she is someone i grew up listening to and this is one of my favorite songs by her

“Prom was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and compete over a stupid title.”

“Uh –” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”

Cora huffs. “Whatever.”

In the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells. “Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five years to go to her own prom.”

“I’m not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how to have fun.”

Derek raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.” Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to wipe at her eyes. “I’m so proud.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either of you.”

“You are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying to dance!”

“Can’t hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready to prom!”

Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”

Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone, collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”

“Yo,” Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”

“Listening to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you go to prom, you’re thirteen!’. “I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”

Stiles laughs. “She’s not that good.”

“If you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he intended.

It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.

He’s never taught Derek that.

Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t know how to share Stiles.

Because Stiles is his.

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Long ago (1920’s), a boy lived in a house as old as he was. He lived alone— yet he had many friends. The boy sang, and sometimes played the cello.

In the spring time, he opened up all the windows so that when he used his musical talents, all those that passed by could hear. People would stand in front of his house and listen to him but none who heard his voice ever saw his face.

One day, he went into town to buy some food and clothes when a man accidentally bumped into him. “Ah, pardon me…” The boy turned to the man, astounded.

He was obviously a wealthy man, his top hat, and three piece suit fitted him well, a small cane at his arm. A streak of white accented his black hair and his face could only been described as godly.

The man however, was just as mesmerized by the smaller young man before him. His eyes were similar to the oceans after a storm, skin like the wet sand the waves rolled over. “No… pardon me.” He swallowed regaining his swagger. “My name is Lord Shiro.” He extended a soft hand.

“I know, sir. My name is Lance. It’s nice to meet you.” Lance grinned and placed a papaya in Shiro’s hand. “It’s my favorite…” he chuckled.

Shiro— though he thought it to be an odd gift, took the fruit and adjusted his tie. “Thank you. Well then, I must be off.” He tipped his hat to Lance and went on his merry way.

After that, Lance and Shiro had many run in's— talking and laughing all the time. Shiro had expressed his feelings towards Lance, yet their complications. Shiro was married to the beautiful woman by the name of Lady Allura, her family had descended from royalty decades ago— though Shiro loved her, Lance consumed his thoughts.

Their affair grew steadily, Shiro always meeting Lance in town or at his house. People began to catch wind of the relationship and someone told Allura.

The next week, Shiro was found dead outside of town, laid as if he was in a coffin with care and love, a small vine of pink flowers placed across the bridge of his nose and over his eyes.

Shiro was poisoned by his wife. She knew about the affair and wanted to make her husband pay for the pain he had caused her.

Word traveled fast through the small town and Lance began to sing sad songs, play his cello in minor key until he stopped all together. His songs melted into moans of tragic love lost.

Lance could no longer bear life without his beloved, so he took his own life to be with Shiro. The great sorrow Lance suffered on Earth would not let him move on. Lance was trapped as a ghost in his house.

Some who have lived in his home began to hear and see things. They claim to have heard wails coming from a certain room in the house, wails for a person named Shiro. Others claim to hear singing or a musical instrument from the very same room. Those who are lucky enough, encounter a young man without a face but tears streaming down his face. He would be seen crying on the stairs or playing a cello.

People who try to interact with him only get one response: “Shiro is that you my love? It’s Lance! Please come back to me!” And nothing more. He still walks the halls of his home… forever.

A Lovely Night (2/3) [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]


Summary: What happens when Lin’s path and yours cross while trying to make it into Broadway?

Word count: 2,568

Warnings: Alcohol mention and some light cursing. Also usage of some FLS content from 2012 even tho this story is set in 2007 oops. 

A/N: PART TWO IS HERE! This took me and Nat forever to figure out and I’m so glad @down4usnavy decided to help out because her idea was amazing. I really hope you guys like it! Also part three will (hopefully) come very soon!

askbox | ren’s masterlist | nat’s masterlist

“Don’t make me physically drag you outside, [Y/N]!” Natalie barged into your room already dressed up, opening your closet and looking for something for a few seconds, throwing a yellow dress at you.

“I agreed to the party last time, I’m not going again.” You hugged your pillow and resolutely stared at her, ignoring the dress.

“But I saw you talking to a cute guy last time! And this time it’s just a bar, how bad can it be?” Natalie countered, her voice echoing in the hallway as she left your room.

You laughed into the pillow, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, a cute guy who left just as I was about to begin my rant. Total asshole.”

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|We Meet Again|

Originally posted by allforbts

Pairing: Park Jimin x Idol!Reader
Synopsis: You, dear reader, are an idol. Your debut was a pure success but behind your ambition is hiding something. A dream that can now be realized. You can meet him again, maybe now he’ll notice you?
Warning: None
Word Count: 1880
Author Note: So this was a one-shot that was requested by Marinaomar. I hope you’ll all like it! I’m sorry if there’s errors in the text it’s not exactly all corrected, but anyways!

BREAKING NEWS: YG Entertainment, part of the “big three” as we usually call the three most popular Kpop companies, early released their new band, ARKANE. For more information about the new group stay tuned! 

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You’ve Haunted Me All My Life

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader - soulmate AU

Warnings: Language, lots of fluff, feels.

A/N: So, I was really feeling like writing some fluff today after seeing those ADORABLE new pictures of seb, and I had the idea for this after listening to the Death Cab For Cutie song, and I reeeeally wanted to write it, so I’m sorry if you don’t like the idea of me writing Seb. It was just too cute not to write. <3

“Its you.. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Those were the words that were etched into the skin above your heart. 

You remembered the day they’d shown up, your 18th birthday. A sign that not only were you an adult, now, but that someone, somewhere, was meant for you. And those would be the first words they ever spoke to you.

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People In Hell Want Slurpees

Pairing: Wellp this started off as just TFW fluff buuuuuut it grew into CrowleyxReader so… yep

Summary: The reader is listening to music and one of her favorite songs comes on so (naturally) she jams out to it.

Warnings: Implied smut, swearing?

A/N: OMG so this is for @percussiongirl2017‘s writing challenge! I am waaaay overdue lol thank you for being so patient with me!! The line I had to include was “People in Hell want slurpees” and the song I had to use was “Long Black Train” by Josh Turner. They’ll be highlighted.
A/N2: My first Supernatural oneshot! I hope y’all enjoy! Shoot me some feeback, good or bad, I appreciate it all :) requests are open

(gif not mine chickas but I’M SORRY WHAT? HELLO)

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live through this

After Kurt died, Courtney’s name was on everyone’s lips. Some people felt sorry for Courtney, but most people hated her for it. They blamed her. People conspiracy-theorized that she’d killed him, or had him killed. Others blamed her in a more indirect way, blamed her for not getting him off drugs or for not getting him enough help with his depression (not understanding that you can’t always save someone from their own pain, no matter how much you love them), or claimed she had driven him so crazy that he’d killed himself. It was easy to hate Courtney, to make her into the scape-girl, because she was loud and angry, because she did drugs, because she had ratty bleached hair and wore ripped-up dresses and smeared red lipstick. She was easy to hate because she played balls-out heavy rock’n’roll, because she did whatever the fuck she wanted. Because she wasn’t some silent sweet thing. Because god forbid we blame a man for his own actions - if he screws up his life, or ends it, it’s because a woman drove him to it, some Yoko Nancy Courtney succubus who was hungry for money, for drugs, for fame, for love. And then Live Through This came out, a week after Kurt’s death, and that made the people who already hated her more furious: as though it were all a gruesome publicity stunt, as though she’d somehow planned the whole thing, planned to have her album drop right after the love of her life fucking killed himself.

I didn’t know much about Courtney, other than what the media and my peers said about her. I’d only heard a couple Hole songs. I did know that I found her intriguing. The things about her that other people hated, like her wild, punk rock Alice in Wonderland style and her brash attitude, I liked those. I thought they were glorious. In some unnamed part of me, I thought she was the sort of person I’d like to be. And then, about a month after Live Through This was released, this alterna-goth-punk grrrl befriended me. My school was a middle school and high school, combined. I was nearing the end of my 6th grade year, and this girl, she was finishing up 9th grade. I never could figure out why she was nice to me - she seemed light-years ahead of me in terms of coolness and experience. Maybe she felt sorry for me, since most of the kids in my grade made fun of the way I looked, the way I walked, the way I existed. Maybe she saw in me a younger version of herself. Whatever the reason, she was so nice to me. When she saw me in the hallway between classes or during lunch or free period, she complimented me on my clothes, or the book I was reading, or she asked me what I was writing in my hateful notebook. She told me it was rad that I kept a journal and wrote poetry. “You should write a zine,” she told me. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it,” I said. One day, we got to talking about music. I mentioned some of my favorites: Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins, The Cure, Green Day, Operation Ivy. Later that week, she gave me a mix tape of some of her favorites, bands she thought I’d like based on the ones I’d mentioned. I shook with excitement when she handed me the cassette - no one had ever made me a tape before - and I put it in my boombox as soon as I got home. The whole tape was great: Sonic Youth, Soundgarden, 7 Year Bitch, Babes In Toyland, Mudhoney, Nine Inch Nails, Tori Amos, Pixies, Jawbreaker, Hole… I grew to love most of those bands in the coming months and years, but the songs that hit me upon first listen were the Hole songs she’d chosen: “Violet” and “Miss World.” And the sky was made of amethyst / I am the girl you know can’t look you in the eye. The next day, I told her how much I loved the Hole songs, and by the end of the week, she’d dubbed me a copy of Live Through This.

That album was a revelation. It was a horrific fairytale, images of purple skies and roses white and red butting up against kill-me-pills and pieces of a girl in a box by the bed. It was a huge, dark sound, a tale of disillusionment and sorrow and fear, and also desire (desire for sex, for love, for everything). It was my desire and darkness, like someone had yanked it up out of my guts and made it into this music that sounded like dried flower petals wrapped in broken glass. I ripped a couple of my old dresses to shreds, and I tried them on in front of my mirror. I smeared red lipstick on my lips and let my hair tangle. Shreds and smears and tatters, I stood in front of my mirror, and screamed along with Courtney. I want to be the girl with the most cake. (And someday, you will ache like I ache.)

-Jessie Lynn McMains, from Reckless Chants #22 (2015)

anonymous asked:

hey! so im the person who asked for musical recs and im hella new to musicals so i've only listened to hamilton, tgc, deh, and heathers. thanks!

okay, awesome. i think the best way to do this would be to break it up into a few categories. and of course, there’s tons of shows out there that i can’t possibly all mention here! so keep that in mind. these are just a few of my personal faves. (and don’t think you need to listen to all of them! think of this as just a list of possibilities.)

1. THE OLD-SCHOOL CLASSICS–pre 1970, very traditional music, relatively straightforward plots, resolutions, etc

•west side story! you’ve heard of this one. romeo and juliet, but nyc gangs. classic tragic love story with some damn good music.

•the sound of music! don’t watch the carrie underwood version lmao. takes place in 1930s austria. a young aspiring nun isn’t quite fit for the job, so her convent sends her to work as the governess for the seven children of a widower. cute love story, but also they flee from nazis. julie andrews is everything.

•seven brides for seven brothers! this isn’t quite as much of a true classic as much as those first two are, but it’s a personal favorite. a mountain man in 1850s oregon sets out to get a wife; when he successfully returns home, she realizes she’s meant to take care of his 6 uncivilized brothers, too. she whips them into shape, and eventually they all fall in love with 6 of HER friends. shenanigans ensue. questionable gender dynamics but w/e.

2. THE NEW CLASSICS–more recent shows that have established themselves as Important Musicals, may be more experimental or innovative, may just be super popular, either way ought to be remembered down the line

•wicked! a musical prequel to the wizard of oz that explores the relationship between the wicked witch of the west and glinda the good witch…as college roommates. crazy popular show, you might know “defying gravity” or “popular” already.

•rent! be prepared to cry and want to rage against society, dude. centers around a group of artists in new york city near the middle/end of the AIDS epidemic. about half the main characters are lgbtq, and about the same number live with HIV/AIDS. focuses on the artists trying to fight against gentrification and society while also dealing with personal struggles.

•fun home! a very recent show, won the best musical tony in 2015. explores the life of lesbian cartoonist alison bechdel (ever heard of the bechdel test? she inadvertently created it) through three perspectives: her as a young girl, a college student, and an adult reflecting on her life. follows her journey with regards to her sexuality as she grew up and her relationship with her father, a gay man who committed suicide when she was in college. so heartbreaking, so amazing. a personal favorite.

•in the heights! lin manuel miranda’s first show. it follows a close knit community of black and latinx people who all live on the same block in washington heignts. the plot focuses on how the community is rocked by 1. the revelation that one of them has won $96,000 in the lotto and 2. a massive blackout. super funny, super emotional, amazing music.


•hairspray! it takes place in the 1960s (super cute costumes/musical styles) and follows an overweight teenage girl named tracy turnblad who wants to dance on her local tv station’s after school teen dance program. it also addresses the racial struggles of the time as the black dancers fight for the tv station’s integration. super funny, really fun music, lovable characters.

•legally blonde! yes, there’s a musical adaptation of the movie, and i love it. you might know the plot; elle woods, a sorority girl from california, is dumped by her trust fund boyfriend who wants to find someone more “serious” at harvard law, so she decides to get into harvard law to prove her worth to him. along the way, she finds out she’s worth a lot more.

•the book of mormon! i’m not exaggerating when i say this is probably the funniest show i’ve ever seen/listened to. like, the music is laugh-out-loud hilarious. it was actually written by the dudes from south park, so there’s that. it’s about two young clueless mormon missionaries who get sent to uganda and have to try to spread the word of god while trying to fight back against a warlord. so. fucking. funny.

4. AMAZING SCORES–like, i don’t necessarily mean here that i love every single individual song, but if you like incredibly intricate music with beautifully recurring themes (like great comet), these you might like.

•les miserables! one of my personal all-time favorites. it takes place in the early nineteenth century in france, and it’s about this dude named jean valjean, who went to prison for years for stealing bread. he gets out and decides to basically remake his whole life. later, he becomes a successful factory owner and adopts the daughter of one of his former workers, then the daughter grows up and falls in love…there’s a lot going on. just watch the show.

•into the woods! you like fairy tales? well, here’s ALL of them mashed into one show. seriously, sondheim is sorta a crazy genius. it’s about a generic baker who, to lift a curse, has to get jack (and the beanstalk’s) cow, some of rapunzel’s hair, little red riding hood’s cape, cinderella’s shoe…a lot happens, yo.

•sweeney todd! sondheim again, and this one is pretty dark and crazy, lmao. a vengeful barber named sweeney todd starts cutting the throats of his clients, and his accomplice/friend/lover(?) mrs. lovett, who runs a pie shop, starts baking the clients into pies to help get rid of the evidence.

5. WEIRD SHIT–broadway can be weird and experimental, idk.

•spring awakening! based on a german play from the late 1800s, i believe. german farm teens discover the strange wonders of sex for the first time, accompanied by mid-2000s indie rock.

•avenue q! it’s like sesame street rated r. it’s all puppets, except the puppets swear and fuck and stuff. the music is catchy as hell, though.

•little shop of horrors! a classic, tbh. a mild-mannered nerd works in a flower store, comes across a weird-ass alien plant. the plant can talk and stuff. turns out the only thing that can satisfy it is human blood! lots of murder by plant. really funny, though.

6. PERSONAL FAVORITES–things that didn’t fit in any other category precisely but i still like, idk.

•newsies! there’s a movie with baby christian bale lmao, but the stage show is better. newsboys in 1899 go on strike when newspaper suppliers raise prices. VERY dancey. very catchy songs.

•falsettos! oh man, i love crying. a gay man, marvin, leaves his wife (and son, a bit) for his lover, and after everyone finally gets sick of his shit, is forced to reckon with his own maturity and problems. then, in the second act, more stuff happens, but i don’t want to spoil it. PLEASE listen to falsettos. it’s one of my favorites of all time.

•the last 5 years! this show actually has only 2 people in it. it tells the story of a relationship from both people’s perspectives. the thing is, her songs go from the end of their relationship backwards to the beginning, and his go chronologically from the beginning to the end, and they meet just once in the middle. it’s just songs going back and forth, and the songs are pretty wonderful.

•next to normal! it’s about a woman with severe mental health problems and her family trying to make it through as she struggles to find a treatment that will help keep her “balanced.” kinda heartbreaking, kinda wonderful, raises some fascinating questions about mental health and if treatment is right for everyone.

•heathers! you’ve already listened to it. i just love it so i’m gonna say it anyway.

this is, well, TONS of shows, so i think i’m good! happy listening!

Delayed (Namjoon)

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff (kind of)

Word Count: 3,597

Summary: In which the worst day of your life suddenly becomes the best. And it’s all because of the flight delay.


“No no no no no!” I mumbled to myself, rushing through the airport. I dragged my suitcase behind me, running so incredibly late it wasn’t even funny. My flight was due to take off in less than two minutes and I was on the other side of the airport.

It didn’t help that security had been insanely backed up by the amount of people, and that one dude took so long to go through that I swear I saw someone grow a beard. Nothing could make this day any worse. I just wanted to go home.

It’s been more than a few years since I’ve been home - Seoul in South Korea, to be exact, is my home. For school, I was able to study abroad and get my degree in the United States. But after being away for so long, there’s nothing I want more than to see my family.

I quickly found baggage, dropping my suitcase off there and sprinting for my gate to board the plane. I barely made it in time, bending over to try and catch my breath as the lady checked my ticket. She sent me in, telling me to “have a nice flight” as I let out a sigh of relief.

I quickly boarded the plane, automatically being directed to my seat. I was sandwiched between a snoring old man (who had food stuck in his beard and a wrenching smell) and a business woman that seemed to have resting bitch face. Not my ideal situation, but nonetheless, I was glad to be on this flight back home.

I sighed once more, getting comfortable in my seat. I reached into my bag, pulling out my headphones to listen to some music. After searching for the right song, I finally found it and hit play. Music poured softly through the ear bud in my ear, relaxing my tense muscles.

“Sorry for the delay, but we seem to be having some technical difficulties,” A voice said over the loud speaker. “Please exit the plane, and meet with the receptionist to see about any news regarding future flights.”

Groans filled the plane, one of them being mine. This cannot be happening. I was finally going home… why does this have to happen now?

With a tired body, I dragged myself out of the plane with everyone else. My feet dragged tiredly along the floor as I slowly made my way to the receptions desk. I waited my turn, my head starting to pound with a headache.

After what felt like hours, it was finally my turn to talk to the lady - being one of the last ones.

“What can I do to get home?” I asked quietly, trying to ignore the pity that grew in her eyes when I said that.

“Well, there’s a flight from here to Chicago. Then from there to New York. Then from there, you should be able to get across seas, and only have one more ride back to Korea,” She said, her voice too chipper for my liking. “If you’d like to leave now, that is.”

“How long will there be until the next flight for Seoul takes off from here?” I asked, running a hand through my hair.

“The next flight won’t be until tomorrow morning,” She answered.

“Get me on that flight,” I muttered, not wanting to jump from city to city to reach home.

“Can do,” The lady said, pushing buttons on the computer. After a few minutes of her typing and checking my past ticket, I had my new plane ticket in my hand and was heading back towards luggage.

I received my luggage pretty quickly, heading off to where my new gate would be and sitting down in a chair. I slouched in the chair tiredly, my head leaning back so I could stare at the ceiling with sadness. I couldn’t believe this happened, of all days.

After a few minutes of sucking, I pulled my phone out. Turning it off of airplane mode, I dialed my mother’s number. It rang three times before she answered.

“Y/N…” She said tiredly.

“Hey mom,” I sighed out. “Bad news. My flights been delayed because of technical difficulties. I won’t be able to leave until tomorrow morning.”

“Oh honey,” She said sadly, her voice growing quiet. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, too done with everything to be upset anymore.

I talked with her for a few more minutes before hanging up, letting her go back to sleep. I pulled out my headphones again, plugging them into my phone and going to my favorite playlist. My BTS playlist. BTS was my favorite band of all time, and if I needed a pick-me-up, their music would sure help.

Only putting one ear bud in, I stood from my seat. I might as well get some food while I wait. Heading off in a random direction, I lugged my suitcase behind me in an attempt to find something edible. After a few minutes of, I found a little coffee shop that served doughnuts and cupcakes.

I quickly ordered a latte and a chocolate cupcake (it had chocolate frosting too). I sat down in a booth by the window, watching people rush by to their planes.
I stayed there for well over an hour, eating at my cupcake and sipping at my drink slowly. I was tired now, not wanting to stay here. But I didn’t have anywhere else to go. So I found myself walking back to my gate. I walked with my head down, not wanting anyone to see the tears that had started to form in my eyes. It was all getting to me, I was so devastated. I hated crying, let alone in public. But I couldn’t help the sniffles that slipped out as I tried to hold in the tears.

Wiping at my eyes, my attention to the surroundings around me vanished, causing me to run into someone.

“Sorry…” I mumbled in English, not bothering to look up at the person due to my embarrassment.

As I tried to walk away, the person grabbed my arm gently. “Are you okay?” I froze, my eyes widening. I would know that voice anywhere, even when he spoke in English.

Deciding not to fangirl and turn around, I just nodded, mumbling an “I’m okay” in Korean. As I tried to walk away, his grip kept me still, tingles running up and down my arm.

“How did you know I spoke Korean?” He asked, trying to turn me so he would look at my face. I gave up trying to leave, letting him turn me around. I looked up at him, tears falling down my face as I looked in his warm eyes.

“I’m a big fan of you guys,” I muttered. “I’m from Seoul too.”

Namjoon nodded in understanding, his eyes concerned as he looked at me. Using  the pad of his thumb, he wiped away the tears falling from my eyes. “Are you crying because you’re happy, or because you’re sad?” He asked.

Logically speaking, in a situation like this, it could be either one. I could be crying happily because I got to meet one member from my favorite band. Or I could be crying sadly for some reason.

I was crying for the latter. Sad tears falling down my face as I remembered what was happening. “Because I’m sad,” I answered him. “But don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.” With that, I turned and walked away from him.

I laid down across multiple chairs by my gate, using my hoodie as a pillow. I just wanted to sleep some time away, so I could get that much closer to going home. My tears had dried now, a numb feeling taking over.

Yawn after yawn, I tried to fall asleep. But nothing was working. The chairs were just too uncomfortable lay on and I had too much of a headache to lay my head on the crumpled ball my hoodie was in. Groaning out in defeat, I sat up in the chairs.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to remove the tiredness. It barely worked, another yawn falling from my lips. Shivering, I realized it had gotten quite cold in the airport. I slipped my hoodie over my head, putting it on quickly. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold in my own warmth.

It worked for awhile, my own body heat keeping the cold out. But after an hour or so of just listening to music and sitting down, I needed to use the restroom. So I dragged myself out of the chair, pushing my suitcase under the seats and walking off to the bathroom.

I did my business quickly and attempted to control the birds nest my hair had become. After a few frustrating minutes, I just tugged it up into a ponytail and gave up on trying. I pushed myself out of the bathroom with a huff, not wanting to go back to sitting in the uncomfortable chairs.

While leaving the bathroom, it seemed that I was not paying attention once again to where I was walking. And I ran into someone yet again, causing the drink in their hand to dump all over my hoodie. I let out a gasp, tripping over my feet as I tried to catch my balance.

I felt like crying again, looking down at my now ruined hoodie. This was my favorite hoodie - and the only one I had with me.

“This is the worst day ever,” I said frustratingly, not even caring if the person couldn’t understand my native tongue.

“I’m sorry!” The person said. My ears catching onto the familiar voice.

I looked up at Namjoon and sighed. “Why do we always seem to meet like this?”

He looked at me with a tiny smile before seeing what had happened to my poor hoodie.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have been walking so close to the door!” He rambled on.

“It’s fine,” I said, holding up my hand to stop his rambling. In a quick motion, I pulled my hoodie off. The cooler air nipped at my skin, causing goosebumps to appear.

“Do you want me to get you a new one from the gift shop? I can do that,” He tried, his voice soft as he spoke.

“No, no,” I said, looking up at him with a sad smile. “I said it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Things happen.” He nodded slowly, looking as if he wanted to say something else. But I didn’t let him. “Anyways, I left my stuff unattended by my gate. So I have to hurry back and wait. Hopefully we don’t meet like this again.” I bowed my head at him and then walked away, returning to my seat.

I pulled out my phone and put in an ear bud, music bouncing around in my brain. I tiredly sat in the seat, dosing in and out as time floated by. I was freezing by the time it reached the night, my body shivering so much I could no longer dose off to sleep.

I turned off my music, not wanting to waste the battery any further. I sat up straight, stretching out my sore muscles from sitting for too long. Letting out a tiny groan, I regretted not bringing along anything to read. I still had over ten hours until my flight, and I had no idea how I’d fill that time.

Luckily - or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it - the answer to my problem was right in front of me. Literally. I nearly jumped out of my seat when I saw Namjoon and the rest of the boys sitting in the chairs opposite of me. Most of them were asleep, with the exception of Namjoon. Who was currently sitting up and reading a book.

My curiosity getting the best of me, I let out a whisper so I wouldn’t wake the others. “What are you reading?” I asked, watching him nearly jump out of his own chair from shock. I let out a tiny giggle at his surprised look.

He glanced up at me, his eyes sparkling and a smile on his face. “It’s just some book I got from the bookstore. It’s not really that interesting,” He said, answering my question. He closed the book, standing up and walking over to where I sat.

“Did you just wake up?” He asked, sitting down beside me.

I nodded. “These chairs are too uncomfortable to sleep in.”

“Agreeable,” He said, looking back over at the boys. “I don’t know how they do it.”

I laughed with him quietly. “I guess it takes talent.”


It was silent for a little bit, the awkwardness of not knowing what to say hanging in the air.

“You never told me your name…” Namjoon said, breaking the silence.

“Y/N,” I answered, smiling at him. He smiled back, making my stomach fill with butterflies.

“Y/N,” He repeated. “That’s a pretty name. It fits you well.”

A blush creeping up to my cheeks as I thanked him, not knowing how to reply to the compliment. Suddenly, I shivered again, the cold deciding now was the best time to make its presence known.

“Are you cold?” He asked, turning to face me in his seat.

I shrugged, not wanting him to worry over it. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” He interrupted. “I can see you shivering.”

“I’ll live,” I replied, acting as if I weren’t absolutely frozen.

“The shops closed now,” He muttered to himself. “I should have gotten you a hoodie while it was still open.”

I let out a light chuckle at his words, shaking my head. “It’s fine Namjoon, I promise.”

“Well, at least take my jacket to make me feel better,” He said, already starting to pull it off.

“But then you’ll be cold,” I tried to stop him.

“No I won’t,” He said, tossing his jacket at me. “I’ve got a sweater on underneath. Put it on.”

Giving in, I pulled his jacket on. It was huge compared to me, the sleeves long enough to hang over my hands by many, many inches. But it was super warm, his previous body heat warming me up. It also smelled like him, making me feel safe. It was strange, but I definitely felt better wearing his jacket.

“So, why are you stuck here?” He asked, breaking me from my train of thought.

“My flight got delayed due to a technical problem. The next flight home isn’t until tomorrow morning,” I sighed out, slouching down in my seat sadly.
“Is that why you were crying earlier?”

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s been awhile since I’ve been home. About four years or so to be exact. I came here to study abroad and get my college degree. I wasn’t able to go home and see my family, this would be the first time in so long. I was just upset that I had to wait even longer.”

“Understandable. I’m sorry to hear about that, it must hurt to have to wait to see your family after so long,” Namjoon said, reaching over and grabbing onto my hand (I had pulled them out of their sweater paws). He gave it a little squeeze before rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. Tingles shot through my arm, making me wonder if he felt them too as he held my hand.

“Why are you guys here?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Oh, nothing real exciting,” He mumbled, letting go of my hand and leaning back in his seat. “We just had our last concert for the US tour the other night, and now we’re headed to Hawaii for a mini vacation before we go home. The flights super early in the morning - like four am - so we got here tonight in order to not be late.” I nodded in understanding, also leaning back in my chair.

After multiple minutes in silence, I found myself drifting back off to sleep. I felt myself falling over until my head read against a soft surface, allowing me to finally drift off into a nice, warm sleep.

Many hours later, I was awoken by whispers.

“Look at how cute they are!”

“Shh! You’ll wake them up Jimin.”

“Did you take the picture?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Good. Now I wonder who she is, and why she’s cuddling up to our leader?”

With that, I found myself waking up fully, letting out a small groan. My eyes fluttered open, being met with three pairs of eyes. I jumped in surprise, a gasp leaving my lips and my eyes wide. Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung stood in front of me, all staring at me with wide smile on their faces.

Beside me, something shifted, causing my own body to move as I was laying on top of it. I turned my head to look at it, shock radiating through me as I saw it was Namjoon who I was laying on.

I jumped back, getting off of him quickly.

He woke up then, blinking his eyes slowly as he looked around him. He smiled at me before noticed the three staring boys.

“What?” He asked them.

“Oh nothing hyung….” They said together, dragging out the last word.

He rolled his eyes at their behavior, deciding to ignore it. “What time is it?”

“About 3:30 in the morning,” Jimin answered, showing his phone screen to Namjoon.

“Oh shit,” Namjoon said, quickly getting himself out of the chair. “Our flights soon. We have to get the rest up and we have to go check in and gather our things.” He rambled on, rushing around to gather all of his things. The four of us just watched him, amused smiles on all of our faces as we watched him be all “leader-like”.

He struggled to wake up Hoseok, Seokjin, and Yoongi - the latter putting up the most fight and swatting at Namjoon as if he were an alarm clock he needed to turn off.

Fifteen minutes later, all seven of them were ready to go. Just in time for their flight to be called for boarding. I stood up as well, walking with Namjoon over to their gate. He held my hand the entire way, not that I was complaining.

When we reached their gate, Namjoon hung back and let the others go on first. He turned to face me, a small, but sad, smile on his face.

“I guess this is goodbye,” I said, looking at him sadly. Remembering that I was still wearing his jacket, I started to shrug it off. But he stopped me.

“Keep it. Consider it a replacement for the one I ruined,” He said, smiling at our earlier memories. “And not to sound cheesy, but I don’t want this to be a goodbye. You said you lived in Seoul, right?”

I nodded, confusion clouding me.

“We do too,” He said. “When we get home, I’d like to take you on a date.”

Butterflies erupted in my stomach, or more so, the whole entire zoo was having a party in my tummy. My heart was racing and blush appeared on my cheeks. He wanted to go on a date with me?

“R-really?” I stuttered out, finding it really hard to look him in the eyes.

“Mhm,” He hummed in response, putting his finger under my chin and lifting my head up to look at him. “Will you wait for me to return in a couple weeks?”

Without questioning it, I nodded. My eyes stayed locked with his, not missing the smile that formed on his face when I said yes.

“Good,” He said. “I’m glad.” I couldn’t help but smile as well, happiness coursing through my veins.

The lady at the gate interrupted us, telling Namjoon that it was time to go. He nodded at her and looked back at me with a sad smile.

“This is not a goodbye,” He said, pulling my head to him and kissing my forehead softly. “This is a see you later.”

I nodded, “I’ll see you later, then.”

“You will,” He answered. “I’ll make sure of it.”

He pulled his hand out of mine now, starting to walk towards the gate entrance. I watched as he handed his ticket to the lady to be checked. After a moment, she cleared him to enter.

Before walking in, he turned to face me again. “I put my number in one of the coat pockets. Find it, and text me. I’ll respond when we arrive in Hawaii. Do the same when you arrive home.”

I nodded again, “Alright. I will.”

He smiled once more, waving. He then turned around and left, disappearing into the tunnel. I let out a sigh, a blush still on my cheeks and my heart still pounding in my chest.

I can’t believe that just happened.

In a daze, I walked back to my seat. When I got back, I dug through the many pockets in the jacket to find the slip of paper. After a moment, I finally found it hidden in one of the inside pockets.

I quickly pulled out my phone and added his contact, deciding to send him a quick text so he’d have my number.

‘Hey, just so you have my number. It’s Y/N.’

Surprisingly, my phone buzzed right after I set it down. Quickly unlocking it, I see a new text.

Namjoonie <3: 'I’ll see you in a few weeks. Miss you already.’

The Wiz

Request:Can you write an imagine with the reader dancing around and singing to The Wiz or Dreamgirls and her boyfriend Wade comes back and just admires her and how sexy she looks with her hair all wild and free almost nothing on being genuinely happy? 😁much love🖤🖤

Wade could hear the music before he even opened the door. He couldn’t help the smile that found its way on his face, it sounded like you were singing to the Wiz record again. It was your Christmas present from him. He knew how much you loved the music, and everyone deserved to listen to their favorite songs on vinyl. He opened the door and was not disappointed by what he saw. You were in one of his shirts and you underwear. As he opened the door You Can’t Win started which was by far your favorite song on the record. You gasped a little as if you didn’t know the song was next. Wade quietly closed the door behind him and stood in the door way of your little living room to watch your performance.

You can’t win! You can’t get even and you can’t get out of the game! You can’t win Chile!” you sang moving your body in lazy but graceful movements as if you were in fact the scarecrow singing about the way the world was. Your hair, unkempt and sorta living a life of its own, got in your face every now and again but you didn’t seem to mind. You shook your hips to the beat acting like you were really performing for someone. Wade wanted to join you as you belted out the song, but you were just too good. He wasn’t nearly as good as you were… at anything. Even your silly dancing that made you laugh were beautiful enough to go on a stage…a classy stage. You had the goods for a strip club, but your silly moves would likely only turn him on. He lost track of how long he spent watching you dance about the room and sing but when you finally turned towards him your eyes were closed and you were belting out the last words of the song.

You can’t get out, woo, of the gaaaaaaame.” your voice was like the kinda stuff people would try to steal and bottle if they could. He clapped for you and you screamed at the sudden start. The next song started while you got back your breath from the scare.

“Fucking hell, Wade. How long have you been there?”

“I was  enjoying the view for quite some time. And let me say, I do not appreciate you taking my shirts and wearing them better than me, rude. Another thing I think if maybe you auditioned around someone would pick you up for a deal, sweet stuff.”

You rolled your eyes and went over to hug him, “Fat chance. I sing for fun, let me have that.”

Wade hummed slightly in thought his hands slid from your waist down your hips, and rested on your butt, “Well then, you have got give me a few more shows.”


“Yeah, full costume. I want a one woman show of The Wiz.”

“I’ll do it, don’t tempt me.”

“Oh please do, baby. Nothing gets me more hot and bothered than musical productions.”

You laughed at his confession pushing away, from him, “You’re a damn fool.”

“I’m your fool,” he grinned, as you turned around he landed a quick slap on your rear. He lived for evenings like this, when you didn’t have a care in the world.

He’s the Wiz and he lives in Oz!” you continued singing and dancing because it made Wade smile. You’d pulled him along into dancing with you, and you spent a moment just being  carefree. He swayed with you lazily about the room while you sang, quieter now, smiling like a child.

~Mod Lillian  (Oh my goodness I loved this request. I am a huge theatre nerd and I, of course grew up on The Wiz. I didn’t even know The Wizard of Oz was a thing until I was much older)

Someone Like Me - Peter Quill (Star Lord) : 2

a/n: Here’s part two of my series! – ps: it’s a long one ~
Reader awakens and bonds with Peter and the others. Peter and reader connect on an emotional level, bonding. Could it be a beginning of love?
tagged: @pandazombie69

Originally posted by 0awesome0mix0vol1

You stirred in your unconscious slumber as flashes of your past flooded your mind. The faces of your parents smiling at the sight of you in the cockpit of your father’s ship, pretending to be like him; making ‘pew pew’ and explosion noises. “She’s a natural.” your dad cocked a hip, placing a proud hand on both your’s and your mother’s shoulders.
With several drips of cold sweat you sprung from your unwanted slumber, confused of your new surroundings. The sound of music echoed through the ship, the melodious sounds of Moonage Daydream. It’s been years since you’ve heard music that originated from Earth, you were a die hard fan of David Bowie; so naturally the sound of his harmonious voice drew you in like a magnet. The music drew you up a ladder and onto the bridge of the ship, which there sat Quill who was the man that saved you, a gray man with red markings on his body, and a small raccoon. “Hey! You’re awake!” Peter stood quickly as he grasped onto your shoulder, lending a hand out to introduce his friends. “This is Drax…” the gray skinned alien stood and observed you. He poked your arm’s skin and his gaze met yours, “Your skin is squishy like a..worm. Pleased to meet you.” confusion grew on your face and a simple wording of the mouth, “Okay..” but with a smile you thanked him and said, “It’s a pleasure.”
 “And this fuzzy little cutie is Rocket!” the raccoon turned towards you with eyes squinted. He walked towards you, looking up into yours eyes.  “Nice to meet you, squishy!” Peter glared down at him and your eyes wondered about the ship. 

Sitting down in one of the chairs behind the cockpit, you rubbed your head as a decent sized raspberry was growing on the left side. Quill walked up to where you were sitting with a small Flora creature, he was like a small baby. “This here is Groot.” the small tree like alien waved slowly and you waved back with your pointer finger. “Nice tape mix you got playing.” Fleetwood Mac was blaring loudly, “Stevie Nicks was my girl as a kid.” you smiled slightly. “My mom made this tape for me of all of her favorite songs.” he pulled out from his cloak that was sitting on the chair across from where you were sitting. “I have volume one too!” he showed you eagerly, whipping out the small cassette tape that read, “Awesome Mix Vol. 1″. You chuckled as you remembered listening to tapes in your dad’s 1975 Ford Mustang, you could almost hear the purr of the engine. The thought of your parents brought you both happiness and sadness; Peter was someone who shared those feelings and decided it was time to talk about Earth things. The two of you spent several hours talking about old movies like E.T., The Breakfast Club, Blade Runner, and The Terminator. A lot of the science fiction movies were funny now because the two of you were living in those worlds now. “I really enjoyed The Thing, thank God I’ve yet to meet an alien like that.” Quill laughed heartily, “Honestly, I have!” it was a lot funnier to him than he realized it was. “I had the biggest crush on Kurt Russell growing up!” remembering fond Earth memories. Gamora walked in and only tipped toed back from your conversation, happy for her friend that he finally had another Terran to speak to. You couldn’t remember the last time that you had smiled this much or laughed as hard, it was all thanks to Peter for speaking to you at your working stand and to these unlikely friends of yours. The days went by, Peter grew closer to you both emotionally and physically. He would always make sure that anytime they’d have to fight trouble, that you along with the other’s were okay .. but especially you. His friends meant everything to him, they were family and now you were too. Turns out that your father taught you to defend yourself and use a weapon as the Kree man taught your father the same. So you were able to pull some of your own weight, able to practice fighting with Gamora and Drax. Rocket showed you some in’s and out’s of weapon making, that little raccoon was a dangerous one.

Several Months Later … 

The six of you formed a close knit relationship with each other. You all were The Guardians of the Galaxy and you had one job; to guard the galaxy. Sometimes however, you all didn’t do the job in the righteous way, there was a lot of short cuts. Peter promised you earlier on that you all would go to Knowhere and fetch the items that your father left for you. You remembered the coordinates like your father spoke them to you yesterday, 40.7128° N, 74.0059° W, you actually tattooed them on your wrist yourself so that you would have a constant reminder. With tracker in hand, you finally found the spot. There stood a run down shop that was tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the mining colony. It was locked but a scanner was on the outside of the building next to the front door. Drax tried beating the door down, Rocket fired at it with his big gun, and Groot tried using his tiny limbs to unlock it. Once everything failed, you raised your right hand and placed it on the scanner, a red light beamed up and down as it read your fingerprints. A flash of green light flashed several times and the sound of unlocking cylinders indicated that the door was now open. With a light push, the door creaked loudly and it was just about pitch black inside; all except for a beam of light that was lighting up a gold box in the middle of the room. The dust danced around the room in the sun light and settled nicely on the surface of the gold chest. Peter offered to enter first, his blaster at ready but you simply chuckled as you placed your hand on his strong chest. Oh gosh, you just realized how strong his chest was; this thought clouded your mind slightly as you awkwardly left your hand there, fingers dancing slightly but you didn’t say anything. Rocket cleared his throat slightly to pull you out of your moment, “I uh–no P-Peter. If the door only opens for me, shouldn’t I be the first to walk in?” you stuttered slightly Peter’s face was red from the scene from moments early and only uttered a, “Uhhyaaahhh..” Rocket simply shook his head with a cocky smile. You clenched your eyes shut as you slowly walked into the dusty room, waiting for some sort of security device to come and attack you but when nothing did, you waved for the other’s to join. Rocket dashed across the room and when nothing attacked him either, you all assumed it was clear for everyone.

You collapsed down onto your knees as you reached the chest, it was real, the thing your father promised for you laid inside the mysterious box. Lifting the latch on the chest, you raised the lid slowly and inside sat several bars of gold. There had to be at least 15 gold bars and in the middle that was between the gold bars sat a helmet. The helmet had no eye holes or any distinct facial features. It was simply just a shiny gold helmet with a smooth surface, lifting it you cleaned the mask of dust. The reflection of your face was slightly distorted in the perfectly smooth gold. Also there was a golden jumper and a black coat, the blackest black that you have ever seen. It was as if the blackened color was going to suck you in like a black hole, there were various pockets that had what seemed to be impossible space. A pair of black and gold boots were nestled down at the bottom of the chest, each equipped with rockets on the sides. Finally, there was a gauntlet that bared a bright glowing button. Your face shined with the power, it was as if the closer you were to the gauntlet, the brighter the light grew. The items drew your friends in and you all basked in the awe of the items. “Your dad is badass!” remarked Rocket as he lifted the gold helmet, checking himself out in the reflection. “Try it on!” urged Gamora. “Yes please!” remarked Drax as they were curious as to the items your father left for you. Peter’s face lit up as he finally fulfilled the promise he made to you back when you first were adopted into the Guardians. He was one to keep promises, this made butterflies flutter in his stomach as you looked towards him; with tears welling in your eyes and a smile on your face.

Pulling the golden jumper on, you pulled on the boots, cloak, gauntlet, and lastly the helmet. You placed it over your head and pressed the glowing button that now was one solid beam of gold. Pressing it, the jumper sucked in and clung tightly to your skin like a glove. The mask had an aura of golden light, even though the outside of the mask was just a smooth area with no features. Inside you could see clearly just as if there was no mask on but with each look of an individual, you could read information about their bodies. “This. Is. SWEET!” you yelled in excitement. Looking at your hands they too were glowing with the aura, out of curiosity you raised your fist and punched the concrete flooring. A shock wave erupted from your impact area and caused a large crack in the flooring. The suit gave you super strength, which a huge smile grew on your face. You could jump higher than the average human, the suit was made of an almost supernatural strength material as neither Peter’s blasters or Gamora’s sword could penetrate it. As you were checking out your suit with Peter and Gamora; Rocket and Groot were sticker shocked at the amount of gold and units that your father had left for you. The little raccoon was in heaven.

With the touch of a button on the gauntlet, the suit dissipated from your body and was absorbed in; which the gauntlet turned into a small ring on your finger. This was definitely not Earth technology which only left more questions than answers, sadly your father was not around to answer them all. “There’s no way this is Earth tech.” Peter took your hand and examined the ring, his grip was tight on your hand and his breath was tickling your skin which caused your face to flash a shade of pink. Your heart fluttered lightly in your chest, Peter was an attractive man but you felt that you should keep your attraction to yourself; you were just friends after all. Peter noticed that you were still wearing the necklace that he had given you months ago when you first met, when he saved you from the hell you had for a life. Peter smiled as he lifted it slightly from your chest, examining it closely and opened his mouth to speak; but before he could utter any words Rocket butted in. “So are we just going to stand here googly eyeing each other or are we going to make use of all this gold!” he picked up a gold bar that was half the size of him, rubbing it against his furry cheek, whispering sweet nothings. This caused the two of you to pull away from each other in the most awkward way.

You were sitting down in the living quarters of the ship alone, rubbing the gold ring on your finger as you pondered about it’s origins. A noise startled you from your thinking and discovered it was Peter who was climbing down the ladder. “Oh hey Y/N.” the Terran walked over to you, taking a seat adjacent. “Hey Quill.” your eyes met his and then back down to the ring. “I kn-” you cut Peter off before he could finish his sentence. “Thank you Peter. For everything you’ve done.” he smiled and leaned back, opening his mouth to most likely utter “It’s no problem.” but you stopped him before he could. “No it is more than just ‘no problem’ you’ve done more things for me in half of a year, than anyone has ever done in a long time.” you finally raised your head to look at him. Reaching out a hand, you touched his. “You saved me and then took me to the items my dad left me. You didn’t have to do it. You didn’t have to even help me, I was just some stranger trying to con you.” Peter’s face grew with realization because he knew that you could’ve offered him more units. You chuckled slightly, “Anyways, I just want to thank you and thank everyone else. I know I can trust you guys.” that was something that was hard for you, trust. Peter placed his other hand on top of yours and opened his mouth as if he was about to reveal something to you, again he was interrupted as Drax jumped from the upper level and landed hard on the metal flooring. “I’m sorry to have interrupted. I need to…use the bathroom.” as he slid between the two of you, breaking your hold on each other. Pulling your head back so that you wouldn’t get face full of Drax ass; Peter pulled his head back so that he wouldn’t get a face full of Drax crotch. It seemed that Peter and yourself would never be able to get time alone; with that he placed a warm hand on your shoulder, leaned down to your ear as he whispered goodnight. Leaving you with chills up and down your spine.


in which a girl falls for her best friend, but he’s in love with someone else.


WARNING; foul language 


It wasn’t what you intended for you to do. You fell for your best friend, and that wasn’t even the worst part. He loved someone else. You smiled at him once he announced the news he was dating a girl he crushed on for a long time. “I never knew you would even have a girlfriend!” You joked as you let out a fake laugh. Inside your heart was slowly breaking. “Listen, I have to go.” You spoke, “I have to finish my art project, which is due tomorrow,” You explained, “alright. Bye (Y/N)!” Yugyeom smiled and ended the Skype call. That was when you broke into tears. You let yourself cry about how unfortunate you were. You weren’t someone who was amazing with boys, you had a few boyfriends that came and went. Although they didn’t make your heart flutter the same way Yugyeom did. 



“Hi (Y/N) right?” You turned around to see a beautiful girl who looked to be around the same age as you. “Uh, yeah, hi.” You coughed awkwardly, not knowing what to do. “Hi, I’m Ji-ae, Yugyeom’s girlfriend.” Ji-ae smiled the most fakest smile you had ever seen. “Oh, hi! Lovely to see you.” You smiled. It was hard for you to be rude, you had grown up in a household where your parents taught you manners over knowledge. 

“So what’s up?” You asked kindly, Ji-ae’s smile turned into an angry frown. “Stay away from Yugyeom.” She growled before walking off. You furrowed your eyebrows at her immature behavior. Men, or women, are not supposed to be treated like toys. You don’t control them, neither own them. You picked out your phone from your pocket and contacted Yugyeom. 

“Yugyeom, I need to talk to you.”  You sighed, “we haven’t talked in a really long time (Y/N) is something alright?” He asked worriedly. “No. It’s just, I need to talk to you. We need to catch up.” You smiled, even though he wouldn’t see it. “Alright. Text me the address.” He ended the call and you texted him the address of the cafe. 

On the way there you couldn’t help but feel a sad twinge in your heart. You would never have him, have him in your arms, you wouldn’t make his heart flutter like he does to you. You caught sight of the neon sign of your favorite coffee shop. Pushing the door open you were met with the  smell of fresh coffee beans and voices mumbling or laughing. You situated yourself near the glass window where Yugyeom would easily take notice of you.  

You would always look at the time, the clock was ticking by and you awaited quietly. You ordered a cup of ice tea and waited even longer. Your ice tea had arrived, but Yugyeom hadn’t showed up. Minutes turned to hours and you knew he wouldn’t leave you hanging like this.

You were about to leave the coffee shop, but Yugyeom decided to enter. The chime of the bell made you turn your head to the entrance. You smiled and waved him over. 

“You have to make this quick.” Yugyeom breathed as he took off his coat and ordered himself a coffee. “How’s Ji-aedoing?” You asked, arching a brow. “She’s doing fine.” He smiled and you sighed. “Well,I wanted to talk about her today.” You looked out of the window and into the busy streets of Seoul. “What’s wrong with her?” He asked his smile slowly beginning to vanish.”She seems possesiv-” He cut you off, “what makes you think that?” He sipped his coffee that he ordered. 

“She was rude to me today Yugyeom. I tried being nice but she just ended up being a bitch.” You were straightforward. You didn’t want this to become a whole story with 500 billion chapters. “She wouldn’t do that. You’re lying.” Yugyeom smiled cheekily. “This is not a fucking joke Yugyeom.” You began to grow angry. “She said to stay away from you Yugyeom! All the years we grew up together gone to shit because of her. And please tell her I won’t stay away from you. “ You tried to stay calm, but your walls began to break down. She told you that? She has been saying to me to stay away from you.” He spoke seriously now. “Why are you getting angry over this though?” He asked and you scrunched up your hair. 

“I don’t know why Yugyeom.” You sighed and bit your lip. It was a habit you never seemed to stop. You did that when you were lying. Yugyeom knew that. “You’re lying.” He said. “No, I’m not Yugyeom!” You fought back and began to drum your fingers against the wooden table. “Why are you lying (Y/N)? Tell me the truth.” He whispered. “Maybe because I like you okay? I like you! Ever since last year these fucking feelings have come out of nowhere and I fall for my best friend. You’ll probably reject me and I’m the one to blame. Because I ruined the best friendship I ever had.” Your voice broke and you grabbed your stuff before walking out. You wore your beige trench coat and small leather black backpack. 

You let the tears flow freely now. You lost the best thing you ever had. 

AUTHOR’S NOTE; idk if i should continue this. make sure to leave feedback!



Day Three: Music

(This is my fifth time attempting to write this because the tumblr app kept crashing right at the end. But hey, hopefully it’s the best version possible because I’ve written it so many times!)

(A/N: I went with my favorite lullaby, and in case anyone is wondering, I do know it’s original connotation, I’m just choosing to ignore it. :P)

Kagome had a nice voice. It was a mezzo-soprano, that billowed out naturally from her chest. Whether she was laughing, speaking her mind, or singing a little tune, she had a voice that beckoned people to listen. 

She was a noisy girl. Something was always going on around her and making some sort of sound. Whether her large yellow backpack was rustling with the weight of all the goodies it stored, or her bike chiming as it hit a rather large rock, sound just followed her around where ever she went. 

Much like love and happiness, Inuyasha presumed.

He wasn’t too terribly fond of her constant noise making in the beginning, because being loud gave away your position and made it possible for someone to catch and kill you in his mind.

Eventually, he got used to it. It became his new normal.

She didn’t always sing in the beginning. That was a development with Shippou.

She had become his surrogate mother in a way. The first night he was with them, he hadn’t slept along side Kagome. He had tried to be a big boy and sleep on his own, but the night terrors that caused him to relive the worst moments possible in his short life seized his body. Kagome had woken up-almost as if with a mother’s instinct- and pulled the little boy to her chest.

She stroked his face and hair and sang to him until he could break free from the grasp of the horrible dreams that claimed his consciousness. Inuyasha had watched, a silent observer to the tranquil scene, from his perch and realized that Kagome was a far stranger girl than he ever could have imagined.

For a long while, Shippou would ask Kagome to lull him to sleep, and Inuyasha began to find comfort in her songs and relax at the sound of them himself. 

Kagome cut back on singing when Miroku joined them, and Inuyasha felt something missing.

But what was once lost was found again with Sango. 

Sango was intrigued by Kagome’s songs, and wanted to learn them herself. Between the two women, a song was almost always being sung as they walked, ate, or even drifted to sleep. Inuyasha pretended to be annoyed with the noise, but internally he felt a sense of relief and comfort.

He guessed that he took for granted the noise would always be there.

But one day it wasn’t.

He chose to give Kagome back. He knew that. He knew she would be safe on the other side of the well. He forgot to wonder if he would be safe separated from her. 

The first day she was gone, he noticed the silence. And he, for the first time, felt the silence was more dangerous than the noise.

He lived with her for so long, always having some sort of sound emit from her that not having it was a stabbing reminder that she was gone. 

And not coming back. 

The noise came back in a most unexpected way. Once the twins were born, Sango started to sing Kagome’s songs to her new babies. The girls would smile and flail their chubby arms at the sound of the songs, gleeful to hear their mother’s voice.

Inuyasha would sit silently near by and listen to Sango sing. It was in those moments, he could pretend Kagome was still with him-that she was the one singing to him and he didn’t loose the one person who loved him as he was.

He felt guilty stealing those moments from Sango and her new babies.

But some days, that daydream was the only thing that kept him going. 

As the girls grew, so did their affinity for Kagome’s songs. They would belt out the tune, but never quite the words, as they went about their days. Their favorite person to sing as loudly as possible the songs from a time far in the future was Inuyasha. They would enthusiastically clamber onto him and sing as best as they could, through their giggles.

He let them, much to nearly everyone’s surprise. He let them tug on his ears, pull at his hair, kiss his face almost violently, and sing their songs. 

Except they weren’t the twins songs. They were Kagome’s.

Kaede had once asked him why he tolerated being so man-handled by the young girls.

He simply responded because then he felt closer to Kagome. Because he knew that Kagome, if she were here, would have taught them her songs. 

It was never brought up again. 

The first day she came back, the noise came with her. Inuyasha felt the little piece of himself that had been so long gone, slip right back into place. She was laughing and singing and being her normal noisy self. Everything was right again.

The twins were not shy little girls. They had, once or twice, wandered off with a different village man when Miroku wasn’t looking, so it wasn’t a surprise to anyone that they took to Kagome like ducks to water. As soon as she bent down to greet them, they had their hands in her hair, on her face, and began to sing their version of Kagome’s songs.

Kagome listened to them sing with a bright smile on her face, before joining in to sing the right words to them. At the sound of her joining them, they sang even louder.

Inuyasha watched and listened. And this time, he didn’t have to pretend she was there.  

The world was noisy again. The world was right again. 

Inuyasha had nightmares much like Shippou did in the beginning. He would say nothing of them, but Miroku had suspected for a while that his near and dear friend wasn’t letting on to all that bothered him.

Wisely, he said nothing, but watched closely.

When Kagome came back, Inuyasha thought the nightmares would cease. After all, he knew where she was, that she was well fed and safe, and that she was with him forever.

He was wrong.

The nightmares would not leave him. He would jolt awake when he slept, as little as that was, in a cold sweat and with a pounding heart that would not-could not- slow down.

He would sneak into Kaede’s hut just to listen to Kagome breathing. Just to hear her make noise and scare the silence away. As he sat close enough to hear her, but not close enough to wake her, he would softly sing to himself Kagome’s songs.

He decided in the spring that they needed a hut. Kagome was going to stay with him forever, and he was going to build her a house, he decided.

Something better than a hut, he thought; something that won’t make her miss home at all. Something that we can always share.

He was reluctant to allow the villagers to help him, because in his mind it was going to be his home for Kagome, and no one else’s. He only relented when Miroku insisted they wanted to help because they saw their half-demon protector as an invaluable member of their community.

That and Kaede told him she would only stop coming over to see what he was doing if she could get updates from someone else.

Inuyasha allowed them to help him build the outside and the roof, but the inside he would not permit any assistance on. That was because he has specific plans for the inside, and he didn’t want to risk someone changing them.

The inside of their home was spacious. Inuyasha wanted to make sure that wherever Kagome was inside, he could hear her. That the noise she made would never be muffled. He tested every single part of his home to make sure that Kagome’s sounds would carry delicately through the air, and his ears would always have a chance to hear it. 

Kagome loved the home. The way she laughed with excitement the first time she went in was all the proof he ever needed that her sounds would fit perfectly into his new life in his new house.

His noisy new life.

The first night they spent in that house was uneventful. The ceremonies had gone on for so long that by the end of the night, Inuyasha was irate and ornery to the point Kagome had told him she wanted to leave, unspoken for his sake, even though she didn’t. 

As they slept, his nightmare drifted back, and he dreamed a dream that Kagome’s sounds and songs were gone, and his world was once again, horribly silent.

He woke to hand stroking his face, ears, hair, arms, anywhere they could reach, and Kagome singing softly to him.

“You are my sunshine…” she cooed, “…my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray…”

He murmured with her as he gently gathered his wits from the grasp of his night terror “…you’ll never know dear…how much I love you…”

He draped his arms around her waist as she pressed his head into her chest.

“…Please don’t take my sunshine away…”

They continued to sing Kagome’s songs until Inuyasha was able to fall back asleep, this time with only pleasant dreams of singing to their future babies there to greet him. 

Anthony Ramos interview

With ticket prices upwards of $1,500 and advanced sales of $57 million last November, “Hamilton” is an official Broadway juggernaut. Helmed by certified genius Lin-Manuel Miranda, the musical mixes rap, R&B and pop to tell the story of Alexander Hamilton’s ascent from penniless orphan to chief architect of the American financial system. The twist, if you haven’t heard, is that a person of color plays nearly every major character—including Hamilton, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and Aaron Burr.
Miranda, who plays Alexander Hamilton, has said that “Hamilton” is “a story about America then, told by America now.” By casting people of color as the founders of our nation, “Hamilton” forces audiences to engage with bodies and voices that would have been categorically marginalized in colonial times.
“Hamilton” also sheds light on lesser-known figures of colonial America, including proto-abolitionist John Laurens. Laurens is played by Anthony Ramos, a 24-year-old Puerto Rican actor and singer from Brooklyn, New York. Ramos also plays Philip Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton’s eldest son. Here, in this edited and condensed interview, Ramos talks about making his Broadway debut in a blockbuster show and his journey from the tough Brooklyn neighborhood of Bushwick to The Great White Way.

What’s the significance of having performers of color tell the story of the Founding Fathers?

You ever look at a painting like, “Wow, that’s so good, but I really can’t wrap my brain around why this thing that is so obscure feels so right?” “Hamilton” is that kind of painting. No one’s ever seen anything like it, and I think it’s one of the boldest pieces of art ever to hit. It’s also honest because “Hamilton” looks like how we look like now.

Can you explain more?

Lin could have written a show and had the Founding Fathers be all White men, but at the same time, the show’s about Alexander Hamilton. A lot of people didn’t know whether or not Hamilton, who grew up in the British West Indies, was half [Black]. They had no idea. So it’s only right to have the rest of the cast embody that. Daveed Diggs, who plays Thomas Jefferson, is half Jewish and half Black. Phillipa Soo,* who plays Hamilton’s wife, Eliza, is Irish and Chinese. Lin and I are Puerto Rican. Having men of color play the Founding Fathers shows that anyone could have done what they did. This is showing our public what it would have looked like if things were different.

Tell me about the two characters you play.

John Laurens was from South Carolina. His dad was a slave trader. Laurens was one of the first abolitionists. He died fighting the British in the Revolutionary War because he hadn’t received word yet that his side had won in Yorktown. The British soldiers were retreating, but he still insisted on going after these guys. He actually died after the war had already been won. He was really zealous. which was so awesome to learn about Laurens. And he and Hamilton had this incredibly close relationship. Some people think they had something going on. I don’t know. I do think Laurens loved and was passionate about Hamilton, so I try to do my best to be true to that. There isn’t really too much about Philip, so I really got to play around with that character a lot.

Besides being able to put your own spin on things, what has been your favorite thing about playing Philip?

I love his confidence but also his passion for his dad. My father wasn’t around a lot, so when I do Philip’s rap when he’s nine years old I think about how his dad wasn’t there the entire time. When my dad was around, I really did my best to show him, like, “Yo, Pops, look at what I’ve done up until this point! Check out my baseball trophies! Check out, like, this new song I just wrote!” The first line in Philip’s rap as a nine-year-old is “Daddy, daddy, look!” I had the “Daddy, daddy, look!” mentality when I was a kid. That’s how I relate to Philip.

What about Laurens?

I appreciate how he was gung-ho about everything. My whole life I’ve been so passionate about making a better life for myself, having [grown] up in a pretty rough neighborhood. Hamilton and his [crew] had been through so much at such a young age, and I really relate to that.

So what first drew you to musical theater?

I mean, it was totally an accident. In high school, baseball was, like, my thing. I was sitting in class my junior year, and there was an announcement on the loudspeaker about an audition for this show called “Sing.” I had no idea what it was. I thought, “Maybe it’s a talent show.” So I go and sing for this talent show thing and they gave me the lead role in the show. I did it, and I fell in love, man.

How did you manage to transform yourself from a baseball player to a musical theater actor?

My high school director took me up under her wing because she saw something in me that I didn’t see in myself. She gave me a pamphlet [about] the one school that I auditioned for, the American Musical and Dramatic Academy. I wasn’t even going to go to the audition because I didn’t have the money to pay the application fee. But my teacher paid for it. After I got in, the school threw me these numbers and I was like, “There’s no way. I can’t even pay for this!” So my teacher gave my name to this scholarship fund. I told them my story, about how I came from the ‘hood and how my grades, which were not that good, weren’t a reflection of me. I told them, “All I need is one shot.”

You share the stage with several Broadway vets. What has it been like to work with them?

I’m not just learning more about how to be a performer, I’m learning about how to be a better person on the daily. I learned from Lin that you don’t have to stray from who you are. I remember one time I was cracking a joke, and I said, “Aw man, Lin, you know, I talk too ghetto sometimes. I should change the way I talk.” Lin said, “Papa, you don’t have to change the way you talk. You just have to make sure people understand you.” I will never, ever forget him saying that to me. He is the biggest example of someone who has not strayed from who he is to conform to the industry. He’s a hip-hop head, but he also loves musical theater.

What advice would you give young performers—particularly those of color—just starting out in musical theater?

Be a better listener than you are a speaker. Don’t put yourself in the box that other people put you in. You have more control than you think you do. And don’t try to be more than what you are. The perfect job will come when you realize you’re enough. Be OK with the way you’ve been created.

Originally posted by hopeanddoubts

Perfect DracoxReader

Originally posted by darlingships

Based on Ed Sheeran’s Perfect

I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Draco never thought that he’d ever find love, not that he thought that he deserved it. He was a hopeless cause who couldn’t be loved. Nor did he think that he would ever learn to love, anyone or himself.

That is, until he met her. He first met her in his fourth year when he was injured when Moody turned him into a ferret. She was helping Madame Pomfrey in the hospital wing, and she rebandaged his injury.

She was perfect, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed her before. He knew right then that he found love.

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

He spent the majority of his time thinking about her. She was beautiful and sweet and absolutely perfect. He would watch her from afar, studying her every little detail. Her laugh, her smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she was excited. She was everything Draco had hoped in a girl.

“You don’t deserve her. She’s too good for you. You don’t deserve anyone.” he convinced himself.

Little did he know that she also fell in love with him the day she had to care for him in the hospital wing.  He was the only on she wanted, the one she was waiting for.

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time

Draco finally saw Y/N walking alone, and decided that it was time to make his move. It was now or never. He took a deep breath and regained his composure.

“Hey Y/N!” Y/N turned around at the sound of her name and smiled brightly at Draco.

“Hi Draco.” The sound her saying his name made Draco’s breath hitch in his throat.

He jogged over to her and came to a stop in front of her. Nervousness took over him. What was happening? Draco wasn’t one to be shy or nervous.

“I uh… I just wanted to thank you for taking care of me in the hospital wing the other day.” he let out a small chuckle and scratched at the back of his neck.

“No problem, really.” she smiled at him and stared directly into his silvery- blue eyes. He could feel her piercing into his soul and he froze, not wanting to break the connection.

He cleared his throat and shook himself out of his daze. “I want to make it up to you. Can I take you to Hogsmeade next weekend?”

She smiled brightly at him and slightly nodded her head. “I would love that.”

Draco let out a breath of air that he didn’t know he was holding in. Y/N stood on her toes, as he was much taller than her, and gave him a small peck on the cheek, before quickly turning away, waving and walking away.

At that moment, they both knew that this was the beginning of something special. They didn’t know what it was, but they knew it was special. Draco never felt like this ever and he wasn’t prepared to give it up.

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine

Dates came and went, Draco and Y/N got closer and started to fall in love.

Everyone supported their relationship because Y/N made Draco a better person. Sure it sounded cheesy and cliche, but it was true. He was happier, nicer and less uptight.

Y/N and Draco sat beside the Black Lake, his head in her lap, her stroking his hair as she read a book. Draco, becoming restless, tried getting her attention off the book and onto him. Y/N giggled, but continued to read.

“Babe, I’m bored.” Draco whined. Y/N put her book down and feigned an annoyed look.

“What do you at me to do about it?”

As soon as the words left your mouth, a huge smirk grew on Draco’s face. “Kiss me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but complied. She bent her head down to his and kissed him slowly. Their lips remained attached and he whispered to her, “Your heart is all I own. Nothing else matters as long as I’ve got your heart. You hold my heart and my entire being in your eyes. I love you so much.”

You smiled against his lips and pressed forward, kissing him harder. “I love you too.”

You broke apart and Draco stood up. You looked at him confused as he grabbed for your hands, standing you up as well. He looked you in the eye and knelt down on one knee. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the pleasure of being my date to the Yule Ball?”

Y/N giggled and nodded. “Do you even have to ask?”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

The date of the Yule Ball came faster than expected, and Y/N met Draco in front of the great Hall. It was as if they’re in a movie, as she walked down the stairs and Draco looked up at her, mouth agape. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Draco took her hand and placed a light kiss on her knuckles.

“You look absolutely beautiful.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Y/N joked.

Hours passed and Draco and Y/N had the time of their lives, but they wanted to get out. They decided to walk outside in the snow. Draco noticed Y/N shiver and shrugged his jacket off and gave it to her. She thanked him and snuggled into his side. In the distant, music could be heard from the Great Hall. Suddenly, a familiar tuned played and Y/N and Draco looked at each other. This was their song.

“May i have this dance?” Draco turned to her, asking for her hand.

She nodded and laid her head in his shoulder as he pulled her close. They lost track of time as they swayed there, as if they were the only two people there.

Draco looked deep into Y/N’s eyes and she blushed and looked down. “Stop looking at me like that. I look like a mess.” Her face was red, especially her ears and nose, her hair was tussled from the wind, and her lips were slightly chapped.

“Darling, you look perfect.” Draco replied, barely above a whisper. She heard it and smiled as she pulled him in for a kiss.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home

It was now sixth year, and Draco and Y/N were still going strong. Draco, having joined the Death Eaters and been given this horrible task to perform, he tried to keep Y/N away from him.

Y/N sat down with Draco and asked him what was going on. “Why are you ignoring me? It’s like you don’t love me anymore.”

At this, Draco’s head snapped in her direction. “Don’t say that. Don’t you ever say that I don’t love you anymore. You are the one good thing left in my life. I just need to keep you safe.” Tears began flowing from both of their eyes.

“Safe from what?” She asked, not knowing if she really wanted to know the answer.

Draco sighed and pulled up his sleeve. At the sight of the dark mark, Y/N gasps and slightly pulls away from Draco.

Draco’s face showed hurt and sadness. He was alone. He stood up, ready to walk out of Y/N’s life, as long as she didn’t want him, and to keep her safe, but he felt a tug on his hand.

“I don’t agree with this, but I still love you. I will stay by your side through this all because I love you.”

Draco looked into her eyes. He saw her uncertainty and fear, but he also saw that she meant what she told him. He fell to his knees and held her tight, lightly crying into her shoulder.

“You are the strongest person I know. I don’t deserve you. I love you so much.”

Y/N stroked his hair and whispered her affection back at him, placing small kisses on his temple.

As Draco sat in her arms, he couldn’t imagine life without her. They shared the same dreams for a family, a life together. He knew that he hoped to someday live with this woman for the rest of his life.

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own

After Draco’s secret was shared with YN, she almost never left his side, to which he was grateful for. She carried his secrets with her, although it scared her more than anything. Not only that, but she carried his heart in her hands, his love, his everything.

Many nights, Draco would wake up in a cold sweat, afraid of what he had to do and crying. He’d look over to Y/N who snuck into his room, and he’d pull her close. She always would wake up and talk to him to soothe his nerves and calm him down. They talked about anything, ranging from what happened in class that day, to their future, and possibly their future children.

Some nights, Y/N would just hold Draco and rock him to sleep, or sing to him softly until her fell back to sleep in her arms. She would kiss his head and fall asleep against Draco.

We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds
I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes

Dumbledore is dead. Y/N couldn’t believe it. Despite being extremely sad about the death of their headmaster, she was more relieved that Draco wasn’t the one that killed him. The war raged on and Draco and Y/N stood together no matter what. They were still just kids, placed into the middle of the war. Most of the time, they didn’t know what was going on, they were only aware of one thing for sure: their love would survive this.

They were told that they wouldn’t last because Y/N was on Harry Potter’s side, while Draco was forced to be on Voldemort’s side. Draco and Y/N kept their relationship on the down low, to keep Y/N out of Voldemort’s line of rage. Everyone but their closest friends believed that they broke up and had a complete falling out.

One night, Draco and Y/N were holding each other, sitting in silence, trying to block out the world and the war. Draco stroked her hair and softly whispered into her ear, “I know that everything is crazy and I know that there’s so much pressure on our relationship, but i know we’ll be alright. Our love is stronger than anything. Just hold my hand, through all this and I know that we can make it through the war. Be my girl and I’ll be your man and we’ll be happy together. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know when I look in your eyes, I see a future together.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Draco stood up, pulling Y/n up by the hand and pulling her into his arms. They were dancing in the dark, under the starry sky. He held her tightly in his arms, barefoot in the grass. Draco hummed along to their song, softly singing into her ear.

“I remember the time I first saw you. You were so beautiful and perfect. I knew there was something about you that had me captivated. I don’t deserve you, you are perfect.” He bent down his head to lightly kiss Y/N.

“Draco, stop saying that about yourself. You do deserve me. You’ve been through so much and you deserve to have something that makes you happy.”

“You make me happy.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight

They continued dancing throughout the night, ignoring everything around them. Draco knew that the woman in his arms, his life, his world, is happiness, was the closest thing he’s even seen to an angel. She was his guardian angel. The moonlight was bouncing off her hair, causing a slight glow of a halo around her. No matter how many times Y/N tried to convince him otherwise, he didn’t deserve her. She looked perfect tonight.

anonymous asked:

What type of music do you think the pack listens to or what do you think is there favorite artist. I think Embry would be really into john Mayer and I see Seth being a hardcore fanboy for like Beyoncé or Rihanna. I could see Leah being into rock music like arctic monkeys or fall out boy

- sam: i can see him listening to some soft rock or maybe some unknown artists from the 90s he grew up listening to, and of course some acoustic stuff that he’s grown to like bc of emily 
- jared: mish-mash of a lot of different stuff probably! maybe mainly some chill shit like bryson tiller?? maybe some chance the rapper,  j.cole?? 
- pol: i always have this picture in my head of paul rocking out (a little too hard) in his car to some electric guitar so probably genres like pop punk and shit like asap rocky, ye, maybe some of frank ocean’s stuff?? 
- embry: i agree that i can see him vibing to mayer!! kiowa’s own style of music is stuff like hard punk (he seems to know this band called lifelink and if u listen to their music u’ll know what im talking about when i say that kiowa is into THAT music) so idk i can see him rocking out to that stuff and old bands like green day and blink!! 
- jake: knowing his salty and emotional ass he would probably listen to drake’s heartbroken shit and be like omg drake u get me and have slow dancing in a burning room by mayer on repeat 
- quil: same as emb but i think he would be more into stuff on the radio now as well 
- leah: i totally see her liking some halsey-type alternative vibey music!! maybe hayley kiyoko (lmao my gay queen), or yeah arctic monkeys i can see as well! i feel like anything u would see with lyrics on like one of those shitty tumblr edits (u kno the ones with the blurry ass fake angst teen aesthetic backgrounds and italicized arial font in pastel lmao) she would listen to but not really talk about?? she seems to be a person who likes to keep things private so i dont think she would talk about things like what music shes into that much 
- seth: i can see him liking a lot of female artists on the radio as well bc a) girl groups always make Bops and b) why not u feel me?? i feel like frank ocean would totally be up his alley as well! maybe he would like gallant and stuff like chase atlantics old eps. i feel like he would really like the sounds that are coming up for this summer especially like that awesome song w/ dj khaled/chance/quavo/wayne/bieber u know that just chill vibey but bouncey bop typa song 

(u didnt say imprints but im including them bc luv) 
- emily: soft acoustic stuff. i feel like she would prefer to listen to acoustic youtube covers of current radio stuff instead of the originals! 
- kim: she’s a classic teenage girl type with a classic teenage girl next door taste in music. taylor swift, girl groups like little mix and h4rmony (bye canoodle), beyonce and badgalri, ariana, selena, etc. she can totally get down to 90s girl groups as well. i also feel like she would like some of the new solo stuff from one d! especially niall and harry– their sounds right now are super cool and really indicative of how their individual voices and styles were kinda cramped by what music they had to make. i also feel like she would really love native talent trying to make their message heard through music. frank wain, a tribe called red, nataanii means, etc. i know from personal experience that it means so much for someone from un/mis/poorly represented culture to be putting themselves out there and representing their people and message. 
- rach: i feel like she would have a really huge appreciation and passion for music and the culture that surrounds it (particularly the streetwear portion of it). she totally went out and got at least three asap rocky x guess shirts ringer tees and some for paul (lucky bitch i couldnt get even a SHIRT smfh), she watched lemonade as a cinematic experience with the lights off and popcorn in hand once it came out on HBO, she went out and got herself some fentys, she’s up on the streetwear trends, she would get yeezys but shes sensible and would never buy them when shitheads resell them for like 700+) etc etc. that being said she has a huge appreciation for modern music and artists who push the envelope of it/regard it as an art form that can send a message to be taken seriously . frank ocean, beyonce, kanye, the1975, badgal, drake, calvin harris, ed sheeran, etc. she really has a fine appreciation for music and the culture that surrounds it more than anyone else in their circle. 


Request: Hi!! You can leave this ask if you want to, but I saw your description and wanted to leave a request: Spidey is walking down the street and he saves this girl so he follows her around like her guardian angel with lots of fluff at the end, please???

Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader

Warnings: None! Unless you count fluff. Then, fluff!!!!!

Notes: This took forever school makes me so busy I’m so sorry! also this is told from Peter’s POV :-)

I walked around the corner of Fifth Avenue for the third time that night. I was just about to round back to the escape latter of my apartment building, this day really kicked my ass. I stopped three robberies just this morning, was late to Science and English which resulted in me getting detention, and still had to stop a shooter downtown at a bakery. To say I was excited to get back into my bed for the night was an absolute understatement.

I was on the second floor when my Spidey senses went off the chart. I pivoted left and right in search of anything close to me that was happening. I didn’t see anything within distance, so I lifted my arm and flung my web to the streetlight on the right of me and carried myself to the top, continuing until I was on the rooftop of the apartment building.

“Where the hell-?”

“Help, please someone help-!”

The scream abruptly stopped, my anxiety grew more as my eyes darted everywhere. I silently cursed myself for being preoccupied with my thoughts instead of actually looking. I took a deep breath before concentrating on my senses. It took a couple of seconds but I was able to pick up on the heavy breathing and the hushed voices – the most prominent voice was deeper, most likely a man in his late thirties.

I jumped onto three different building tops before settling on one below where a man had a girl pinned against a brick wall. She looked small from here, maybe a couple years younger than me. I almost missed the guy lifting the back of his hand in attempt to slap her, but before he can my web is already springing toward him and gripping his arm. I pull my arm, bringing him with me. Jumping from the roof down to the ground I bring both of my wrists up, pinning him against a garbage bin before turning toward the younger girl. While seeing her I see she is definitely my age.


Her eyes were wide, making them impossibly more beautiful. Just looking at her brings a heat to my cheeks, but before I could look incredibly stupid in front of her I bow my head and mumble a small, “At your service.”

I cringe inwardly at the response I give her, but her small laugh encourages me to grab her hand and pull her toward me. “Where to, Miss?”

“Don’t you have to take care of him first?”

I turn my head back to the man knocked unconscious trapped in my web and laugh lightly. “He’s not going anywhere. I’ll call it in when I get home.” She nodded, looking down and noticing how close we were. Her cheeks flare a little, almost making me melt at the sight of her innocence. “Speaking of home,” at this she looks back up at me, a small smile on her face, “where would I find yours?” She laughed again, tilting her head to the left, the brick wall she was just pinned against a couple of minutes ago.

“Actually, this building is mine. I was almost home free, but, you know… bad luck and all that.” She looked down in embarrassment, the color growing much brighter on her face.

“Hey,” I dropped my voice to a whisper, my hand coming up to her chin, lifting it back toward me, “I know about bad luck. Everyone has bad days. As long as you’re okay.”

“Of course I am!” Her voice came out louder than intended, I’m sure, but her smile returned, almost twice as big as the one she had given me before. “I had my guardian angel, Spidey, with me.” Her right eye dropped to a wink, making me thank whoever was above us for me wearing a mask right now. “Well,” she leaned up to kiss my masked cheek, backing away from my embrace and walking toward the front door of her apartment building, “Thank again, Spider-Man.”

She was already all the way inside the building, too far for her to hear me, when I brought my hand up to my burning cheek, “Anytime, Angel.”

It’s been three weeks since I saved (Y/N). I hadn’t spoken to her since that night but I had seen her name on a piece of mail she had dropped on her way in. A Heavenly sound from a heavenly human. I had been watching her every night on her way home from work to make sure she would get home safe. I tried to convince myself that I was following her to make sure she was safe for the sake of being the superhero I am, but I knew my sorry ass only followed her because I enjoyed listening to her sing her top three favorite songs on her way home, I liked watching her sit on her favorite park bench as she interacted with the countless dogs that came up to her. I loved knowing the kind of books she’d read in the café after work while she ordered the same hot drink with a hint of vanilla.

As I watched her round her corner and was just about to open her door, my feet hit the floor and I cleared my throat, causing her to turn and face me.

“S-Spider-Man?” She looked around us, noticing we were alone. I caught the small smile on her face as she walked closer to me. “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I just wanted to see you again.”

“Really?” Her smile grew and so did the color in her face, her gaze leaving mine and focusing on the floor instead.

“Yeah, I, uh, I’ve been watching over you, kind of, for the past three weeks. Crap! I mean, I just was making sure you got home safe. You walk alone at night and there’s crazy people, you know? I mean, God, I sound crazy.” I back away slightly, my face burning with embarrassment and my head shaking. Spider-Man was supposed to be confident, yet somehow around her my Peter was more prominent than ever.

Her laugh caused me to look back up at her. “You’re cute. Thank you for watching over me.”

It was quiet for awhile, us just smiling at each other.

“Well, I should get inside now.”

I panicked slightly before my eyes fell onto the book she was holding and before I could stop myself I found myself asked, “Can I borrow your book?”

“My what?” She turned back around, her eyes as wide as mine.

“Um, I was just wondering. I’ve been wanting to read it and I, uh, was just asking. I’m sorry, never mind.”

“Wait,” her hand rested on my shoulder, causing me to force my arm back to my side and turn toward her again. “Here, but this means I need to see you again. I want my book back.”

Her smile caused me to smile at her again.

“How about we meet at your café? Friday?”

“Are you asking me out, Spidey?”

“Well, I, uh… yes?”

“It’s a date.” She leaned up to kiss my cheek again, handing me the book in the process and then walking into her building after giving me another smile.

I walked into the café on Friday at 7, the time (Y/N) usually was here. I was nervous to go up to her without my Spider-Man suit on, but I wanted her to like Peter, not the mask. After grabbing my order off the counter, I walked up to her table. “(Y/N)?”

She looked up, her eyebrows pulled in as she looked at me in confusion. “Yes?”

“I brought your book back. It was a good read.” I smiled at her, her gaze falling on the book for just a second before standing from her seat and looking at me, her sudden burst causing both of our eyes to widen. She looked around at the other people in the shop before leaning into me. “Spidey?”

I laughed a little before taking a seat across from hers. “Call me Peter.”

She looked awestruck for a moment, just looking at me. Her eyes came up to my face, her soft hands gently caressing me. My cheeks burned a little more, thinking this might have been a mistake. I almost got up before she sat back in her seat, a wide smile on her face.

“Peter,” she whispered, “I like that. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Space Jam (Peter QuillxReader)

Florescent lights flickered above while a fan buzzed on the edge of the counter. Too bad the fan wasn’t loud enough to drown out the music playing over the loud speakers. You sat behind the register, feet propped up and flipping through the latest Rolling Stone magazine. The manager walked out of her tiny office purse in hand ready to leave, much to your relief. She was only two years older than you but she liked to talk to you as if you were a child. She had air of smugness about her and it all came from that plastic rectangle on her shirt that read “manager”. Eyeing your boots resting on the counter she quickly rushed over to you.

“(y/n) what have I told you about putting your feet on the counter?” she gasped. “It’s completely unsanitary and looks totally unprofessional! What if someone came in and saw you like this?”

As if on cue, a man wearing a maroon leather jacket and orange headphones walked in. Your manager’s eyes went wide with horror as she witnessed the customer coming in. He, however, paid no attention to her and instead turned his attention to you. He gave you a wide smile, which you returned, and made his way to the classic rock section.

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Song Drabble Prompts

Alright, I mentioned that I am now accepting drabbles! So one of my favorite writers did a list of song lyrics (I made sure not to use any of hers) so I kinda wanna make one too! So here you are! Also it doesn’t have to be Newt with these drabbles I’ll work with any Harry Potter character! Also if one is requested I’ll put a link to the song or the title. Also if you have a lyric you wanna use I’ll gladly use it!

1. I don’t know why but I’m mesmerized by your tired eyes.

2. I don’t blame you. Who would wanna be around me?

3. I wanted you to be the last thing on my mind. I wanted you to be the reason I close my eyes. But I can’t sleep.

4. How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die? it’s love we must hold on too. Never easy… but we try.

5. I wish the sun would go and hide away. Cause I’ve just been dying for rain, and lately I don’t feel the same… Though I’ve been trying too.

5.  I know you don’t feel right when I’m leaving. Yea I want it, but no I don’t need it. Tell me something sweet to get me by.

6. Time to listen to my confession. I’m much less then I wanted to be, wanted to be. You shine a light on my dark side, but you don’t care what you see.

7. Most nights I pray for, you to come home. Praying to the Lord. Praying for my soul.

8. I’d give anything to hear you say it one more time. That the universe was made to be seen by my eyes.

9. She said Where’d you wanna go? How much you wanna risk? 

10. All you gotta do is stay. A minute. Just take Your time. The clock is ticking so stay.

11. A steady beat goes one two three four. A steady heart goes I love you more. I know sometimes it’s confusing.

12. When I’d become my own enemy? I don’t understand what you see in me. Cause I’m just another story. That’s not worth the reading.

13. Why your words gotta mean so much to them? And they mean nothing to me? So stay, your not what you’re hearing. Cause I’ve been watching you changing. And who said your one in a million? Your so much better then that. 

14. If you’re still bleeding. You’re the lucky ones. Cause most of our feelings. They are dead and they are gone.

15. So love me now or let me go. Let me feel these highs and lows. Before the doors to my heart close. Touch me someone. I’m too young to feel numb.

16. When He says, “Hate me. Break me. Let me feel as hurt as you. Push me. Crush me. But promise me, you’ll never let us go.”

17. There’s a ghost upon the moor tonight. Now it’s in our house. When you walked into the room just then, it’s like the sun came out.

18. Merrily we fall out of line, out of line. I’d fall anywhere with you. I’m by your side.

19. Well if I could change my ways I would. You know that I’d stop these thoughts if I could.  But what makes matters worse, I’m missing you more. 

20. When you’re near, I hide my blushing face and trip on my shoelaces. Grace just isn’t my forte, but it brings me to my knees when you say, “Hello, how are you, My darling, today?”

21. You’ve got it all. You lost your mind in the sound. There’s so much more. You can reclaim your crown. You’re in control. Rid of the monsters inside your head. Put your faults to bed.

22. Who are you? You’re looking like a stranger. You were once my love and my savior. Now I’m left with nothing but your makeup on my pillow.

23. I know your eyes. I know inside the walls you hide behind, and I saw the truth inside the real you.

24. Lessons learned, bridges burned to the ground, and it’s too late now to put out the fire. Tables turned, and I’m the one who’s burning now.

25. The sea is wine red, this is the death of beauty. The doves have died. The lovers have lied.

26. I’m a silhouette asking every now and then, is it over yet? Will I ever feel again? I’m a silhouette chasing rainbows on my own, but the more I try and move on the more I feel alone.

27. I just heard you found the one you’ve been looking… You’ve been looking for. I wish I would of known that wasn’t me.

28. You look as good as the day I met you. I forget just why I left you. I was insane. Stay and play that Blink-182 song that we beat to death in Tucson. Okay?

29. I skip forward to a time I felt alive, cause finally I loved a good man. Please don’t tell me how you feel about me. I can not survive it one more time. 

30. I don’t need more reminders of all that’s been broken. I don’t need you ti fix what I’d rather forget. Clear the slate and start over. Try to quiet the noises in your head, cause we can’t compete with all that.

31. By your side untile the end. I thought I’d be your friend. I still hold on to that hope. No matter what I am then.

32. I guess I’ll be the first to say it. I haven’t felt this good in awhile.You tell me I’m the only one that they would all like, but you’re the only one that kept me alive.

33. Nobody’s perfect. I’ll never try, but I promise I’m worth it. If you just open up your eyes.

34. It started out as a feeling. Which then grew into a hope. Which then turned into a quiet thought. Which then turned into a quiet word.

35. I swear now that I can’t take it. Knowing somebody’s got my baby. Now you ain’t around, baby I can’t think.

I will keep adding more!

Beauty and the Beast (Thorin x Reader)

For thorinarkenshield :)


Today had been a particularly good one in your opinion. The weather was fair, the traveling was smooth, and the company of Thorin Oakenshield had been in high spirits. The hours passed quickly as you listened intently to their stories and songs. You never grew tired of their grand tales, even though you were convinced that some of them had received more than their fair share of embellishment.

After you had all stopped to make camp for the night, Bofur approached you and asked, “Why don’t you tell us a story, lass? You’ve been listening to us rattle on all day. We’d like to hear from you.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m sure any story I’d tell would be boring compared to those whoppers you came up with earlier.”

You laughed when he covered his heart with his hand and feigned a shocked expression. “I’ll have you know that every single tale of mine is completely, totally, and genuinely accurate…to a degree.”

“Go on!” A few of the others piped in. “Tell us a story!”

“Alright, just give me a minute to think of one.”

As you flipped through your mental Rolodex of stories, most of them, especially the ones about your own experiences, seemed to pale in comparison to theirs. “It doesn’t have to be about you,” you thought to yourself. “Just come up with something good.”

Finally, you decided on telling them one of your all time favorites.

“All of you gather around so that you don’t miss anything.” You watched with a smile as a group of grown dwarves and a hobbit wearing excited expressions scooted closer to you.

“My story begins in a distant land, far from this world. In this land, there was a beautiful castle, the likes of which can hardly be imagined. The resident of this castle was a strikingly handsome young prince who lived all alone, except for his servants. For you see, beneath his beautiful exterior beat a heart that was callous and uncaring.”

“One stormy, cold night, an ugly, old woman arrived at the castle seeking shelter. Repulsed by her appearance, the Prince turned her away. He immediately regretted his decision, however, when the old woman revealed her true form as a beautiful and powerful witch. Although he begged her for forgiveness, she refused to grant it. Instead, she laid a curse on him and his entire household. The gorgeous castle took on a menacing appearance, the servants were turned into animate versions of household objects, and the handsome Prince was turned into a grotesque monster. The witch then gave him a magical rose and told him that if he could make someone love him in spite of what he was, before the last petal fell, the spell would be reversed. But if he failed, he would remain a beast forever.”

Taking a moment to survey the faces in front of you, you were happily surprised to find that they all, except for Thorin of course, seemed to be listening intently and thoroughly enthralled with your story. As you continued to weave your tale, you introduced them to Belle, Gaston, and Belle’s father. You told them all about how Belle came to be a prisoner in the beast’s castle and how he eventually began to fall in love with her.

But as you neared the part where Belle sees that her father is sick in the beast’s magical mirror, you couldn’t fight your sleepiness anymore. So after the beast granted Belle her freedom, you said “The end.”

“What?!” several dwarves exclaimed. “That can’t be the end!”

“What happens to the beast?” Kili asked.

“Does Belle ever come back to him?” Ori asked, sniffling quietly.

“Okay,” you said, “so it’s not really the end. But I’m exhausted so the rest has to wait until tomorrow night. Besides, there’s something to building suspense. Now, all of you go to bed.”

You watched as Bilbo and your beloved dwarves scattered to their own makeshift beds for the night. Once they had begun to settle down, you curled up in your own spot and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

There was only one dwarf that, for once, you hadn’t been paying attention to. You hadn’t noticed that Thorin didn’t bed down with everyone else. And you didn’t know that he spent the entire night wide awake, his mind filled with thoughts that had been stirred up by your story.

Yes, he had actually been listening. Though he tried his hardest to hide it. He always listened to you, just like he always kept his eyes on you when you weren’t looking. The truth was that Thorin Oakenshield cared more for you than he felt comfortable admitting, since he couldn’t be sure that you felt the same way. He’d spotted some hopeful signs, like the fact that you were always kind to him no matter what mood he was in. And he thought that he’d caught you staring at him a few times, but that could have been his imagination. He wasn’t really sure.

However, your story had awoken some serious concerns and fears. The parallels between himself and the beast were undeniable. He hadn’t been good to you early on. In fact, he’d been his usual gruff self. But ever since he developed feelings for you, he had tried his best to make it up to you. He wasn’t very good with emotions near the positive end of the spectrum though, and most of his attempts had been far from traditionally romantic.

Thorin watched as you slept curled up beside his nephews. The nephews that never failed to bring a smile to your face. That was the kind of man you needed. Someone affectionate who would always make you happy. As the morning sun began to shine on the campsite, Thorin Oakenshield decided that, just like the beast, the best thing he could do would be to let his beauty go.


The next day, most of the company was just as they had been the day before. They kept pestering you to finish your story, but you insisted on waiting until after dinner.

It hadn’t taken you long to notice that Thorin’s mood was off. Sure, he was never the most cheerful guy in the group, but he’d been nicer to you lately, a fact which meant a great deal considering your secret feelings for him. At first you thought you were just being paranoid, but it eventually became evident that he was avoiding you for some reason. He had ignored every attempt of yours to talk to him, and even went as far as riding away from you once.

You wondered if perhaps you had said or done something wrong, so when you stopped to make camp for the night, you stole a moment alone with Balin and told him all about it.

“He does seem to be acting a bit odd today, lass.” Balin said. “Would you like me to have a word with him?”

“Oh thank you, but please don’t mention that I said anything.”

“It’s just between us,” he said with a wink.

You watched as he moved over to the other side of the camp to speak to Thorin, but you were surprised when they left the clearing and moved into the woods. With your curiosity getting the better of you, you decided to follow them.

Sneaking as quietly as you could, you tip-toed until you could hear their voices again, then you crouched down behind some trees so you wouldn’t be seen. You had missed quite a bit of the conversation already it seemed, but it didn’t matter because you’d arrived just in time for the climax.

“Thorin, you don’t honestly think she made up that entire story just to get rid of you, do you?”

“Of course not, but it opened my eyes. She can’t love someone like me, and I don’t blame her. The best thing I can do for her is to let her go.”

You covered your mouth in shock. You could hardly believe that Thorin felt that way about you, and you had never imagined a simple fairy tale would affect him so much. You knew you had to fix this, but you didn’t want to just run to him. It had to be done with class.

Silently, you backtracked a few yards. Once you felt that you were far enough back, you began stomping loudly through the underbrush in the direction of Thorin and Balin. When you arrived in their presence, Thorin quickly turned his back to you.

“I was just coming to let you know that I’m about to finish telling my story, so you guys need to hurry up.”

Looking over at Balin, you saw that he was shaking his head “no,” as if telling you to drop it. But you ignored him and proceeded with your plan.

You stomped your foot loudly on the ground and raised your voice to the point that it got Thorin’s attention. “You two better be there. I want my entire audience.” Lowering your voice again you added, “Besides, no story should be left unfinished.”

Then you turned and headed back to camp. A few minutes later Balin returned to the clearing. Your heart dropped when you saw that he was alone, but it jumped into your throat when Thorin finally joined all of you. He sat as far away from you as possible and still refused to make eye contact, but you were hoping to change that soon enough.

“Alright, I believe I left off at the part when Belle leaves the castle.” You then proceeded to tell them about Belle returning to her sick father and how Gaston and the villagers found out about the beast and proceeded to attack his castle. You managed to draw tears and sniffles when you described how the beast refused to defend himself against Gaston until the moment that Belle returned to him.

“During the struggle between the two, Gaston seriously injured the beast before falling off the castle and to his death below. Belle ran to the beast as quickly as she could, and was heartbroken when she saw his wounds. The beast, however, was simply happy that Belle had returned to him. As he lay dying, she began sobbing into his chest because she realized that-”

“She loved him,” you heard Thorin’s deep voice say on the other side of the campsite. When you looked at him this time, he didn’t look away, but instead kept his eyes locked on yours.

“And that she always will,” you added, staring back into his tender, love-filled eyes. In the moments that followed, more was said in the silent stares the two of you shared than the finest poet or storyteller could ever describe with words. But it was interrupted by Kili clearing his throat.

“Oh yes! The rest of the story,” you said, embarrassingly looking around at your friends.

“Well, because Belle had fallen in love with him, the spell was lifted. She was surprised to suddenly see a handsome, and completely healed man standing in front of her. But in spite of the physical changes, she knew it was him the moment he spoke to her. Shortly thereafter, the two were married and they lived happily ever after. The End.”

“That was a great story, y/n!” Ori said. “You’ll have to tell us another one sometime.”

“Okay I will, now all of you go to bed. It’s late.”

“She just wants us to go to bed so that mommy and daddy can have some alone time,” you heard Kili whisper to his brother with a wink.

“Oh, shut up, Kili,” you replied, playfully smacking him on the shoulder.

As the others settled down for the night, you made your way over to Thorin and sat beside him. You were surprised when he placed one of his strong hands on top of yours.

“I don’t think any story you ever tell will be as good as that one,” he said quietly, turning your face with his other hand so that he could bring his lips to yours. You were surprised at how gentle his kiss felt. It was innocent, yet not lacking in passion.

When he pulled back, you moved your head to rest it on his shoulder. As he caressed your hand between his, you began singing to yourself, so softly that only the two of you could hear it:

“Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the beast”

The End.