need this song back in my life

Dear, first love.
I do not know how it happened. I couldn’t even tell you when it happened. All I know is that I was completely in love with you but suddenly, it was over and my love started dissipating for you. Please understand, it didn’t just leave. I went through hell and back, not knowing how to deal with the love that you left behind. I thought it was something I’d never be able to get over. I was so overwhelmingly in love with you that I just couldn’t believe that we had no future together anymore and that was hard to swallow because there was a time where I once saw you as my entire future. My mind went astray with the thought of you during cold nights, wishing we were sharing body heat for one last time. It felt as though I’d never be able to erase your name from my memory. But something happened. Like I said, I don’t know when or how, or possibly even why, I just know that it stopped hurting. Your name didn’t feel like a sharp knife embedded into my heart, it faded away like a dull blur that I had trouble remembering. I could drink dark coffee without thinking how your lips tainted that very same mug once before. I was able to pass by the places that hold memories of past us laughing away into the night, with mexican food in our mouth and love in our eyes, with a smile. There was no longer any sadness that used to drain my entire body with heaviness when my thoughts ran through these memories like wildfire. Just an acknowledgement that we were in each other’s lives at one point of time in this universe. I’m no longer sad about us anymore. Truth is, if we were meant to be, we would have been. It’s just a shame that we were lessons rather than the real thing because had we learnt our lessons before meeting each other, we could have been the real thing, you know? The big love that everyone talks about. All of the movies, songs and poems about love; we would have been the epitome of love itself. I truly believe that. But I am happy that we happened. Because I now know how it truly feels to love someone and to have it taken away from you. It’s given me the biggest lessons of my life. I now know when to admit when I’m wrong, how to support someone when they need you to, how to not hold back in love just because you’re scared of the outcome and most importantly, how to love someone without wanting anything in return. Just for the complete sake of loving them.
God, I’m scared. I’ve met someone new and I’m terrified of messing it up. But this time around, I’m not holding back. I have a heart full of love and this time, I’m going to do it right. So thank you for being a part of my life. Thank you for the lessons and thank you for teaching me how to love somebody properly. Goodbye, first love. Hello, my last love (hopefully).
  • The good are never easy: Taurus, Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn
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Ce faci? - Sebastian Stan

Summary: Sebastian flirts with you on The Late Late Show

Author Note: This is based on the incredible interview with Sharon Stone and Sebastian. Flirty!Seb is HOT!

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“That was Carpool Karaoke with the lovely Y/N,” James Corden said to the camera before turning to face you. 

You had spent a day with him driving around in LA having fun. Your first album was released two weeks ago and quickly rose to number one on the charts. You were relieved to hear the positive response from your old fans who only knew you from acting jobs, but also from your new fans. You could now proudly say you had successfully transitioned from acting to singing. 

“Thank you so much for being here. I gotta say, I absolutely love your new album!” he praised. 

“Thank you,” you smiled, “That means a lot and I can honestly say that was one of the funniest car rides in my entire life.”

You had been on The Late Late Show once before promoting a movie, and it was one the best interviews you have had. James was magnificent at making you feel comfortable, having other celebrities by your side helped, but his kind and hilarious personality made you feel right at ease.

James smiled, before talking about the songs.

“So, there are rumours that some of the songs are written about a special person,” James wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, no” you laughed dismissing it, ”there’s no one special in my life right now.”

“Well, if you need someone,” a voice butted in. Turning to your side, the other guest, Sebastian Stan was smirking in your direction pointing at himself. 

“I mean, imagine having a song written about you and getting to say it’s the incredible Y/N who wrote it” he continued, “I could die happily.” He laid an arm on the back of the couch smiling cockily. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and if you leant back, his muscular arm would touch your back. 

“What’s going on here?” James gestured confusedly but excitedly.

“Can I just say,” he turned to once again face you,” I feel like I’ve seen you all my life and you look so great,” his blue eyes gazed into yours and when he laid a hand on yours, small sparks of electricity ran through your body. You laughed at the attention trying to remember he was a great actor just flirting for the fun of it. 

“You’re a joke. You’re actually going for it!”, James jumped in his seat,” You’re ridiculous. You’re actually going for it. I love it. I love it!”

“Why not,” Sebastian questioned,” when I have this incredibly gorgeous woman sitting next to me with a voice of an angel?”

You laughed in disbelief over how far he was willing to go but felt a warm fuzzy feeling spread inside.

“So, Sebastian you are originally from Romania, right?” James asked once the audience settled down.

“That’s true, yeah.”

“So obviously you are fluent in Romanian. How would one go about asking Y/N out?” You knew James kept this subject going as it would get more views but you kinda also didn’t want Sebastian to stop flirting.

Sebastian nodded in thought before moving closer and once again laying an arm behind you with one leg crossing the other.

“Ce Faci?" 

Without thinking, you asked the first thing that popped into your head when James said Romania.

“Would you bite me in the neck?” 

"Oh my God.” Disbelief showed on his face and the audience was silent for a moment. Then he swept in low and went for your neck as laughs filled the room. You pushed him away slightly giggling but his warm breath on your neck sent your mind into dark places.

“Don’t make me do it.” he raised his voice slightly pointing his finger before taking a sip of his water.

The audience was still in stitches as you tried to remedy the situation by clarifying what you meant. Dracula had his castle in Romania right?

“So, there really is no one special in your life right now?” James asked returning to the first question.

“No, there really isn’t,” you shook your head before placing a hand on Sebastian thick thigh, “but in the future, there might be?” You looked over at Sebastian and gave him a wink.

“Dear lord,” he ran a hand through his soft looking hair licking his lips, “You’re gonna be the death of me woman.” James grinned widely at the scene in front of him. 

“Any chance of you going out with him Y/N?”

“I mean, I gotta say, he is pretty cute.” You retorted giving him a smile. Sebastian’s once cocky attitude disappeared and light pink dusted his cheeks as he felt onto the couch.

James laughed loudly at the change, “Oh, look at him!”

“You were so cocksure, and now you’re a blushing mess.” he stood up from his chair in excitement. 

It was actually quite adorable how flustered he got from your words resorting to hiding his smiling face in his hand. 

“And here you have it, ladies and gentlemen. The next power couple brought to you on The Late Late Show!” James yelled into the camera still grinning widely. 

- - -

You said your goodbyes to James before leaving to your dressing room with one last glance at Sebastian who had been caught by a few adoring stagehands.

A small knock on your door brought you to your feet again. You set down the slice of pizza you had ordered to be here once the show finished. After almost tripping over the discarded shoes on the ground you made it to the door.

The same man who had made you feel butterflies and giggly stood outside your door awkwardly.

“Hi,” Sebastian spoke and you could almost feel the nervousness roll of him.

You responded giggling at the complete 180 degrees turn from cocky to shy.

“I” he paused muttering “I’m really doing this” under his breath before continuing.

“I just wanted to tell you I meant everything I said out there. I really think you are amazing and unbelievably gorgeous,” his stare on the ground lifted and you could see the nerves swimming in his deep blue orbs. 

“I was just wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?” he bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. 

“You really got stop doing that,” you said breathlessly as more butterflies filled your stomach. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion not quite catching what you meant.

“Biting your lip and running your hand through your hair.” you clarified, “It makes me think and want to do things I shouldn’t.” This time his eyes widened at your confession and a sliver of lust showed.

“And yes, I would like to go out with you.” you grinned. 

He sighed in relief and a smile spread on his beautiful face.

“I got pizza in here if you want to join?” you gestured inside and the twinkle in his eye was more than enough to account for his answer. You put out a hand and when his fingers intertwined with yours, feeling the same spark from before, you pulled him into your dressing room. 

Lose Yourself // Jeff Atkins

A/N: I know it’s not in order of the prompt list, but this is the one I had inspiration for, and the only one I’ve felt proud of in a while.

Named After:  There’s literally one line in here that made me think “Mom’s spaghetti”


“Best three out of five!” Clay whined.

The two of you had rock, paper, scissored over who was on bathroom duty for the end of both of your shifts. The alternative and clearly better option was working the concession.

“C’mon Jensen, I won twice…” 

You couldn’t hide the grin on your face. You’d lost this game for about two weeks straight between him and Hannah. 

“Out of five.” 

“Out of three. The mop is in the closet.”

Clay rolled his eyes, sighing as he went into the back room. Hannah, on the other hand, was working the ticket booth. A job, the three of you had already pulled straws for. 

You smiled to yourself watching Clay sulk away when you moved behind the counter. 


Ten minutes left in your shift and it was going pretty well, not as busy as it normally was on a Friday night, no screaming middle schoolers, no crying babies, just you, the popcorn machine, and the elderly couples that pulled at your heart strings.

You’d been dating Jeff Atkins for four years before everything went to shit. Before you’d caught him, tongue down some cheerleader’s throat, hand on her ass, touching her like he’d touched you the night before.

The worst part about losing Jeff was that you not only lost your boyfriend. You lost your best friend. You lost the only person in the world who knew you inside out, who knew that you’d once seen Mamma Mia seven times in one week, who knew that your ultimate dream job was to be second string at the World Cup, who knew that when you were angry you were ruthless. 

He tried. He tried calling, texting, tried to catch you at your shifts at work. But you were just as cold as he expected. You blocked his number and changed your whole schedule just to avoid him. 

Truth be told, seeing him with someone else, it broke you. 

You were in love with him. And he chose someone else. 

So you deleted any and all memories of him. Couple photos, trashed. Best friend photos, in a box in the back of your closet. All of his clothing over the years, returned.

It was hard, to say the least. Hard to be so cold to someone who once gave you so much warmth. You’d given up on love ever since.


The buzz of your phone in your back pocket pulled you out of your vacant stare. You glanced around, making sure your supervisor wasn’t anywhere near before checking your text.

Hannah Banana Baker: Head’s up. He who shall not be named in 30 seconds.

Your head shot up from your phone to see the boy standing across from you. 

“Wow… I’m Voldemort now, huh?” Jeff teased, eyes glancing up from your screen as he tried to lighten the mood between the two of you.

He looked…good. Nowhere near as if he’d been crying for two weeks straight like you did. Say something. He was wearing his letterman jacket. The one you considered keeping because it made you feel just as safe as Jeff did. Say something. You could tell he was getting a haircut in a few days. He always let it flop down, covering his forehead, a few days before. Just so he didn't “waste product on hair that was getting cut”. Say something. You always liked it a little better that way. When he didn’t look so perfect. Say something!

A breathy, “Hey.” falls from your lips before you could think of a witty response to his question.

“Hey.” Jeff offers you a sheepish smile, as though to somehow pull attention away from the fact that you hadn’t seen him outside of school, where you avoided him.

“Hey.”

“No yeah, you said that.” he laughs, briefly. His eyes trying to connect with yours.

You glanced over at the girl, the girl, who stole him from you, holding onto his arm, trying to ignore the whole interaction. What did she have that you didn’t? You knew him better than anyone. You were the perfect girlfriend. 

“Y/N?” 

Your eyes snapped back to him and you let out a fake cough.

“Yeah. Hey.”

“I thought we already did that.” 

“Right. Um- what would you like?” you offered, trying to swallow down the golf ball sized lump in your throat. 

You glance away from him, fingernails, nervously, tapping at the glass below.

“I’ll take-”

“Fries and an Arnold Palmer.” you interrupt. “What is she having?” you tilt your head over in her direction.

Jeff’s mouth opens a little bit, and for some stupid reason, he’s surprised you remembered what he liked. He thought you’d deleted everything about him.

“Y/N WHERE ARE THE-” Clay shouts from across the room, only stopping himself when he sees the baseball player. “Jeff. Hey!”

“What’s up man” Jeff replies casually. As if he wasn’t prolonging the most awkward moment of your life. 

“Nothing, I’m good…Y/N you wanna do out of five?”

For once in your life, you were happy to say that Clay Jensen was not oblivious to feelings. 

You shook your head, determined you could get through this, but offered the boy a smile for being so considerate. 

“Okay…um- gloves?” 

“Top shelf, to the right.”

You turned your attention back to the baseball player who had broken your heart, who was now whispering to his…new girlfriend.

“Babe, you wanna grab us some seats. I’ll just meet you inside?” Jeff asked, more of a forced suggestion than a thoughtful question.

She nods quickly, placing a kiss on his cheek before heading into theater number 3. 

He turns back to you once she’s out of sight, hand running through his already messy hair. 

“Can we talk?” he asked.

Jeff was going out on a limb here. He hadn’t heard from you since you left his stuff on his porch and told him to never talk to you again. For fucks sake, he missed you. He missed you so much it hurt. 

He made a mistake, a huge one. And honestly, the girl, whose name was Alyssa or Alexis, he could never remember, was nothing more than a rebound. 

You sighed, gritting your teeth. “What does she want, Jeff.” 

You didn’t want to talk about it. It had been two months since you’d last talked to him, and now he had you near tears with just his presence. 

Jeff’s fingers gripped the surface between the two of you as he tried to break through the walls you had set up.

“Please. Y/N.” 

His voice broke, mid-sentence, and you wanted nothing more than to hold him and never let go. But you knew better than that. So you huffed, blinking back the tears at the brim of your eyes, and asked him the same question once more. 

“What- What does she want.”

“I want you back.”

You swore your heart stopped beating when you heard those words. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to come in here, throw his feelings on the table, and leave you to wipe away at the tears now falling down your face.

You turned away from him, moving to get him the fries he always ordered.

“You’re on a date right now, Jeff, are you fucking kidding me.” 

The three packets of ketchup, landed right next to the box, as you threw them onto the counter.

“I- I know- I just, I haven’t been able to talk to you Y/N. I miss you. I miss you so fucking much and-”

You drowned out the sound of his stupid apology as you filled his cup halfway with ice. The soda machine hummed as you focused on filling his drink exactly the way he used to like it. 60% Lemonade. 40% Iced Tea.

Jeff clenched his jaw, waiting for you to finish before attempting to talk to you again. 

“And- and I just want you in my life again. Girlfriend. Best friend. Mortal Enemy. I’ll take anything. I just want you, need you, to come back.”

You bit your lip, hoping it would stop you from crying as hard as you knew you wanted to. You placed his drink on the counter and moved to fill a medium bag of popcorn for his date, Alyssa Callahan. You may or may not have stalked her after the rumor spread around school that they were hooking up.

“I miss my girlfriend who would always play at least one NSYNC song when she had control of the aux cord. I miss the best friend that stayed up with me to help me study. Even though you had a test too. I miss you. I do.” Jeff cried out. 

His palms are sweaty. Jeff never had to beg for a girl’s attention in his entire life. But now? Now he’d do anything to have you even just say ‘hi’ in the hallways. He knows it sounds stupid. He knows he’s an asshole for saying all this while you were at work and he was on a date. But this is his one shot, one opportunity, and he was going to take it.

You slammed the bag down, popcorn tumbling down the sides of the bag as you moved to get her a drink. She seemed like a lemonade type of girl. 

Answer me, Y/N.” Jeff pleaded, ignoring how desperate he felt. 

You placed a cap on her drink and moved it with the rest of the food before looking back up at him.

“You know what I miss, Jeff?” you asked, punching a few buttons at the cash register. 

“I miss. The boy that told me-” you stopped yourself mid-sentence, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes as you pulled a twenty out of your pocket. 

“I miss the boy that told me he loved me…” 

You placed the cash into the register, slamming it shut with a bang. 

“And told me- he would never hurt me.” 

The receipt tore from the machine and crumbled within the fist your hand made. 

“But. Obviously. That’s not you.”

It swished in the trashcan below you, and you shoved everything a few inches closer to Jeff.

Jeff was looking at you, as distressed as you were the day after your break up. His eyes were glazed with tears that had yet to fall, Adam’s apple bobbed as he restrained himself from responding. He picked up everything you’d placed in front of him one at a time. 

“It’s on the house. Enjoy your movie” you emphasize with a forced smile. 

Jeff turns, nodding, knowing that he lost you and enters into the theater. 

It isn’t until you can’t see him, that you walk yourself to the bathroom, lock yourself in a stall, and fall to your knees. Letting out the sobs that were scratching at the back of your throat until your shift ended. 

Getting to Know Reiya

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If you’ve been in the Yuri on Ice fandom for a long time now, then I bet you’ve already heard of Reiya. She is the author of the highly acclaimed Rivals series on AO3. The series’ first fic, entitled Until my Feet Bleed and my Heart Aches, is the YOI fic with the most number of kudos and hits.

Reiya ( @kazliin ) even has her own group of dedicated readers, who form a sub-fandom within the YOI fandom. Her blog is proof of that–being comprised of replies to the variety of asks she receives daily, different posts about the Top Ten’s of Yuuri and of Viktor in the Rivals world, reblogs of different fanarts and fanvids about her stories, and a whole lot more.

Any fan of Reiya would take pleasure in scrolling down her blog. From it, they can know some exclusive facts about her writings, like where she gets ideas, which of the two fics in the series was harder for her to write, and others. But with the plenty of asks Reiya answers each week, such facts get buried away in her blog and could never be seen again (unless you’ve decided to devote yourself in searching through each of the pages, which would probably take hours.)

Therefore, this post has been made to compile some of the basic stuff that everyone needs to know about their favorite writer. Learn more about Reiya and her works right under the cut.

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Wet Bodies

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Warning: Cocky-Scott, shower sex, cursing. 18+

A/n: I’m working on a new Stiles series, and I got this idea but it didn’t fit in with the story so I decided why not just write it as a one-shot for Scotty.

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I used to think maybe you loved me, now I know that it’s true.

And I don’t want to spend my whole life, just waiting for you.

Now I don’t want you back for the weekend.

Not back for a day–

The water fell over your body like an angel dancing in the rain, it was hot and everything you needed after a hard day at work. Squirting the shampoo into your hand, you scrubbed it into your scalp as the song playing off your phone was blaring through your bathroom. Your legs did a little dance but you also focused on not slipping.

Just as the chorus was about to start, everything switched off. Your heart pounded, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around your body as you looked around in darkness. You cried out when the shampoo got into your eyes, “Just my luck.”

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Its inevitable, high school is gonna end, we are gonna move to different towns. We aren’t going to see these people everyday anymore, we have six months left together. Six more months of lunches 5 days a week at the same table in the same room in the same school. About 150, give or take a few, days until we graduate and leave this school forever. 4 years of our lives is done. And some people might think that this is a dark depressing thought, that in six months we will leave our best friends behind and move on to another part of our life story. But I think there is a difference between me and someone who thinks this is dark and depressing. You, who thinks this is a dark thought who doesn’t want to hear it, you are probably scared, terrified for the inevitable future that awaits you. And thats perfectly fine, be scared to leave your best friends, that fear is going to drive you to make the most out of these last six months together. Its going to make you want to go out and go to games, dress crazily for spirit weeks, not give a crap about what other people in the school think because you are enjoying yourself for the last time with these people. The difference is I am okay with me and my friends splitting up. I have seven best friends and we hang out all the time. I know that these people are going to be the ones I can count on, these people are going to be with me for the rest of my life, most likely the ones I want to have in my wedding. There is going to be distance put in between us and it will be hard to talk. Seven different people, seven different schedules, seven different towns, finding the time for everyone to talk will be so hard but I’m not worried. These are the people that I know I can count on, that will call me out when I’m lying and will help me through a bad day. I know that we might be able to talk everyday, and I think I’m okay with that because I know that these are the types of people that I don’t need to talk to everyday because  I know that they will always be there for me. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try to talk to them, believe me I am, but it means that I will be okay if there comes a point where everyone is too busy to talk everyday. Now with all this being said, and how I am not scared, that doesn’t mean I won’t take advantage of these six months, I will. I will enjoy every moment that we spend together, every lunch, every dinner at my house, every song played on my guitar in my room, every old movie watched together, every car ride blasting music. I’m going to love every minute of it, but I know that I will be okay when it comes to the point where all of that is just a memory. I will be okay when we all  leave, yes I will be heartbroken but I know that we will always find our ways back to each other.
I think more seniors need to understand this. People think when high school is over they end a book, they think of there life as a book series, but its not, its one long novel. High school is just a chapter in it, and just because the chapter is over doesn’t mean the main characters cease to exist. Yes new characters come into the story, but the main ones will always be there, maybe not like they were before, and maybe not in the next chapter, but they will come back into the story. It might be years down the line, but the people who are supposed to be in your life, have a way of coming back. These are your best friends, the people you meet in high school and if your lucky they will be there for the rest of your life.
—  Something I said during my religion class today
Endgame part 1 - Jughead x Reader

A/N: I had this idea from listening to so many songs and just mashing them together, so this series is like an All Time Low, Drunk and Happier mash up, hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Drinking, Angst, Fights

Word count: 1631


You and Jughead had been best friends since the moment you first started Riverdale. You just clicked, no one in your little group of friends could believe how close you both were, seeing as Jughead seemed to hate everything, but whenever you were around his smirk turned into a smile and his heart would go a million beats a second.

You knew you loved him, Ronnie knew too, after all you two lived together and you couldn’t really live with her without her knowing, you had held it in for too long and decided you wanted at least one person you knew to know your feelings for the infamous Jughead Jones.

Ronnie ended up telling Betty and they both shipped you guys, hard. They would always find ways to either leave you two alone together or have you two be close to each other when everyone hung out in a group.

You were sure Ronnie had heard you sneak Jughead through the window one night, but that was completely platonic, he needed somewhere quiet to write his novel, Archie house (Where Jughead lived) had Archie and Val composing songs in the ‘Soundproof’ garage, Pops was full of the other jocks celebrating getting into some finals thing, but Jughead knew your room would be quiet.

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Disappointed

I’ve said much lately regarding Liam and his & his teams promo of Strip That Down and his situation, but I need to get this out, then I’m officially done with speaking on it. I have been part of this fandom for 4 years. I have watched this fandom rally around each of the guys in moments of despair in moments of joy and love and frustration. I have watched this band give back everything they have to this fandom & then some. I have seen friendships develop because of this band, my own friendship with my best friend which I wouldn’t trade for the world. I have found love thanks to this band and I know well each and every one of you have in some ways found those same things. I understand that liams promo has been something else which is the number one reason it should appear as shady af to all of you instead of bashing him your support was more needed than ever. You have rallied for each of the guys getting them chart numbers and mass love and appreciation and yet when Liam needed you the most you failed. I get you may not agree with everything that’s been said but if you truly stop and look, take your blinders off, step away from Larry, babygate 1.0, and every other thing that has you blinded to just how fucked up Liams situation is, you’d see just that. It’s fucked up. Nothing about his promo has been normal. Debut singles are promoted for that, not promo for his personal life and stunts. You have all given so much to this band and they in return, Liam especially, whether you choose to admit that or not. He needed you all this week the way you were there for Harry’s, Nialls & Louis with Steve, he needed you to give back to him the way he has for years. He needed your support and love to achieve something he’s DREAMT of his entire life and you let him down. So so many of you. My heart utterly breaks for him because you’ve fallen to exactly what this promo was. I hope you’re all happy with yourselves. Regardless of whether you love the song or not he’s part of one d and has over and over made that clear to you, you could’ve at least not voted against him in every poll you saw. The other boys all had their moments, they all deserved it & so did Liam. Thank you for truly showing me what so many of you are made of and who you are, I’ve truly never been so disappointed.

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I watched Disney’s Hercules and this happened…

I need a Disney!TSoA AU that has an end like Hercules…. Achilles brings back Patroclus’ soul, becomes a true hero and thus a god, but decides to live a mortal life with Pat. And they live happily ever after. That’s all I need.

Rivals Series Playlists

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches and Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts

hey fam, ‘tis I, your favorite Yuri!!! on Ice trashbag and pro fic reader, back at it again with the fanfic posts!

I’m coming at you today with playlists for both of @kazliin‘s Rivals fics! If you haven’t read them, you should come out from whatever rock you’re living under and surrender to this angsty one-sided-hate-sex AU. Here I have two lists of song recommendations to pair with these stories, handpicked from my own Spotify playlists - so brace yourself for a lot of chill indie electropop/rock, I suppose. I tend to think in songs so a lot of these came to mind as I was reading them, while others I picked later. There’s one for Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches and one for Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts! Please enjoy and pray for my poor sons, who just can’t seem to communicate with each other.

Rivals // UMFB&MHA - YouTube | Spotify

Rivals // OBS&BH - YouTube | Spotify

Fuck yeah I made these graphics. Or at least, I put them together. The Yuuri image and both snowy backgrounds came from Google; the Victor image, I painstakingly rendered myself. When I say I spent way too much time on this I mean it, y’all.

Song notes under the cut!! (Warning: notes contain spoilers for UMFB&MHA and OBS&BH up to chapter 3)

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A Normal Day For The Wealeys:
  • Ron, mumbling a song : "Is this just real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality"
  • Author Weasley walking by Ron, : " Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see.."
  • Molly rolls her eyes, : "I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy"
  • Fred joins, : "Because I'm easy come, easy go"
  • George joins Fred, both of them sing : "Litte high, little low. Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me.."
  • Back to Author, : "Mama, just killed a man.."
  • Molly takes the next part, : "Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead"
  • Ron sighed, what did he do? : "Mama, life had just begun.."
  • Fred and George, : "But now I've gone and thrown it all away.."
  • It all suddenly goes quiet. But they all hear Some ones singing in the far distance.
  • Percy from afar, : "Mama, ooh--"
  • Ron, Molly, Author, George and Fred bursts out laughing because they didn't expect that and his voice sounded really high pitched.
  • Percy yelling because they stopped right as he was singing, : "OH COME ON--"
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Originally posted by bringmeblacksirens1

IT’S FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED WOO!

Prompt: Imagine working as a P.A. for Black Veil Brides on the set of Legion of the Black and having to take care of Andy when he passes out from heat stroke.

THIS IS PURE FLUFF BTW


“Cut!” Patrick shouted, and the music stopped. The director sighed and made inaudible gestures to the various crew surrounding him. I just shook my head, pushed the hair from my eyes, and pulled open the cheap cooler by my feet.

Ashley smiled, whooping in glee as he rest the neck of his guitar on the stage, running over to me. Everyone else soon followed suit.

“I honestly have no idea how you guys do this all day,” I said, astonished, as I handed a refreshing bottle of water to Jake and CC, “I mean, I checked on my phone, it’s a hundred and ten degrees.”

“Hah!” C.C. jabbed an accusing finger at Andy, “I called it! Over a hundred, pay up, Biersack!”

The singer rolled his eyes, “Yeah, fine, you win, I’ll give you the money later.”

Soon I had given all the band members a bottle, and an extra one for Jinxx. I was the official P.A. of the illustrious Black Veil Brides. When I got into the job I only did it because it sounded better than working at Wendy’s or some shit just to pay off student loans. I did not, however, think that it would involve going to the middle of the goddamn Sahara to film. I thought I would just have to run and get smoothies for arrogant douchebags. Instead I’m trapped in the southern part of hell, hoping I don’t burst into flames.

“Uuugh… Andy, you dick, why’d you say desert?” Ashley grumbled, running a hand through his sweaty hair, “we could be filming anywhere else and you chose the desert?”

“Shut up, it’ll look amazing,” Andy muttered a quick thanks to me before taking the bottle from my hand, his fingertips brushing against the side of my hand, “anyway, at least you’re not Alicia. You know how many scenes she’s gotta do tomorrow?”

Jinxx pitched in, “But Alicia’s makeup is just a bunch of smeared oil. I saw her pour some water on her hair earlier and wanted to punch something I was so jealous,” he added, “We get any water on our stuff and we’re screwed.”

I chuckled, nudging Jinxx’s side, “Why don’t you just boycott the makeup forever?”

“I’ll toast to that,” C.C. raised his almost empty water bottle like a champagne glass, “to never wearing makeup again!”

Eventually everyone was clinking their plastic bottles to a makeup-less future. Andy grinned, “At least we only have an hour left.”

Ashley choked on his water, his eyes wide with surprise, “At least an hour! At least!”

I rolled my eyes at Ashley’s shock, “Hey, keep in mind that the crew has to be out here till nightfall so you can both your mouths.” I said jokingly. Andy laughed, taking another sip of his drink. Although, it wasn’t as clear cut as I put it. Hence the title of the movie, ‘Legion of the Black’, the boys were clad in nothing but shiny black leather and cloth. I would take the white shorts and short sleeved t-shirt I had on over that any day. Overall, Andy probably had it the worst. He was up an extra hour before everyone else to do his scenes with Alicia, where they finished up Resurrect The Sun.

“All right everyone, we shoot in five!” Patrick called, and the boys groaned, throwing away their bottles into the spare bin near the tent.

Andy waved to me before running up to his stand and I flashed him a quick smile in return. I’ll admit, one of the best parts about this job was the boys. I’ve been working as a P.A. for about three years now and when I got drafted to work for an obscure, punk rock, heavy metal band called Black Veil Brides It almost made all the other countless jobs for assholes like Gene Hackman and Taylor Swift worth it. They didn’t treat me like trash, they smiled and talked to me before doing takes, and, when my boyfriend of three years dumped me, they comforted me, told me that he didn’t deserve me and overall made the whole experience hurt a lot less. I had no idea why, after a year of working with them on tour and during video shoots I still had no idea why I hadn’t been relocated to another movie shoot but Jesus, I’m thankful to work with people like them.

Just then I felt a buzz in my back pocket. I took out my phone and saw that it was Lisa. Usually I would stay and watch the boys preform but… Lisa hadn’t been able to call for a while and I did need to check up on her. The song they were shooting for, Abeyance, came on over the old boom box and they started to preform, so while I brought the phone to my ear, I walked away from the set and behind a tent.

“Hey, Y/N! Sorry I haven’t been able to call for a while. My asshat of a boss made me do overtime yesterday and I forgot to ring you up,” Lisa, my roommate back in Chicago, apologized profusely.

I snickered, “Forget it, it’s okay. Hopefully you’ll get the promotion soon and then you can make his life hell.”

“Ah, yes. Vengeance and spite. The two motivations that get me up in the morning,” I laughed, and began not paying attention to the music playing from the set.

“So how’s the desert been?” I gave her an exasperated groan. “…That bad, huh?”

“Lisa, it feels like I am in Satan’s anus it’s so hot, I feel like I’m going to combust into flames.” I heard her lowly whistle over the tone.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, that bitch Lindsey Lohan you filmed with a year ago just got arrested,” I gasped. Lindsey Lohan. Two years ago I was filming something with her and on the second day of the shoot she hadn’t turned up on set. The director, a nice girl if I remember right, asked Y/N, the brand new P.A., to go to Lindsey’s trailer and wake her up. When I knocked on the door she shouted at whoever was there to get out. I insisted that she was missing from the set and the director asked me to come get her. In response, she threw open the door of the trailer, poured half a bottle of scotch on my head, spit at me, and told me to fuck off. Needless to say, that was one of, if not the worst day of my life. So by now I was too deep in the conversation to notice that the music had stopped. “Yeah. Cops down in San Francisco had a hunch, you know? They thoughts they’d find some weed or something in her flat. Guess what they found?”

“What?” Distantly, I could hear something off in the direction of the set.

I could practically hear the malicious grin in her voice. “You name it. PCP, crack, LSD, everything under the sun.” I was bending over laughing I was so happy, and only stopped when I heard distressed shouting from the set.

“I know, right? She’ll be away for a long ti-“

The jokes forgotten, I was starting to feel panicked, “Listen, Lisa, something’s gone wrong on set. I’ll call you back,” and I promptly disconnected the call, stuffed my phone in my pocket and sprinted over to the set.

When the set came into view, a small crowd had gathered around the center of it. Brief panic turned to fear as I tried to push through the sea of people.

“Hey! What happened?” I asked one person, and I distinctively heard someone shout my name.

“There she is- Y/N! It’s Andy he… shit, he just…” I heard Ashley say and my worry spiked. Once I pushed through the crowd my eyes landed on the dusty desert ground and I felt my stomach drop. Andy had collapsed on the ground, face down on the sandy terra.

My breathing escalated and I crouched down beside Andy, my hand reaching to search for his pulse and inevitably located the steady beat of his heart somewhere down his neck. I looked up at Ashley questioningly, “What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know! Everything was normal and suddenly Andy just dropped.” I was about to try and wake him up when I heard Patrick’s angry shouts from across the scattered crowd.

“Heat stroke! You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me, Biersack. Of all the days to beauty sleep you chose today of all days!” He ranted and I felt my blood boil.

Sir,” I growled with an edge of bitterness, “Andy has just passed out. And it’s not unbelievable with this sun. Therefore, I will be taking him to his trailer to be sure that he is alright. And if you have any complaints you can take it up with the medic you surely hired just in case something like this would happen.” The director’s face paled. He knew just what I was implying. I had strongly urged as an experienced P.A, that going to film in the desert and not hire a medic because of funds was incredibly risky and incredibly illegal, which worked well in my favor.

Jinxx snickered at Patrick’s face and C.C. had to suppress laughter. I slipped an arm around Andy’s shoulder and tried to lift him. Ashley noticed and helped me get him upright. Despite his slim frame, he was surprisingly heavy.

“Hey, Y/N?” Ashley asked as I pulled open the door to the band’s trailer. I hummed in response, the majority of my attention devoted to helping Andy and making sure he was okay. “Thanks for sticking up for Andy back there. Patrick is seriously a huge hard-ass and needs to let up on him.”

I shook my head, “You better be fucking grateful, I probably just lost my job over you jerks,”

Ashley beamed, “Come on, you know you can always find a job with us. Personal butler sounds quite fitting.” Resisting the urge to shove the guitarist was almost too great.

“Oh shut up and help me get this idiot into bed.”


Ashley went back to the set to smooth things over with Patrick, leaving me alone with the barely conscious Andy. He hadn’t exactly awoken but had taken to mumbling, his eyelids shut tightly. His skin was suspiciously dry but flushed red and burning. Jinxx called me earlier and said that Patrick, being the cheap prick he is, wouldn’t waste hundreds of dollars for a doctor to inspect what he called ‘a fever’ and said that I had to get Andy back on his feet by tomorrow. That bastard… I’m working off of symptoms that I googled on fucking WebMD, how am I supposed to deal with this?

“Mmm… M’it hurts…” Andy mumbled.

I hummed, “I know, just hold on…” Finally, I found what I was looking for on the shitty website.

Heatstroke treatment centers on cooling your body to a normal temperature to prevent or reduce damage to your brain and vital organs. To do this, your doctor may take these steps: Immerse you in cold water. A bath of cold or ice water can quickly lower your temperature.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” There weren’t any baths in the trailer, or showers for that matter. It wasn’t an RV, just a rental trailer.

An idea popped into my head. Maybe not as effective as a bath but it might do the trick. I grabbed a spare rag from the drawer, dipped it in water and ringed it out until it was cool and damp.

“Okay, this might sting,” I mumbled to myself, seeing as how Andy probably couldn’t even hear me. I gently pressed the towel to Andy’s forehead and he instantly recoiled with a wince.

“Yeah, I get it hurts but please just stay still.” He twitched here and there but after a while he kept still and let me work. Everything was going perfectly well until his mumbling got more prominent. Originally, it was just funny, as he started talking about cats and batman, some strange dream he must’ve been having, but then everything went downhill when I started hearing my name fall from his lips.

“Y/N…” He muttered, and I spun around from my spot in the kitchen. I shook my head, thinking I must’ve just misheard him or something. But it happened again, this time sounding more like plea.

Cautiously, I walked over to him, setting the thermostat on the end table beside the couch. “Andy, you awake?” But he gave no response. He just repeated my name again. By now I had begun to notice a small bead of sweat forming on his temple, despite the fact that I had managed to get his temperature to a normal balance half an hour ago.

“Please… no…” He started turning from side to side, his hands twitching and clenching in his hand.

What the hell? “Andy, it’s okay, I’m right here,” I said softly, trying to wrestle his hands to be still. He didn’t slow, only becoming more and more anxious.

“Can’t… hurt her,” and now even his shoulders were spazzing out, “get… out…”

Now, as it was probably easy to guess, trying to hold down a convulsing, 6’4 heat stoke patient who was at least a foot taller than you is pretty difficult and I ended up with my legs trying to pin down his torso and my hands holding down his arms.

“Andy, please calm down!” I shouted, trying to wake up the singer.

“Love…her…can’t hurt…her…”

My heart skipped a beat when his words reached my ears. Realization hit me, a baseball bat swung to my chest and Jesus, it hit a home run. Andy, my best friend for over a year, was having a nightmare about me.

“Andy, come on, it’s just a dream, wake up!” His words were rattling in my head. In his tired voice was genuine concern. And there were those few syllables that I couldn’t ignore. Just two, though. ‘Love her’

What did that mean? He surely didn’t mean any more than a friend, right?

He didn’t wake up at all. His twitching only increased to painful thrashing. I couldn’t hold his legs down anymore and I could only barely hold his arms down to the couch. It felt like I was riding a bull it was so difficult. If I let him go he would surely have a stroke.

“Andy, please stop it!” I shouted, and still nothing. So I did all I could do. Without actually thinking things through, I leaned my head down and quickly pressed my lips to his, praying that it might calm him down.

His limbs stilled, the only tremor remaining was a small twinge in his fingertips. Kissing him felt… nice. His lips were surprisingly smooth, and I forgot to pull away. Then, after a few more extended seconds of chaste kisses, I felt a small pressure on the back of my neck, creeping up and tangling itself in my hair. My eyes went wide and I pulled away to see Andy’s bright blue eyes staring back at me, a victorious sparkle within the hue. He was smiling widely, and I grasped the compromising position the two of us were in.

“This isn’t what it looks like!” I shouted as I sprung off of him like a startled cat, scrambling back to the kitchen, blushing furiously.

He laughed, “How else is it supposed to look? Y/N, I knew you liked me but in my sleep, I never would’ve guessed!”

Thoughts ran through my head madly and I had no idea what to do. I mean, how the hell do you even respond to that? “Andy, please-“

The singer stood up, still chuckling mildly, “Last thing I remembered was passing out on set and then someone kissing me? I half expected it to be C.C. giving me mouth to mouth or some shit, so you can see how I was pleasantly surprised.” He droned on, walking over to me as I grew more and more embarrassed. I just kiss my boss when he was sleeping. That was a fucking line I really shouldn’t have crossed.

“I’m sorry, please just let me explain-“ My hands gipped at the edges of the kitchen sink as he approached me.

“I mean, Jake and Ashley said that there’s no way she would make the first move, C.C. said that you did. Guess I owe him ten bucks, huh?” My head was lowered as I came to terms with what was about to happen.

“I’ll get my shit in the after the shoot,” I forced the words out of my clogged throat, my hands shaking.

He raised an eyebrow, “Wait, what?”

I turned around to look at him slowly, “I’m fired, right? I just fucking kissed my boss while he was sleeping…”

He shook his head, “Y/N-“

“Even though I only did it because you got heat stroke and were having a nightmare and some kind of seizure and you were just spazzing on the couch and there really wasn’t anything I could do because Patrick was too cheap to hire a goddamn medic and I-“

“Y/N, listen-”

“Well I did all that I could do but I’m just a P.A. and it was stupid of me to think we were friends and even when I may have thought it was more I just tried to help you so I got on top of you because your legs were shaking and I-“ That was when he grabbed my arm and leaned down in front of me.

“Please, just calm down. I’m not going to fire you, that’s stupid.” He spoke slowly, like he understood the boiling point I was falling over.

I stood, bewildered and backed up against the kitchen sink, registering the space, or lack thereof, between us. “Y/N, what I wanted to say is that I really enjoyed that, okay?”

“What… are you saying…” The very concept of someone else ever enjoying kissing with me was so foreign I couldn’t even fathom it.

“Jesus, you’re dense,” Andy whispered, before pressing his lips against mine. Even though I had done the exact same thing moments before, I still felt utterly taken aback when he initiated it, though. The fireworks were more prominent, they were brighter than before. Electricity sparked though my skin as his hands slipped down to my side to rest on my hips. The taste of the hot sun of his still-warm lips was addictive and I couldn’t get enough of it. The only thing that made me pull away was the burning need for oxygen in my lungs.

“Wow,” I gasped out, taking deep breaths of air.

He grinned, “Yeah… wow.”

After a moment of awkward silence, he said, “So, maybe after we get out of the goddamn Sahara desert, think maybe we could get a coffee or something?”


I fucking loved/hated writing this. I mean, I was considering turning this into smut but I honestly have no idea how to actually write smut. I mean I read it plenty, who doesn’t, but really I have no blues clues how to do this shit.

Anybody got any tips for me?

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What’s a One-Sided Friendship Called?

Request: “Hello! Your writing is so beautiful! I was wondering if you could do a newt x reader to the song "Save Myself” by Ed Sheeran where the reader has always been there for newt, comforting him and one day she’s had enough of him swooning over Leta and Tina?“

Word Count: 2,749

Pairing: None

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @caseoffics and @red-roses-and-stories


You fiddle with your quill, trying to remember what word you’re thinking of and only half listening to Newt’s swooning.

“She doesn’t fear them. Not one. She asks me about them.”

“That’s nice, Newt.” You mumble, still focused on your essay.

He laughs to himself. “Even after her hair caught fire once.”

“Mmm.” It’s on the tip of your tongue. You close your eyes and try to picture it.

“Are you listening?” Newt asks, hand drifting to tug on your sleeve.

The word disappears. You let out a long sigh, opening your eyes to look at Newt. His hair hangs in his face, messy from a day of field work. Dirt streaks over the freckles on his left cheek, and an inch-long cut runs along his jawline. Still, his eyes are bright and animated, waiting for you to respond.

Looks like you won’t be finishing your essay tonight after all.

You lean back against the couch in your common room. “Of course. You were talking about how Leta’s the best person you’ve ever known and you would do anything for her because no one else could ever compare.”

Newt winces. “Is something wrong?”

“No, Newt. By all means, continue swooning.”

“I’m not swooning.”

“All you do is swoon, Scamander.” You say as you lean your head back to rest your eyes.

“I have other cares.”

“It’s creatures and Leta. I don’t even fit into that mix anymore.” The words are bitter and twist your mouth into a frown as they come out, but they’re true. Newt talks about his creatures or talks about Leta with you. You can’t recall the last time he asked how your day went or what you were working on. Still, he’s your best friend and when you open your eyes to glance at Newt, regret fills you. He’s staring at his hands, voice quiet when he responds.

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anonymous asked:

What love songs do you think match your favorite ships?

Gency: The Score — Oh My Love. This song makes me think of their lives together as a whole. Through the good and the bad and how Genji would tell Mercy each and every word of this song. 

High Justice: Jon Pardi — Head Over Boots. A country soul feeling song to fit McCree’s undying devotion to Pharah. Simply how much he wants to be with his Egyptian Goddess queen. 

Time Dragon: Twenty One Pilots — Air Catcher. This is Hanzo’s inter conflict with falling in love with Tracer, his fear and want of her. In the end, he lets himself fall. 

Widowreaper: Five Seconds Of Summer — Vapor. Its a plead of desperation for the other to stay close and always remember each other. They only have each other now, and they can’t lose that. They can’t lose this love. 

Ana76: Jukebox The Ghost — Girl. It’s a reminder to Soldier 76 about how much love heals and how Ana is the only who can make him believe in such things again. How she brings him back to happier times where love is real. 

BunnyRibbit: Walk The Moon — Shut Up And Dance. Easily how they both are so fun and full of love. How they dance together so perfectly and are in awe of each other. 

Junkmetra: Jess Glynne — Hold My Hand. This song shows both how strong they are individually but how much they need each other’s support. Symmetra simply wanting Junkrat close and how Junkrat is always there for her.

Zen Hack: OneRepublic — Something I need. Sombra’s confession to Zenyatta. How he simply is what she needs. He’s become so important, that the one life she does live must be with him.