A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>
Word count: 2,239
My back was resting against
the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I
felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was
all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always
made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I
was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single
Honestly, I just needed
something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in
anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.
Between Two Worlds (study for a recurring dream of ichor baptism fashioned as a portico fresco cartoon), 2016
I have experienced the vision twice so far: in my childhood (around 1984) and last autumn.
I enter a concealed pavilion and immediately hear a soft female voice speaking an unknown language. There is something about the timbrе that robs me of my will power and I gradually lose control over my body. The sermon brings me to my knees and pulls towards an imposing figure of a pitch black priestess - her features and details of her attire flattened by uniform blackness. I realize before long that the voice is no more and the scene is now drowned in a solemn silence. The lady tends to a peculiar suspended vessel and places it directly over my head. At her slightest touch it tilts and a warm, living substance pours down upon me. It covers me whole and eventually locks my body in this hard resin shell. Panic surge is quickly replaced by the most glorious sensation of myself imploding within the shell and falling endlessly through the soul’s looking glass into the unknown.
Acrylics on paper mounted on prepared hardboard, 23.7 x 22.5 cm
The body - the body they told me to confirm wasn’t her. I ran out of the morgue and kept looking for Y/N. I didn’t stop searching for her. I couldn’t stop, I won’t stop until I find her. I allowed my own thoughts to run around like crazy, thinking of the worst case scenarios I could. I got in my car and started to drive, if she was going to die, where would she go? I asked myself that so many times. She left the house with no extra clothes, no money, no nothing, just her phone which was completely useless since I couldn’t have her number traced - where could she have possibly gone?
After finding out that the body I saw ten minutes ago also committed suicide by jumping into Han River, I immediately went to look for her there. I drove and looked intently at the surroundings, until I saw her. I saw her sitting on the railings, her hood was pulled up but I can recognise her anywhere. I pulled over where I could and got out the car, rushing in her direction.
The waves wash gently upon the shore, a soft and steady sound as they rise and fall, soughing endlessly down the coast. Viktor closes his eyes to listen better, quiet and content.
“There’s gonna be sand in our hair later,” Yuuri sighs, snuggling against his side and tangling their legs together. They’ve got a blanket laid out for stargazing–there’s a meteor shower tonight–and it’s still, quiet, and peaceful. Just the two of them, the sea, and the stars.
“Worry about it later, then,” he suggests, pulling Yuuri closer. The wind picks up for a moment, blowing sand everywhere despite their blanket, and Yuuri splutters, hiding his face in Viktor’s shoulder to avoid getting any in his mouth. Viktor can’t help but smile.
A few moments pass. A meteor streaks by overhead, and Yuuri points at it with delight.
“Did you see it?” he asks excitedly. “That one was bright!”
“I saw it!” Viktor nods. “Did you make a wish, solnyshko?”
Yuuri shakes his head. “Why would I?” he asks. “You’re already here.”
Viktor turns his head to look from the sky to Yuuri, to the moonlight reflected in his dark eyes. His face lights up when he spots a second meteor, gasping in delight, but Viktor only has eyes for him. He’s beautiful.
“Vitya! Vitya, you didn’t see that one!” Yuuri laughs, glancing at him with a playful shake of his head. “You’re not going to see any shooting stars if you don’t look up, you know.”
“Who needs stars?” Viktor asks, giving him a squeeze. “You’re already here.”
Yuuri smiles, far brighter than any of the constellations above.
It’s not my fault I swear the video was for Jungkook so I didn’t have a choice
Word Count: 1.5k-ish
Based off this wonderful video by the ever so talented and marvelous datjimilly:
You weren’t supposed to be here.
He wasn’t supposed
to be here.
And you were certainly not supposed to be here with him.
However, that doesn’t stop his strong hands from pulling you
into the closest lockable room that he could find. His hands instantly know exactly
where to touch your body to steal your breath stolen from your lips. His
fingers find their place on your waist, pushing you against the wall as his
lips press against yours in a chaos of lust and want. The guilt that burrows
into your heart is heavy, but the hunger that he fills you with makes you
light-headed enough to help you forget and forgo it all.
His soft lips idly trace a path from yours down to your
jawline and stop at your neck, licking over the skin and sucking on it to etch
his presence onto you.
Your fingers entangle in his ebony locks, tugging on them as
you urge him to go harder, to make you feel more of him, to fill you to the
brim with the exquisite delirium that he brings.
The emotions are fast fleeting but there’s nothing hurried
about his actions. He takes his time to study and learn everything about you,
about your body, to worship you and
treat you like the goddess he sees you as. His hand slowly trails over to your
back, sliding down the zipper of your dress and pushing it off your shoulders
as he pulls it down to your ankles.
mega fluff + that adoption au kinda thing + inspired by this tweet though i tweaked it a little bit and made it seem like yoongi knew it from the very start :((( i did ask for permission though there wasn’t any response yet but i thought i’d post this anyway i’m sorry :((((
yoongi’s priorities are really not that complicated. the following goes like this:
1. jimin 2. relationship with said boy 3. career 4. rent and bills, daily necessities 5. the future - aka a real family and kids (it’s really not that important right now)
them a house when he’s missing. It’s in-between the schoolwork and working on
Leo’s dream of a ship, but it somehow makes her feel slightly better. Here’s a house, a house that
she’s designed, for them, and if it’s
etched onto paper, which means that it’s going
to come true.
It has to.
She picks up a
colored pencil that someone had named ocean, and colors in the front door. Blue, she thinks, because that’s what he would like.
She tucks the drawing under her pillow when she’s
done, along with a dozen another notes about it’s structure, and it crinkles
when she lays down her head to go to sleep that night.
(She dreams about
that house, but this time it’s real, and Percy’s standing in the doorway,
waiting to welcome her home.)
We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.
- Mod Enki
You sat on the porch watching the rain fall endlessly, pretty much absorbed in your thoughts. Every few minutes you’d sigh and glance over to your boyfriend who seemed just as into his thoughts as you were. But you wanted him to notice how antsy you were knowing full well you’d have to straight up tell him in order to get what you want. You didn’t want to, though, so you sat there sighing every so often each time getting louder and louder until he turned to you a little annoyed.
“Okay, I’ll bite. Why do you keep sighing?” He asked, arms crossed.
“Why Keith, I’m so glad you asked!” You said turning to him. He already looked like he regretted asking but you continued on. “Don’t you think it’d be super romantic to kiss in the rain?”
He looked at you with such an exasperated look, clearly asking you, “What? Really? That’s what you’ve been sighing about?” You waited for his response trying to see if he’d humor you on this rainy day. He shook his head signaling that he’d need some convincing before he’d cave into your wish.
“Wouldn’t we catch a cold?” He asked giving you the same look. You quickly jumped on his objection.
“Come one, it’ll only just be for a minute I swear!” You offered.
He still didn’t seem like he’d budge so you tried putting on your best puppy eyes. That didn’t work either. When that flopped you just puffed out your cheeks and slumped back into your chair. Keith just looked at you with those eyes of his, almost like he was still waiting for you to convince him. You couldn’t think of anything else to try and convince him so you looked back out to the deluge and watched it roll over the landscape.
“So… We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain…?” He asked slowly almost like he was trying to explain it to himself. You turned to look at him, trying to see where he was going with this.
“Pleaaaase?” You drawled out trying one last time to get him to go along. There was a long silence and you had almost given up until he mumbled something under his breath.
“Fine, but if you get sick it was your idea.”
You felt like you were going to explode and it took a lot of effort to try and hide your dumb grin as you grabbed his hand and ran out into the rain. It was cold of course but you were determined to finish what you started. Once you were out soaking in the rain you couldn’t help but laugh a bit at Keith’s soaked hair. His wet hair was all in his face and he looked slightly irritated by it. It’s not like you looked any better anyways so with coy smile gracing your lips you quickly went in for the kiss.
As soon as your lips met his you felt a chill run up your spine, both from your excitement and the kiss itself. Despite how aloof and distant your boyfriend was, he always gave really good kisses and this one was no exception. You knew he wasn’t excited about the idea but the fact that he decided to humor you today was really endearing to you. The heat of the kiss contrasted the cold rain and you loved every second of it. However, when you tried to pull away to keep your end of the deal you found that you couldn’t. Keith didn’t look like he was going to let your go anywhere anytime soon. I mean, you were already out here… Might as well get as much as you could out of it.
You couldn’t remember when the two of you had decided to go back in and end up finally getting in some dry clothes but you knew it must’ve been quite a while when you heard your boyfriend start sneezing. When you looked over at him he was giving you a look.
The Whole Plot of Jasper in Deadland (from the script)- Act 1
As much as I’d love to just share the script instead, it’s not in mine to share. SO here is the whole plot of Jasper in Deadland (I’ll mostly focus on what happens in between music numbers because that’s the part most people don’t know)
You threw on your hood as you sat down on the steps that lead to your apartment. It was a cold January night but your face felt like 1000 degrees as tears seemed to endlessly fall down your face. You wiped your face with your sleeves before leaning against the rail. ‘Things used to be perfect…’ you thought to yourself.
“Ong!” You screamed as he chased you around the pool with a water gun. “I told you I didn’t want to get my hair wet!”
After a few more minutes of him chasing you around, you caught Ong off guard as he swatted a fly away from his face and pushed him into the pool, only for Ong to quickly grab your arm so you would fall in too.
Under the water and midst all of the bubbles you saw Ong smiling widely and you couldn’t help but smile back. He grabbed your hands and pulled you to the top of the water.
“Ong you know I’m bad at swimming.” You laughed as you tried to doggy paddle and keep your head bobbing above the water.
“Psh I can’t believe you don’t know how to swim.” Ong teased you before letting you get on his back. Ong’s breath hitched as you put your arms around his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist. You could swear that you felt his heart beating faster and him the same.
Once he brought you over to the shallow end of the water you both got out of the pool and let your feet dangle in the water as you sat at the edge.
“Hey y/n?” Ong said in a sort of serious tone which surprised you.
“Yeah? What is it?” You looked up at him.
Ong’s ears turned red as he mustered up the courage to say, “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”
“Wh-What?” You were so caught off guard that you accidentally fell forward and into the pool. Ong quickly jumped in after you and you both ended up laughing, your cheeks burning from embarrassment. “So is that a yes?”
You couldn’t help smiling as you noticed how nervous Ong looked and how he was trying to act like he wasn’t at all. “Yea you dummy.”
You put your face in your hands, trying not to think of all of the memories you had with Ong. After a few minutes you finally stopped crying and was just sniffling but you made the mistake of recalling the events that had unfolded earlier that day.
- Active 2 minutes ago -
you: Ong? Are you running late or did you actually forget we were supposed to meet for dinner tonight?
Ong: Sorry y/n my dance teacher is forcing us to stay for another hour and a half I don’t think I can go tonight
- read 6:32 pm -
You tossed your phone on the couch next to you. Ong was seriously blowing you off again? Ever since he became an idol trainee you two had begun to drift apart as he prioritized his training more than you. Angry and sad you went to the bathroom to wipe off all your makeup and change out of the new dress you’d been saving for this occasion.
After eating left overs and watching Korean dramas on your couch you found yourself dozing off until you heard your front door open.
“Y/N? You awake?” You heard Ong’s voice and you got up, rubbing your eyes.
“I was just about to sleep.” You muttered as he sat down next to you.
“I’m sorry. Go to sleep. We can just catch up tomorrow.” Ong started to get up when you sighed.
“Yeah and then tomorrow you’ll say the same thing.” You muttered under your breath.
“I said tomorrow you’ll say the same thing. And the same thing the day after that, and the day after that, until we’re both old and wrinkly and it’ll have been years since we’d last talked.” You said in a bitter tone.
“Is this about today? I mean how was I supposed to control what my dance teacher did and didn’t decide for me?” Ong crossed his arms. “I can’t believe you’re trying to blame me for this.”
“Oh okay.” you scoffed. “I think all of that pride you have is clouding your judgement right now.”
“Pride?” Ong narrowed his eyes. “Or maybe this is how life works. Unexpected things can come up that I can’t control and you should just grow up and learn to deal with it.”
“Maybe I don’t want to deal with it anymore.” You raised you voice and stood up so the couch was the only barrier in between you and Ong. “No girlfriend should have to deal with always being blown off last minute and guess what Seongwoo? In a relationship people are supposed to actually talk. When was the last time we talked, huh? Last week?” Ong was taken back when you used his first name since you only called him that when you were really angry or upset, but he quickly brushed it off.
“Last week? We talked this morning!” Ong laughed in disbelief. “Now you’re just making up lies.”
“I’m not talking about saying good morning and hi, I’m talking about having real conversations. Meaningful ones where you tell me every detail about your life–”
“Well I just don’t have time for that kind of stuff, okay?”
There was a long pause before you broke the silence. “You don’t have time for me and I’m unwilling to deal with it.”
“Is this… Is this how it’s going to end?” Ong said quietly.
“I guess so.” You said coldly but inside you were fighting your tears.
“Fine.” Ong grabbed his keys before slamming the door shut.
You sobbed into your hands, trying to fight all of the emotions that were stirring up in your head. Ong was your best friend, no, he was your soulmate. You had never met someone you had gotten along with so well and you two fit together like puzzle pieces. He was jelly and you were peanut butter. He was milk and you were cookies…
But in the midst of all of your hiccups and sniffles you hadn’t noticed that someone had walked up to your apartment.
After Ong had left earlier that day he had gone to his car and started quietly crying. He hadn’t realized how hurt you had been because of him. It was his fault and he had only just realized it… but his pride hadn’t allowed him to have the option of trying to fix or improve things. But after talking to his best friend Daniel about it over a few drinks he knew that he had to talk to you again.
Ong walked up to your apartment and immediately felt a pang in his heart as he saw you crying by yourself outside in the cold. You heard the footsteps and looked up to see Ong standing in front of you. “Ong? What are you doing here?”
“Here.” Ong handed you a tub of ice cream. “It’s your favorite.”
“Ong…” you sighed as he sat next to you. “I don’t think this is what’s supposed to happen after a breakup.”
“Then let’s just pretend like ours never happened.” He gave you a timid smile. “I’m sorry y/n.”
You gave him a light shove. “Yeah me too. Let’s go inside, it’s cold.” As you two got up Ong pulled you into a giant bear hug, snuggling his head inside of your shoulder.
pairing: hoseok x reader genre: smut word count: 3.7k → french, feel, finger, fuck. perhaps a little brazen, perhaps all you needed.
The four F’s
of dating was a simple concept, really. The four different bases that’ll
somehow indicate where in the relationship you are, albeit the fact that dating
mentality and physicality don’t always go hand in hand.
In spite of
this, you were ready for all of it.
French, feel, finger, fuck.
care, Tara, I’m going in for it tonight.” you mumbled, spilling Tequila
everywhere as you prepared the shots, one for Tara and one for you. Two for
you. Three, everyone knows it’s bad luck to drink shots in even numbers.