i cant listen to this song without thinking about at now

Prompt: “That’s irrational.”

When you first heard the album, sitting with Harry in your backyard, Carolina was one of your favorites. It was catchy and it had good lyrics. It didn’t cross your mind that the song was written about someone else. But when Harry went on Nicks radio show and told the story of the song and who it was about, a wave of anger couldn’t help but overcome you. Each and every time you had the album on shuffle, you skipped it faster than you could blink. When it came on the radio you turned it down. If Harry started singing it, you left the room. You came to hate the song. Hearing your love of 3 years sing about how another girl “feels so good” and is “all i think about” didn’t exactly put you in a position to fawn all over the song. This is what you were trying to explain to Harry when he confronted you about your obvious dislike for the song. 

“I know you don’t like Carolina. Why? You liked it when you first heard it, didn’t you? It was one of your favorites actually. What changed?” He asked you, when he stepped out of the shower, sitting next to you on the bed. 

“Nothing changed. I like the song, its good.” you said coldly. 

“Then why do you go out of your way to not listen to it, and when you have to, you cringe down to the last second?” His voice was angry mixed with a bit of sadness. He wasn’t yelling…yet. You knew your opinion mattered a lot to Harry. And although you didn’t like the song, you figured he deserved the truth. 

“Fine Harry. You wanna know why I don’t like the damn song?” you said and he looked at you expectantly. 

“It’s blatantly about another girl. You’re one of the most private people I know. You wouldn’t go out of your way to put the girls name in the song, put it on the album and sing it on national TV if it didn’t mean a lot to you. So excuse me if I don’t want to listen to my boyfriend sing about how another girl is all he thinks about.” you said getting more and more angry with each word that you said. Harry looked at you and didn’t say anything, so you continued. 

“Harry that song makes me look like a fucking joke. And I know its your music and you have the right to write about anything you want to. But every time I look at you, I see you and her. Every time I hear that song, I think of you and her. And if she means that much to you, then why am I here?”

“Babe…you’re over reacting. Its just a song.” Harry said tears welling up in his eyes, and it was then that you realized that you were crying as well. “I can promise you that she doesn’t mean as much to me as you do. Tell me what I can do to fix this. A song isn’t worth loosing you. I swear, she meant something to me a while ago. And she’ll always mean something to me in the way of a friend. But you…I can’t live without you.”

Now you were full on sobbing, “Then why’d you write the song? Its not a sin for me to be upset about the song. And it’s not even the fact that you wrote the song, it’s the fact that you took the time to expose the girl and make it very clear that it was about her.”

“So you don’t want me to write about other girls and life experiences? That’s irrational. I’m always going to write songs about my life experiences. If you cant handle that, when we can end this.” he said angrily. He immediately regretted saying it when you got up and stormed out of the room. 

“I don’t know what to do Gem. She won’t talk to me, she won’t look at me, she won’t let me touch her. I don’t sleep in the same bed as her anymore, she sleeps in the guest house. Not even in the guest room, the guest house. I feel like I’m losing her, and that can’t happen.” he said on the verge of tears as he spoke to his sister on the phone. 

“How long has this been going on?” she asked him carefully. 

He let out a long sigh, “about 4 days.”

“Honestly, she probably shut down because she feels like you haven’t acknowledged the fact that she’s hurt. Weather you feel like you did something wrong or not, she needs to know that you know and care that she’s hurting. If you haven’t made an effort to apologize to her, she won’t know that. Especially if you aren’t talking. And Harry, you have to admit, if the roles were reversed, you’d be pretty angry, too. I think you both need to talk because it sounds like to me, this argument is a two way street.”

He made his way down the small pathway to the guest house where you’ve been staying for the greater part of a week. You didn’t want to see him, hear his voice, speak to him or anything else. You knew you were overreacting just a little bit, but in your mind, you still had the right to be upset. He rang the doorbell and you automatically knew who it was. It was the first time he had been over since you left the main house. 

“Love, baby, princess…let me in. Please?” and there was something in his voice that you couldn’t ignore, even if you wanted to. You made your way over to the door, and before you could even get it all the way open, Harry pushed himself inside and wrapped his arms around you. You tensed up at first, but then relaxed into this chest, realizing you missed him. You stood there, in the doorway hugging for a long time, the first connection you’ve had with him in days. 

“Let’s talk, yeah?” he asked you sweetly, kissing your nose. You nodded and lead him over to the kitchen table. You sat, not saying anything to each other before he said,

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. When I wrote that song, I wasn’t thinking. I met Townes-”

“Don’t say her name.”

“I met her a few years back. It was just before I met you. We had a few mutual friends and they set us up on a blind date. And I’m not going to lie, I had a lot of fun that night. But she was missing something, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Plus the tour was about to start, so even just after one date, I broke it off.” He explained and you listened intently. “We remained in touch after that and I occasionally still talk to her. But I swear, she’s just a friend. She doesn’t mean nearly as much to me as you do. And when I said she was all I think about, its just a lyric. I don’t mean that literally. I deeply apologize if I made you question my love for you. That was never my intension. Its just a bloody song love. And yes it means something to me. Each and every one of my songs means something to me. But you…I could never express in words what you mean to me. I wrote countless songs about you- so, so many. But none of them bring you justice. You’re just that precious to me.” he said with a dimpled grin and a squeeze of your hand. 

“I’m sorry too H. I overreacted. I shouldn’t have been so jealous. And your music is your music, and I don’t have the right to question your creativity. I’m sure she is a nice girl. She should be flattered. But can I ask you something. Obviously you don’t have to answer.”

“What do you want to know, my lovely?” 

“Is there a song about me on your album.”

He looked at you with a devilish smirk and a gleam in his eye,

“Oh love, don’t you know you’re my only angel?”

(requested by: annon)

Journey To The Past [Keith]
Journey To The Past [Keith]

i was thinking about “Journey to the past” from Anastasia and just had to do a cover of it for keith + voltron. but here’s an interesting catch: you’re gonna press play and it won’t be what you expect (what the quiznak is that doing in Anatasia, Iz?!) but stick with me just wait for it.

because i was listening to the original arrangement/instrumental and thought considering the journey Keith is on and what he’s been through, what we’ve seen him harbouring and enduring alone, maybe we could take a different approach.

So today I reworked the original, orchestrated this from scratch and out popped this version. you can listen to the instrumental version without vocals here.


Feet don’t fail me now
Courage don’t desert me
Don’t turn back now that we’re here…

CLEANER MIX HERE [new version i couldn’t replace the audio!]

orchestration notes & lyrics below:

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anonymous asked:

I can't believe there's not a Actor AU fic rec yet ! Everyone need this in their life 🙈 Have you by any chance read some? xxx

I can’t believe neither !! Thanks for asking !

- The Brightest Lights  : After watching yet another actor walk away with his Oscar, Louis is on the lookout for the role of a lifetime that might finally   get him the one thing he has always wanted. He didn’t think coming out of his self-proclaimed break to do another film would be all that difficult, but that was before he met his new co-star. (70k)

- sweet, where you lay  : Louis Tomlinson is a twenty-eight year old succesful actor living in New York. Harry Styles is a twenty year old up and coming model and coincidentally also the one who turns Louis’ world completely upside down.or, Louis is Zachary Quinto and Harry is Miles McMillan. Falling in love was always in the cards for them. (27k)

- Rise up like the sun  : “I wasn’t taking a sneaky pic.” Louis blurted out, the guy stood at one of the urinals taking a piss. “You were.” The guy answered coolly. “I would’ve taken a pic with you if you’d just asked.” “No I didn’t want a pic with you.” The guy turned his head, quirking his eyebrow sardonically. “No you’re far too cool for that, you just wanted to violate my privacy.” (…) (34k)

- shine  : Louis is an actor who needs to get away from the real world. He does the only thing that he can and runs away, finding himself in a small town where he happens upon Harry. What Louis doesn’t expect is to somehow fall in love and end up having to face what he was running from all along.  (40k)

- Harry Wants The D (List)  : Louis is a D-List celebrity looking to make his big break. Harry is a socialite looking to clean up his image. They come to a mutually beneficial arrangement. (11k)

- And this old world is a new world  : Louis works in a little coffee shop although he hates coffee but what can you do when you’re pretty much living day by day trying to ignore that dream of yours you’re too scared to pursue. And then Harry enters the scene, or more precisely the coffee shop. He’s beautiful and kind and funny and also famous and not in town for very, very long. But that doesn’t keep Louis from maybe falling for him a bit and his friends from randomly inviting him along to go golfing. (44k)

- Play Me Like One of Your French Girls  : Louis is Hollywood’s ‘Bad Boy and Sometimes Darling’, and Harry is the clumsy, endearingly attractive part-time cellist whose cello gets upgraded to the seat next to his on the plane. They fall in love.Also featuring R&B Superstar Zayn Malik, Olympic Gold Medalist Liam Payne, and Masterchef Niall Horan. (26k)

- walk my days on a wire : Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?” “We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.  or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind. (38k)

- Off The Record : Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don’t. (90k)

- Whirlwind  : AU. Acclaimed actor, Hollywood heartthrob, and Oscar nominee, Harry Styles, seems to have the world at his feet, but seeks out an old friend when he needs a date for his big night. (21k)

- 90 Day Return        : It was all supposed to be mutual promo. That’s it. A boyfriend for the winter - Louis can do this. (15k)

- if i had the chance, the things i would do to you  : (Or: AU where Harry and Louis compete in the Lip Sync Battle) (14k)

- I’ve Been Wandering Round (But I Still Come Back to You)  : “Harry had always been beautiful, but lately he’d blossomed into this tall, sexy, man and Louis was having trouble dealing with it. And so, it seemed, were his hormones.” OR The one where Louis and Harry are best friends and co-stars on a popular television series and Louis inconveniently discovers he’s in love with him in the middle of a press tour. (27k)

- come on jump out at me  : Or, the one where actor louis tomlinson and one direction superstar harry styles try to fake a sex tape to help harry get out of the closet and they both get more than they bargained for. (28k)

- Tease  : AU. Louis Tomlinson, actor and movie star, is wildly in love with his boyfriend, supermodel Harry Styles. Their relationship is lovely and unlike any Louis has ever had before, which makes the surprise of Harry’s newest interest that much more intriguing. (12k)

UPDATE (last update on April 4Th 2017)

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It’s Really Hard to Wait When It’s This Much Fun to Tease

Originally posted by chimtae

Note:  Another reupload with a lot of edits and more content added.  I did a kink meme game back on my old blog, and the prompt was “Teasing & Threesome + Taehyung & Jimin” which sounds like a great time lol.  Short thing of smut.  Just 1.7k words of filth.  Proceed with caution babes.  

Summary:  Teasing & Threesome + Taehyung & Jimin.  It’s pretty straightforward.




“You do know he’s going to get you back…”  Jimin’s words are said out of concern for you, but right now your boyfriend looks the furthest thing from worried when you give a kittenish lick to the head of his cock in time with a rough squeeze around his length.  With a gasp, he almost drops the phone recording you giving him wettest, sloppiest blowjob of his life.  

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Happy Valentine’s Day @fairytalesandtimetravel!!! I had so much fun talking to you this month, though I apologize for how infrequent it got as the school year decided to slam everything down on me. Now this is a bit more St. Patrick’s Day than Valentine’s, but I loved your prompt and pulled in some of my own experiences as well ;)

“Doesn’t this country know it’s summer?” Emma grumbled as she pulled her beanie more snugly around her ears.

Her new beanie, made with genuine Irish wool (dyed green, since Mary Margaret said it matched Emma’s eyes), because it was the end of June and Emma had foolishly believed that she could wear summer clothes on this trip around the British Isles.

But apparently Ireland hadn’t received the message that the summer solstice had passed two days before; the rolling green hills were capped with low-hanging gray clouds, blocking any sunshine from warming the air. Everyone had bought out the gift shop’s supply of wool sweaters and scarves the night before, after the news report that the next few days were sure to be more of the same. As she dubiously eyed the path up to the castle, Emma had yet to decide if there was a constant drizzle or if it was just that foggy, but either way the weather was chilly and damp.

And the most infuriating thing of all? The island still managed to be one of the most beautiful places she’d ever been to.

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I’ll Always Be Here || c.h

its never too much, bb x

I M A G I N E 

You got me so obsessed,” you sang, dancing around in your small kitchen. “I love when east meets west!” 

It’s Friday night and you’re currently dancing to ONE OK ROCK. A kettle was boiling water on your 1970s stove as your hips swayed with every beat of the song. The glossed, wooden tiles kept your feet giddy due to the chill it held. You hopped yourself on top of your granite counter, preparing your ‘i cant even’ mug with a small colander.  

“Can’t you see I’m out of my head for you,” you sung, tapping teaspoons of sugar into your mug as you bobbed your head to the catchy beat. “Can’t you see I’m–” the vibration of your phone distracted you too much to finish the lyric. You press pause on your boombox as you check the caller ID. Your face beamed to see your favorite Maori boy’s name shine on the screen. 

“Hey Cal,” you spoke gently but contently, holding the phone dearly against your ear. 

“Y/N, I need you!” Calum frantically pleaded, shocking you a bit. “Fuck– I mean, I need your advice!” 

“What’s up?” You pondered, stressing concern in your voice as you hopped off the counter. You began shifting around your cabinets for a pot while listening to Calum’s unsteady breathing. 

“Okay, how do I put this without seeming like a dick?” Calum began, thinking to himself a bit as you took out a gallon of milk and poured it into the pot. You place the pot gently on the stove beside the burning kettle. “Okay so you know how I was seeing that girl– Yana?” 

“Uh yeah?” You respond, hopping back on the counter as you watched the flames dance on the stove. 

“S-so, you know how that was about 2 years ago?” Calum begin, having you hum in response. “Because we had… sex, and I left her because I realized I didn’t actually like her that much?” 

“Mhm, I remember.” You recall the moment Calum came crying to you, feeling so bad that he basically used her to a free fuck and then left her heart broken. It was always heartbreaking to see your crush get with other girls but then see him fall apart when he breaks their hearts. 

“I– well, she came by my house,” Calum mumbled nervously, a deep sigh being released on the other line as your eyes widened from shock. “And she left our– my now, 1 year old daughter at my front door…” 

“Calum, are you trying to tell me that you’re a father?” You quietly hissed, feeling all sorts of things as the kettle began to make a loud screech due to the extreme heat. Hopping off the counter, you put some black tea into your boiling milk and shut off the kettle beside it. 

“Y-yeah…” Calum whispered, having you sigh. You found yourself chewing on the nail of your index finger as you looked at the fire dance under the pot of milk. 


“Please don’t hate me, Y/N!” Calum immediately cried, stopping your sentence as you listened to his broken voice. “I know I fucked up and should’ve worn a condom. But I thought she was the one when, in reality, she wasn’t and I was the asshole who led her on to believe that. I don’t deserve anything but a fucking scolding but please Y/N, please don’t abandon me on this one. You’re my best friend, you’ve always been there for me and just– please don’t hate me…” 

The pot of milk suddenly turned a lovely shade of gray. 

“I’ll be there in 10,” you replied, walking over to your cabinet to reveal a burgundy travelling mug. You were definitely gonna need your tea. 

15 minutes later and you found yourself at Calum’s door, cold with your black tea in your hand. 

“Y/N!” Calum exclaimed as he opened the door to his house. You offer your travel mug, having him give you a puzzled look as he takes it to hold. Letting yourself in, you quickly peel off your hat, scarf, gloves, and coat and hang them at his coat hanger. “Y/N, are you ok–” 

“First things first– why the hell did you not wear a damn condom?” You said quietly, being cautious over the baby that’s potentially nearby. “You only dated her for a good 3 weeks! It doesn’t matter if you thought she was the one because you didn’t give it enough time to decide that properly. Sometimes you act too careless and drown into that fantasy world of yours too much.” 

“Y/N, I–” 

“That’s your first stupid mistake being scolded at,” you interrupted, taking your mug from him as you jabbed your finger in his chest. “Another stupid mistake of yours is thinking that I’d actually hate you. How dare you? We’re best friends, Calum, I’d never hate you. Even if I wanted to, trying is do so would be absolutely impossible.” 

You then lowered your tone, calming your running mouth as you gently placed your hand against Calum’s chest. He was furiously blushing at the little distance between you two, but you were too heated to notice. 

“One more stupid mistake you made is thinking that I wouldn’t be there for you,” you said quietly, looking up to give him a sheepish smile. “You’re supposed to make mistakes anyways so I can be there for you. I’ll always be here for you, Calum Thomas Hood. There will never be a time where I won’t be there for you. Ever. Do you hear me, Hood? Ever.”

“I hear you loud and clear,” Calum muttered, giving you a big smile as you backed off and took a sip of your tea. 

“Now then,” you said, clearing your throat as the black tea danced on your tastebuds. “Where’s Baby Hood?” 

“She’s on my bed, c’mon,” Calum said with a smile, guiding you up the stairs to his bedroom. You walk in quietly to see the small human sprawled on Calum’s bed, obviously in a heavy slumber. You put your mug on Calum’s nightstand as you take a seat on his bed. 

“She…” you began, your fingers rubbing along one of her rosy cheeks. “She looks just like you. What’s her name?” 

“Zoey, but it’s spelled with an X,” Calum said, chuckling at the uniqueness of her name. “So it’s X-O-E.” 

“Xoe, ay?” You whispered, carefully scooping her into your arms as you rocked her gently. “Well, Xoe, it’s nice to meet you. I’m your daddy’s best friend, Y/N, and I’ve saved his butt one too many times. I’ll be sure to help him, though, raise you up to be a pretty rad chick, okay?” You plant a kiss on her forehead while continuously rocking her in your arms. 

Calum was watching you with awe, seeing how much love and care you had for his daughter. Your gentle arms and loving voice was evident, having Calum bite his bottom lip in adoration. The way you spoke to his daughter as if she were your very own made Calum see you in a completely different light. You, his very best friend and partner and crime, became the woman that he has always needed. 

I’m in love with you, Y/N. Calum relays in his head, his almond eyes studying you with temptation.

“It was you all along, wasn’t it…” Calum said, having you turn over to him in confusion as he chuckled. 

“What’d you say?” You replied, watching as he walked over to you and gave you a goofy grin. 

“I’ll tell you over dinner, okay?” Calum mumbled, kissing your cheek before rubbing Xoe’s soft cheek. You blushed, feeling your heart beat a little too fast as you held Xoe close. 

“Are you… asking me on a date, Calum T. Hood?” 

“Why yes I am, Y/N Y/Middle/N Y/L/N,” Calum replied, having the both of you smile at one another before your eyes were directed back down to the small child. Her eyes were opening groggily, revealing the eyes identical to her father’s as she familiarized herself with you. 

In just a few moments, Xoe gave you a big and happy smile and you found yourself stupidly smiling back. 

my highlights list of Owl City songs

maybe you’ve only heard like “fireflies” and you dont have shit taste and aren’t a coward and so you’ve always hoped i’d make a list of imo extra standout owl city songs; maybe i just wanted to make something like this list even though i didnt try that hard to cut it down and it would change every day and i dont think i dislike any of his songs and could give reasons why i especially like some element of pretty much each of them

Assuming Everyone’s Also Heard: VANILLA TWILIGHT (Ocean Eyes), GOOD TIME (The Midsummer Station)
they’re both amazing. vanilla twilight is intense and good for when you’re looking at a nice sunset and feeling brave. shaq is in the music video. that carly rae jepsen and adam young happened to team up was a great move by whoever initiated it, and good time is iconic, and there’s a version where carly rae jepsen is also singing the chorus and its better but i dont really know how to search for it in particular because its otherwise identical

***HELLO SEATTLE*** (Ocean Eyes)
this was on the radio too so it couldve gone in the above section but it needs its own. im not sure i’d say this is officially my favorite owl city song but if someone hadnt heard anything by owl city this is the one i’d choose to represent his entire vibe and be the first impression. and you’d think nobody could possibly remix it but adam young himself did and its fantastic and relatable even though the only lyrics are the occasional words “hello seattle.” technically the first version of this song is on the album “of june” and theyre both good but i like the ocean eyes version best

the most upbeat song on the album probably. adam young is very very good at lyrics and some elements of this include his imagery, rhythm, alliteration, wordplay, and general ability to make the words in a song both euphonic in the sound along but also be very Pretty content wise. ok im most serious about how good he is with lyrics so maybe i’ll be more concise after this one

owl city songs aren’t depressing or even really Sad even when they’re sad (w/ some exceptions…cough silhouette) but they’re good if you are / have been a Sad Person Who Lives In Their Head because thats what a lot of the songs are about / the perspective theyre from. this one sounds like that and also like an overcast day

***IF MY HEART WAS A HOUSE*** (Ocean Eyes)
the Best love song of the whole discography imo. it goes hard as fuck. i don’t date but for the duration of this song i have a gf/bf/nb-f

one of the best and another one of the best love songs. im especially partial to the winter theme now o course. this super cool thing happens in the middle with amazing lyrics and this volume effect. the instrumental versions of this and if my heart was a house are also killer

ANGELS (All Things Bright And Beautiful)
adam young loves jesus a whole lot; this song is about literal christian angels. i love the alliteration of the lines “in the dust on the cellar staircase / a pair of footprints followed me / i saw a flicker in the fake fireplace”. not many owl city songs are from both an upbeat perspective AND have upbeat music, and this one’s chorus really goes for it. adam y.’s pretty excited about jesus stuff i think and so when he channels that in songs especially about jesus, it’s pretty energetic. but for the most part his songs arent overtly christian save maybe some passing references, so if thats a concern dont worry

for example, this one definitely has a jesus line. but this is just one of the references to an unspecified “he” which means it could also just be interpreted as gay. (owl city belongs to the gays btw) and this really is a song to go ham to and listen to it with stereo speakers because one of my fave parts relies on that. the intro is a bit jarring because the outro of “january 28, 1986” is meant to transition into this one

DEMENTIA (The Midsummer Station)
i’d put this as a highlight but recognize its coz its a personal fave. it sounds like it would be incredibly depressing of course but it has nothing to do with actual dementia thank god. it’s a love song and very upbeat in both sound and content. i’m hugely partial to the lyrics, especially the pairs “every light in the night flickered in and out / every bone in my back shivered up and down”; “every voice in my head shouted yes and no / every freight train of thought fought to stop and go”; “every tear in my eyes dripped and wouldn’t drop / every disc in my spine shook and couldn’t stop” and “every hand let me go that i tried to hold / every warm-hearted love left me freezing cold”

he has a bunch of random christmas singles and this ones the best. the titles ridiculous and i love it, and the song isn’t really about anything and i love it. it is such a bop. “peppermint winter” and “humbug” are the other best xmas ones

half the songs on this album are summery dancey songs about having fun with other people (usually owl city songs are about being lonely or having fun with one other person tops by cloudwatching, so this album is unusual in that regard and rocks out a bit which is also unusual as per owl city’s tendency to sound really dreamy or otherwise fairly light. it bothers people who are in the “the old stuff is better” camp of everything) and the other half are upbeat summery songs that are encouraging and tell you you’re a good and special person. this one is the latter and a lot of fun. i like the lyrics and melody of the lines “fan a flame so hot it melts our hearts” and “let your colors burn and brightly burst / into a million sparks that all disperse / and illuminate a world that’ll try to bring you down” (but not this time)

GOLD (Midsummer)
same category song as above (title refers to “i know you’re gold”). it’s great and sung to a person about to go off and do something and you’re telling them they can totally do it because they’re great. i maintain that one of the Owl City Signature Moves is The Affectionate Sigh: he’s very good at working in words sung with a rising/falling tone, a la a sigh, and its an upbeat delivery not like a “im sad” sigh. when it happens in this song is my favorite part of the whole thing, at the end of the line: “you’ll never be far, i’m keeping you near, inside of my heart, you’re he^re”

the songs on ultraviolet all have a super cool sound, kind of mixing the more loud/layered/noisy quality of midsummer station with the more introverted vibe he usually has, and are all kind of about being stressed and sad but looking to something or someone and kind of seeing a chance to feel okay. “this isn’t the end” is completely about a girl who’s dad kills himself but it has the really good line “you fight to survive cuz you made it this far” and otherwise has a technically uplifting end but without much of the “you shouldnt kill yourself because life is magical” bs which is useless and irrelevant imo but instead the “life is chaotic and you cant say the future is going to be good but it exists and meanwhile you’re not dead yet” which is an infinitely more thoughtful approach. but anyways, about beautiful times: its also about being happy but usually being really sad (“this fight of my life is so hard (so hard, so hard) but i’m gonna survive, oh oh these are beautiful times,”) and also isnt very patronizing about the subject (the prospect/aspiration of feeling happy when you’re a Sad Person) and frames everything in having had damagingly negative feelings while still being overall positive. i really like the way he sings into the first few verses with an echo of what will be the first couple of words, overlapping slightly and growing in volume before taking you right into the actual start of the verse. this is the most upbeat sounding song of the EP imo

THUNDERSTRUCK (Mobile Orchestra)
the intro alone is killer. one of the most Go Hard to songs of the owl city discography. proudly carries the tradition of singing about ghosts (see: plant life, a fun-to-sing-along-to song all about an actual haunted house)

this album has a lot of sounds that, while familiar, are different from any of the other albums, like this one which is very very country. it goes hard as fuck. it uses the word “fireflies” for the first time since fireflies. i love it

personal fave of the album is mostly why this is here. as the title suggests its a dramatic love song, i love how pumped the chorus is and the way the outro sounds. Love To Sing Along

this is peak “happy music, sad lyrics” even though thats everywhere in owl city music, its pretty rare to find songs that are straightforwardly happy. this song is a banger and lyrically crushing. i guess its in the “bittersweet” category like a shit ton of owl city songs are, but still. this song changed our lives

has this sick chill drumbeat throughout the song which is kind of rare. it kind of fuses his underwater type sound with his going hard as hell sound. like, it would be like the choreography of “bet on it” if i was listening to this song while standing up. you get really into the lyrics. i love this part at the end where the music pulls back for just a second while he goes “the thought is KILLING me!” shoutout to “kamikaze” where he yells half of it and its invigorating, shoutout to “paper tigers” which is an amazing song that hasnt shown up on an album

SUNBURN (Ocean Eyes)
possibly the cutest owl city song. it has a sweet guitar riff. cute sweet, not sickass sweet.

possibly the happiest owl city song. extremely cute but not as cute as sunburn but happier than sunburn.

killer intro, really upbeat, the melody of the verses is great and the chorus goes pretty hard

RAINBOW VEINS (Maybe I’m Dreaming)
another top level cute and happy song (“cheer up and dry your damp eyes, and tell me when it rains, and i’ll blend up that rainbow above you, and shoot it through your veins”) and has a top tier chilled out whispery interlude/bridge/whatever that then throws you into this pumped up finale

speaking of being thrown into a pumped up finale, this does that too. so does “umbrella beach.” this one goes hardest imo and the live version of it goes even harder than that. plus the lyrics are amazing and the alliteration is stellar

***SUPER HONEYMOON*** (Maybe I’m Dreaming)
consistently one of my top tier faves. i like the semi staccato delivery of parts of the lyrics, the music is fantastic, also very Classic Example of owl city

super dreamy and pretty and bittersweet sounding, classic

a bop!!! electronica on electronica

so fun and sounds like a song to be going to the beach to

YOUTOPIA (ft. Adam Young)
obvs not owl city but i’m putting it in, the full 4 min version. not only dreamy and bittersweet but one thing i always love in music is an unresolved musical phrase repeating on end. there’s also this part in the middle where his vocals kind of layer and grow and it has a long E sound and when he lingers on the long E its one of those things that would be grating except for its actually great because of that. see: honey and the bee

MR. HEARTACHE (ft. Adam Young)
a total bop about being sad. like i wanna jump around to this song. see: tokyo, the song by adam young (owl city) featuring the artists of this one, SEKAI NO OWARI, which has my fave lyric “are you having fun yet, i’ll send you the sunset, i love the most”

FIREFLIES (Said the Sky remix)
the intro to this is like, oh my god. the only fireflies remix the world needs.

UMBRELLA BEACH (Long Lost Sun remix)
the original is great but i love this version even more. the finale is fantastic and exuberant

THAT’S IT i could include all the songs because i have good things to say and specific things to point out about each of them. for example: dental care is a masterpiece of puns. puns are a running theme in owl city. so is ghosts, the sky, the ocean, and The Affectionate Sigh. if you listen to enough songs you find repetitions of certain phrases like “oh darling i wish you were here,” “i feel like a postcard, i wish you were here,” “like hundreds of postcards, that say i wish you were here” and someone should make a post of all of them. it would be me if i had a laptop. anyways i like owl city you’re welcome for this post

"Your Voice Will be the Perfect Boost" (M) // Namjoon

Request: Hello~ can i request sex in the studio with joonie and holy shit dirty talking with that sexy voice and in the end can we get caught and teased? THANK U SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH

Description: You and Namjoon were in the studio and Namjoon was rapping sexily so to get his attention you touched him in the studio. Having enough of your teasing, he teases you inside the studio but ends up recording it and adding it into his song

Warning!: Male!dom, teasing, striptease, fingering, orgasm denial, spanking, choking, riding, public teasing, squirting, caught

You watched as Namjoon spit some rhymes out of his mouth like it was nothing, with his deep hushed tone as his tracked played in the background. These days were normal. To go to the studio and listen to him rap for you, ask for advice, and such. It was like you two’s home basically since you two were always there. You didn’t have a problem because he’d squeeze enough time to pay attention to you, and right now, you needed that attention.

Dressed in a gray tank top that exposed your breast and black gym shorts, you had your head rested on your knuckles as you watched him. Images ran through your mind as he spoke. Things that were too damn sinful to ask for him to do at the moment.

“Did you like it?” he asked. You snapped out of it and cleared your throat, smiling. “Yeah, that was great babe.” He smiled and pecked your lips. “Thank you baby girl.” You smiled briefly and you watched him go to the back and get a glass of water. Namjoon wasn’t making it easy for you. He was wearing a white tank top, his blonde hair was slicked back today, his ripped black jeans. You bit your bottom lip and closed your legs tightly. You watched him take a sip and you stood up and leaned against the equipment.

“you know-” you pushed yourself off and walked over to him and pressed your chest against his as your stared into his eyes. “You’ve been working so hard baby, maybe you should take a little break with me.” Namjoon shrugged and walked past you making you frown.

“I’m almost finished anyways,” he said and sat back down and put on his headphones. You sighed and walked behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yes jagiya?” he asked. You kissed the inside of his earlobe, knowing that was his favorite. He shivered a bit at your touch.

“Come on, baby. Your tensed, lets have a little fun,” you smiled. Namjoon shrugged his shoulders to push you off him. “I have work.” You were surprised. Normally he’d say fuck it and fuck you without mercy but today he wasn’t really in the mood. He didn’t give you the attention you want. And when you don’t get your way, you act a bit stubborn.

“hey, Namjoon. Did you finish?” Hoseok walked in. Namjoon nodded and they continued on speaking about the song. Your were bored of it already and didn’t really have any place to go since Namjoon was your ride home.

You sighed and sat beside him and he started playing the music. You stared at him for a moment and without thinking, you rested your palm on your upper thigh and massaged his inner thigh. He tensed a bit and looked at you. You played it off innocently by going on your phone. When he turned around, you looked in the corner of your eye and started watching him. You watched as your hand moved past his inner thigh to his crotch, where he shifted a bit. You smiled and started massaging him through his pants.

“I…we should add this-” he let put a sigh and cleared a his throat.

“You alright?” Hoseok asked and looked at Namjoon. He nodded and moved his seat away from you and gave you a warning look. Once again you played innocently. When he turned back, you grinned and played with his zipper. You slowly pulled it down, the music in the background helped disguise the sound of the zipper, and unbuttoned his pants. Namjoon continued talking, thinking you wouldnt dare mess with your daddy but you did. Oh so happily.

You put your hand inside his pants without a warning and Namjoon jerked a bit by the sudden warmth in his pants. You slowly massaged him as you went through your phone so Hoseok wouldn’t think its you.

“U-um, Hobi, we should continue this tomorrow. I dony really feel that good,” Namjoon lied. Hobi npdded and grabbed his things and you tore your hand out. Namjoon turned his chair when Hobi grabbed his attention. “Ill schedule for the studio-oh..” He stopped. Namjoon raised a brow and Hobi pointed towards his pants. Noticing his button and zipper were down, he blushed and zipped it up. Awkward laughing Hoseok walked out leaving the atmosphere tense and quiet. Namjoon turned the chair over to you and stared at you. You looked at him and he stood up towering you.

“What?..” You asked innocently battling your eyes as you stared up at him. Namjoon didn’t say a thing but his breathing was heavy. He squatted and leaned forward and stared at you coldly. Having his eyes on ypu turned you more on than youbwere before He put his hands on his kneecaps and licked his lips. “You know damn well what you did. Is that how daddy likes his kitten to behave? When company is here?” He asked in a deep hushed tone. One that showed his true dominant side. You shook your head pouting. “No daddy.” Namjoon grabbed your chin with his index and thumb and made you stare at him. “You know how daddy gets when kitten misbehaves. You know what going to happen right? Tell me,” he whispered aganist your lips. Your were desperate. You looked down at his lips and back at him. You wanted to kiss those perfect plump lips but you were in deepshit.

“I get punished.” He smirked and nodded his head. “That’s right. You cant be daddy’s kitten right now since you misbehaved,” he pulled away from you ad moved to the black leather couch. He sat down and spread his legs open and patted his lap.

“Come here,” he beckoned you with his index finger. You walked over there and you stopped to get permission.

“Strip for me,” he whispered and rested his arm on top of the cushion. “Yes daddy.” You slowly took off your tank, leaving you in your black lace bra. Next was your shorts and you slide them off teasingly making him upset. You kickrd your jeans to the side and stood there, daring him with your eyes. He patted his thigh and which you obliged and crawled on top of him. You laid on your stomach on his thighs, with you arse raised high.

“Count for me.” You nodded. He felt his soft hand rub your ass and squeeze it, knowing that was your favorite. You felt his hand leave your touch and it being slapped back on your ass. You moaned out. “Does my kitten like that? Being slutty on daddy’s lap? Count.” “O-one.” You felt his hand strike you again and you bit your bottom lip and moaned half in pleasure and pain. “Two!” He slapped you again. “Three!” “Fuck..f-four!” “One more.” You nodded and you raised your arse and your ass was met with his hand. Your body fell limp in top of him. “Aw, kitten. Did that feel good?” “Y-yes daddy,” you answered in a small voice. He smiled and pulled you off him. He stood up amd walked over to where the controls were. You slid off the clouch and huddled next to it. You didn’t know much about th controls but the red button which was to record. You watch him him a tune and wave his finger a bit before pressing the red button. You looked at him confused.

“since you think you dont get enough attention from daddy, I’ll put your cute moans in my song. So the whole world knows how well you submit to me.” He sat down on the chair and stared at you. “Come here.” You crawled over to him on your knees and hands and stood between his legs. “You know what daddy wants.” You reached your hands over to his pants. Since the zipper was down and th button wad off, you just pulled his pants and boxers off.

His cock stood there, weeping already precum. It was always too big. It always filled you up in a brim. You wrapped your hand around his cock and swirled your thumb over the precum. “Remember the rule baby, graze your teeth too hard, I take over,“ Namjoon warned. You nodded and you wrapped your lips around his tip and pressed a finger aganist your clit. You slowly pushed him down your throat as you slowly rubbed your sensitive clit. Keeping your eyes on him, you watched his facial expression. He was biting his bottom lip, staring down at you with his lustful eyes, as he held your hair back. You started bobbing your head on his cock, gagging here are there, as you twisted your wrist on what you couldn’t fit inside your mouth. When you tried to take him out of your mouth to catch your breath, you thrusted his hips into your mouth, causing you to gag harshly. Namjoon smirked wickedly at you amd allowed you to take your mouth off. Your tore it off and multiple strings of saliva was attached to his cock. He groaned at the sight and watched at you swirled your tongue over his tip and trailed it down to his veins. Licking every corner, teasing him, Namjoon hissed and grabbed the back off your head and shoved your mouth back on his cock and started facing Fucking you. Lifting his hips up and fucking in a brutal pace,making you a mess. Your spit traveled down his cock and to his ball and you put your hand inside your panties and started fingering yourself quickly. Namjoon liking the sight, he groaned out loud. He pushes your head down and held you in a gag and you felt your eyes rolls in the back of your head and he released you and held onto his thighs. “Damn baby girl. Can’t take this cock can you?” He chuckled. You put your mouth back on his cock and stared into his eyes. You moved your panties to the side and he watched as your fingered yourself. Massaging yoyr scalp he encouraged you. “Keep fingering yourself. Keep going you dirty little slut.” You continued and you felt the need to release so you tore your fingers out and you squirted. “Keep rubbing yourself! Keep rubbing yourself!“You screamed and rubbed your clit quickly to release it all. You shut your legs together because if the sensitivity and Namjoon took your hand and sucked your juices off your fingers. “Good girl.” He let your finger go and let you calm down over your puddle. When your breathing was normal he rubbed himself and you looked at him. “Come ride daddy.”

You nodded and climbed on top of him and sanked down on his cock. Moaning out loud. He grabbed your ass and made you bounce on it. To silence your moans a bit, he kissed you. He grabbed and spanked your ass as you rode him. Rubbing yourself in advance. “God you little whore. Taking daddy cock in like a pro. You like it don’t you huh?” You nodded and rolled your hips on his tip when you lifted yourself up and slammed right back down. He spread your ass cheeks apart and licked his middle and ring finger and shoved it inside your ass. You screamed his name out as he played with your asshole. Being over stimulated, you felt yourself cumming again. “I-I’m cumming!” Namjoon spanked your ass twice and grabbed your throat.

“Dont you dare Fucking cum.” You screamed and he choked you harder. Namjoon released your throat and grabbed your ass as he threw his back. Still fingering you, you felt him start to throb as your juices started cumming out. “Oh shit,” he moaned and you felt him stop and cum. Not wanting to lose contact of your orgasm, you continued riding him. Namjoon came down and lifted you up from your thighs and stared at you pussy. It was covered with cum and he smiled. “I’m still horny babe.” Many rounds of sex, you couldn’t cum anymore as Namjoon rolled his hips deep inside of you


purple was the color of the flower, the first one i gave you. it reminded me of Sappho and violets then i thought of you, after that i never stopped thinking about you. purple because i hoped our love would prosper.

brown was the color i always thought of as being the most unattractive, but you changed my mind about it, just like you did with everything. the things you’d bake for me, the picnic table we carved our names in, the sand fort we built the summer after we met. brown reminds me of home and i’ve been lost ever since.

blue was your favourite color, it was also the color of the the towel we shared when we snuck into the pool and pretended not to care. it was 2am, the night sky was dark, you were shining in the moon light, we were the only ones in the park, in a city i had no familiarity with, but you told me not to worry and i flew into your arms. so blue because of trust, trust i no longer have.

white was my shirt that your hands helped pull off, as the cold wind hit my wet skin and your fingertips quickly scrambled to warm me up. i thought i would die, i’d dreamt of this for so long. your lips licked mine and we danced in time, to the song… something from Ed Sheeran, it was the one you told me to listen to all those months ago, the one i played every night after you left. white because of safety, purity and innocence, the two latter is obvious, but safety is something i no longer feel unless i’m back in your arms.

black was the sky with twinkles of star dust, and your eyes filled with lust, even if i try, i cant remember what they look like now. black is how i feel inside without the color you brought to my life.

- it’s been years and my life has been black and white ever since // cxw

Crying in the club. G.D


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“You think, think that you’ll die without him. That’s a lie that you tell yourself. You fear that you lay forever alone now. It ain’t true no.” 

Grayson, and yourself, had well broken up. That week, Monday specifically, it was now Saturday, and your friends had dragged you out, to free you from your current heartbreak. And guess who just happened to gracefully be there, as you were attempting to move on. No one else, but Grayson himself. Pretty convenient as he was the exact one you intended to drown out, drinking your sorrows away until he simply slipped your mind. Which, now was not what was going to happen tonight. You and Gray had broken up mutually, nothing, well bad happened. He had just grown to be extremely busy, never getting to see you, and vice versa. So, instead of drifting apart or such. You both had simply decided to break things off on good terms. This entire week, had been hell. You’ve always told yourself, you couldn’t even breath without Gray, let alone live without him. And tonight, you were going to reunite with him. Whether you liked it or not. He was there, you were there. There was going to be some type of contact. And, well you need it, or well want it. It’s actually unbelievable to how excoriating it has been without him.

“So put your arms around me tonight. Let the music lift you up. Like you’ve never been so high. Open your heart to me, let the music lift you up. Like you’ve never been this free. Til you feel the sunrise. Let the music warm your body, like the heat of a thousand fires.”

As the night wasted away, few stares from Grayson, looking at you ever so often, from what you presumed to check where you were. But who knows. All you knew is that you missed him. A lot. And he was not going to ruin your night. You loved him, you knew it. But it couldn’t work, without someone getting hurt. So you knew you had to let go of him for the best. Just not tonight, you were here to have a good time. And well, the both of you were going to have a great time, together. “Grayson, follow me.” You said walking up to him, grabbing his hand, breaking the conversation with some random guy he was having. Not important as of now. “Grayson, just follow me.” You repeated. Him simply, not replying, but following you. “Y/n? What are we doing?“ he asked once more, as you placed your hands on his shoulders, swaying along to the music of the speakers. Dancing, was something you and Gray would often do together, connecting with the rhythm of one another. “Shh, just feel the rhythm, feel like you’ve never felt before, free yourself to me, baby.” You spoke, instantly seeing a spark light up inside of his eyes. Feeling the fire of your romance, rekindle in a few simple touches, feeling everything you once had, something that still exists. Something so pure, a love that is impeccable, rekindle in a simple touch.

“Ain’t no crying in the club, let the beat carry your tears as they fall baby, with a little faith your tears turn to ecstasy.”

Swaying along to the music, as you both continued to dance along, the beat switched. To, yours and Graysons song, it was a slow one. And had incredible meaning to the both of you. Causing Grayson, to quickly, take his hands off of your waist. Trying to leave, as he felt memories, of something he let go resurface. “Gray, no. There’s no crying in the club tonight, stay here. Please, we can still dance to this.” You said, causing him to turn back around, facing you. “I wont, just. It hurts. Not being able to touch you like once before. Just, I miss you. I miss us.” He said, barely audible from the song blaring through the speakers. “Gray, it’s for the best. But, we have tonight, let your tears fall, turn to exctasy, like I said, free yourself. You need it, I need it. Just tonight.” You said, grabbing his shoulders once more. Swaying along to the slow song, feeling the love spark, but this was temporary y/n, everything is.

“You may think that you’ll die without her. But you know that’s a lie you told yourself. You fear you’ll never meet another so pure. It ain’t true no.”

Y/n, I, I cant do this. You, me not together. I can’t live without you, please. Can we try, us. Again?” Gray whispered against your shoulder during the slow song. “Bab- Grayson. We can’t, we could. But remember the whole thing about us, wanting to stay on good terms, this is that. You, will find someone ten times better for you. We won’t die without each other, I promise.” Was all you had to say, not to cheer him up. But to smack some realism into him. Really, to show him yes. He could live without him. And you can him. Just tonight, tonight was your, “official.” Departure. Giving the both of you a peaceful memory to break on.

“You think, think that you’ll die without him. That’s a lie that you tell yourself. You fear that you lay forever alone now. It ain’t true no.”

You were now, starting to free from him. Feeling every emotion melt away as you danced the night away, feeling a some what peace. Knowing tonight, tonight you could go home. Tonight you could live without him. Would that be permanent? No, probably not. He was your first love after all, and well most memorable. Every second, even now. Exhilaration filled your veins when you neared him, but. Maybe that wasn’t such a good thing after all. Maybe he could now be a peaceful memory. Maybe Y/n, and Grayson could be something of the past, and just y/n, can live on.

“Aint no crying in the club. I wont, I wont. Aint no crying in the club baby.”

As the night neared the end, nearly peaking into the sinful hours of the morning, nearly every soul gone. Including your friends, you and Grayson, still stood, dancing with the music. Nothing seeming real, everything seeming as it was in a movie scene. Perfect could describe the feeling. Perfect ending to “us” as, hopefully. You could both move on, after this night, of each other. Not one soul in the world could mess the both of you up .right now. Just the purity of a broken love surfacing the air. A love, that will never leave either of you. Forever staying within you. As the club was now closing, you could see Grayson. Looking down at the floor in despair, coughing slightly before speaking, “Listen, y/n. Thank you, for tonight. But, does this have to be the end. Of us?” he asked. “Grayson, you know. As I said once before, it’s for the best. The best for us.” You spoke, wishing it wasn’t true. Looking up to him, as the both of you walked out of the venue. As the inevitable departure was closing in. You could feel the tears well in your eyes. Not wanting this to be the end. “Hey, ain’t no crying in the club baby.” He mocked, as you once said. Placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey y/n?” he asked. “Yes?” you asked as you were standing outside of the brick building. “Can I kiss you? One last time?” he asked. Nodding, not wanting to waste the little time of him left. As you now vowed, never to see him again. Or at least on purpose. He leaned in, locking his perfect lips with yours, syncing perfectly. Slowly, breaking the kiss. As you both had to be home before it became morning. “I’ll miss you.” He said, walking off to his car, leaving. Leaving you, and anything that had happened in the club behind. And this, this was the last time you saw Grayson Dolan.

Hope you enjoy♥️ requests and ships open as always
Trying Something New By TEN

Daddy!Jungkook x Reader (Smut)

Chapters: 1/1 (Oneshot) 

A/N: Request for Anon! Sorry Anon I didn’t add the “ Lays in bed with you till you feel better” but added another part to it hope that’s okay! but yes enjoy, Daddy kink is fun for me to write haha. 

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College!AU Seokjin
  • major: broadcasting 
  • minor: hospitality and tourism management 
  • sports: tennis team 
  • clubs: cooking club, on campus news channel + interns at the actual city news channel 
  • it is important to point out that the only person out of his crew of friends aka bts he is the only one with a car and all the members keep fighting over who seokjin is going to let borrow his car for the weekend and most of the time seokjin is like this is a Headache and gives it to hoseok because hoseok is nice and also jungkook can’t double park and namjoon drives at a snails pace
  • but yeah he has a car mostly because he has to drive to get to the city news headquarters that is like way too far from campus and the cars like a hand-me-down from his family so it’s kinda old but seokjin always keeps it clean and freshly painted and he has those cute like air fresheners that hang from his mirror because god only knows what the members do in this poor car when he’s not around
  • but seokjin’s car is not the point of this au moving on he’s a broadcasting major and hopes to have a job in news when he’s older, preferably as an anchor at a news station even (a famous one would be even better) and everyone thinks that honestly he’s a perfect fit for the job
  • a) because he’s handsome b) because he has a good voice and c) did i mention he’s drop dead handsome? like imagine waking up, turning on the tv, and there’s seokjin telling you it’s gonna be a sunny day and that the government royally screwed up again. wow. a Dream
  • seokjin’s original major was hospitality and tourism management because he had wanted to go to culinary school but thought that that was way too much of a stretch so maybe working in at a hotel or as an event planner was kind of similar to cooking for many people in a restaurant, but after a while he made it his minor because someone had suggested he should be on TV with those good looks
  • and being an actor was just as a far off as being a chef so he was like what else is on TV? the news
  • and seokjin’s like pretty well informed too, like he enjoys reading the paper and listening to political podcasts (which jungkook and taehyung always whine about in the car if seokjin is driving them all into the city they’re always like “hyUNG this is so sad and the words are so boring let’s listen to something more funnnn” and seokjin’s like “how does radio disney sound for you kids?” and they’re like h Y U N g and seokjin’s like no we’re not listening to any of those songs w swear words in them and yoongi in the passenger seat beside jin is like oh my god seokjin we are all in C O L L E G E 
  • but yeah he like does the weather reporting and reads of the news that goes on on campus but he’s also fascinated by journalism and when he’s at his internship he’s always mingling w the interns that aren’t doing broadcasting but the ones who’re working under the journalists and sources because they’re so cool and know so much and ok some of the stuff they tell him he’s not supposed to know but seokjin is so charming that he could get mr. krabs to tell him the secret to the krabby patty. 
  • not interested in sports broadcasting even though every season the baseball coach sends over half the team to get jin to show up and broadcast live through the university’s athletic channel stream and seokjin’s like no thanks but the coach is like bribe him. tell him he’s pretty. and the team tries but seokjin is like listen i know your coach just wants more people to watch the show for my great face and not the game so im not gonna do it. and the teams like sigh ok but also seokjin is right that’s exactly why the coach wants him to broadcast
  • seokjin is also on the tennis team and everytime he practices the court is full of girls and boys pressed against the fence around the net trying to take photos of him and he’s like flattered but also like !!! be careful you guys i have a very strong swing i dont want any balls going over the fence and hurting anyone!!! 
  • when they play doubles seokjin’s teammate sandeul is always whining about how another fan of seokjins had asked him to get her seokjin’s signature and he’s like seokjin pls im so tired of this someone stole my racket last week thinking it was yours
  • and seokjin’s like im sorry buddy but im cursed with this Beautiful Face what can i do…..
  • sandeuls like let me whack you with this ra- and jin’s like i will end you 
  • and so one day you’re actually featured on the campus new channel because you won an award in your major and it’s nothing hUGE but it’s something so you get an invite to be on the morning segment and you kinda want to turn it down because cameras,,,the whole student body watching you,,,ahhhhhhh no
  • but like your friends are like what nO do  i  t and also they’re like “you’ll get to do it with seokjin, and you know everyone loves seokjin!!! you can’t let this chance go!!!!”
  • and you’re like well like you know who seokjin is but you’re like even if i do this interview it’s not like he’s going to magically fall in love w me or something (Lmao little do you know)
  • so you’re just like fine whatever and you try to wear something nice and you show up and it’s obvious you’re worried because you keep fiddling with your phone
  • until you hear a sweet voice go; “don’t worry. it’s not like this is cable television or anything.”
  • and you look up to see THE seokjin standing beside you with a kind smile on his face and his signature pink tie on and ok wow he’s super handsome up close are his eyes sparkling?? ok wait not the point
  • and you’re like ahHA it’s easy for you you do this every morning and seokjin’s like chuckling like you’re not wrong but seriously don’t sweat it
  • and he like ruffles your hair and goes to sit in front of the camera and you’re like 
  • well one your heart is beating because ok,,,,ruffling your hair?? what is this some romance comic but two; holy shit you’re on in two minutes
  • and the minute seokjin is introducing your name and the award you’ve won you can feel your palms getting sweaty but it’s like somehow you catch a gentle, encouraging smile that seokjin passes on to you and suddenly your throats just a little less dry and you manage to stutter out a little speech about the award and not make a fool out of yourself
  • and all in all the segment with you is only 7 minutes long, but you can’t leave the set till seokjin is done talking and right at the end you notice that seokjin’s sweating a lot and that he keeps trying to move his fingers casually toward the cue cards that are beside you but are too far away and if he just grabs them everyone will see it in the shot
  • and you’re like wait shit did he forget the headlines??? and you can hear seokjin’s lines wavering a bit and he clears his throat right after the weather report and you’re like oh no and seokijn is like “now for more headlines, the real information about campus life and activities, the headlines…”
  • like it’s obvious he’s stalling and the crew is panicking and so you casually put your award down on the table and slip the cue cards into your lap so the camera cant see and without looking at him, you drop the cards in jin’s lap under the table you two are sitting on and like
  • he just needs one glance down to remember the first couple of words and BAM everything comes back to him and he’s making the announcements smoothly and the crew is like thANK GOD the main cameraman even needs someone to like dab the sweat off his forehead for him because that was close
  • can you believe this drama at the on campus news channel like wOW 
  • but yes everything ends and the seokjin turns to you and you’re like !!! good job and he’s like,,,,,,,,,,,,,listen i owe you my life
  • and you’re like ok chill not your life it’s just a show but seokjin is like no no ive never messed up on a broadcast and idk whats happening with me today maybe i was too distracted but really you saved me
  • and you blush like oh,,,,it was nothing quick thinking you know!! and you like get your award and jump off your chair like well!!!! this was interesting and nerve wracking!!! thanks for having me
  • and you do a bow to all the film + broadcasting students and you’re like oh no class is in fifteen
  • and you run off before seokjin can flag you down and give you his number because hey you wanna know why he was distracted?
  • because you were so damn cute
  • ALSO because you see him the next day in the pharmacy off campus buying flu medicine and he’s got tissues sticking out of his pockets and like a neck warmer on and you’re like
  • …….. he forgot his lines because he was also getting sick……..
  • and you walk over like hey!! and he’s like o H and hides behind the cap he’s wearing because he’s like  don’t look at me im usually a 10 but today im an 8 because i look horrible
  • and you’re like no no you’re still like above a 10 don’t worry
  • and seokjin peeks from under his baseball cap like ,,,,,,why thank you *commence a long string of sneezes*
  • and you’re like hey, you should try this tea my mom gave me when she was helping me pack for this semester. whenever i get a cold it always works and im good the next day! and seokjin is like a one day cure for the cold? ill take it i have the morning news to do tomorrow
  • and you’re like cool!!! ill bring some over to your dorm and seokjin’s like ok!! thank you ill pay you back with some good food and you’re like no no you’re sick and he’s like yEs im sick im not dying i can still make some kimchi fried rice.
  • and so you show up to the dorm with your tea bags and seokjin still has his messy hair under his baseball cap and a big sweater on and some sweats and it’s kind of a shock because you’re used to him being all spiffy and well kept when you see him on the campus channel
  • but now he looks like you know,,,,,,like every other sick and stressed kid in college
  • and like seokjin has got his ricecooker on and he’s got all these containers of sidedishes that he’s made and you’re like making him tea
  • and like you barely know each other but somehow it’s very serene and domestic
  • and when you’re done and seokjin drinks like 3 cups of your tea and you eat like 3 portions of his rice 
  • seokjin is seeing you to the door and he’s like
  • *cough* “is it ok *sneeze* *blow nose* if one day when im *cough again* better i can take you out for *blow nose and cough at same time, apologize* dinner as a thank you?”
  • and you’re like a thank you for??? and he’s like for that time you saved me and you’re putting your hands up like wAH no no it’s fine
  • but seokjin is like no i must i must and even though he sounds like he’s dying and he’s sneezing all over the place, he’s stubborn till the end until you agree
  • as you’re walking to your own dorm though you’re like
  • wait………….
  • did i just score a date with the handsomest guy on campus????
  • and yes. yes you did
  • when you text your friends about it they nearly sprints their way down to your dorm like W H  A T WE NEED TO GO SHOPPING FOR A DATe outFiT and you’re like i can just wear that- and they’re like nO this is SEOKJIn the FACE OF Our schoOL you are going to have to look GUD
  • and you’re like oh my
  • so the date turns out to be at this pretty fancy place in the city that you’ve heard about and you’re like is seokjin,,,,,the son of some guy with a company or something how can he afford this place
  • and like you see him coming down the street and he’s in like a suit and looking like a+ like yall about to attend a wedding or something and hes got his hair back and you’re like oh,,,,,,,this is so,,,,,,Fancy
  • and you’re like hi!! and seokjin’s like “you look amazing.” and you’re like “you look even better!!” and seokjin laughs like “for the first time, i have to disagree - you’re stunning.”
  • and he offers you his elbow like we’re back in the fifties or something and you go inside and like ,,,, you get this nice table and you’re the youngest ones there and you’re like um seokjin how did you,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,get us seats here? Are you rich? Are you the prime ministers secret son you can tell me i will keep it a secre-
  • but seokjin is like no no i know the chef of this place, he gave a talk on campus for one of the classes in my minor. we kind of clicked you know and he’s always calling me over to have a taste of his food. his names kidoh.
  • and you’re like ……kidoh? and seokjin’s like “interesting, right? he’s seoul’s youngest chef.”
  • and you’re like looking at seokjin like this guys life is just…..full of surprises isn’t it
  • but over dinner like you and seokjin end up bonding so much over the things you guys like and care about and seokjin always seems to unapproachable because he looks like he’s so far above others, but in reality he’s just a dude who loves to cook and make corny jokes and in a lot of ways he’s really just……normal
  • he does admit that he’s really careful about his appearance but he’s like how can i not be when that’s all people see me for
  • and you get a hint of the sadness behind that statement, the fact that people forget that there’s a person with feelings under his breathtaking smiles
  • and you don’t expect it but seokjin’s like let me drive you home and you’re like you have a car??
  • and seokjin’s like yes i just didn’t want to park it out here because it’s pretty old and i thought it might be embarrassing but once you see it you’re like seokjin this car looks new and he’s like that’s because i break my back cleaning it all the time
  • and while he’s driving you he tells you the stories of what jimin, yoongi, and taehyung have all done to his precious car and you’re laughing like nO way and seokjin’s like nO Im telling the truth it’s like im friends with a bunch of five year olds sometimes
  • and you’re like seokjin i love the way you nag about them it’s hilarious and he’s like heY i do not NAG. i woRRY and you’re like hehe it’s cute!!!!
  • and it is cute he’s concerned for the people he loves. this softie
  • and like when you get dropped off youre like hey seokjin wanna hear a secret
  • and he’s like ooo ok and you’re like leaning over like “i liked your kimchi fried rice more than the food at the restaurant. don’t tell your friend!” and when you lean back giggling into your hand seokjin just
  • he just gently takes your wrist and pulls you back to him and kisses the side of your lips with a whispered thank you
  • and like you sit in the car looking at each other in the like moonlight and it’s cute you wanna kiss him again but like it’s enough for the first date and seokjin watches as you go inside just to make sure you’re safe
  • and ofc he sends you a good night text because like seokjin is the best man on this planet he is so soft and caring and wow ok im getting off topic
  • but yes after that you and seokjin meetup more often on campus, sometimes in the area where the news channel is filmed because seokjin is always studying lines during lunch and you’re honestly just fine watching him all concentrated as you munch on his homemade snacks
  • you also listen to him do a mock announcement and then clap and he’s like the aplause is not necessary and you’re like why not you’re so cool seokjin
  • and he’s like trying to hide the smile but he can’t
  • sometimes you’ll go over to his dorm and you two will look up recipes on youtube or online to try and make
  • most of the time you both end up with the ingredients all over your faces and fingertips and when you reach up to put some avocado paste on seokjin’s cheek he chases you until he gets you in a backhug and kisses at the spot behind your ear that he knows is sensative
  • it’s cute you guys make dinner for his friends and jungkook is like “hyung. i think you two should just get married and adopt us all as your kids so you can both cook for us everynight.” and seokjin is like jungKOOK and you’re like skhfldngseifw and yoongi is like “no no the little twerp is right.” and jungkook’s like im like 5 inches taller than you yoongi i have been for like two years and yoongi with his mouth full of noodles “you’re still a twerp jungkook.”
  • you go to see seokjin play tennis and like it’s not a competition so you come out onto the court and seokjin helps you learn how to hold the racquet and whatnot
  • when he puts his hands around your waist to keep you steady you can literally hear sandeul from the other court whistling like GET IT SEOKJIN and seokjin is “i repeat. everyone im friends with is five.”
  • you and seokjin doing little face masks together because he gets you into them and you’re like “did i put this on right?” the first time and he’s like “no it’s upside down come here.”
  • when you had to go away for couple of days for a trip with your class seokjin sent you videos of him eating for a straight thirty minutes not saying anything until the end. he affectionately called these videos “eat jin”
  • you responded by doing the same and naming them “eating without jin” and seokjin was just like yEAH but you wish i was there
  • seokjin is tall and he owns a lot of like long sleeved shirts that you love wearing because they’re big in the shoulders and seokjin is like “…..hey listen you have your own clothes…..did you get a stain on this sweater? come here i will kill yo-” and you’re like “SORRY but they’re nice and they smell clean like you” and seokjin is like “if you weren’t so cute- i sWEAR.”
  • you start watching the school news everyday now lmao all your friends are like “i thought you didn’t care about campus news?” and you’re like “ofc i do. especially if my cute as heck boyfriend is reporting it to me. btw did you know i got him another pink tie for our anniversary and look he’s wearing it-”
  • and one day seokjin and you come to his dorm after going to his tennis practice together and seokjin is gets a call and he’s listening to the other person for a longtime and you can’t really read his face but you’re like ???? and when he hangs up after saying thank you one hundred times you’re like “what is it??” and seokjin’s like “you know the place i intern at?” and you’re like “the big news channel right?” and he’s like “yeah.” and you’re like taking his hands in yours like “well???? what???” and he looks at you and he’s like “they’re officially hiring me. they’re officially hiring me to help report the news.” and you’re like ……..HOLY SHIt and you jump up and down and just grab his cheeks and kiss him like one hundred times
  • and seokjin is like ,,,,,,,,this is fOR real this isn’t just the free news channel for the uni this is,,,,,actual television and you’re like oh MY GOD im so pROUd and you lean in to kiss him again but this time seokjin kisses back
  • and he’s usually very tender with kisses but this one is full of adrenaline and like you’re both already kinda sweaty because you came back from tennis but like what the frick ever you like go down right there on the floor of the kitchen
  • and like seokjin pulls you ontop and is just like
  • well you know there goes his tennis uniform and all that woooo
  • and you two are lucky yoongi doesn’t walk in on the dorm but like seokjin is just holding you close and his forehead is against yours and he’s like
  • “this is a miracle.” and you’re like whaT no you’re destined to be on the TV screen and he’s like no no well yes the job is a miracle but the real miracle he was talking about is ofc……you
  • and it’s cute you and seokjin are two glowing flowers two sweet and kindhearted for this world
  • afterwords you try to get taehyung, jimin, and namjoon to help you make a special cake for seokjin but like with those three all you get is a bunch of icing everywhere so you’re like baking cookies with seokjin’s face on it instead sounds easier
  • you throw a party for him and seokjin is just so surprised because honestly not a lot of people show him they appreciate him a lot but ever since you’ve been around he actually feels loved like really REALLY loved
  • and it’s cute he spins you around in a hug while jungkook is trying to sneak one of the seokjin cookies off your tray and you’re like heY don’t those are seokjin’s present 
  • and yoongi wiggling his eyebrows @ you 2 like “i think seokjin already got his present~~~” and taehyung’s like GOOD ONE BRO
  • and you’re like “seokjin.” and seokjin with his face in your neck like “hmm?” you’re like “i think you were right. your friends are all five year olds.”
  • lmaO you excitedly gather everyone in the study hall to crowd around your laptop to watch seokjin’s first day on the job and you’re like lOOK At him. my professional baby 

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Stiles Stilinski Imagine- Avoiding Love (Part One)


Authors Note- So this was sort of inspired by the film ‘Stuck In love” which is like the only romance film I can re-watch. The reader has quite an icy persona so if that’s not what you like then I’m sorry. I was listening to this song while proof reading and it sort of goes with it, if you care that is you can find it here x

“Therefore you cant live a positive life with a negative mind-” Stiles spoke, to conclude his class presentation. It was a Friday afternoon and your English teacher decided to publically ridicule you all by making you each do a five minute presentation on ‘Your personal outlook on life’. “Does anyone have any questions for Stiles, or does anyone want to challenge his view point?” the teacher asked. When you raised your hand with that cocky look of yours the teacher gave a small sigh that was almost inaudible, almost. “Yes Y/n” she breathed, you see she pretended to hate the many debates you and Stiles had but she secretly loved to hear you argue with thoughts in complete juxtaposition to one another’s. “Positive people also have negative thoughts, they just don’t let those thoughts control them” you contributed, mainly to see the face Stiles pulled when he tried to think of a quick argument back. “Exactly, so you’re saying that positive people have an overall positive outlook because they choose to ignore the negativity surrounding them” he scoffed smugly. “Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of negativity being with us all and some people wallowing in it more than others. But you cant define a positive attitude with ones ability to block out what happens in their life or around them” you retort. After noticing the majority of the students in your class were rather half asleep or confused your teacher interrupted and suggested you begin with your presentation. You stood up and smirked at Stiles as you walked past him, letting him know you were about to make his presentation look miniscule in comparison to your own. “I’ve always been one of those people who look ‘too deeply’ into a situation or into someone and that’s because I learnt from a young age that there’s always something more than what you could ever see. But the one thing I’ve never understood is love, I guess you could say it’s because I’ve never experienced it but if love means putting all your trust into someone besides yourself and hoping they don’t take advantage of that, then I think I’ll pass. I’ve watched people fall hopelessly for people who don’t feel the same and it’s the cruellest, most unforgiving heartache I’ve ever witness and what do we do? We convince ourselves that there’s some sort of force known as ‘love’ that excuses every shitty feeling we’ve ever felt, that makes the hell you feel okay because we’re supposedly all apart of a probable cause. So as you may have already guessed my 3am thoughts aren’t wasted on thinking about a guy who may or may not like me back, because I don’t spend every waking of my being wishing that I’ll finally find someone to spend the rest of my life with. Who’d have my children and get bored after going through a midlife crisis at 30, who’d look at all the young men at his work and be bitter of how his youth was somehow stripped from him by the responsibility of a family. Who’d end up having an affair, because they always do, dragging the children through all divorce has to offer. I guess what I’m trying to say is I believe that life has a deeper meaning, to the emotions we are told we should feel. Love doesn’t come naturally like sadness or anger, so why are we trying to make it more than it is? Life is what you make it, not what people tell you it should be” the bell rang shortly after you finished, the class clapped after hearing something that had never even crossed their minds before. You simply walked back over to your desk and picked up your school bag as if nothing happened, not seeing Stiles sit stiff in his chair, his mouth gawping at the sound of your harsh words.

”Y/n! Y/n!” Stiles called as he stumbled through the crowds of people in the hallway. You leant against your locker door and smiled as he approached you frantically. “What Stiles? Did you not have enough class time to disagree with me, so you want to carry it on into lunch again?” you questioned, with unavoidable sarcasm in your voice. “No, I just wanted to ask if you really feel that cynical about love” he said, as you began walking down the hall together. “You’re sweet Stiles, but I’m not a nice girl and you’re wasting your time if you think we’ll be anything more than this” you claimed, without batting an eyelid. “And what exactly are we now?” he questioned. “Nothing, we’re nothing Stiles” you spoke, it coming across more cold hearted than you intended to be with him. He stopped dead in the middle of the masses of students trying to get past to lunch or class, causing you to do the same and turn to look at him. His eyes widened as his head bobbed as he repeated the word “Nothing” in the form of a question. “Look, your friends are over there waiting for you. I suggest you hurry before they leave you” you said, deflecting what he was saying. He rolled his eyes, but said one last thing before you completely disappeared to find your own friends. “I may be nothing to you, but I’d be really interested in sharing a 3am conversation with you” he called. “We’ll see Stilinski, we’ll see” you called back, with an unavoidable grin on your face.

You opened your front door to see none other than Stiles Stilinski standing there, armed with a collection of Star Wars DVDS and popcorn. “Come in” you sighed with a laugh, not being able to turn away someone who resembled a lost puppy. “Are you here alone?” he asked, noticing the countess takeout boxes scattered on the kitchen worktop and the lack of sound other than the living room TV that was playing re-runs of old shows. “Uhm yeah, come on” you said, taking his hand and guiding him upstairs. You took the things out of his hands and placed them on your bed, before sliding open your bedroom window. Meanwhile he was running his hand along your things, that would have so many enriched sentimental memories that he wouldn’t be able to imagine if he tried. “Come on” you guided, gesturing for him to follow you onto the roof outside your window. “Are we not watching the films?” he pouted. “Stilinski you want to experience what a 3am conversation is like with me, this is as close as you’re going to get, so get your ass out here” you said while climbing out. He followed shortly and perched beside you. “How long have you been here alone?” he questioned. already half knowing the answer from what he could work out. Usually you were reserved when it came to things like your family, but there was just something freakishly weird that made you want to tell him. “You want the honest truth?” you glanced from the view of the outside world to look at the one in his eyes. He nod his head gently. “Well my mom caught my dad screwing his intern again and so they’re on a break together in the Maldives;  to try and ‘work things out’ so in other words its going to be an intense period of meaningless make-up sex because he’ll only do it again a few months down the line. So it’s just me and my brother, when he isn’t over at his friends house that is, getting drunk or stoned” you explained, sounding almost numb to the pain it should cause you. “I had no idea, I am so sor-” he began saying before you interrupted him. “Please don’t apologise, I’ve heard enough empty ones to last a lifetime” you claimed. “So is that what your presentation was based on? Your parents?” he asked. “Kind of, but their distorted version of a ‘normal’ relationship isn’t the only thing that makes me hate the idea of love. I guess it’s like religion, some people choose to believe in it for comfort and to give them hope because what would life be without hope, right?” you explained. “So you’re saying that love isn’t necessarily real, we just believe it is” he said, involuntarily raising his eyebrows. “Yeah, why do you disagree?” you asked mockingly, hitting his shoulder playfully with your own. “I do disagree. You see there’s this girl and I’ve liked her for a long time and every time I see her It just makes me smile and even something as simple as her tucking her hair behind her ear when she’s concentrating or yawning in the middle of class gives me a reason to smile everyday just thinking how lucky I am to have her in my life” he looked away from you with a cheesy smile on his face, that would usually make you want to punch him. Your heart fluttered for a moment, imagining what it would be like if someone talked about you the way he did for that girl but you couldn’t resist putting the barriers back up. “Just avoid love at all cost. That’s my motto” you sighed loudly. He shook his head with a smile, “You know, you make these things so difficult” he claimed. “What things?” you asked, furrowing your brows. “I like you Y/n, I like you a lot” he sounded nervous but relieved that he was finally saying it. “You don’t know the first thing about me” you said. You were experiencing so many new and mixed feelings and even then you refused to let your guard down, which must have been so frustrating for someone like Stiles. “Then let me get to know you, the real you” he finally looked back at you. You gave a small smile before standing up and making your way back to your bedroom window, gesturing for him to follow.

“You totally did cry!” you laughed, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. “No, I had something in my eye and no it was not my tears” he said embarrassed. “I guess these films aren’t as bad as I thought they were” you pouted, examining the star wars DVD box in your hand. “I don’t know whether to be offended or excited by that comment” he said, while pulling his phone out of his pocket. You looked over his shoulder to see how many missed calls and texts he had from all of his friends. “Oh shit, I’ve got to go!” he jumped up. You sighed, why does everyone leave you? You sat up on your bed and pulled the pillow onto your lap. “I guess I’ll see you around” you couldn’t hide the sadness in your voice. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” he asked, as he backed towards your bedroom door. “Yeah” you spoke softly. With that he headed downstairs. You weren’t sitting there for more than ten seconds before he barged back in, “On second thought, they can hold up without me for one night” he sat back down beside you on the bed and you looked at him with a smile and admiration in your eyes. That was before you shook it off and hit play on the next film. This time around it was more awkward for some reason and you found yourselves slowly getting closer to each other. You craved his touch, whether that be intentional or even something as simple as your arms or legs brushing past one another’s. Stiles checked the time on his phone as the movie came to an end, “It’s 1am, I best head off” he said softy, knowing you were half asleep. “Stay- Please” you spoke, looking up at him. He couldn’t help but stare at you for a moment, not really sure if this was actually happening or not. He slouched down beside you and stared at your celling with a smile on his lips. He didn’t expect Y/n Y/l/n, the girl notorious for being heavily guarded with little trust in people to rest her head on his chest and wrap her arm around him tightly before drifting off to sleep.

Your eyes drifted open, to see your arm resting on someone else. You felt someone’s head nuzzled in your neck and their arm around your waist. You ignored the initial feeling you felt and instead went with the one of regret. “Shit” you whispered, pushing them off you. Stiles groaned as he fell onto the floor beside your bed, which you couldn’t deny was pretty cute. He picked himself back up and rose to his feet. He’d never thought you’d looked more beautiful, strands of your hair messy but natural, your complexion glowing in the small amount of light coming from your window and your clothes all bunched, exposing your midriff, which you quickly covered after noticed him looking. “Get out Stilinski!” your voice was raspy and tired but still firm. He looked at you in confusion, “You do know, it was you that asked me to stay” he raised an eyebrow. “Just get out!” you threw a pillow at him and watched as he picked up his DVDS and shoes, before heading off downstairs. “Shit” you whispered again to yourself, sliding down your bedroom door after you shut it.

I’m definitely writing a part two, but did you guys enjoy this? Also bare with me with the other parts to “Because Of Me’, “The Girl In The White Dress’ and ‘What Happened To Y/n?’, I’m sorry I know you’ve been waiting for a while x

Cadillac Song. E.D

Originally posted by thedolangifs


Based off of cadillac song by Ariana Grande.

“Ridin’ round in my Cadillac Thinkin’ ‘bout the day that I first saw you Nothin’ compares to what we had And baby that won’t change I want you babe I still want you babe I still want you You, yeah”

I was currently driving around town, with my new “boyfriend” yes. He was great. Yes I liked him, even though I should probably love him. But, he doesn’t compare even slightly. To my ex, okay, that sounds horrible. But, it’s true. No one, could ever compare to the love I had with Ethan. Not even the richest of the rich or the purest of pure. Because, he had everything. We had everything, and I know, just I know, that everything is gone. Leaving me with a hollow space in my heart. Like an empty dish, that was once full of the finest ingredients. But discarded, never to be used again. That’s me. I will never find another like him. And I know I should get back together if I felt that way. But he’s moved on, we both had. But, I think he actually loves her. Loves her like he did me. And I wish I could say that for the man I currently call my “boyfriend” but I can’t, I don’t think I ever will.

“Summer days with my honey Worried 'bout not a thing Back in the day when things were easier than the breeze Who knew that kiss was the last one I never thought we would change Baby I’m missing you”

Ethan, and I were what you would call “relationship goals” or something cringe worthy as that. But it was true, and I miss it. I miss the days where I could wake up, without a worry, without a thought, because I would know he is by my side. Spending summer days, hiking together, camping with his family. There wasn’t a thing we didn’t do together, we were practically connected at the hip, never wanting to break apart. But things changed, they always do. Nothing so pure could last forever, even if we wanted it to. I miss him, and I don’t think that could ever change.

“Oh we shoulda been forever but fell apart Might have separated but you took my heart Always knew I wasn’t really over us And sometimes I catch myself”

Most days, I tend to block him out of my mind, but today. Today my mind was flooded. Like a category five hurricane, everything we ever had, whipping around, making me miss you, your touch, your love. Just you. Sometimes when I’m with my “Boyfriend” of now. I think of him, I wish he was Ethan. But he wasn’t. And, no I would never bring it up to him. I catch myself before I do. I think he knows I miss you too. You, took my heart. Even if we aren’t together anymore. You were still my, first love, and probably true love. We had a love, that should have lasted millennia’s. But we drifted, people always drift. It’s human nature. I just wish we were one of the rare ones who stayed together. High school sweethearts, who lasted through elder hood but, we didn’t.

Memories last forever So how could I just forget Made everything from nothin’ cause time was all we spent

All I can do, is reminisce now. I cant make new memories with you, ever again. All I have left, is us. The memory of us, locking it up in my memory as a scrapbook. Keeping pictures of us locked up in there. Thinking of every kiss we’ve ever had, word ever spoken, even if all of them weren’t too nice. But, its all I have left of us. Everything reminds me of you know a days. Pancakes, your favorite food. I would always tell you not to eat too many or your stomach would hurt, but you never listened. Which always called for a cuddle session while you let your food settle. Or the soft scent of your cologne, which was a common one. But reminded me of you. Every time I got a slight hint of it, all I could think of was you. Time, was all we spent together. Which, now. Gave me maybe too many memories to look back on. To remember when I was happy, with you.

“Oh we shoulda been forever but fell apart Might have separated but you took my heart Always knew I wasn’t really over us And sometimes I catch myself”

I don’t even know what broke us up. I didn’t think anything could, we were strong. But we lost that strength somehow. And turned weak. We were once a powerful couple, the one no one thought would separate. Even his twin brother, was flabbergasted when he found the news out. He, actually texts me sometimes, to tell me how much he misses Ethan and I together. And trust me I miss him too. But, time only heals. And I haven’t done much healing, but Ethan. Ethan is fully recovered. I’m like a soldier who had returned from a war, still wounded months and months later. But, I don’t think my wound has any cure.

“Ridin’ round in my Cadillac Thinkin’ bout the day that I first saw you Nothin compares to what we had And baby that won’t change I want you babe I still want you babe I still want you You Yea”

Every time I entire the Cadillac, the on you had gifted me for my birthday. The one you knew had been my dream car for my entire life. It had been a rare model, but you managed to scrape enough cash up, and spend it all on a car. The car of my dreams, to make me happy. Not caring about yourself, just wanting a simple smile to erupt from my lips. To do something for me. Every single time I entered, all I thought of was you. The day I first saw you. We were at a meet and greet for you and your brother. I was a fan, who was desperate to meet you. And I did, getting a hug from you and Grayson alike. You, couldn’t stop staring at me, the entire time. Bushing every time I look into your eyes, smiling like an idiot. Then before I left the meet and greet. You ran up to me, handing me a small piece of paper, with sloppy handwriting, a phone number on it. Then, we spent months and months talking. Developing crushes for each other. You, wanted to meet me once more. So you flew me out to LA, and gathered enough courage to ask me out. This is what love is, was. And I had lost it. Now all I can do, is drive around. With my “boyfriend” and think about him. The love of my life, the one that got away. Ethan Grant Dolan.

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happy birthday @taeminuet ilysm

But instead, when he opens the envelope and looks at the note, he only sees a single two sentence: a humble request to the pianist: Liebestraum no 3. in A Flat. P.S. - windows open so I can hear you better, you play too wonderfully to not be heard. The handwriting is half cursive and charming, and it makes Taemin’s lips curve up into a smile without his permission.

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Hoseok - Hawaii

Pairing - J-Hope x Reader 

Type - Humour and fluff and lots of fluff

Warning - cringy puns ahead with a sprinkle of fluff 

Song recommended - ‘Starlight’ by Taeyeon and Dean

This for me friend @sebeuntin-ie  HOPE you enjoyed this! (see what I did there ;) )

Originally posted by smol-jims

The shrill sound of the ringtone of your phone interrupted the silence of the room. Your boss looked up at you, annoyed by the disturbance. You smiled apologetically at him. He gestured for you to leave the room to answer the call.

“This better be important Jungkook-ah,” you said just as you walked out, clicking the answer button.

“I’m so sorry Noona. I know you were doing something but I really need a minute to talk to you.” The urgency in his voice made your heart race, a million scenarios already forming in that overly complicated head of yours.

“Did something happen? Is everything okay? Are you guys okay? Is Jimin okay? Is Hose-“ you ranted off.

The boys and yourself were in The States. You were on your business trip in New York while the boys were in Anaheim. Your brain couldn’t help but form the worst scenarios in midst of the death threats Jimin was receiving and you hadn’t spoken to your dearest boyfriend, Hoseok, in two days.

You would usually schedule dates for your business trips around the time Hoseok and the boys went on tour so you guys would come home around the same time and got to spend as much time as possible with each other.

“Noona relax. Nobody is hurt. Everything is okay,” your donsaeng reassured you. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Hm go ahead.”

“The hyungs have been really stressed these last few days. I mean they’re really cheerful on stage but I feel like each of them are overworking themselves,” Jungkook replied dejectedly.

“Oh,” you whispered, instantly feeling guilty. Just the day before, yourself and Hoseok had a little spat and hadn’t spoken since. Usually the two of you never really argued. If you did, then it wouldn’t last long. But this time you knew you had struck a chord when that Skype call had ended rathely abruptly on the other end. Neither of you were wrong, just overly distressed.

A sigh escaped your lips as you massaged your forehead with your free hand. You smiled when you thought of something that not just Hoseok but all of the boys needed - a mini break.

“Yah kookie, I have a brilliant plan. Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll take care of everything. I have to go now and make some calls. Just relax till then.”

You didn’t give a chance for the boy to reply as you ended the call, excited for things might turn out.

After speaking to the boys’ managers, the staff had helped you to book tickets for everyone to Hawaii.  

You were feeling giddy with the excitement bubbling in you with each passing second. You heard loud screams as you walked to the gate of your flight. You had managed to get a flight from New York to LA and now to Hawaii just so that you could be on the same one as the boys.

With your face partially covered by the hoodie you had ‘borrowed’ from your dearest. You knew the boys were behind you when you heard almost incoherent bickering in Korean. You smiled when you realised it was Jimin and Taehyung. Just then, another rather raspy voice cut in and your heart surely skipped a few beats. It took a large amount of self control to not turn back and hug him the life out of your beloved . You breathed in deeply as you continued walking slowly, just to hear him speak.

You hadn’t seen him in two weeks since you left a week before the boys. Even though they had shows in New York, the were busy with interviews and practice while you were busy with endless meetings.

With your slow pace, you ended up between Jin and Jungkook in the line for the ticket check. Jungkook had been staring at your bag since the time he’d spotted you. His suspicions were confirmed when his eyes landed on the familiar rose gold band around your wrist which Hoseok had given. He smiled but didn’t approach you.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your fics and i had this prompt that I really want written so i thought who better to ask than one of my favourite writers? No pressure to write this if you don't want to btw, but Todd said something about Simon holding the secret of how he got to be a daylighter dear to his heart cuz otherwise it would complicate things for Jace in S2B. So maybe play around the idea that some vamps are trying to get the ability too and Simon won't spill no matter what & risk endangering Jace? Thanks!

ur so SWEET i cant believe this omg here u go love


In some ways, the whole thing was Simon’s fault.

He’d known what would happen if word got out about his new ability to walk outside without disintegrating. Magnus had sat him down and, after a surprising moment of the warlock hugging him and smoothing his hair over like his mother, had told him the best and safest course of action.

“Don’t let people know.” He’d advised. “If you go out during the day, be sure that you aren’t anywhere too public. Simon, you have what some vampires would kill for. And don’t underestimate them, because they just might.”

“How would killing me help anything?” Simon had asked. He wanted to be angry at the idea of someone killing him for this, but he really couldn’t. Only a few months without sun had made him desperate. He wondered how many years would have to pass before he’d be willing to kill, too.

“Well, remember, they have no idea what made you a Daylighter. They might think that drinking your blood could give them the ability.”

“Could it?”

Magnus had shrugged, and looked almost defeated by not knowing. “Maybe.”

At first, Simon really had stayed sealed up in the boathouse during the day. He even moved his bed to a spot where the sunlight shone through the cracks between the old boards and soaked up the small slices of sunshine he could get.

But then a lingering coldness sunk into his bones, a permanent chill that he couldn’t get rid of. He tried jogging in place and pressing his body against the warm panels of wood and burying himself under blankets, but it wouldn’t go away. Clary found him, shivering in his makeshift bed and too exhausted to move.

So once again Magnus’ expertise was required.

“Is he sick?” Clary asked, sitting beside Simon on Magnus’ couch. He was wrapped up in two blankets, one that plugged into the wall and heated up, with a warm wet cloth draped around his neck. “Can he even get sick?”

“Simon how do you feel?” Magnus asked him gently, putting his fingers under Simon’s chin and lifting his face. “Does anything hurt?”

Simon shook his head. “Just c-cold.”

“We had a dog when we were younger,” Alec spoke up from where he was watching in the nearby armchair, “and for a few days it wouldn’t get out of its bed. It would hardly lift its head at all, really. Izzy cried about it so much until our parents broke down and took it to the vet. Anyways, it turned out that the dog was physically fine. But it hardly got to go out, because we don’t exactly live in a normal house with a yard, so it just kind of…shut down.”

“You had a dog?” Clary asked, sounding baffled. “Shadowhunters have dogs?”

“It was Jace’s. He named it Pollux.” Alec shrugged defensively. “Anyways, it could be like, Simon’s body knows it can accept sunlight now. And depriving himself of it is making his body react badly.”

Simon and Clary looked at Magnus for confirmation, and he was looking at his boyfriend like he’d just cured cancer. Like he was the smartest man alive.

“Okay, kiddo. I’m prescribing an hour of sunlight every day. The previous warning still stands, don’t do it anywhere where you’d be noticed by a vampire. Or someone who would inform a vampire. Okay?” Simon nodded, and Magnus leaned forward to press an affectionate kiss to his forehead. “Feel better.”

It took about two days for Simon to get his strength back, and evidently Alec was right. Simply sitting in the sun atop his boathouse made him feel refreshed and warm. And then, eventually, when his phone timer went off and the hour was up, he just stayed.

He couldn’t waste this gift. His body ached to be outside, to feel the sun against his skin. Laying inside in eternal coldness when he had the opportunity to be free wasn’t even life, it was just hiding.

He took small steps. One day he went to the Institute, then to Central Park, then to Times Square. He avoided the Hotel Dumort. He went with Clary to get coffee and with Luke to get lunch and with Jace to just walk around and talk, to listen to Jace vent and reciprocate when he felt frustrations.

He made it almost two weeks with no disturbances. But as all good things must come to an end, a vampire sat herself across from Simon at open mic night right in the middle of Maia’s song.

“Do I know you?” Simon asked, already on alert. “That seat is actually taken, by my friend Maia. She’s just singing right now, but she’ll be back soon and uh, she’s gonna need her seat back–”

“I’m going to tell you what I need from you.” She interrupted. “And you’re going to do it.”

“Well.” Simon said. “I’ll see if I can help.”

“How did you become a Daylighter?” She hissed. “Did Magnus Bane do it?”


She must have seen the sincerity in his eyes, because she moved onto her next theory. “You’re around the Shadowhunters an awful lot. Is it something to do with them? Why would they help a Downworlder?”

Simon’s one year of high school theatre failed him. Though he shook his head and tried to act completely unaffected by the mention of the Shadowhunters, she could see something that proved he was lying. She latched onto it.

“What did they give you? Was it a potion or–or like a spell?”

“No.” Simon sighed. “Why do you care how it happened? If you want to suck me dry, just get it over with. Playing twenty questions won’t help anything.”

She seemed startled. “I wouldn’t drink your worthless blood. Raphael said that wouldn’t even work. But why would you mention that? Did you…drink a Shadowhunter’s blood?”

Simon’s chest tightened. This was wrong. He thought they’d just try to kill him, not go after Jace. Why would they go after Jace? Why would Raphael have told them not to go after Simon? In what world would it make any sort of sense for Jace to be punished after saving Simon’s life?

Was the universe capable of being that ruthless?

“I’ll tell you.” Simon said carefully. “But you have to promise not to kill me. Alright? I’ll tell you who I got it from, and you can go to him.”

She nodded immediately. While Maia sang with her silky, angelic voice Simon let himself be dragged out the side door and into the alley. The vampire pinned him against a brick wall that was hastily decorated with Christmas lights. At least it was a pretty place to die.

“There’s a Daylighter I met. He was traveling here, I don’t know where he was from. He had an accent.” Simon explained slowly. “I bit him. And when I woke up, I was invincible. He escaped, but I remember his name.”

“What was his name?” She whispered, and he could almost forgive her. She looked young, younger than him. She couldn’t have been older than sixteen when she was turned. He could see the hope shining in her eyes and the slight sense of hesitation. Maybe she didn’t want to be doing this.

“Pollux.” Simon said firmly. “And you can find him if you–”

The bite didn’t even hurt. It startled him, because he wasn’t expecting it to happen yet, but it didn’t hurt. It only took a minute for his knees to buckle and his back to slide down the wall, and he thought of Jace. He thought that Jace might be upset if he realized that he’d given Simon his blood for no reason.

But at least this way Jace was alive. Simon pictured Jace’s laugh, just two days before in Central Park, and the determination in his eyes when he talked about finding the Soul Sword and destroying it. He deserved to live over Simon.

“Just remember,” Jace had told him one night in the park, “no matter what happens, we’ll look out for each other. You, me, Clary, Iz, Alec, Magnus. All of us. They can’t get us if we look out for each other.”

His mind replayed that moment over and over while she drank from him, and then it abruptly stopped when she was suddenly yanked away from him. He opened his eyes and tried to decipher the hazy blur of golden and black that was suddenly in front of him.

“Simon?” Jace’s voice swam through the numbness. “Simon. Simon, can you hear me?”


“Good, oh my God. Thank God. Come on, grab onto me. Let’s go to Magnus.”

He tried to get a grip on Jace’s arm, but his fingers couldn’t seem to grasp anything. Before he knew it, he was being hauled off his feet and his head was against Jace’s chest. The sound of his heartbeat was soothing enough to put Simon to sleep.

He woke up again in a bed, and Alec was sitting beside him with a look of disbelief on his face. “Honestly, how many times can you get yourself hurt?”

“A lot.” Simon managed to croak, and Alec rolled his eyes before whipping out his phone and texting someone, presumably Magnus. Simon remembered what happened, but not really falling asleep or passing out, whichever happened. “Oh G–. Did I drink from anyone?”

“No.” Alec assured him. “Magnus had bags. Jace actually tried to give you some, but you wouldn’t take it. Magnus said it was kind of amazing, actually. Because you were starving.”

Simon relaxed. “Good.”

Magnus and Jace entered and gave him a weird mix of hugs and scornful lectures about safety, which was greatly comforting. Alec and Magnus left, the latter muttering about hopeless baby vampires. Jace stayed, sitting on the edge of Simon’s bed.

“How’d you find me?” Simon asked through a yawn.

“I came to hear you sing. Maia said she didn’t know where you went, and your phone was still at the table. I knew something was wrong. Why was that vampire drinking from you?”

“She wanted to know how I became a Daylighter. And I lied and told her that drinking from other Daylighters worked.”

Jace looked up to meet his gaze, seemingly surprised. “Why didn’t you tell her the truth?”

“Because I didn’t want this to happen to you.” Simon shrugged. “I didn’t deserve your blood, and she definitely doesn’t.”

“You deserved it.” Jace said firmly. “God, Simon. You–you do these things for people, you nearly die for them, you refuse to drink from them when you’re literally starving. And you think you don’t deserve to be saved in exchange. Listen, you deserve good things. I’ve seen horrible people do horrible things, and you’re the opposite end of the spectrum. Trust me.”

Simon might’ve cried if he weren’t exhausted, but he could manage a weak grin. “Thanks. I like you too.”

“Don’t ever almost die for me ever again.”

“No promises.”