music that makes my heart beat

Waving For Forever
@neglectedrainbow

“waving through a window” and “for forever” playing at the same time (aka the most haunting thing i’ve ever created)

The 1 Thing Your Scenes MUST HAVE

Sully is a good representation of how I want people to react when enthralled by a story I’ve written:

But more often than not, I get a reaction more like this:

Or at least, I did. I couldn’t understand why my writing produced these less-than-stellar responses. I had meticulously worded every sentence. I’d made sure there were exciting parts. I had parceled out backstory, setting, and exposition so the reader could understand what the heck was going on. So why did eyes glaze over while reading my book? Why did MY eyes glaze over while reading my own work? 

The problem, I finally found out, was that my scenes didn’t turn. 

I was cramming all that exposition in right out of the gate, so the reader knew absolutely everything … which meant there wasn’t anything to find out. The scenes were just tiny chronicles where the main character set out to do something and accomplished it with flying colors. Nothing ever happened that surprised him. And consequently, nothing ever happened to surprise the reader.  

I wasn’t withholding information, and revealing it methodically. 

I wasn’t letting the story spin in new directions. It was always chugging along the straightforward track where I’d dropped my reader.

I wasn’t letting my scenes TURN.

To illustrate what I mean, here’s an example of a great scene with a great turn from a wonderful movie: Beauty and the Beast

*Opening music that makes me want to cry from how beautiful it is*

Beat 1:

“Once upon a time, in a faraway land a young prince lived in a shining castle…” (Action: Apparently the world takes action to make sure this prince lives a cushy existence.)

“Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.” (Reaction: And he acts like a brat anyway.)

Beat 2:

“But then, one winter’s night, and old beggar woman came to the castle and offered a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.” (Action)

“Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift, and turned the old woman away.” (Reaction)

Beat 3:

“But she warned him, not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.” (Action)

“And when he dismissed her again …” (Reaction)

Beat 4:

“The old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.” (Action)

“The prince tried to apologize …” (Reaction) 


Beat 5:

“But it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.” (Action)

“Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.” (Reaction)

Beat 6:

“The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, that would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return, by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.” (Action)

“As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope.”  (Reaction)

“For who could ever learn to love a beast?”

Turn: The 6th beat is the turn. The story has spun in a new direction, the direction the WHOLE STORY will motor towards. 

Revelation: There’s the big one of the scene turn, but I love how every action and reaction in this prologue feels like a revelation. Each one feels like it could be a scene on it’s own, but it’s told in a just few words, with beautiful imagery. There’s no fluff in this, nothing unnecessary, everything is perfectly needed. (Sorry, I just really love this opening. I can remember sitting in my little wicker rocking chair when I was four watching this in awe. This movie is one of the reasons I’m story obsessed.)

NOW let’s remove all curiosity and surprise from this scene. 

We’ll take away the atmosphere of “all is not as it seems”, the “seeking and learning significant information” feeling, the sense that we’re climbing to something significant. Instead of withholding and revealing snippets of information, after gradual beat-by-beat escalation of curiosity, we’ll dump all information right away. We’ll take this beautiful scene, and make it distinctly not a scene by removing all traces of a turn.

So! The purpose of this “section” of story is to communicate necessary information. What info? The guy used to be a terrible prince. Someone cursed him to be a beast. His castle and the people who live there are also cursed. He’s got a rose that will bloom until he’s 21. He’s supposed to fall in love with someone and get that person to love him back.  Or he’s going to be a beast forevermore. So, let’s give it a whirl.

Let’s say it opens up on Lumiere and the Beast. They’re just hanging out in the West Wing, the Beast watching the rose sparkle, Lumiere extinguishing and reigniting his left candle/hand for something to do.

LUMIERE: “So Master, it’s been years since you were turned into a beast and the castle staff was turned into objects.”

BEAST: “Yup.”

L: “I wish you hadn’t have upset that enchantress, and been a bit kinder.”

B: “Me too. Don’t know how.”

L: “Now our only hope to return to our human forms, is if you fall in love and get that person to fall in love with you.”

B: *Noncommittal grunt*

L: “Better happen soon, before that last petal on the magical rose falls. When you turn 21, it’s going to fall. And if you haven’t learned to love by then, well, we’re stuck.”

B: “I’m aware." 

L: "Yup.”

B: “Yup.”

Well, that was extraordinarily awful. 

So what about these scenes is different? (Besides one being a work of art and the other being agony in text form.) 

– One withholds information and reveals it slowly, turning the story at the end. 

– One is just an info dump. 

So how can a turn be accomplished?  There are four types of turns: 

– Surprise

– Amplified Curiosity 

– New Insight

– Spin in New Direction

A SURPRISE turn is the difference between what the character expects and what actually happens, surprising them, surprising the reader/audience that is enthralled by your story. A CURIOSITY turn is when a new mystery is presented to the reader, increasing their drive to find out what happens next. An INSIGHT one is when a scene ends by solving a mystery, answering a question that the audience has been wondering about. And a SPIN is just that, a turn that jolts the story into a new unexpected direction.

And how do they work in a scene? 

The turn happens at the end. It’s the point of the scene. Everything’s leading to it. Think of it as the period punctuation mark on the end of the sentence that is your scene. But really your reader is anticipating that turn throughout the scene.
It’s this anticipation and “gradual illumination” that’s crucial to a story turn. This is the wonderful curious feeling that keeps us turning pages. That sense that “all is not as it seems, and if I keep reading I’ll find out the truth.” which is so intoxicating. And this is accomplished with beats, the exchanges of action and reaction, each acting like a escalation on a roller coaster, each increasing anticipation for the drop. 

Turns and revelation anticipation are rather magical when you think about it. They really are (as Robert McKee says) the substance of story. (Or they’re magical to me. I said I was obsessed. Blame this movie!) 

Now I’m going to go watch Beauty and the Beast again.

i love you. god i love you. you are literally this person i never imagined that i would get to meet. you are so wonderful i can’t even express it in words and sometimes that’s a bit frustrating but i think it’s pretty rad that you go far beyond words. you can’t be explained in just a few sentences and metaphors strung together. but you are this lovely human that i get to know and i am so grateful for that. you are so effortlessly kind and compassionate and strong willed. oh god. how could anyone not fall in love with you the moment they meet you? i have no idea how anyone could feel anything but pure happiness around you. you know how people have that one person they want to call whenever they get news? or when they’re having a bad day and there’s that one person who makes it feel so much more weightless? or that person that you can’t even believe you came across in this lifetime but you’re so incredibly happy that you did? that’s you. you’re that person for me. you make me smile until my cheeks hurt. you make my heart beat so fast. you give me so many butterflies, i feel like a little kid with this big silly crush on a boy. i love you so much my heart cannot even contain it. just being around you is the greatest thing. whether we sit there and talk about whatever is on our hearts, whether we sit in complete silence, whether we just listen to the music playing - everything is so much more beautiful when i’m with you. i want to see the world with your hand in mine. i want to go to art museums in different cities. i want to go to concerts. i want to go on road trips with no destination. i want to stay up to watch the sunset, and then stay up even later to catch the sunrise. but i also want to lay in bed all day with you. i want to watch your favourite movies. i want to lay there on your chest and just listen to you sing. i have never had someone in my life who i wanted to really explore or do life with until i met you. this feels like what a first love is supposed to feel like. new and exciting, not toxicity and lies. there is so much love i don’t even know what to do with all of it. i know things aren’t always easy. i know sometimes things hurt. i know it can be scary. but it’s beautiful. it’s always beautiful. i know you’ve been hurt. so have i. you deserve the entire world and i want to give you that. i need you to know that i love you with everything i am and everything i have. i need you to know that i’m not going anywhere. you’re stuck with me. i will be here for you on good days when everything feels light and i will be here for you on bad days when everything feels dark and heavy. i’ll be here supporting you. cheering you on. through everything. i’m your number one fan and i always will be. you’re the strongest and most intelligent person i know and i’m so excited to be able to be by your side while you take on your dreams. and no matter what happens, i’ll always cheer for you. i will always love you. if the future doesn’t have us together, just know that i will look back and just smile. because you’re this special person that exists at the same time as me and i somehow got lucky to be yours. so if things don’t work out, just know that somewhere out there, there’s an alternative universe where we ended up together and that’s enough for me. and i love you. i love you i love you i love you. that will never change.
—  i’m in love with you and i don’t want to be anything else
7

“It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell.”
Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

Happy April 17th (Carol/Therese Reunion)
(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

DUFF (CHAPTER 2)

Originally posted by jeonify

Chapter 2

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut 

╳ Summary: “Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”


After what happened at the party, I was not looking forward to Monday at all. But I woke up this morning and guess what day it was…

 Monday.

 Mondays were always horrible, but I knew this was going to be the worst Monday of my fucking life. All that kept going through my head when I was getting ready to walk into the hell hole called school was that I was a Duff. As I was walking down the hallway, I noticed every group did have a Duff and I cursed myself for never noticing that I wasn’t one before.

Keep reading

Chanyeol as your Roommate

Originally posted by parkchny

Request: Hi!!! Can you do Chanyeol as the roommate you got to share an apartment with for college? And you dont really know him yet, just on the day you guys move in OH and the course you’re doing is medicine, his is probably music haha thankssss

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy~! (p.s. i haven’t been to college before lmao so if some of this stuff is incorrect i sorry)


- as you walk into your new dorm you instantly notice the boy unpacking

- he’s v tol you can’t miss him

- he’d see you walk in and look a little confused until it clicked

- “ahh, you must be my roommate! i was just unpacking, but i can help you with your things if you need it.”

- and you’re like damn he tall and cute and nice how am i gonna do this pls help

- while you’re unpacking you’d get to know each other a little bit

- you learn his major is music and you physically feel your heart skip a beat

- what

- anyway he suggests that you both take turns making breakfast every morning so neither of you leave for class hungry

- “you can’t learn on an empty stomach~!”

- you keep catching yourself staring for wayyyyy longer than you meant to

- ‘stop it y/n this is your roommate don’t be cliché’

- you spend the rest of your first day unpacking, going over class schedules, and getting to know each other

- as time goes on you make other friends

- but chanyeol is highkey your best friend like ever

- when he gets the chance he walks to class with you

- literally forces food down your throat if you try to leave without eating

- reminds you to take care of yourself when you’re studying really hard

- ngl hearing him practice through the walls at night is the best thing

- ever

- his voice is just so soothing???????

- every time you compliment him on it tho he gets all blushy it’s adorable

- you’ve probably already stolen half of his wardrobe

- “y/n you can’t keep taking my sweaters”

- “but they’re so comfy and warmmmmm”

- “you have your own!”

- “it’s different

- you probably have to make him sleep as well because if you don’t he’d stay up all night composing

- basically you’re just each other’s parent

- e v e r y o n e ships it

- everyone.

- even the fucking professors ship it

- but somehow you’re both oblivious to it???

- anywho

- one day he’d tell you he’s going to a party and that he’d be back later that night

- ‘n you’re like okay cool don’t be an idiot i’ll leave the door unlocked

- he’d come home shit-faced drunk

- and chan is literally the worst drunk ever 

- he gets sarcastic and clingy af and just becomes such a baby

- and you, being both a med student and his best friend, get stuck caring for him

- “chanyeol you need to drink this water” 

- “no i need to drink your face”

- “what the hell does that even mean???”

- “what the hell does your face even mean?”

- istg he’s just the worst

- eventually you get the water and medicine down his throat and put him to bed

- but when you go to leave he pulls you into his chest and bear hugs you

- “cuddle with me.”

- your face becomes literally tomato red

- after fighting it and failing for a few minutes you just give in

- he’s so warm and you can feel your heart pounding

- then you quickly realized something you had been denying since day one 

- you loved him

- the next morning you woke up

- but chan was gone

- and the smell of pancakes filled your nose

- you’d wander into the kitchen to find a slightly pale chanyeol making breakfast

- “it’s my day today, is it not?”

- over breakfast he would apologize for the night before and if he made you uncomfortable

- but his words aren’t registering

- “chanyeol i love you”

- you and him both would gasp at the same time at your confession

- “i’m sorry… shit i shouldn’t have—”

- “i love you too, y/n”

- AKSLKSJAHDKFJAJASDFHL

- you’d walk to class holding hands

- everyone knew it

- they were not surprised

- and honestly nothing changed from before after you started dating

- just a lot more kisses and shit

- you really were already dating

- it just wasn’t official

- ugh my bias list

- i’m dead y’all are so cute

- goodbye


-Admin Yeonie

Fanfiction Appreciation Post: Haikyuu!! (KuroTsuki)

I am super grateful for all the wonderful people who put all their hard work into writing fanfiction beautifully. So, since Fandom Fic Rec Days are coming soon, I’m going to make a couple of posts dedicated to my favorite fanfics! I have too many in Haikyuu!!, so there are subsets based on the main relationship in the fic. Enjoy!

(These are in no particular order)

Days without you are horrible by boy101 (T; 1.1k; English; Complete)

Tsukishima comes home late after a shit day at work and mentally beats himself up for it. Kuroo’s there to make things a little more OK again.

Comments: I’m not even sure why, but I loved this one so much when I first read it, and sometimes I go back and reread it just for the heartwarming feeling it gives me.

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? by MelissaWritesStuff (@melissawritesstuff) (G; 6.4k; English; Complete)

“You don’t have anyone to kiss at midnight, do you?”

Tetsurou could sense Kei tense up beside him as he hesitated. “…No. I don’t.”

Tetsurou took a deep breath before looking up at Kei, and Kei’s expression was impossible to read, so Tetsurou just said it. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

Comments: OMG ONE OF MY FAVORITES IN THE “GETTING TOGETHER” CATEGORY. Just, all that pining, and how they finally, finally realize how the other feels. Ugh, my heart.

xiv by ronan  (@kasbrekker) (M; 7.2k; English; Complete)

He counts the many moles on Tsukki’s unblemished skin and kisses the ones on his back. He’s always joking about them composing a constellation.

“This one looks like Scorpius’,” he lied once, tracing a random pattern between Tsukki’s shoulder blades.

Comments: I love the well-done details in their moments and the delicate fashion in which this fic handles things like coming out. Sexual orientation is difficult to explain as it is, but romantic orientation is a whole other uncharted territory. Also omg the plant.

Two Week Fold by surveycorpsjean  (@zanimez) (E; 28k; 7 chapters; English; Complete)

Tsukishima is a blackjack dealer in Las Vegas.

A gorgeously rich businessman keeps stopping by his table- cat eyes so dark, swirls of interest dragging where ever they look.

“I need something pretty to take with me to the match.” He purrs, “And you certainly are pretty.”

Comments: I tend to avoid AU’s that are canon-divergent, but goddamn this one just stole my heart. Amazing!

to the beat of my heart by kittebasu (chanyeol) (E; 68k; 2 chapters; English; Complete)

Former boyband member and acting idol Tsukishima Kei’s continued entanglement with Nekoma’s lead singer Kuroo Tetsurou is just a series of missed steps in choreography he can’t quite master. (It doesn’t help at all that Kuroo Tetsurou makes a habit of constantly changing the music.)

Comments: Again, I usually don’t read fics with AU’s that are canon-divergent, but this one just blew me away. Incredible fic. 

This list is in no way complete. These are just five of the several fics that have given me the feels, warmed my heart, made me melt, brightened my day, and/or inspired me. Even if those fics aren’t up here, I really appreciate the hard work of all those writers.

Stay tuned for appreciation posts of fics with other Haikyuu!! pairings, and for appreciation posts of fics for other fandoms!

For KageHina fic recs, go here!

For poly ship fic recs, go here!

For TsukkiYama fic recs, go here!

For a masterpost of my fic recs, go here!

I was thinking of immortality, and reincarnation… and viktuuri

Continuation here

“Yuuri!”

Viktor gracefully weaves through the crowd, his sole focus the crop of black hair that pauses just ahead. He skids to a stop, very nearly slamming right into him as he turns to blink in his confusion. 

“Uh…” Yuuri glances around the crowd surrounding them. He lifts a hand, turning a pointed finger toward his chest. “Yes? Was it… were you shouting to me?" 

"Of course!” Viktor claps Yuuri on the shoulder, pointedly ignoring the way it makes him jump and lean away. “I’ve finally found you!" 

"Found me?” Yuuri wipes his hands on his pants, his eyes darting every which way. “I’m really thinking you might have the wrong person. How do you know my name? We… I don’t think we’ve met." 

"Oh, we have,” Viktor assures him with a smile. He expects this, ignores the painful way his heart clenches as he sticks out a hand. “And if you’ve forgotten, well… I’ll reintroduce myself. Viktor Nikiforov." When Yuuri hesitantly extends his hand, Viktor snatches it and brings it to his lips. "Yuuri Katsuki, it’s a pleasure to remake your acquaintance." 

As he drops Yuuri’s hand, his own instinctively rises, extending toward Yuuri’s cheek. The desire to brush his fingers over the smooth, flushed skin is so overwhelming that Viktor nearly gives in. Until he remembers his place and his hand falls back to his side. 

"Viktor Niki…” Yuuri stares at him, rubbing a hand across his chin in thought. “That name… isn’t that the name of a famous figure skater from a long time ago?" 

Viktor’s lips twitch, his heart racing at the thought that maybe, just maybe he’ll figure it out. 

"Your parents must’ve been big fans." 

"Ah,” Viktor chuckles, smiling past the pain he won’t allow himself to acknowledge. “Yes, very big fans. Yuuri?" 

Yuuri blinks. "I’m… it’s strange when you call my name. I’m still pretty sure you’re looking for someone else." 

"I’m only ever looking for you,” Viktor replies softly, taking Yuuri’s hand and guiding him away from the crowd. He hears Yuuri spluttering his confusion behind him and whips around to ask, “Do you skate?" 

"Do I–?” Yuuri’s eyes widen. “Ice skate, you mean? Oh no,” He shakes his head, rubbing his nape with a shaky laugh. “If only I could. I’m not nearly coordinated enough. I mean, I can’t even step on the ice without falling on my– well, you get what I mean. I just–”

Viktor tightens his grip on Yuuri’s hand. “What do you do, Yuuri?” He leans closer. “What is your passion?" 

"My passion? My…” Yuuri turns his face away from the intensity of Viktor’s stare, watching the people pass by. “I want to be a composer. I’ve been trying to find the right theme for my music. Something that will astonish everyone, make everyone feel something." 

Viktor feels his heart skip a beat. Music… of course. Yuuri has always had an innate ability to create music, one way or another. He watches as Yuuri’s eyes sparkle with the same determination Viktor was familiar with in another lifetime. 

"You’re still so beautiful, it’s disarming,” Viktor breathes aloud, the reality of it all hitting him at once. Yuuri stands in front of him. The same Yuuri. His Yuuri. He may not know it yet, not know what he means to Viktor, but he will. 

Yuuri’s face turns a bright red and he immediately tries to pull his hand away, stammering unintelligible words in a manner that’s more endearing to Viktor than it had ever been before. 

Because he’s missed it. 

“Love,” Viktor finally cuts through Yuuri’s rambling. “Your theme should be love." 

Yuuri falls silent, finally lifting his head to meet Viktor’s intense gaze head on. The recognition sparks in his eyes, if only for a moment, and Yuuri draws in a sharp, soft breath of realization. 

"Love…” he repeats. Viktor feels Yuuri’s grip tighten. “Thank you so much, Viktor” A brilliant smile breaks across his face. “Love is… that’s it. That’s what I’m looking for." 

Viktor smiles back. Me too.

Can we lose touch with a feeling?
I sent a full stop that reeks of hung up phone calls and
unanswered text messages
and the desperation of trying everything to grab them by the shoulders
and scream,
that you could do so much better,
to make them smile.
A year too late,
your name flickers at the top of the screen,
my mouth is dry like that time you were ten minutes late
and I thought, my beating heart must mean something,
it didn’t.
If we rewind time,
we first spoke in a library
we didn’t talk as loud
as we would months later,
to shout over the music
when I told you I was happy for you
and her.
I remember,
typing my number into your phone
and hoping you’d use it
but two years later,
I wish you wouldn’t.
—  two years later
And it’s just one of those days, when all you look forward to is sleeping. And suddenly, you hear this one song which strikes a chord with you and it takes you to distant places and long-forgotten memories. You suddenly enter a world of your own, your body moving with every beat, your heart syncing with every note. You go on like that, and suddenly the song comes to an end. You go back to your normal monotonous life, much happier and joyous just because of that one song. Music makes a difference. It always had and always will.

I love Imagine Dragons. It is difficult to convey in words. I love so much that it hurts. I got shivers from the new album. My heart beats faster. Evolve is beautiful. Every song is beautiful. Their music makes you struggle. I feel strength and confidence. It’s not just music. Not just songs. Not just a band. This is what makes me live. Continue to fight. Continue to love life. Thank you. Thank you for loving life. Thank you for saving from the darkness. Thank you for not despairing. Thank you for the fact that my life is filled with beautiful songs. I’m proud to be your fan. Thanks for this. Thanks for all.

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 29

Simon

Technically, I might have cheated a bit.  Then again, we never clearly laid out any rules.  We never actually decided that each player had to wait until the next day to lay their trap, it was just sort of understood.  So if I made preparations the night before, I would say that it’s completely fair.  After all, how can you break a rule if none were ever written?

           When Baz gets up before me to use the shower, I hide my grin under my blankets.

           I dress as the water runs.  

           I take the planned precautions and double-check that I’ve remembered to wear my necklace.

           When the water shuts off, I take my position, sitting on my bed with my back against my pillow, waiting.  The picture of calm, even though I’m buzzing with anticipation.

           I count down in my head as I hear the curtain slide back.

           Three, two, one…

           “SNOW!”

           Zero.

           “Problem, Baz?”

           “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”

           “I should think it would be obvious.”

           “YOU’D BETTER START RUNNING, SNOW!”

           I don’t move.  I stay exactly where I am and straighten out a crease in my shirt. Crowley, I’m starting to act like him.

           There’s a steady stream of cursing from the other side of the door.  Normal cursing, not magical cursing, though he sounds angry enough to curse me right off the school grounds.

           When he cracks the door open, he doesn’t lean around to look at me.  

           “Oh, come on,” I tell him, “get it over with.”

           He takes a step forward and emerges, wearing only a towel around his waist, half of his body hidden behind the door.  Part of my brain registers the fact that I’ve never seen him with this little clothing on, but I’m very much distracted by his hair.  It’s slicked back with shower water, a few strands hanging in front of his eyes, and it’s blond.  Yellow-blond.

           A smirk takes control of my face.  “Well, that clearly worked, then.”

           “Do you have any idea how bloody dead you are.”

           “Could you hurry up in there?  I’d like to use the bathroom.  Oh, and it’s your move.”

           He slams the door in my face and I bury my laughter in my pillow.

           He takes an exaggeratedly long time to get ready, probably to spite me, or maybe he’s busy trying to magic the bleach out of his hair.  Trixie told me it was extra-long lasting, but it is only Normal bleach with no magical properties.  Maybe I did charm it to be a bit stronger, but he could probably magic his hair back to normal if he tried long enough.  I just wait on my bed, studying my nails casually like I assume he does when he’s tormenting me.

           When Baz finally reappears in the doorway, he’s fully clothed and his hair is still blond, but it’s different now.  It’s dry, and instead of yellow his hair is a soft white. He hasn’t slicked it back like he usually does, just lets it fall around his face like snowflakes.

           His skin is so pale that white-blond hair shouldn’t look good on him.

           But it does.

           It’s light and soft and it makes his heavy gray eyes look gentle, even though he’s currently using them to shoot daggers at me. It’s striking against the green of his uniform, and it’s like he’s turned from a vampire into a wood elf, tall and elegant and smooth.

           His hair looks so soft, freshly washed like this, that my hands actually twitch.  I want to take a lock and rub it between my fingertips.      

           Crowley, it looks good.

           There’s a lurch in my stomach, unfamiliar and cold, and I don’t know what it means.  Not that it matters, I’m definitely not thinking about my stomach right now.

           “I thought I told you to run,” Baz growls through his teeth, his cheeks pink.  Maybe from shower steam, maybe from embarrassment.  I wonder what my cheeks look like right now, with how I feel them heating up.

           “I’m not stupid, Baz,” I reply calmly, even though there’s a weird shiver working its way down my back.  “If I leave the room, you’ll just throw me down the stairs or something.  This is the safest place for me right now.”

           “Maybe I’ll throw you out the window and let the merwolves have you.”

           “Try opening the window, Baz, see how far you get.”

           “What did you do to it?”

           “Nothing serious, just a simple precaution, but you won’t be getting it open.”

           “What if I carried you out the door?”

           “You’d have to fight me to get me there, and I don’t think the Anathema would like that very much.”

           He seethes at me for another few seconds before storming out the door.  I can hear his angry steps all the way down the tower.

           I stay where I am for I don’t know how long. It’s like I can’t move, and my stomach is still feeling hollow.  Not in a hungry way, more like someone took one of my organs out and left a giant empty spot, and now the rest of my organs are frantically shifting around to try and fill the space.  I’m cold and hot at the same time.

           “Crowley,” I say aloud to the empty room.

           It looked good.

 ***

           Penny and I are out on the hill when she sees what I’ve done.

           “Mor-gana, Simon,” she breathes, her eyes wide.  “How are you even still alive?”

           I shake my head, watching Baz as he disappears into the castle.  His hair is even more ethereal in the light of day.  I can only imagine what he would look like if the sun were shining.  He’d have a fucking halo.

           “The better question is, why has he left it like that?” Penny muses, squinting at the doors even after Baz has passed through them.  “Couldn’t he magic it back to normal?”

           “Maybe the dye is too strong.”

           “How exactly did you pull this off, anyway?”

           “I poured hair bleach in his shampoo last night.”

           She shakes her head with a disbelieving laugh. “Crowley, Simon,” she says, “when is this game going to end?”

           I shrug.  I hadn’t thought about it.  “When there’s a winner?”

           “And how do you determine a winner?”

           “Maybe just until one of us concedes.”

           “I know you two,” she scoffs, “that’s not going to happen.”

           Something about her saying you two makes my heart beat a little louder in my ears for just a second.

           “So let me get this straight,” she continues. “First you changed his sugar into salt, so he turned your scones to rock.  Then came the necklace thing, and the glue on the doorknob.  I know he kept turning your music up yesterday, but there’s something missing in between.  Did you forfeit that day?”

           “No.”

           “What did you do?”

           The memory is sour and I grimace.  “I don’t want to talk about it?”

           “Why?  Did it not work?”      

           “I cursed him.”

           “So what?  He’s cursed you loads of times.”

           “I gave him nightmares.”

           Penny doesn’t answer for a second.  “You did what?”

           “They were only supposed to be minor ones, but something went wrong, they were never supposed to hurt him.”

           “How bad were they?”

           I want to scrub the memory from my eyelids. “I had to wake him up because he kept shouting.”

           “Simon, that’s… terrible, actually.”

           “I told you, they weren’t supposed to be scary.”

           “Still, you attacked the mind.  Worse, you attacked the subconscious.”  She looks at me like I’ve taken her food without asking. “Does he know it was you?”

           “I don’t think so.”

           “Is that why you didn’t get mad yesterday when he pranked you?”

           “Why would I get mad?” I shrug.  “I deserved it.”

           “Huh.”

           “What?”

           “I never thought I’d see the day that you felt bad for hurting Baz.”

           I shake my head.  “He might be a twat, but you didn’t hear him.  No one deserves whatever he was dreaming.”

           Penny watches me thoughtfully.  “Hmm,” she muses.

           “What?”

           “Nothing, just… maybe you guys don’t hate each other as much as you think you do.”

*** 

           Baz’s hair is still white-blond later at night when we turn in.  I still have to consciously remind myself to stop staring at it.

           He hasn’t said anything to me since this morning, but I don’t think it’s because he’s mad.  More just the normal silence that exists between us when we’re not actively fighting or shouting abuse at each other.

           I wonder as he turns out the lights if his hair has always looked so soft, or if I’ve just noticed it now.  When he turns it black again, will I still have the urge to touch it?  Is it something I’ve always wanted to do but only just realized?

           A thought occurs to me as his breathing starts to deepen across the room.  “Hey, Baz.”

           “What, Snow?”

           “We match.”

           It’s ridiculous and not even close to true. My hair is the blonde of honey, while his is currently the blonde of fucking snow, but that makes it even more ironic and, naturally, even more funny to me.

           Baz doesn’t say anything, just sits up and punts one of his pillows at me, and I can’t hold in a giggle when it hits me.

Thinking Out Loud.

word count: 1215

author: seasideshawn

a/n: y/s/n - your son’s name

masterlist


“Mummy, where’s daddy?” Y/S/N questions, peering up at me with his tired brown eyes, an exact copy of his father ones. He rubs his eyelids with the back of his small hands, his favorite stuffed lion tucked tightly beneath his right elbow.

I sigh, offering him a small smile before kneeling down to math his tiny frame, “Daddy’s making music, as usual honey. He’ll be here when you wake up, I promise. Now go back to bed.”

His bottom lip trembles with worry as tears filled his eyes, “It’s late, mummy, are you sure he’s alright?”

I nod, lifting him up with ease and setting him on one of my arms, slowly walking over to his open bedroom door, “Baby boy, I’m sure. I’ll make sure he gives you your goodnight kiss when he gets back okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbles as I set him on the mattress, tucking him in between his Spider-Man bedsheets and kissing his forehead.

“Good night,” I whisper, pushing down on the light switch so that the room fell into darkness. I exited his room quietly, stepping down the staircase and into the living room. I threw myself down on the couch, allowing a breath of air to escape my lips as I fumbled with the remote control buttons.

Shawn had promised he’s be back hours ago, so he’s be here in time for dinner and Y/S/N’s bath time. He called just seconds before we sat down to eat, telling me he was going to be up late in the studio so he could continue working on his fourth album, coming out in just a few months.

Shawn had been extremely busy for the past years, spending hours of his time in the studio, in and out of interviews, preforming shows one after the other, all while balancing and providing for a family of three. He was incredible, always knowing the right things to do and right things to say. Bit I missed having my husband all to myself, always by my side.

Hours passed until I heard his heavy footsteps arrive at the front door, the sound of his keys making a loud clatter on the counter and a heavy sigh an obvious sign that he was exhausted. Entering the living room, he threw his jacket lazily on the floor, walking towards me with a weak smile.

I wanted to tell him off for being so late, yell at him for skipping dinner to stay back at the studio like he dies every night. But I knew he must’ve been exhausted, so I just smiled back and wrapped my arms around his warm body.

Shawn breathed in my scent, squeezing me tight and right then I knew he felt guilty for staying back.

“Rough day?” I frowned, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

He shrugged, opening his mouth wide as a soft yawn escaped his pink lips. I giggled, amused by his sleepy aura. Tired Shawn was my favorite Shawn.

“I made you dinner, love,” I said, running my fingers through his brown locks, my cold fingertips seeming to sooth him down a bit.

He shook his head slightly, “I ate at the recording studio, Andrew brought some Chinese from across the street. Thank you, though,” he mumbled, stepping away from my grasp and onto the couch, his long legs taking up majority of the small space.

I pressed my lips together and nodded, my eyes beginning to droop as well.

“Okay, well I’m going to get ready for bed. Y/S/N’s still waiting for his goodnight kiss,” I added, laughing. Shawn’s lips tugged upward in a lopsided smile.

“hey,” he whispers, eyes shooting open as he grabbed my wrist. I raised both my eyebrows as a sign for him to continue.

“Let’s dance,” he slurred of sleep, getting up on his two feet and taking me to the middle of our living room.”

Now? Aren’t you tired?” I asked, wobbling along with him.

“Never too tired to dance with my wide,” he mumbled, kissing my forehead before digging around in his back pocket to take hold of his phone. His thumbs fiddled with the screen, clicking on the familiar green and black album so the first chords of “Thinking Out Loud” blared softly against the off white walls of our home.

“May I have this dance?” he grinned, biting at his lower lips. A light red covered my cheeks as I giggled, taking his hand.

When your legs don’t work like they used to before
And I can’t sweep you off of your feet.

He snaked his arms around my waist so that they were firmly set against my hips, mine doing the same except they were locked around his neck. He pulled me closer to his chest, our torsos colliding gently.

And, darling, I will be loving you ‘til we’re 70
And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23

“Funny how after all these years you can still make me blush as hard as I did when I was fourteen,” I mumbled, swaying side to side to match the beat of the music. Shawn’s eyes crinkled up in yet another smile, showing off his perfectly straight white teeth. We must’ve looked insane, dancing like teenagers in the middle of our living room to Ed Sheeran at one in the morning. He didn’t seem to care, and neither did I.

So, honey, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

“I’m sorry for being so late,” he apologized, looking down. I shook my head quickly, using my fingers to tilt his head back up.

“Baby, don’t be. I understand, it’s your job,” I uttered, the tips of my fingers leaving patterns on the back of his neck.

He shakes his head in response, swiping his tongue along his reddening lips, a habit he’s deem to develop over time. Shawn separated our bodies, only to move his arm around me so that I spun around on my toes.

“If I could quit this all, I would. If I could just quit this all and fly us out to some some place far away, I would. We could be happy there,” he whispered.

“Oh, we don’t have to fly our anywhere to be happy Shawn, don’t be silly,” I scoffed, shutting my eyes and resting my head on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat through the tiny material of his dhirt, a stedt beat echoing in my eardrums.

Place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud

“I just feel like you aren’t happy anymore, darling,” he quavered, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

“We could be living on the streets of some foreign country or in the Queen’s palace, Shawn, and I’d still be happy. You want to know why? Because I would be with you. As long as I’m with you, I’ll always be happy.”

He let out a breathy laugh, “My God loving you never gets old.”

And that’s exactly how we stayed, locked in each other’s arms for minutes, hours, I’m not sure. All I know is that we were in our own little palace, our own happy palace, far, far way.

And we found love right where we are.

Spotlight [Lin-Manuel Miranda X Reader]

Request/Inspiration: This wasn’t a request, but I wanted to include a Tony’s event in a different fic and alas. It didn’t fit. So now I bestow upon you, a fic!

Summary: Reader is nominated for a Tony as Elizabeth Schuyler in Hamilton. The reader introduces her date to the cast and they don’t approve.

A/N: I’m writing this at 4 AM because I couldn’t sleep and I needed this idea down before I forget it. Plus, this story is a whirlwind so…..have fun I guess? It’s not emotional, it’s just woosh? PLUS THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A CUTE AND SHORT STORY, BUT IT TOOK FOREVER TO GET TO THE POINT THEREFORE, IT SHALL BE SPLIT INTO PARTS. I admit, this isn’t my best writing. PLUS THE TITLE DOESN’T MAKE SENSE YET SO HOLD YOUR HORSES.

Word Count: 1,224

Masterlist

Request Here!

The whole cast crowded around a monitor in the Richard Rodgers Theater. They were announcing the Tony nominees and everyone was so anxious to see the nominees. So far, Hamilton has been nominated for a few. “The nominees for best lead actress in a musical are-” at this point your heart was beating fast. You played Elizabeth Schuyler and it was your Broadway debut. To be nominated would be a dream come true! You held onto Jasmine as you waited impatiently. “Y/N L/N as Elizabeth Schuyler in Hamilton.” Everyone screamed in delight and you were wrapped in hugs. You couldn’t hear the other announcements over the noise.

“So Y/N, who are you taking to the Tony’s?” said Jonathan. He was practically one of your best friends. “I’m taking my boyfriend.” His eyes practically popped out and at the top of his lungs he yelled, “YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME??” That caught the attention of multiple people and they filed in. “Shut up, Groff! To answer your question, I didn’t tell anyone because I knew this would happen!” You sighed. “I need proof he’s real.” He needed proof? “Do you not believe me?”

“I mean, I know he’s probably real, but I need to know if he’s good enough for you. Besides, he’ll meet the whole cast and you may be able to bring him along more often!” Groff did have a point. It’d be nice to not have to sneak him around. “Deal. I’ll bring him tomorrow.”

You had told your boyfriend, William, about how the cast wanted to meet him. At first, he was reluctant but you soon convinced him to go. You knew the cast would love him. At least, that’s what you thought. You dropped by each dressing room. You had introduced William to Renee and Jasmine first. Once he went to go find a bathroom, they both sighed. “I don’t like him.” You pouted. Maybe they were joking? “You’re joking, right?” They looked at you blankly. “Not at all joking. You deserve better.” You scoffed and headed to the next room. Maybe it was just their opinions. You held William’s hand and he was mainly silent the whole time. “Knock knock, Groff!” Groff opened the door and hugged you. “Y/N,” he let go of you and looked at William, “I’m guessing this is your boyfriend?” He seemed unamused. You sighed. “Y-” William cut you off. “Yes I am her boyfriend.” You looked down at the ground. This was going to be a long day.

The whole time you were at the theater, you were flashed fake smiles. You had come to the assumption that everyone hated William. You love him….right? You were at the last dressing room; Lin’s. Out of all of the people, he would be the most understanding! Lin’s door was already opened and he was reading one of his books while listening to music. He automatically lit up and dropped everything when he saw you. His smile was so infectious. “Y/N! Who do we have here?” In the matter of a few seconds, his expression went from joy to complete anger. Was he jealous?

For about the millionth time, William interrupted you. You assumed that William had sensed the tension as he held onto your waist a bit tighter. Lin’s jaw was clenched.

When you left, William said five brutal words. “I don’t want you there.” Was he being serious? You worked there and you enjoyed everything about it. You weren’t going to leave anytime soon! “Well, I’m staying there. It’s my job, William.”

“Quit. I don’t want you around those guys.” Those guys. Yeah, he was jealous.

“They have names.” He scoffed. You ignored him for the rest of the night.

You arrived at the theater feeling a bit more tired than usual. Your usual cheerful self was swept aside to make room for the snappy version of you. You had a cup of coffee and a bitchy face on. You slammed the door to your dressing room shut and you sat on the couch contemplating the recent days. You wanted to break up with William but you loved him! You often thought to yourself if you actually did love him. You understood why the cast hated him. You didn’t know how to feel. You heard a frantic knock at the door and you ignored it. You did not want to talk today. “Y/N. I know you’re in there!”  Again, you sat in silence. “Y/N L/N. If you don’t answer the door in five seconds, I’ll find my way in.”

“I don’t want to be bothered.” You heard a defeated groan.

“Fine, but we’re talking about this later.”

The whole performance went annoyingly slow. You showed no emotion at all. Your door opened and you presumed it was Lin. “What do you need, Lin?” To your shock, it wasn’t him.. It was Groff, Jasmine, and Renee. “Y/N. You’re being a bit cold today-” said Renee. She always took on the role of Mother Hen. “A bit cold? She straight up ignored everyone today. You call that a bit cold?” Groff interrupted her and you gave him a glare. “Anyways, darling. We want to help. What happened?” You sighed and told them everything that happened last night.

“That,” said Groff followed by Jasmine, “fucking” and Renee finished it off, “bastard.” You smiled at the flow of the statement. “I love him…but I don’t. I don’t know anymore!” You laid your head on the end of the couch. “Darling, you need to break up with him. He can’t control you.”

“You’re right, I’ll break up with him tonight. I may need some help loading my belongings in my car though.”

“Wonderful! I’ll get a few others to help you!”

“Wait wait wait. Who will take her to the Tonys in a few days?” After that, they all smirked. “We have you covered, Y/N.”

You arrived at his apartment with Ant, Oak, Daveed, and Jasmine. He wasn’t home yet so you took the opportunity while it lasted. You had all of your clothes and meaningful gifts when William got home. “Y/N what are you doing?”

“Leaving.” You said it in a casual tone.

“Why?”

“Hmmm probably because I’m tired of being your last priority and I know I can do so much better without you.” You held the last box and smiled at him. “Bye!” You strutted to the car and you drove away before anything else could happen. “Well, I’m sure I’ll get in trouble later. In the meantime, I’ll enjoy the peace. You held a box full of photos and fan mail. You glanced through a stack of photos. They were filled with smiles and the cast of Hamilton. One photo in particular caught your attention. In the photo, you were in your Helpless gown and Lin was also in his costume. His hand wrapped around your waist and he seemed ecstatic. Maybe you liked him. It didn’t hit you until now. You loved him.

Lin was at his apartment, writing as usual. Tobillo roamed the rooms and settled on sitting next to him. However, he was a bit more frustrated than usual. After he saw you with William, something inside of him triggered. He was jealous of William. The way that William controlled you sickened him. The fact that it was William’s arm around your waist and not his….he was furious. It didn’t hit him until now. He loved you. 

I. ACT ONE- Set Up [scene 1: Meetings]

FIRST:

Dionysus (THE MORTAL LOVING GOD) sees across the room, through throngs of people. Music shakes the ground, thrums up his veins, makes him feel like he has a beating heart. 

And The Boy (THE BRIGHT LIGHT, IMMORTAL WITH YOUTH), with laughter in him, is drunk on more than just wine. He looks the way Dionysus hopes these nights will let him feel. 

Instantly, in the air stolen from lungs, never to be recaptured, he’s in love.

He’s also across the room so Dionysus kisses the lips of his bottle instead.

II. ACT ONE- Set Up [scene 2: Rumors and Background]

THE STREETS WHISPER:

Those TWO (COLD TWINS) have knife sharp eyes and wicked teeth, that pull in and gut. Make you love and treat with reproach. 

Apollo has broken many hearts with love. A singing fire song.

(Artemis, does it by never giving love out at all. Quick in kindness, they fall at her knees in hope.)

Dionysus almost loves him on that alone, the wicked insanity of it all.

Rumors, of sweet ichor in his blood, wine that runs off lips, the heartless deity.


III. ACT ONE- Set Up [scene 3: The pull]

DIONYSUS STUMBLES, HE FINDS:

He’s dancing on a table and the music is in him.

All the colors, so blinding before, have become swings of his hips. Neon colored lipsticks and shades of shoved off couches are flushes of cheeks. 

Dionysus: lustful and drunk.

Throws himself into the night.

“Apollo,” is in the shell of his ear. A prayer for the night. Dionysus screams with religious ecstasy.

IV. ACT TWO- Confrontation  [scene 1: In the presence of]

Soft skin forms soft lips forms soft words forms soft poems.

Dionysus revels in beauty, swallows the sights down hard, and he is that.

V.  ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 2: In the absence of]

Awake-

with a white sun burning eyelids red.

Quiet rings loud, reverberating off four walls of unfamiliar rooms. Ataste in the air is sweet and untouched, morning.

And a spot of tangled dark clothes on a spotless carpet.

 

VI. ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 3: Way Home]

(Setting, specific): Sunrise air sticks hot. Thoughts cloud together on humid winds. 

Sepia skin hands. Icarus, they say fell from those hands.

Tight muscled calves, to soft skinned thighs. Daphne, they say, ran herself to death chasing love, trying to run from the agony.

- Oh and how Dionysus (A GOD, ON HEAVENLY CLOUD) knows he would too. 

To wake in a cold room, to shuffle cold feet along air conditioned tile, to walk the sun’s path home. 

In those eyes were every sorrow he’s ever met. In the hot puffed breathes was the last sin he’ll ever breathe. In the pink flash tongue was the last bits of warmth before a winter you won’t survive.

VII. ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 4: Last thoughts (the oracle) ]

strike,

Dionysus knowing he will never find the path back to that place.

Starts the dance with a golden (enough) girl, her whispers, her teeth. “A virgin.”

There’s an ethereal step to her twirls. “Won’t be for long.”

Her neck smells of incense, her body writhes with hope.

Pain, in her eyes, in futures she sees. Wine, on her lips, sacrificed blood of her innocence.

Dionysus knows her. She is mortal.

 

VIII. ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 5: Comforts]

DIONYSUS WATCHES, dances and laugh into a listening night.

He is a god, he knows, and these are his worshipers. 

The words slur out, drunk with love and ripe with wine: 

                          “You are all I’ve ever needed.”

IX. ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 6: First thoughts]

The night is a lost concept.

The day is a halo rising, a crown on gilded hair. 

Dionysus couldn’t tell how he got here but nector rests on his lips. Hard knuckled hands glide out word. From this angle: the god is blinded, he cannot see. “A Poem.” he is told. He is not the muse.

 At this table. In this light.

Words wash over him, warm as cascading light through the window. 

Dionysus can already feel his heart breaking.

X. ACT THREE- Resolution [scene 1: audience]

She watches him. She watches everything. Her teeth, her mind,  her eyes, her nails are sharp. 

She ghosts soft silver over wood forest floors.

“My brother is a god of poison and disease.” Her teeth glimmer white.

“He is not good for you.” Her voice comes out throaty and soft. 

“You are a wild animal. And he loves to hunt.”

 

XI. ACT THREE- Resolution [scene 2: Drink, maybe]

Nights like this:

Loud with silence. Loud with thought. Life eats him raw. And wisps of almost memory curl tight in his mind with rebuke.

He is unstable. Unstable is he.

XII. ACT THREE- Resolution [scene 3: Next time]

Dionysus sees him across the room. Gold glints off bronze, even through the dull of lost souls he burns bright.

Dionysus kisses the lips of his bottle and drinks to drown.


- INSANITY LINGERS IN ART // N.A

Interview

Pairing: Nick Robinson x Reader

Words: 1,207

Warning: underage drinking, unprotected sex


“Hi, I’m (Y/N). Your interviewer for the day.” I shake his hand as I introduce myself.

“It’s lovely to meet you, (Y/N).” He shakes my hand with a polite smile.

“So, Nick. Are you single?” I ask almost nervously.

He situates himself in the chair he’s in, smirking only slightly for a moment. “Yes, I am.” He answers with ease.

With each question he answers, I can’t help but think of how intoxicatingly handsome he really is. The way he talks and moves is so smooth, how he runs his fingers through his hair so effortlessly turning me on each moment.

After the series of questions written for him are finished, I conclude the interview.

“I’ll see you at my after party tonight, yeah?” Nick asks before he walks away to his next interview for his new movie.

I nod my head, “Yeah, I guess you will.”

Keep reading

is
Yoko Kanno (ft POP ETC)
is
Zankyou no Terror OST - Track 13 - is (feat POP ETC) by Yoko Kanno
lyrics:
someone tell me how I got here
from the city to this frontier
all the noises join to make harmony

I was stranded on an island
where I roam without direction
is that the wind lifting me up?

spirits flying at the speed of light
travelling like a dream one night
this hole in my heart is proof of life

life goes on
and the people sing their song

love and hate together
they can make harmony

plunging back into the darkness it's not pain, it's just uncertainty I know my heart's missing a piece but it still beats
Side to Side {Yoongi One Shot}

Originally posted by scartic

A/N: I have returned! And y’all thought I wasn’t gonna write anymore. Well, school is almost done, and I have many ideas reeling in my head. Also…istg this started out as fluff, but I figured I’d take a crack at smut, so I’m really nervous how this turned out. I’d like to add that also kinda has a soundtrack (I was inspired by many songs, so if you want to know them, let me know)

Genre: smut? (idek if it’s that good though) 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2294


Bzzzt. I turned my head towards my bedside table, where the origin of the buzz came from, confused as to who would text me at this time. Granted it is 11 am, but it’s a Wednesday. Most of my friends should be working at this time..or sleeping, considering it was summer break. I reached for my phone, picked it up, and saw that it was Yoongi.

“Well well well…what a surprise” I noted sarcastically. I unlocked my phone to read his message.

Yoongi: Bring your earphones and iPod.

You: What?

Yoongi: I’m outside, hurry up.

What the hell? Surely he isn’t outside.

I didn’t know if he was telling the truth or not, so I decided to get up out of my bed and walk towards my bedroom window. The moment I moved my curtain to the side and peeked out, there he was. Standing on my front lawn, his back to my window.

“Are you serious?” I scoffed. I stood in disbelief not knowing what to do, until he turned around, looked up, and gave me a smug smile. He raised his wrist and tapped it, signaling for me to get a move on. “Shit…I gotta get ready.” I rushed all around my room in my pajama shorts and tank top, figuring out what to wear. I ran to my drawer to grab a random pair of underwear and bra, not caring if they matched, and hurriedly changed into them.

Bzzt. My bedside table vibrated again. I ran over to check my phone.

Yoongi: Love the pair..

You: huh?

Yoongi: Purple and white lace for the top, pink polka dots for the bottom. ;)

I looked down and realized he perfectly described my bra and underwear, and typed angrily into my phone

You: WHAT THE FUCK YOONGI!

Yoongi: Hey…you left your curtain wide open for your neighborhood to see. I’m just enjoying the show. Besides, it’s not like that’s the first time I’ve seen that bra and underwear.

I shot my head up and saw that I did leave the curtain open, all because Yoongi decided to show up without a notice. I ran to the window, and yanked the curtains closed.

Curious as to see how hot it was outside, I checked the weather on my phone.

“Great, 100 degrees. Shorts it is then.” I murmured.

I grabbed my favorite pair of shorts, and ran around my room looking for a shirt when I spotted a white oversized tee. “I shouldn’t be too hot wearing this” I said holding the shirt up in the air. I ran to my closet and grabbed the first pair of shoes I saw, scrambled for socks, grabbed my phone and rushed to the restroom to put on my make up.

Bzzt bzzt. I felt the phone vibrate in my hand.  

Yoongi: Aww..what a shame, I was really enjoying the show.

Yoongi: Also, time is money.

“Oh shut the fuck up” I hissed.

I put on my makeup, and bolted down my stairs. I ran around the living room, looking for my iPod, earphones, and charger. Once I spotted them on the coffee table, I grabbed them and made my way to the front door. A blast of hot air welcomed me to the outside world.

“What the hell Yoong!” I walked towards him. “It’s Wednesday morning! Why?”

He looked at me unbothered, “What were you doing?”

What was I doing? Why does that matter? Why did he have to drag me out of bed? “Nothing, bu-” 

“Exactly.” he interrupted. “You were free, so why not?”

“You could have texted.” I eyed him down, hoping he would see my point.

“I did.”

“EARLIER!”

And like the savage he was, Yoongi started roasting me on how I waste my time in bed, have no life, don’t go out.. “Either way, you still would’ve been doing nothing”

I rolled my eyes. “ANYWAYS…why do I need all this?” I gestured to my iPod and earphones. Yoongi shooked his head. “Rule #1: No talking. Not even a sound, a peep..nothing.” I looked at him mysteriously. No talking? What does he have in mind? What are we going to do? Yoongi took my iPod out of my hands, pulled out an earphone splitter from his pocket and plugged the splitter into my iPod, and his and my earphones into the splitter.

“Rule #2: No choosing songs from the playlist. Let them all shuffle.” he added.

“Rule #3: Just go with it. And rule #4: If any of these are violated, unless needed, there will be consequences. Think of this as a friendly competition. A tally will be kept as to who broke the most rules.”

I looked at Yoongi questioningly  “What kind of consequences?”

“The usual.” He smirked and began walking.

The usual typically meant that one person has to do what the other wants for the rest of the day. While some days we don’t go too far, there are days where one is just screaming for the other to stop…or actually, to keep going.

I’ve had this iPod since I was 12. This means Yoongi is going to hear just about everything from then until now. And what can I say, there have been many phases: My kiddy pop phase, my indie phase, oh god…my emo phase. At least the majority of the music is danceable. The moment Yoongi taps the shuffle button, my heart drops.

Wait a minute! Oh shit! I haven’t heard this song in forever. The upbeat electronic feel, this totally came out when I was 13. My heartbeat begins to pick up with the energy and we start walking towards an unknown destination. As the song is playing, I’m really enjoying myself. Popping my shoulders, making flowing movements as we walk. I notice that even Yoongi is hooked on the beat a little. I wouldn’t blame him, this song is just so good.

I continue dancing down the streets and not caring about the looks I’m receiving from other pedestrians. Yoongi however, doesn’t seem to be bothered about my head rolls, arm movements, or even small body rolls.

As we continue walking, one of my favorite uplifting, optimistic song comes on. While it’s not an energetic pop song as the last one, nor does it have heavy electronic uses in it, this song is more acoustic and authentic in sound. No matter what mood I’m in, whenever I listen to this song I’m instantly happy.  

“OH, ANNA SUN, O ANNA SUN” I yelled. The immense happiness I feel hearing this song makes me feel like a young kid again. And while Yoongi isn’t really feeling the song, I think he’s too busy watching me enjoy the song. Trying to hide a smile, but ultimately breaks when I get close in his face and “WE GOT NO MONEY BUT WE GOT HEA AH AH ART!” I sang out of tune and moved my head left to right to left in sync.

“You’ve just broken a rule” Yoongi cocked his eyebrow, and smirked.

“WAIT! You said talking! NOT SINGING!” I refuse to be ordered around by Yoongi. The last time it happened…well, let’s just say I was left unsatisfied 3 times. There is no way in hell that that’s happening again.

Yoongi kept quiet at my protests, and raised his index finger to indicate the first rule, then puts it to his lips. Essentially telling me, to shut up.

By the time the song ends, we reach a bus stop. Why the bus stop, I thought. I mean…he knows how to drive. Until it occurred to me that every Wednesdays, the bus fare is reduced to ten cents. These are days that people typically ditch their cars and take public transportation. We waited no longer than 5 minutes for the bus to arrive. And boy was it packed. When we walked in, Yoongi and I squeezed between the crowd in the bus and settled between two parallel stainless steel bars that were there for support.

Yoongi decided to stand behind me. His arms coming around me to hold onto the bars in front of him, while I held onto the same ones as him. Our hands inches away from each other. It wasn’t until then that I realized the feel of the song that was playing. It was slow, sensual, and heavy. While it did have a feel of weightlessness to it.

I couldn’t breathe. The number of people in the bus…well, it was shocking how we could all fit. One small hand movement and you’d basically be groping someone. Perhaps that’s why Yoongi stood behind me. But still…my back to his front. The proximity between us: tight. The atmosphere: electric. I don’t know if it’s because Yoongi is standing so close to me, or that the two of us are hidden in plain sight that I start to feel daring. I smiled a wicked smile when an idea came to mind; Time to have some fun.

By the next song, just like its predecessor, it was slow, sensual, and heavy. But, instead of weightlessness, this song had a bounce to it. A bounce that I know I could dance to just by moving my lower body, and hips. I took this opportunity to finally tease Yoongi. I slowly backed into him and stuck my ass out for him to feel.

I started slow. Moving my hips from left to right to left, then a smooth and quick roll upwards. I followed the beat, having it instruct me on what to do. Hips swaying, sharply moving back and forth. Out of nowhere, I began moving my hips in a circular motion, making sure that every time I moved, my ass would grind on him. Side to side, left to right, back and forth, up and down. Slow, but steady.

I can feel his breathing hitch a little, especially when I would work my way up. As I backed my ass up into him, I could feel him getting hard. It didn’t help him that I was wearing my shortest shorts either because every time I stuck my ass out even more it felt like he was fucking me in the ass.

By the end of the song, he was more than turned on. I knew that if I continued, there would be no chance in hell that he would last. While other passengers were completely oblivious to what I was doing, Yoongi obviously wasn’t. I could feel him breathing behind me, on me. The soft hot air coming out of his plump lips. The very lips he uses to kiss me. Kiss my neck, my nipples…

His breathing was short and ragged. Yoongi was desperately trying to hide the fact that he was so turned on.

If we weren’t in public, at this time, Yoongi would have already gotten all my clothes off and have me then. Fucking me, hard and fast. He would nip at my neck as he was doing so. Kissing that sweet spot, undoing the tight knot that was starting to build within me. The feel of him kissing me is so realistic. His tongue putting light pressure, while also swirling around. Sucking at my skin that was starting to become sensitive.  Lost in the music and my own thoughts,  I didn’t realize that Yoongi nipping at my neck until I shot my eyes open and remembered where we were.  

Yoongi knew that if he were to continue, I would moan at any moment. “Rule #1: No talking, not even a sound.” Nope. Not again. I will not break this rule. I will not. Two can play this game. Time to up the ante. I decided to slow down even more that what I was originally moving to. Making sure that he felt every single movement.  When I grinded up against him, I made sure that he was able to feel his dick straining against my ass. And rather than hearing a sound from me, it came from Yoongi. YES! I BROKE HIM.

“If you don’t stop this, you’ll regret it.” He muttered in my ear. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and turned to his ear, “Don’t forget rules #1 and 3” I whispered and continued grinding into him. While it did start off as teasing Yoongi, I couldn’t help but think of all the things Yoongi would do to me.

Fuck me until I was just a mess. Slap my ass and ram into it like there was no tomorrow. Eating me out, or just simply make me cum by sucking my oversensitive nipples. At this point, I could feel my underwear getting soaked. Yoongi pulled me out of my thoughts the moment he let go of one of the steel bars and grabbed me by the waist. He closed any space that there was between us, and pushed himself more into me, and that’s when I let out a small moan.

“Shhh…people will hear” Yoongi responded. Probably happy that he was able to get a sound out of me. At this point, it was the two of us moving along to the music. Both going at it. Slow, gradual, and heavy. My mind was reeling at his intoxicating motions. The moment I was going to push myself into him, Yoongi opened up the space between us and turned to push the button to signal the bus driver to stop.  

We both made our way to the rear exit, got off the bus and continued with the day, praying that no one noticed what happened between us two.

Loose Lips

Requests: “Omg your requests are open! I have a super simple one! Drunk Kylo x Reader or drunk!remus x reader! I love your writing!!”

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: alcohol

A/n: decided to go with Remus because I have heaps of kylo requests already! 

Friday nights were nothing if not eventful. It often began with a knock on your dorm room door, followed by four boys sneaking in with expectant grins. They’d tell you to get ready to go out for a night of drinking, to which you’d reply you were busy studying. They’d hassle you for approximately 20 minutes, whining about how you were always the most fun to be drunk with. It wasn’t until Remus would put his hand on your arm, his bottom lip pouted as he uttered a polite “please”. And that’s when you’d groan, rolling your eyes as you closed whatever book you’d been reading. It always played out like this, every week, the differences in the night only varying from what pub you had been kicked out of. But this Friday night turned out to be a lot more exciting than any that had come before.

Keep reading

5

Ok so I may be looking into things way too deeply and it may mean nothing, but I think I may have found something that could be of some significance. I noticed that in the OA’s premonition of when she meets her father in the statue of Liberty, there is a distinct sound of a heart beating in the background, while it is sort of drowned out with music and other sounds. It last for a pretty long time, and is only really noticeable when listening closely. It got me thinking about my response a while back to @wearenotallpowerful ‘s post about what the premonition could possibly mean. As I continued watching, I noticed that when OA is eating with Hap after meeting him in the subway, the metal bars in the background look eerily similar to the way that the statue of liberty looks behind her when she is inside of it (pictures above).

The heart beat is the biggest piece of evidence that makes me think that Hap is connected to the premonition. When Hap shows his device that detects heart beats to the OA, that is when she truly decides that she wants to go with him. Her decision was made right after she listens to his heart beat. Its difficult to tell if the heart beat could be the same or similar to Hap’s without doing a lot of comparison. But the fact that it is there in her premonition is definitely a sign. Its possible that @wearenotallpowerful was onto something and that the head of a giantess surrounded by water was predicting the fact that Hap would be drowning her in his machine as part of his experiment. It is also inside the head of the giantess that she sees her father, and in a similar way, it is inside of her NDE that she sees her father when Khatun gives her the choice to stay with him or return to the others in Hap’s basement. In the premonition, her father is calling out to her in the beginning saying “Nina” but she is never able to reach or speak to him, similar to how she never gets to him in the NDE as well.

But the similarity in the background in her premonition, and when she is eating with Hap was pretty strange to me. It could just be a crazy coincidence, but I want to think that its possible that its there on purpose. Im not sure if I’m reading to much into the heart beat being there, but it could be possible that the premonition was predicting she would meet Hap, an older male, and not actually her father. It seemed that the OA was very overtaken by the way Hap treated her considering they were just meeting, she even mentions he is the first person not to treat her like a crazy person since her father. Maybe the premonition meant that she would meet somewhat of a father figure instead of her actual father.

If anyone has any additions or ideas, please share so I don’t feel like a crazy person myself.