it earlier, why can’t I do this in front of people?” It just takes a little more ironing out of quirks, and a few more times in front of people. Grab a friend and have them listen to you, then maybe a couple more. Eventually, you’ll be able to do it in front of a crowd!
  • Grace notes/apoggiaturas go ON the beat if the piece you’re working is Baroque or Classical, and BEFORE the beat if the piece you’re working is Romantic or Contemporary. Generally. See below.
  • Watch/listen to performances of the piece you’re working by famous pianists. Take notes. Find things you like and things you don’t about each performance, and gradually formulate how you’d like to perform your piece. (Don’t try to copy someone else’s performance, though.)
  • When taking a repeat, do not perform the chunk of music the exact same way. Mostly, you’ll get repeats in Baroque/Classical music, where dynamic markings are relatively scarce- throw in a bit dynamic rubato, though, again, keep it moderate. (Careful with tempo rubato, though, as you may go overboard- Baroque/Classical isn’t as self-consciously Emotional with a capital E as Romantic/Contemporary simply because it was more often written as part of a job then as a personal channel of emotions.)
  • When you’re taking a piece of music that doesn’t have a repeat sign, but is basically the same chunk of music you just played, it’s usually an “echo”. You’ll want to play this bit a little softer, usually. Again, listen to other performances and see what they do with it.
  • ROLLED CHORDS ARE YOUR BEST FRIEND. Especially in Liszt pieces or such, you’re going to come across some chords that require a REALLY wide handspan, and most of the time you might not be able to hit them in one strike. Take full advantage of rolled chords, and do it graciously!
  • Drink water.
  • When you end a piece, bring both hands AND the pedal up all at the same time, and do so graciously. You are a dancer.
  • If you begin to feel pain in your hands, wrists, or arms, STOP playing. Just stop. YOU ARE NOT WEAK FOR DOING THIS. If you continue, you could end up injuring yourself and never get to play again, and we certainly wouldn’t want that!
  • Take breaks. Don’t burn yourself out. (But don’t let your breaks get out of control!)
  • Make yourself a practicing schedule. Try to practice once every day and keep your skill up.
  • Again, it’s okay to write in whatever you need to, as long as it’s on the copy. For example, if you need to write in high or low ledger-line notes just so you know what they are, totally do that! If you need to circle accidentals, or notes that are altered in the key signature, by all means, do it! You’ll save yourself A LOT of trouble.
  • Keep your copied music in a binder.
  • VERY IMPORTANT: You do not have to go full-tempo on your first sightread, or ever after until you feel comfortable with it! It’s not worth it!
  • When it comes time to memorize, memorize backwards. I’m serious. Start at the end and go backwards in chunks, memorizing until the end, until you’ve got the whole piece down. Especially if it’s a really complex piece like a Bach fugue. I know it may be a bit harder to do this (not to mention really tedious) because it’s harder to find starting points than stopping points, but it’s totally worth it. Memorizing backwards almost completely eliminates the “oh man, what comes next?” problem, because you’ll know what comes next far more often than if you went the usual route and memorized forwards. Trust me, if you’ve run through the piece enough that it’s time to memorize it, you’ll know the beginning; if you’re able to memorize backwards, you’ll basically be able to start at any point in the piece and kinda fall into it, something that’s much harder if you do it the other way (tempting as it is). The middle is still going to be the part of the piece you know the least well, but it will be less of a problem, I promise.
  • When you have memorized a piece, there will be a period where sometimes you’ll have it and sometimes you won’t. Practice your piece every time you sit down to practice, at least once with the music in front of you and twice without. This is just about foolproof.
  • Rubato is your friend, but not your best friend. Don’t go overboard, especially with tempo rubato, in Baroque/Classical. Keep it rhythmic, even if it fluctuates.
  • When you’re ready to perform, make sure you’ve warmed up and gone through your piece a couple of times. Then, if they give you warmup time (like if it’s a competition or something), don’t take it lightly! Warm up a little more on the piano on which you’re going to be performing. See exactly what you can do with dynamics, pedals, etc., and check where the balance is on the piano (normally it’ll lean towards the low end, but check the middle and high as well), and check the acoustics in the room. Make mental notes, and adjust your playing accordingly.
  • Relax.
  • Personally connect to the piece. Most pieces you’ll play will be great ways to channel negative energy of any sort. Do it. Beats drugs anyday.
  • I’ll say it one more time- musical accuracy and musicality are more important than your pride. Do what you need to do and don’t feel bad about it. If you need to hammer out what should by anyone else’s definition be a really easy passage, well, it’ll help more to do that than set there and refuse to do it because you don’t want to have to. I still struggle with this.
  • Film yourself and watch it. Take notes of your posture, movement, and overall performance. Then fix.
  • Do not get involved with everyone who asks you to play for them. You will get overwhelmed. (This goes for just about anything, btw.) If you’re a college pianist, like me, you will be asked by many people to accompany them. I personally charge $15 per lesson and performance.
  • Lastly, make sure you enjoy what you’re doing. Piano is work, hard work, long work, tedious work even, but it is absolutely worth it in the end. It’s great to be your parents’ parlor trick, yes, but I’m talking about a recital hall full of applause for a job well done.

I think that’s all I’ve got to say. Please add to this if you have anything else!

Heaven is a place on earth with you.

THE ONE WHERE: Justin and you have a really toxic relationship and you decide to put an end.


It’s you y/n, it’s all for you. Everything I do.-he told me while his hand was positioned on my waist, he was holding tight on me, like if I was going to run away from him at any second.-I tell you all the time baby, heaven is a place on earth with you.-he whispered in my ear, making me smile. His voice sending chills all over my body. Our bodies moved in perfect synchrony, like we were one, while a cute melody kept going on the background. My arms around his neck, my face on his chest, his hands on my waist, he couldn’t be closer to me, and yet, I couldn’t feel him more far away. My eyes were closed, I could feel tears gather in my eyes, even when I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry.

I don’t think I can keep doing it Jay… I want to break up Justin.-I whispered while I kept dancing.- you know being by your side has always been my dream, but being yours it’s getting harder and harder. Honestly, I don’t think we are good for each other, it’s just getting so toxic.-My voice was really calm, at this point I thought I would be crying a river, but there was something about this moment that made me feel so calm.

The night was warm, we were on the top of the Empire State, the same place where he asked me to be his girlfriend almost two years ago. Today he came home after a month of being on tour and not seeing each other, I knew that he could feel how everything was just going wrong with our relationship and he tried to surprise me by making a dinner right here, just like the old times, but everything was just too screwed to be fixed with a great view and a romantic dinner. We barely talked the whole dinner, just like we never talked since almost three months ago. I was wearing a white silk dress, knowing perfectly that he loved me on white and how much he liked that dress on me. Maybe I did it on purpose, I wanted him to remember me in my best, glowing just for him. And God, what can I say about him? He cleaned himself really well, a black suit and a white shirt made him look so fucking good. And his smell… how much I loved his smell. He sighted in desperation, I could notice when he was getting anxious, mad… and right now that was happening. He stopped dancing in such an abruptly way that I didn’t get what was happening until his hand where holding me strong. I could see the tears in his eyes and his jaw not getting relaxed. Our faces were separated only by a few centimeters and the tension could be cut with a knife.

-You’re fucking mine Y/n, you’re only mine. I’m not going to let you go.-His voice was deep and angry and in that moment, the only thing I could do was to look away, I couldn’t see him like that.-Please baby… baby girl, look at me, Y/n! I fucking love you, you’re the reason I carry on every single day, we are meant for each other. Cmon baby, it’s you and me, the perfect couple!

-Jay, can’t you see it?- I started to speak while my eyes found his.- This is not what it used to be! You keep going away, Justin before tonight I haven’t seen you in almost a month, and plus, you keep acting like and ass and you are always so fucking jealous! You always get into fights with my boy friends, you don’t let me talk to anyone or see anyone, while you can go out and get so fucking drunk? I can’t be with you anymore.-My voice was so neutral that I was surprised.

-Y/n you can ask me to do anything, I would quit singing, I can quit the tour, I won’t go out anymore but stay! I’m not going to be able to live without you, they say that the world was built for two and that is only worthy living if somebody is loving you, Y/n you are the one that makes life worth living.-Justin talked but the truth was, nothing he could say could have changed my mind.-Y/n I love you more than I love myself.

-Then you should start loving you more Justin, cause there’s nothing you can say that will make me stay.-I whispered close to his lips before giving him one of the most intense kisses I have ever given. The kiss was full of passion and sadness, I knew there was so much love, but I also knew that I was losing myself in that relationship. He bit my lower lip slowly while his hand kept necking all my body, like if he was trying to memorize it.

-Goodbye Justin…-I said before letting go to the love of my life and walking away from him, not before giving him one last look, he was standing there, he seemed so weak, so tired… so sad.

-You know I’m not that easy, right? I will fight for you Y/n, I don’t care how much I have to wait. You will be mine again.-Justin yelled loud and clear, making me look back. He didn’t look away when our eyes met before I left the place and some part of me knew that’s this wasn’t going to be the last time I saw those eyes.


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Omg guys, I know is so fucking horrible and im really sorry about it but Im so fucking sick and my head is just about to explode so Im sorry it sucks this much. Lots of love, P.

Imagine; Heaven is a place on earth with you.

THE ONE WHERE: Kol and you have a really toxic relationship and you decide to put an end to it. (Based on Video Games by Lana del Rey)

WARNINGS: A bit of sadness but nothing else to worry about.

It’s you y/n, it’s all for you. Everything I do.-he told me while his hand was positioned on my waist, he was holding tight on me, like if I was going to run away from him at any second.-I tell you all the time baby, heaven is a place on earth with you.-he whispered in my ear, making me smile. His voice sending chills all over my body. Our bodies moved in perfect synchrony, like we were one, while a cute melody kept going in the background. My arms around his neck, my face on his chest, his hands on my waist, he couldn’t be closer to me, and yet, I couldn’t feel him farther away from me. My eyes were closed, I could feel tears gather in my eyes, even when I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry.

I don’t think I can keep doing it Kol…-He didn´t say anything and I knew he could listen my heart skip a bit, he didn´t say anything, waiting for me to continue.- I want to break up.-I whispered while I kept dancing.- You know being by your side has always been my dream, but being yours it’s getting harder and harder. Honestly, I don’t think we are good for each other, it’s just getting so toxic, so bad.-My voice was really calm, at this point I thought I would be crying a river, but there was something about this moment that made me feel so calm like I was ready to do this.

The night was warm, we were on the top of the Empire State, the same place where he asked me to be his girlfriend almost two years ago before I went to New Orleans with him. Lately, I was feeling homesick, so I decided a few days away from all the Mikaelson drama would be good for me, so I packed all my stuff and decided it was time for a quick trip to NY, my home. Kol knew about it but he didn´t know I was going away for more than just a few days. Today he came to pay me a visit, after two months of being away and not seeing each other, I knew that he could feel how everything was just going wrong with our relationship and he tried to surprise me by making a dinner right here, just like the old times, but everything was just too screwed to be fixed with a great view and a romantic dinner. We barely talked the whole dinner, just like we never talked since almost two months ago. I was wearing a white silk dress, knowing perfectly that he loved me on white and how much he liked that dress on me. Maybe I did it on purpose, I wanted him to remember me in my best, glowing just for him. And God, what can I say about him? He cleaned himself really well, he knew I always thought that a suit makes him look so fucking good. And his smell… how much I loved his smell. He sighed in desperation, I could notice when he was getting anxious, mad… and right now that was happening. He stopped dancing in such an abruptly way that I didn’t get what was happening until his hand where holding me strong. I could see the tears in his eyes and his jaw not getting relaxed. Our faces were separated only by a few centimeters and the tension could be cut with a knife.

-You’re fucking mine Y/n, you’re only mine. I’m not going to let you go.-His voice was deep and angry and in that moment his face started to change into his vampire face, the veins, the red eyes and hose fangs, the only thing I could do was to look away, I couldn’t see him like that.-Please darling… baby girl, look at me, Y/n! I love you, you’re the reason I carry on every single day, we are meant for each other. Cmon baby, it’s you and me, the perfect couple!

-Kol, can’t you see it?- I started to speak while my eyes found his.- This is not what it used to be! You keep going away to fight your family enemies and I get it, for you, family always comes first and I’ve never complained about it but I can´t be the little girlfriend that  watches how you go away and put yourself in danger, kill others and then wait until someone tells me that my boyfriend is dead, daggered or hurt.-I said when I remembered a funny fact, he couldn´t get killed.-Kol before tonight I haven’t seen you in almost three month, and plus, you keep acting like an ass, you kill people, you´re reckless, careless and I´m just a little human that enjoys the little pleasures of life, you need another reason? You are always so fucking jealous! You always get into fights with my friends, you don’t let me talk to anyone or see anyone, cause guess what? you would kill them while you can keep playing around with your little bitch witch? Sorry love, but I can’t be with you anymore.-My voice was so neutral that I was surprised, I even sounded annoyed.

-Y/n you can ask me to do anything, I would quit my family, I can move from New Orleans, I won’t go out anymore but stay with you, I would never ever leave you alone! I’m not going to be able to live without you, they say that the world was built for two and that is only worth living if somebody is loving you, Y/n you are the one that makes life worth living, in all the thousands of years I´ve been in this world, I have never felt for anyone what I feel for you, not even for Davina..-Kol kept talking but the truth was, nothing he could say could have changed my mind.-Please Darling, I love you more than I love myself.

-Then you should start loving you more Kol, cause there’s nothing you can say that will make me stay.-I whispered close to his lips before giving him one of the most intense kisses I have ever given. The kiss was full of passion and sadness, I knew there was so much love, but I also knew that I was losing myself in that relationship. He bit my lower lip slowly while his hand kept necking all my body, like if he was trying to memorize it.

-Goodbye Kol and thank you…-I said before letting go to the love of my life and walking away from him, not before giving him one last look, he was standing there, he seemed so weak, so tired… so sad.

-You know I’m not that easy, right? I will fight for you Y/n, I don’t care how much I have to wait. You will be mine again.-Kol yelled loud and clear, making me look back. He didn’t look away when our eyes met before I left the place and some part of me knew that’s this wasn’t going to be the last time I saw those eyes.

I’m Sorry ~ D.S

Warning- Gay relationship i shouldn’t have to put this but feel as though it’s necessary , Mentions of abuse

word count- 1.2k

Summary- Ezra James is a 18 year old middle child and has serious feelings for Daniel but with a messy past and possible unmutual feelings, how will this play out?

background info- This is a part in a wattpad story i have so this isn’t the complete fic. Ezra is a sassy but emotional teen and his sister is a YouTuber whom is dating Jack Avery.

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It was a rainy Tuesday in L.A. and the Greene siblings were having a day out. Which unfortunately ended early due to the drizzle from above. Ezra Greene was emotionally tired, he had gotten four hours of sleep within the last two days. He was feeling heavy, his chest was weighing him down. But somehow, he felt empty with his heart weighing a thousand pounds.

How was he so blind to not notice the feelings Ezra had for him? It was as if he was just trying to crush the young man over and over again. He wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to take it anymore, the tug and release of his heart was beginning to be too much for Ezra.

His sister, a short and curvy girl named Melody, noticed the struggling look on his face. She couldn’t help but want to hug her older brother, she hated seeing him in pain but she didn’t know how to fix it.

“Ezzy, what’s wrong?” The younger girl questioned her older brother.

Ezra James Greene was conflicted, he had already told his sister of the crush he had on a certain Why Don’t We boy, but he hadn’t told her of the heartache he had caused him. She was dating this boy’s best friend! But at the end of the day, he knew that if he held it in then it was going to get messy, and he didn’t want to be a mess again. Not like he was the last time.

Ezra looked over to his older brother who was over standing by a tall blonde girl obviously trying to get her number. Any one in the Greene family could tell you the Remus Alexander Greene is a playboy but Alec himself would never admit this. Ezra decided that since his arrogant brother wasn’t paying attention, he could tell his younger sister about him.

“Daniel keeps flirting with me when it’s just us, but when it’s us with the guys then I’m dead meat.” Ezra felt his eyes start to sting from the tears, he couldn’t help it. The pain was there and it just seemed to get worse as the seconds went on. “He’s breaking me, like how Joey did.”

Ezra felt his voice crack as the first drop of salty water fell from his eyes. He started remembering the events that happened with Joey, not that he could ever forget. He remembered the torment, the anxiety he had whenever he was near him, the optimism that Joey was just mad and made a mistake. The naive mindset he had, thinking that after the first time that Joey was never going to lay a hand on him again, but it kept happening. Ezra just thought it was his fault, that was until Mel pulled him out of the depressed state he was in. Suddenly the few tears turned into rivers of emotions, ones he didn’t want to revisit.

Consumed in his own emotions, Ezra didn’t notice his sister place a motherly arm around his shoulders and pulling him into her chest. Ezra rushingly wrapped his arms around his sisters torso and released all the pent up emotions he had out through tears, many tears.

Melody whispered sweet nothings into her brothers ear, reminding him of his worth and that he was loved. Melody felt her heart being dragged down by her brothers sorrow, after everything he had been through, he deserved the world and so much more.

After a few minutes, Ezra was done with his moment of weakness. He gently unraveled himself from his sisters embrace. He decided that it was time to confront his problem head on and move on because to him it was a one sided feeling. He was the one who was trying to be with Daniel, he just didn’t want Ezra in that way. Before her brother could completely pull away, Melody Louise gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He sent her a small smile before walking away with his phone in hand.

‘Hey, meet me at Starbucks on Hollywood blvd. in 5.’ Ezra texted Daniel before starting to walk in that direction. His mind was filled with what-ifs, What if Daniel finally came out to him and liked him? What if Daniel tells him he’s disgusting for having a crush with him? What if Daniel just laughs at him?

Soon he reached the the small coffee shop on the corner of the block. Ezra bought a water and sat down in a booth, running over what he was going to say to the Brunette when he got here. He was so absorbed in thought that he didn’t notice the Seavey boy sit across from him.

“Hey Ezra, what’s up?” The boy across from him asked with a sincere expression on his face. Suddenly, the Greene boy was overcome with anger. How could he just sit there and act like nothing happened between the two of them while Ezra was having a mental breakdown?

“Stop.” Ezra said in a low and raspy voice. It took all of his mental strength not to have an outburst in the middle of the cafe. Daniel had a look of confusion on his face.

“I just got here, I haven’t even gotten a drink.” Daniel said before sending a nervous smile toward the Greene boy. This was what set Ezra James Greene off, he was done trying to be calm. That’s what he did with Joey and he was not going back to being that weak person anymore.

“Stop acting like you don’t know I’m in love with you!” Ezra harshly whispers at the Seavey boy, he continued to let his emotions flow from his heart to his mouth and to Daniel’s ears. “I love the way you are so passionate about your music. I love the way you put others before yourself. I love the way you are with your family. I especially love your tooth gap. And I know that you don’t like me even the least amount in that way but I needed to tell you. I’m tired of being too scared to be open about my feeling for you. I understand if you never want to talk to me again after this.”

The tension between the two of them could have been cut with a knife and Ezra felt his stomach start to bubble with anticipation. When Daniel looked from Ezra’s eyes to the table, Ezra took that as his answer. The Greene boy quickly got to his feet and grabbed his phone and water. He started toward the door with a queasy feeling in his stomach and chest. Tear threatening to spill over from his heartbreak. As he reached for the door to push it open, he heard the voice of the boy he loved call out his name.

“Ezra!” The Greene boy looked over and saw Daniel standing in front of the table they were just seated at. They locked eyes, Daniel’s red and puffy almost matching the tears coming from the Greene boys eyes. Ezra’s begging him to say the three words back to him. That was all he wanted, all he was wishing for. “I’m so sorry.”

Daniel made no move towards him, so instead, The Greene boy shook his head and left the shop with a tear soaked face and a broken heart.

Sometimes what you wish for doesn’t happen and Ezra had to learn that twice now.

Manipulation, subtle swift of currents

Manipulation, subtle swift of currents

Movement underneath my feet,

I’m unaware of the danger lurking beneath the surface.


If you drop a frog into scalding water, it will struggle to save its life.

If you warm the water gradually, imperceptibly, it won’t notice as its insides boil.


An unnecessary comment,

A side-eye glance,

Your voice is slightly strained

Your tone slightly different

Slightly louder,

Your speech resonates in the air

Like an old familiar melody I was never fond of,

Your voice a song played with an out-of-tune guitar,

Every chord seems off, everything seems off but I can’t understand   why

The water is warmer, but it’s OK.

It’s OK.


And you moved towards me today

While humming that cracked melody,

Your movement maybe too sudden,

Maybe too familiar.

(don’t frighten the caged animals)

And maybe I flinched away,

And maybe by “flinched” I mean “I raised my arms over my head and hid my face in the crook of my elbow and cowered and became smaller as you raised your hand and I felt my heartbeat in my throat and I didn’t even realize I was moving”

Then you got mad, what was I thinking? You obviously weren’t going to hurt me.

Tell that to me,

Me when I was a kid

I dare you

And you said you never hurt me

How dare I call you out and be so unfair over shit you never did?

But I remember differently.

And maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m at fault, maybe I just have a different way to look at things and maybe this is why you called me “tragedy” when I was younger, I make a tragedy out of anything.

But I remember differently.

Tell me you never hurt me while you hit me and I was left whit a pretty hot pink handprint on my cheek, it almost looks like decorations.

Tell me when you threw me to the ground and pulled me to my feet by my hair, tell me when you slammed my face into furniture, tell me while you raised me off my feet by my neck tell me when I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t breathe.

Tell me when I was scared and wonder why I flinched in the first place.

And I never realized something was wrong.

Until much later I thought it was OK and normal, but you know what? Fuck you.

You slightly warmed the water around me until I was boiling and I felt my blood become vapor and I’m sorry.

I’m sorry because still, still I think that maybe I’m in the wrong here.

Sorry because I’m making it bigger than it is.

Sorry because I remember wrong.

Sorry because I shouldn’t call you out like this.

Sorry because you don’t deserve this and I’m being unfair.

Sorry because you love me and you did everything for me.


But that doesn’t really change anything does it.



Maybe this is manipulation, subtle swift of currents, slightly warmer water.

And I’ll never realize

I’ve been drowning.

Warmth

Summary: This was kind vaguely inspired by the song Warmth by Bastille. And is just pure happiness with a lot of cuteness.

Paring:Bucky x Reader

Words 680

Disclamer : i dont won marvel or any song in this blog

Originally posted by dickiebirdgrayscn

You hate clean your room, no that you were a messy person but was such a boring task that you get district very easily in the process. Right now you stopped make your bed and start to dance to the song that came up on the radio and you didn’t even like the song that much.

You heard someone laughing you turn around and your boyfriend is there standing on the door with a big smile on his face. “Bucky, i missed you. Why you came home so early? Fishing with Steve wasn’t fun?“ he catch you in his arms ” Not really our trip was a disaster" you kiss him “ Come on , dance with me.” he put you in the ground “ You know that i don’t know how to dance modern songs ,Doll.” you laugh and pulls his hand “ Just act silly, like me.”

You two start to jump and do weird movements with your whole body the whole things was just funny. This was one of those rare moments when everything was so pure and simple that would be in your memory forever. After three generics pop songs a slow song came up. He look at you really serious and ask “May i have this dance?”

He holds you in his arms and you two start to move on the rhythm of the song. After you while you put your head on his chest just enjoying the melody and the feeling of his body so close to yours. He notices how cold you are. “Baby are you okay? You are freezing.“ He just put you closer trying to warm you.

“Come on lets lay down you are never so cold.” He says worried because you are usually a warm person “Are you feeling sick?“ you are just enjoying his natural heat ” No, i think you are just used to warm me up, don’t worry. But tell me why did you came back early? Not that i am complain.“

“Have you seen the news? Tony needed help ” you murmur something that he doesn’t understand “ Why didn’t you went to help ?” he just shrugs and kiss the top of your head feeling that you’re warmer “ I prefer stay with you, you are nicer and smells better.” you laugh a little and start to play with his dog tags until you fall sleep.

A couple of hours later you wake up and he still sleeping peacefully sure you could let him sleep but what would be the fun in that?“ Baby wake up” nothing he doesn’t even move” Baby, please with you wake you are going to have a nice reward with you do “ he change his position but still doesn’t give attention. So you decide to do the only plausible thing in your mind. You start to hit him with a pillow.

He wakes with not so friendly face “Don’t be mad i tried wake you up nicely i even offered sex with you get up but you didn’t” he grumbles a little but not really mad “ I have a proposition for you, if you win our pillow fight i take you too dinner on your favorite restaurant and give you the most amazing sex of your long live but if win you buy me dinner of the new place on the end of the street and you gave me the most amazing sex of my life.”

You know that he is holding back and even let you win but you are having so much fun that you don’t even care after a few minutes he is probably tired of being hit and just pin you against the mattress without letting you move “ Go change you own me dinner.” he kiss your nose and get off you. Half hour latter you are both walking down the street and he stops in the new restaurant that you wanted go “Really?“ he aggress” Yes, but i still want to have amazing sex after.” You kiss his cheek “You won’t regret.”

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Black Makes Colors Look Brighter [Ch.3!!!]

Summary: Pastel!Dan & Punk!Phil . Phil POV: they have been friends for a long time and live together. Phil finds himself drawn to more than just Dan’s adorable style choices, but he can’t act on that. Phil Thinks too much is at risk, but Dan may have other thoughts…

Genre: Fluff, a sprinkle of angst, & smut

Author’s note: This is the first time I’ve written Phanfiction!

Thats right, it’s finally time for THE BEDROOM SCENE dundundunnn…. [It’ll be morning after sex.] So I’ve never written smut before and idk how far into this I’ll go. The main reason I’m even attempting it is because I’ve read my share of phanfiction and I find nothing more irksome than pre-smut cliffhangers. So, in the name of satisfaction, I will try.

“Let’s a-go!” ~Mario

Awkward couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling of standing in the hallway, about to answer an invitation from my best friend for me to join him in bed. Because awkward just wasn't the word, I decide. Anticipatory maybe? Anxious? I knew I was over thinking it. But I didn’t know what Dan was expecting. It’s not like we had strict boundaries usually. We’d often lean on each other in the lounge, tickling and play-wrestling isn’t uncommon, hell! we even hold hands! But we’d never labeled what normally followed any of that as “cuddling”.

Well here I am, dark plaid pajama pants, navy blue t-shirt, damp hair turning fluffy. My overly active writer’s brain stopping me from casually strolling in. The sultry tune is still drifting from his room “(x)welcome ho~o~om, home, tonight”.  With that, I opened the door to find Dan curled on his side, facing the door. His eyes flitted open and a smile ghosted over his sleepy face. A new song had started, (x)I remember what you wore on the first day, You came into my life and  I thought hey, You know, this could be something” I know he didn’t plan it, but the accuracy of the song made me smirk fondly down at his half sleeping form. Nerves gone, I lift up his blanket, slipping in. He rolls onto his other side to make room, resulting in my arms closing around his waist to pull him back to my chest. He giggled sleepily, rolling over in my arms before melting into my chest.

Minutes have passed, the song has changed, blurring into another hushed acoustic melody. everything is warm, plush, and smells Like Dan. Especially Dan himself, whose head is resting where my chest turns into my shoulder. His arm draped over me, fingers softly curled over the peek of my other shoulder. “I’m glad you’re home.” The clearly spoken words surprise me “I thought you were asleep!” I disclose, not sure how that qualifies as a response. Thankfully, he ignores it. Instead, he begins to shift, moving up my chest till he’s kissing the underside of my jaw, only for a moment then taking in and releasing a full breath, settling in again as we both drift off.

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Mmm, the air surrounding me is warm and sweet, there is a warm, wet suction on my jaw. I’m not quite coherent enough to question it yet, so my  body just stretches out, taking a, deep delicious breath. The sensation leaves, a weight I was previously unaware of shifts off me. I finally bother to open my eyes, to find myself in my best friend’s bedroom, Dan’s blurry figure coming into focus. He’s kneeling next to me, his eyes seem to shift around awkwardly’, breathing minutely accelerated, cheeks slightly rosier than usual “I thought were asleep”. Beginning to catch up, my mind puts two and two together. I reach for my jaw automatically “that was you?” “er… yeah. I’m really sorry Phil! You were right there and I was just wondering what it would be like to-” “touch me” I tune in “yeah…” he concludes, face turning fully golden pink. “No, I mean it”, his head whips up, wide eyed at my statement. Gaining confidence, I prop myself up on my elbows, now only a breaths distance from his face. “Touch me.”

I’ll admit to imagining this a few times. Ok, quite a few times. Even running my own hands up my sides to further it… but this was so much better. Dan’s soft fingers slipping under my shirt, tracing ever so lightly up my sides, bringing the fabric with them. I glance up to see his eyes hooded, lips clamped between his teeth in total concentration. The seriousness on his brow makes my mouth curve into a smirk. He’s nervous. Oddly, a pleasant confidence a boost for me, but I have no time to stall on that as my shirt is being pulled over my head, quickly followed by Dan’s. Taken care of by your’s truly. Before he even has time to lower his arms, I’ve flipped us over. Now kneeling between his legs, I have full access to the golden skinned, chocolate-curl haired boy beneath me.

I leaned down swiftly, connecting with his plush parted lips, sucking me in instantly. Our first proper kiss. His hands are on my hips, tugging them down to collide with his, causing a sweet sensation. Everything about him was sweet. His smell, his dimples, his laugh, his lips, as I was just confirming. we paused for a breather, I wasted no time in giving him a hot, open mouthed kiss on the neck, drawing a sweet, suppressed moan from his mouth.

I smirk and have to break the contact to laugh into his neck. “what?” he says, suddenly self conscious, “You’re not gonna tell me I sound like a girl or something, are you?” This forces another laugh out of me “No, no, nothing like that. I was just thinking… this is the first time my morning wood  won’t be for nothing…” at this we both laugh  “w- wow. Philip Lester, the real romantic everybody!” Dan drawls between laughs. After another round of laughter I grin down at him, brushing his hair out of his face “Have you ever done this with anyone?” Dan shakes his head. “Ok, so uhm… do you mind if I top?” I was almost about to ask if he knew what that meant, but I don’t want to patronize him. Dan turns pink again “Uh, no, not at all.”

Without asking I reach over to his bedside drawers, pulling one out and fumbling through it at random till I find a medium sized, cool bottle. I pull it out inspecting it “Cherry Blossom. I can honestly say I’m not surprised.” “Shut up!” he laughs, grabbing it from me. “Are you gonna get my pants off or not?”. I place my hands on the drawstring of his loose pyjama pants, taking my time, despite his already raised hips. “I thought you’d be a bossy bottom.” I say as I pull his pants and boxers off in one swift motion, earning a sharp intake of breath from him. raising his legs over his head, I pull his pants off completely. He’s already fully hard, making my strain against my zipper. I make quick work of my pants, brushing his hands off, knowing I’d get it done faster. Once both of us are completely bare, I return to kneeling between his spread legs and  take the bottle, squirting some out and coating my fingers. I trail them around the base of his shaft, around his balls to his entrance, circling it a few times before glancing up at him. he gives me a nod, face flushed and pulse racing. I push one finger in, I can tell he’s holding his breath as I twirl it around the tights space slowly. “Dan. You need to breathe, I can’t have you passing out on me.” He lets out a chuckle. “I’m gonna add another now, you have to breathe.” he nods, taking a shaky breath as I add the second finger, scissoring them then pushing a bit further, curving them. “Augh!” Dan suddenly lets out a moan. “What was THAT?” he exclaims “Haha, d’you like it?” I add a third finger, repeating the motion till he’s a panting, writhing mess. Even his mewling moans were sweet.  I remove my fingers all together before leaning over and kissing him again. I line myself up, sucking on his bottom lip. And then enter, simultaneously rolling his lip between my teeth, the studs on my lips brushing his chin. I pull away, watching this pastel angle beneath me being overstimulated till his breathing regulates and he locks eyes with me, chocolate irises melting into mine again. “Ok.” he breathes, hand trailing up my back as I begin to move, slow and steady like a tide, eventually speeding up, my own sensory overload off the charts. But I’m determined to make him come first. I hold myself up with one arm, my and finding his shaft, the tip has been rubbing against my stomach this whole time, working up a thin shiny trail over my abs. I begin stroking it in time with my thrusts till his face screws up, “Philll….” he climaxed, spilling over his chest, some even getting on mine. I finally release, “ugh fuck” once I’ve rode it out, none too gracefully, I pull out gently, grabbing some tissues to wipe us both off then flop next to him. He’s still panting slightly and his expanded eyes haven’t left me since he finished. I pull the comforter up over us, bringing my hand to brush his now damp curls from his face. The whole time he’s keeping his eyes on my face with a starstruck expression, much like his old shy self when we first met. “You were amazing” I say finally “…are amazing” his eyes flutter closed, he lean over kissing me lightly “I was gonna say the same thing”

FIN

[Author’s note part 2. I told you I CAN’T WRITE SMUT! I literally stressed over this for 8 HOURS! I’m not cut out for this, I’m just a virgin, demisexual, 16 year old girl!!!! *curls up in a ball*]

felix imagine / ashes and wine


hey there, loves! sorry i’ve been so inactive! there has been a lot going on in my life, so i haven’t had time to write! anyway, here’s a little short felix imagine! the requester asked that this be based off of the love triangle between damon, stefan, and elena in the vampire diaries, and while i only watched season 1 and a couple episodes of season 2, i hope i got this right! anyway, the title is based off of a song that was actually in the vampire diaries (the season 2 scene with elena and damon on the porch)! i’ll link the song below so you can listen to it, but i hope you enjoy this!

reminder that felix imagine requests are closed! peter pan requests are open, however!

prompt: here

title inspiration: here

requested by: panlixdreamsforeverwithlostboys

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Birds chirp in the Neverland breeze, the trees swaying to the wind, leaves slowly falling down, landing gracefully onto the ground where your gentle footsteps step on them, releasing a soothing crunch. Felix’s hand intertwined with yours, his warmth radiates around you, contrasting the crisp coolness of the air surrounding you. The two of you walk hand-in-hand through Neverland’s forest, admiring the beautiful scenery. From the way the trees move, the wandering animals, the birds’ melodies, everything in the forest simply relaxes you, especially when Felix stands by your side.

A strong wind blows past, sending a shiver down your spine, as you instinctively cross your arms to warm yourself, letting go of Felix’s hand in the process. Felix’s arm finds its way around you, attempting to keep you warm, your eyes looking up towards the boy, his hair moving with the wind.

“You okay, (Y/N)?” He asks, concern in his voice. You nod before he gently kisses the top of your head, and though it’s a small gesture, you appreciate more than you can put into words.

“Yes, (Y/N), are you okay?” A familiar voice calls, as you reflexively turn around, only to be met by Peter Pan himself, a sinister smile pressed on his face, his arms crossed.

“Fine, thank you.” You snarl, showing your dislike for the boy by the tone of your voice. Though he is attractive, his selfish ways draws you away from him, but it is clear Pan has a thing for you: his constant need to talk to you, the way he tries to get near you. Felix always gets between the two of you whenever Pan decides to come too close, however, which you always appreciated in him. He’s always there for you, and you can’t help but fall in love with him.

“No need to be like that, (Y/N). I’m just here to say hello.” He walks up to you, taking single stride before he stands only an inch away from you, his finger lifting your chin up to meet eyes with him as his other hand reaches for your waistline.

“That’s enough, Pan.” Felix growls at Pan, startling the boy, as Felix typically keeps a nonchalant attitude, staying relatively calm, especially with Pan around.

“Alright, Felix. Whatever you say.” Pan instantly disappears with a single wave of his hand, leaving behind a cloud of smoke.

“Are you okay?” Felix asks, staring at you with his bright blue eyes, his scar apparent across his face.

“Yes, Felix. I’m okay.” You reply, giving him a quick smile before he kisses you gently, his soft lips against yours as he places his hand on your waist. He releases from the kiss and mutters under his breath:

“I love you, (Y/N).”

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Mistake or Destiny? Sequel (Joker/Reader Imagine) •4•

Original Request: A petite shy girl being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and running into the Joker. The Joker is oddly amused by her cause, well is isn’t around that type a lot. Please and thank you!

Request: Mistake or Destiny? was amazing can you do a sequel, please? ❤️

A/N Sure thing Puddin! Lol see what I did there….ok I’m leaving now.

“You’re in my palace baby, my territory.” He hooked and arm around your waist and pulled you into his chiseled body, “And we’re gonna have some fun tonight.” 

He brought you over to the second level of the club into the VIP section. There was a large couch surrounded by a curtain of beads, and little golden tables on either side. Sitting you down he knelt in front of you. Your legs could barely touch the floor but they were shaking hard. “Hey, there’s no need to be scared…yet.” He purred at you. Your eyes were wide, you wanted to go home, but at the same time were intrigued by the green haired man. 

“Have a drink with me.” Joker snapped his fingers and two drinks appeared by way of one of his men. The liquid was green, placed in a small shot glass. His pale hand held out the drink to you, and you took it, swinging it back almost immediately. Needless to say the look of amusement on Joker’s face made his eyes crinkle as he smiled, soon following suit drinking the vile liquid. It had burned on the way down, but now found a warm spot in your stomach. 

You were starting to feel less stressed, more at ease, and you smiled at him. “Thanks for the drink…by the way what should I call you?” You tilted your head slightly, feeling the alcohol taking affect. “Mister J will do dollface.” Propping himself up he sat next to you hooking a strong arm over your shoulders. You could feel the pure muscle through the thin fabric of his maroon shirt and shuddered slightly. 

You sat watching women taking their turn on the pole trying to dance, badly you might add. Raising an eyebrow you looked up at Mister J, and could see he was uninterested. The alcohol was surging at full force now, and almost all reasonable sense had left your mind. A new song came on and automatically you wanted to dance. 

You don’t own me
I’m not just one of your many toys
You don’t own me
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys 

Don’t tell me what to do
And don’t tell me what to say
Please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display

You grabbed the Joker’s arm, “Come dance with me.” You smiled up at him, giggling. He looked at you with a blank face, you didn’t know if he was mad, or surprised. But he placed his arms down around your small waist and you smiled beginning to dance. You hips were swinging with the music, slowly, sensually, your arms hooked up around his neck. Pressing your bodies closer you let yourself go, and became entranced by the song letting the melody move your body in ways it had never moved. 

Then everything stopped. “Baby if you keep doing that I might have to take you home with me.” You turned around looking up into his ice blue eyes and smiled wickedly, “What’s stopping you?” He began to grin from ear to ear, once again hooking an arm around your waist, he leaned down and kissed you on your neck slowly and made his way to your ear. “Then let’s go home.”  

Short drabble for @mcmercyweek, day 4: comfort. Enjoy!

Edges.


“I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”

― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood


The faint, yellowish luminescence dancing through the curtains was the first indicator telling her that she had stayed up all night again. She knew she wasn’t supposed to; she was a doctor – a surgeon – if they were going to make demands, and they surely were, the very first one would always be for her to at least be able to keep her own eyes open during the day.

Angela sighed as she grabbed her favorite mug only to notice that her fourth consecutive coffee had grown cold. She drank it anyways, knowing that the disgusting aftertaste could actually provide her with some renewed, much needed clarity before resuming her internal debate: Torbjörn had designed three different prototypes of prosthetic arms for her to choose and even if each blueprint was intrinsically different from the others the three alternatives were still balancing out their advantages and their disadvantages.

The first prototype seemed like a no-go right from the start but as hours went by, the doctor was left with no choice but to accept that there were some high points about this rather simplistic design. It was a typical artificial arm, without any room for movement or articulation but the material was light and it could be easily attached and detached from Jesse’s body.

The second option was gravitating menacingly towards the antipodes of the first one: it allowed all articulations to function; all movements required for the prosthetic arm  to effectively replace human tissue, muscle and bone were there and with little training the handless gunslinger could be able to get himself out there again. But the material was simply too heavy for Angela to go for it – this so-called solution was only going to cause more problems in the future, she was certain. Carrying such a heavy weight was definitely going to damage Jesse’s shoulder and neck, let alone the possibility of extended damage all over his collarbone, clavicle and upper trapezius.

The third option was tricky as hell.

It shared all benefits the second prototype had to offer and the material was light – only problem was that the entire mechanism depended solely on a very intricate pattern of wires that she would have to plug straight into McCree’s nerves for the new arm to work properly and tapping nerves with metal was something she would rather not do.

The results from such procedures had always been shady to say the least – not only the technique had yet to be perfected but it was always as if the body would fight against the foreign material trying to imitate what had once been human.

Angela set the mug aside as the clock ticking its seemingly endless tune caressed her ears: 5:45 AM. The good doctor took a good look around before deciding it was time to get some sleep – even a few moments with her head rested against the pillow would suffice before duty would come knock on her door as impertinent and urgent as ever. Fearing that instant when exhaustion could come into play and blend all different concepts together into one messy nebula of twisted knowledge was approaching her, Dr. Ziegler left her office and ventured her body into the dimly lit corridors of Gibraltar. A brand new dawn was already fighting its way thought each window, encompassing every single object, every single wall in a warm orange hue that was only going to grow stronger, brighter as minutes went by.

Using one of her elbows to push the last gate open, the good doctor abandoned the medical pavilion of the facility to finally meet the dawning outside. The cool, summer breeze caressed her cheeks and forehead, causing her eyelids to flutter minutely as her tired vision adjusted itself to the quiet image of a world still sleeping. As she walked past one of the many buildings that Gibraltar had to offer, an unexpected shadow caught her attention – the whimsical shape sitting down on the edge of roof, back and shoulders laid back against the base of the old antenna.

The man was an eclipse happening before her mesmerized eyes: the black edges of his silhouette grazed by the timid morning lights, amber hues washed all over him, igniting all colors in a crescendo of orange emanating all around him; making him shine with a light of his own, his darkness receding and giving way to the warmer tones now enveloping him.

Hat resting beside him, the capricious light revolted all around him as if it was carefully trying to mimic the pristine shadows of what seemed to be a nearly-religious figure; his hair in the wind, the rolled up sleeves of his shirt completing the peaceful scene.

She climbed the ladder and stood behind him – there were many bottles resting all around the sleeping man; empty bottles. She smiled, even if involuntarily, as she recalled all those times she had tried to get him drunk only to fail miserably: the man was resistant; anyone could tell. He could drink for hours only to end up sober as a cold stone.

She took a step forward as silent as can be, afraid her sudden apparition could tear apart such a lovely sight; then kneeled down only inches away from his side, her hands hovering in the impervious distance she could not bring herself to outrun. The good, tired doctor tugged her hair behind her ears as she realized that the capricious light had followed her; its bright luminescence traveling from one body to the other now only to succumb in the little gap of darkness separating her body from his.

Streams of light were swirling their way through his dancing locks, his chin almost meeting his chest; those intrepid rays of light sill enveloping his body, gravitating all around him, only stopping in the exact spot where his left arm should have been.

Moved by him and his communion of colors, Angela finally allowed her hands to rest on his broad shoulders. The cowboy finally awakening; revealing the old harmonica resting on his lap as his body shifted position for his brown eyes to meet her.

“So that was the tune I heard all night long,” she began, remembering the old melody that had brushed her ears and kept her awake during such a long night.

Jesse offered her a half smile; his sleepy features suddenly becoming those of a small child that simply refused to leave their bed.

She moved near him and even if she knew they were no longer together; even if she knew he was now her patient she couldn’t help but feeling that rush of nostalgia suddenly invading her core: everything had changed – everyone had changed and, sadly, neither she or him were the exceptions.

The man outstretched his arm to pull her closer as the doctor sighed soundlessly; already admitting that the sacred bridge connecting doctor and patient had already been stained with the indelible marks of a feeling that had never truly forsaken her: what she felt for him was still alive; pulsating through her veins.

What she felt for him was still all colors of unethical.

She tried to fight the comforting embrace he offered but gave up fast and easy as Jesse leaned her head on his chest.

“I should be the one comforting you; not the other way around.” She said, apologetically.

“Come now, Ange,” he began as his arm tightened around her waist – the woman closed her eyes against his warm chest, the beating of his heart and his quiet breathing rocking her tenderly to sleep. Yet her back and her side were met by nothing but emptiness; the truncated limits and tattered edges of his amputated body could not hold her anymore, “you once belonged in these arms,” he said, as if unable to address his actual physical condition.

As she lifted her chin for her eyes to meet his, she acknowledged what those arms felt like – home; she had just returned home.

The doctor planted a soft kiss on his lips before resting her head in the soft, inviting spot between his head and his shoulder. She had just returned home yet the house was still broken – that missing arm was a missing wall, a hole in an otherwise solid structure.

Her mind went back to those prototypes – she wasn’t just willing to reconstitute a diminished soldier; she was willing to rebuild her own broken house.  

As he cradled her, and noticing how slumber had finally found its way inside her; the cowboy let his fingers caress her forehead and travel through her hair,

“You still do,” he whispered as his back met the cold base of the antenna once more, closing his eyes to join her.

For Her

Part Two

Part One

Hello, loves. Back again! I’m sorry for taking so long—work has killed me, and…well, let’s just say the past couple of days have been torture, but I’m going to have a little more time, now. It turns out that…I do not have the strength of will for my second job, and as much as I hate quitting, and I feel so horrible about it…I feel I’ve done the right thing.

…Right. That’s not important. What IS important, is that I have the second (and final) part of “For Her” ready for all you lovely people, and especially rare-ideas, the lovely person who made the request. My dear, I hope it’s to your liking!

I shall quote the request again:

“Could u write Newt x Reader, where reader is sent up to the glade with her 5 year old sister (your choice of name) and she’s protective over her and scared. Newt makes them feel welcome and her sister starts to like him. He makes her laugh and plays with her which makes the reader like him too. One night the reader has a meltdown and newt finds her in her room. She blames herself for not being able to make things better for her sister and he comforts her. With fluff at the end? Please and thanks"

Now, I seem to have a tendency toward emotional stuff, but as the request states, I do have fluff! And Arti turned out to be super cute, I think.

Warnings: Nothing severe, but feelings of letting someone down, rage, and defeat.

Alright. Off we go!


The Gardens are boring…but they’re safe.

Things had to be moved around, a bit; a couple of boys got moved to doing harder work, and Alby, Newt, and Zart, all assigned me to things like planting, weeding, and picking.

Sometimes, Arti helps us. But she’s a little girl, with a somewhat short attention span, and she tends to like to play.

She should.

There’s not much we can give her, here, but the Builders cut up some boards in to blocks for her, and the Runners, with some reluctance, give her two sheets of paper a day—she’s careful with them, covering the back and front in drawings and the few words she knows, but she’s beginning to understand.

It’s hard for her, but I’ve done my best to make it easier. I give her all the love and affection I can, taking extra time every morning to do her hair a different way. She likes braids the best, but I change it, so I can spend time with her. The boys don’t begrudge me.

They love Arti, too.

Newt, especially, seems fond of her. Every day, around lunch, he drops all his obligations and spends an hour with her. At first, it was because she needed someone to trust, someone to play with, and I was still learning—Zart spent a week teaching me thoroughly, so that, if I needed, I could take care of anything within the Gardens without help.

But now, it’s because she asks for him, and even Alby can’t deny the sweet-faced little girl just one hour.

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REQUESTED BY ANON:

Y/N danced around the fire like the rest of the lost boys. I watched their silhouettes move gracely around the burning wood, she was laughing along with the boys. She smiled at me and held out her hand, I looked down at her hand. She had such small hands, they looked so gentle, so fragile with her long nails. I shook my head at her, “I’ll just watch today.”

She shrugged, and her hand moved away to her hips, “Ya know Peter, You keep ‘watching’, your gonna watch your life go by without you.” I smiled slightly, “Time stands still here.”

“Exactly, you have all the time in the world, and all you’re doing is ‘watching’” In my mind I told myself, ‘Well as long as you’re here there will be something to watch.’ She crossed her arms, “So you gonna join in or not?”

“Not tonight, I’ll join in tomorrow night.” She nodded, “I’m gonna hold that to you.” A smile came to my face, she then realized what she had said, “Okay, don’t be a pervert.” We both laughed, she then joined back into the dance. I pulled out my pipes and started to play the sweet melody.

The boys kept dancing around the fire, their arms swinging in the air, their howls echoing across the vacant woods. Y/N on the other hand looked graceful as she moved in a circle, I smiled. Tomorrow would be the day I actually do something for myself.

The night grew late, everything started to calm down, we were all worn out from our continuous dancing. Everyone turned in, they all went to their bunks and went to sleep, the fire was still burning bright. I stayed in my seat on the log, and saw Y/N Sitting on the other side.

She smiled at me, her Y/C/H shinning in the red flare of the fire, her face hiding shadows, she patted the spot next to her. I took the gesture and got up walking towards her, my stomach started to get butterflies, but instead of my butterflies flying, I’m pretty sure they’re exploding.

My mind began to stir, not being able to concentrate on a single thought. But they were all about her, how her beauty showed in her darkest of hours, how her smile was perfectly white, her hair that fell in the chocolate curls around her shoulders. Once I reached the seat I sat down next to her, she kept her hazel eyes focused on the fire.

I looked down, her hand was right there, I can just hold it. My hand started to shake as I moved mine closer to hers. Don’t be nervous Pan, it’s only a girl. Only an inch away from touching her hand, now my butterflies are stabbing me like knives. I touched part of her hand and she flinched, great you messed up.

I backed my hand away, but then put my hand on top of hers, she looked in my eyes, and I felt her intertwining our fingers together. “ Finally.” A smile came to my face, but then confusion, “what do you mean finally?”

“You’re good at alot of games Pan, but the Love game your not so good at. I knew you liked me.” She smiled confidently, i chuckled a bit at her, I then stood up looking down at her. “May I have this dance?”

She held her hand out, “I was gonna ask you the same thing.” She stood up and took my hand, I put my right hand around her waist and brought her closer. She had such a small body frame compared to mine, we started to sway to the music in our heads. I grabbed her hand and spinned her around once.

She came back into my chest, and put her hand on my bicep, the other one sat in mine. It’s now or never pan. I leaned into her, she started to lean in looking down at my lips, we both closed our eyes and our lips touched.

Y/N put her hand to my cheek as we moved in sync, she smiled and bit her lip. I grabbed on the hem of her shirt pulling her closer, she then separated from me, her gentle hand still on my cheek. She moved closer, whispering in my ear, “The tree’s have eyes.”

our song

summary: “I’ll remember the world for you,” they whisper, touching the cold statue. “So you don’t have to worry anymore.” 
a/n: I do not own the Flowerfell AU. The credit for the base idea for this falls to the wonderfully creative mind of @underfart-snas and the beautifully written story of Overgrowth. That being said, I adore this AU so damn much. There’s so much potential for the characters of Sans, Frisk, and Flowey. Three beings of a broken mind, coming together when life slips through their fingers the fastest. I’ve purposely left the nature of Frisk and Sans’ relationship ambiguous in this, so interpret it in this as you will. That being said, I hope you enjoy.


Frisk is limping by the time they escape the dangers of the Waterfall, past the merciless pursuit of the Captain of the Royal Guard. Yellow flowers have already begun encroaching on their one good leg, and with their left eye sealed up and other buds growing too close for comfort on the right, Flowey is insistent they stop for a moment to give Frisk time to rest.

“you holding up alright, sweetheart?” Sans settles them against the damp rock of the caverns, draping his jacket over their shoulders. Flowey has already taken Sans’ right shoulder as his perch. 

Frisk wishes it didn’t hurt so much to speak. “ … Yeah.”

Sans’ hands linger on the coat he’s tugged around Frisk’s shoulders, and for a few moments, swears they can see the fine bones tremble before he lets go, and stands up to look around. 

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