that sound you are hearing is my heart breaking

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i remember watching this episode for the first time thinking it’d be really good because of the fact that it started with true american but then it ended with my heart being ripped out so, what’s good, new girl writers? wanna repair my heart in these upcoming episodes?

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#okay but listen #if you listen very very closely #veeery closely #you can hear the crunching sounds of my heart breaking in the distance #i mean??? #started from the top and now we here??!?

you can still love someone who’s broken your heart, just like you can still love a parent who hurts you. we’re all human, and if we stopped loving each other, the world would fall apart, you know.

saying “i love you” is making a promise to someone’s heart. if you break that promise, you break that heart. it’s simple.

i know that one day i will move on. one day i’ll wake up and not remember what your laugh sounds like. one day i’ll hear our song and feel nothing.

one day, i swear, i won’t write about you anymore.

—  my journal- 7/15/16
Shape Of You

Sebastian sends you a selfie after his workout.

Pairing:  Sebastian Stan x Reader  

Warnings:   Sexual content, Explicit Sexual, Oral Sex, Smut, Dirty Talk, Language, NSFW, Unprotected Sex (wrap it please), Sebastian Stan, Calvin Klein briefs

Word Count: 2,336

A/N: Yes I know I’m supposed to be working on chapter 6 of The Contest but let me explain.  So I was finishing up my first draft of Chapter 6 when Sebastian Stan happened…fucker goes and posts that locker room selfie.  I tried to ignore it, really I did but this scene popped into my head and it would not let me live until I wrote it down. So sorry (but not sorry).  This is a another quickie that I wrote at work so please ignore the typos and the writing.  I just had to get it out of my head so I could get back to Bucky…

Not sure who to tag so I’ll just include my Sebby smut sisters @evansrogerskitten @ek823 and @pearljamkaren 

If you want to be tagged in future Seb smut, just ask…there is more coming ;)  

Shape Of You

By marvelmom

Sitting in the lobby of the gym, you drum your fingers impatiently on your knee.

“What the hell is taking him so long,” you mutter to yourself as you pull out your phone and start tapping out a message.

I’m ready to go, everything ok?

You stare at the screen, waiting for a response.  Your phone chimes a few moments later.

No

Brow furrowed, you quickly type a response and hit send.

What’s wrong?!?

You bite your lip nervously as a flood of scenarios race through you head.  Your thoughts are soon interrupted by a picture flashing onto your screen.

You inhale sharply as you take in the image of your boyfriend, standing in front of a mirror in the men’s locker room wearing a scowl on his face and not much else.

Keep reading

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YOU HEAR THAT?? ITS THE SOUND OF MY HEART BREAKING INTO THOUSANDS OF PIECES WHY CANT LUKE CONTROL HIS CHILL SOMEONE STOP HIM BEFORE I GO CRAZY

Bad Girl

Originally posted by sweetramenwonho

(Wonho fluff/angst/smut depending on alternate ending)

“Come on sweetheart, I think it’s home time.” 

Wonho said, just loud enough so you could hear him over the loud pop music in the club as he extended his hand down to you. You were laid on the floor, laughing hysterically at yourself for trying to dance sexy and falling over, almost snapping your heels. The world was spinning so fast, your feet dangling in the air and everything seemed so funny; you didn’t want to go home, you weren’t even tired. 

“Nooo! The party hasn’t even started!” 

You whined, pouting your lips at your boyfriend who seemed incredibly sober compared to you. Maybe you had drank a little bit too much but Wonho didn’t have to be such a party pooper. The man could be so over protective sometimes. Jooheon was standing next to him, trying to fight his grin; apparently it was just Wonho that didn’t think your tipsiness was hilarious. 

“Baby, you can barely stand up. Let me help you up or I’ll make you. I’m not joking jagi.” 

Wonho tried taking your hand but you shook it off, throwing a drunken tantrum like a child, whining that you didn’t want to go home. Wonho definitely wasn’t lying about making you leave. He had such a serious look on his face; he didn’t care what other people would think. With his huge muscles, Wonho found it easy to lift you from the floor and haul you over his shoulder. Instantly, your stomach churned as the nausea hit you. No matter how much you kicked and screamed, Hoseok refused to put you down until you were put in the taxi with your seat belt buckled tight. Your boyfriend sat next to you, knowing you were in a mood with him for making you leave but he found great relief in knowing you were safe. 


Hoseok carried you up to your shared bedroom and laid you down on the bed. You had to admit that the fluffy pillows felt extra good as your head began to thump, along with your sore feet. 

“Don’t move baby. I’m going to get you some water.” 

Hoseok said softly, his deep chocolate eyes glistening and his smile lighting up your life as always. Your eyes followed his perky behind as he started to leave and the the inevitable stage two of drunkenness kicked in; arousal. 

“Wait! Don’t go!” 

You pined after him. Hoseok rushed back to you, worried something was wrong. 

“What is it baby? You want me to take your shoes off? Want some painkillers?” 

Damn, he was so cute and hot when he fussed over you. You couldn’t stop staring at his angel face, his strong, veiny arms, his thick, luscious thighs. 

“You look so pretty…Hoseok, kiss me.” 

Hoseok couldn’t help but chuckle, tucking your hair behind your ears. 

“Oh no. None of that tonight baby. You’re too drunk and you’ve been a bad girl.” 

But him calling you a bad girl only made the desire between your legs become stronger, making you groan frustratedly. 

“But..but..I want to. I won’t be drunk anymore. I’m sober right now!” 

You lied and it was painfully obvious to your loving boyfriend who was grinning at you. 

“The answer is no baby. I do however need to undress you and get you ready for bed.” 

Hoseok sat you up and began to unzip your tight fitting dress. Just the sound of the zip made your heart skip a beat. How was Hoseok undressing you so erotic? You heard him gulp. You knew he was being a perfect gentleman, even though you didn’t want him to be. The thick bulge in his tight jeans was a tell tale sign that he was feeling the same way and fighting his urges. His fingers fiddled with your bra before it fell from your body and exposed your breasts. With the alcohol still in your system, you didn’t care about your modesty. Instead, you threw yourself at him, wanting him to fuck you so badly. Your boyfriend looked so gorgeous, he smelled amazing. You’d never wanted him so much before. On top of his lap, you claimed his lips, kissing him hard as you pressed your breasts up against his chest. The bulge beneath you was perfect for you to rub your aching clit against. You hoped Hoseok could feel the wetness of your panties. 

“Baby.” 

He groaned, pulling himself away from you. 

“Baby, no. This isn’t right. You’re drunk. I refuse to take advantage of you, no matter how much I want you.” 

He sighed loudly, lifting you off him. He looked frustrated and guilty; all he wanted was to take care of you. He wished you knew how much you meant to him and why he was doing this; he’d feel like a monster if he had sex with you without your proper consent. The feeling between your legs was almost unbearable but yes, if someone asked you where you were then you probably couldn’t remember. You were too drunk but it didn’t lower your desire for the man that was squeezing makeup remover on to a cotton pad. 

“Now, where’s my jagi?” 

He cooed with that magical glint in his eye, wiping the cold pad all over your face, gently across your eyes and lips. Your boyfriend bit his lip, trying his best to take everything off and finally, you looked like his girlfriend again, just as beautiful without makeup. Hoseok wiping your makeup off made you feel tired. Yes, stage 3 of drunkenness: exhaustion. You could pass out anywhere when you were drunk. Your eyelids felt heavier with every yawn. Hoseok’s heart melted, thinking you looked so damn adorable. 

“Where’s Hoseok?” 

You asked tiredly before grabbing a pillow and cuddling it. Wonho laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching you grow more tired, relieved that you weren’t still trying to have sex with him. 

“I’m right here Princess. Are you sleepy baby?” 

He asked softly as he leaned over to run his fingers through your hair. You took a moment to process the question before nodding, making Wonho smile from ear to ear. He managed to get you to drink some water before undressing himself and climbing in to bed with you. The man was exhausted himself, drunk (Y/N) was incredibly cute but hard work.

                                         -Alternate ending-

Hoseok sat you up and began to unzip your tight fitting dress. Just the sound of the zip made your heart skip a beat. How was Hoseok undressing you so erotic? You heard him gulp. You knew he was being a perfect gentleman, even though you didn’t want him to be. The thick bulge in his tight jeans was a tell tale sign that he was feeling the same way and fighting his urges. His fingers fiddled with your bra before it fell from your body and exposed your breasts. With the alcohol still in your system, you didn’t care about your modesty. Instead, you threw yourself at him, wanting him to fuck you so badly. Your boyfriend looked so gorgeous, he smelled amazing. You’d never wanted him so much before. On top of his lap, you claimed his lips, kissing him hard as you pressed your breasts up against his chest. The bulge beneath you was perfect for you to rub your aching clit against. You hoped Hoseok could feel the wetness of your panties.

“Baby.”

He groaned, pulling himself away from you.

“Baby, no. This isn’t right. You’re drunk. I refuse to take advantage of you, no matter how much I want you.”

“Take advantage of me Hoseok. Please. Please I need to be fucked so bad.” 

You begged, your hands running under his shirt, caressing his hard muscles as you grinded on his crotch. Lust, you could see it in his eyes. He wanted to, hearing you beg for it was driving him crazy. 

“Over my knee.” 

He said gently but authoritatively, making you stop instantly. 

“What?” 

You asked with wide eyes, your heart pounding as much as your head. 

“I said get over my knee, now.” 

He repeated. What was he going to do? Was he going to satisfy your cravings? Oh, but Hoseok didn’t sound pleased with you. He thought you’d been a bad girl. With clammy palms and a racing pulse, you climbed over Hoseoks knee, his erection wanting to break through his jeans. 

“I’m going to spank you for your behaviour tonight. You will not get pleasure from this. Tomorrow, when you’re sober and well rested, I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy until it hurts. You will cum for me until you’re sore, understand?” 

You were lost for words. All of a sudden, you’d sobered in seconds, trying to comprehend what he wanted to do. Hoseok took hold of your hair and pulled your head up so your eyes met his dark, powerful stare. 

“Understand?” 

He questioned again. 

“Yes. I understand.”

You managed to croak out. 

“Good girl.” 

You gasped as Hoseok let your hair go, knowing his hands were free. For once, you were thankful that your panties were still on and were going to lessen the pain of Hoseok’s hand. 

“This one is for disobeying me when I asked you to get up tonight.” 

He said before bringing his large hand down on your left butt cheek and slapping it hard. 

“Agh!” 

You winced, hissing through your clenched teeth. You soon found out that he wasn’t going to go easy on you; Hoseok was more than angry. 

“You humiliated yourself and me there and then went on by trying to initiate sex when I explicitly told you no.” 

He balanced the redness on your behind by hitting your right cheek. The sound of the slap rang through your ears. You could feel your buttocks burn and blush yet you still had to squeeze your legs together to ease your arousal. His hard on digging in to your stomach really didn’t help; you squirmed under his hand. 

“Hoseok, I’m sorry.” 

You panted, secretly wanting more. 

“And you told me you understood that you weren’t going to get pleasure from this but your juices are fucking dripping through your panties on to my erection that you gave me.”

You could swear he hit your behind harder with every point he made. 

“Such.” 

slap!

“A.” 

Slap! 

“Bad.” 

Slap!

“Girl.” 

Your heart had never pounded so hard before. Your behind was on fire. Your eyes were teary and all you could think of was the arousal between your legs, screaming for attention. After what seemed like a life time of stillness and silence, Wonho spoke softly. 

“What I’d do to kiss your red ass better but this is all part of your punishment jagi. I love you, so much, never forget that. It’s just sometimes you can be such a bad little girl.” 

Like you were a piece of fragile china, he lifted you from his lap and back on to the soft, plush bed sheets. 

“I’m going to get some cream to put on your cute butt and then you’re going to get plenty of rest for tomorrow. We’re both going to need it.” 

Melodrama is truly the greatest album I’ve ever heard. It breaks your heart then picks you off the floor and let’s you know everything’s going to be okay. It’s a sonically cohesive concept album with new, vibrant, and genius sounds that break your heart and make you want to dance at the same time, just like you’re Lorde herself at the party getting dumped. The lyrics feel like hearing the truth for the first time in your life. It’s full of poetry and easily quotable lyrics all at once. I’ve never heard a breakup so accurately and artistically and beautiful expressed. This is what Album of the Year sounds like and quite possible one of the greatest albums of our generation.

Promptis headcanons

ok first can we talk about how much the boys must love water (Prompto always photographing Noct in front of the water ingame and ofc Noct x fishing)

  • imagine both of them going camping while in highschool and Prompto’s delighted because it’s the first time he really goes out of the city apart from school excursions and this is a huge deal for Noctis too because his father actually agreed to let him go?? On his own?! (PEACEFUL TIMES)
  • So they choose to go camping near a river, so that Noctis can fish and Prompto will take so many pics of the scenery, Noct will get mad at him bc the fishes are going away because of him but really he’s just so happy he’s out there with his bestfriend
  • NATURAL WATERSLIDES
  • Prompto splashing water at a napping Noct. Yes this ends up in a terrible waterfight
  • Prompto staying still in the water and suddenly he feels ?? Small things pecking at his skin ?? And in 30 secs this turns into 20 small fishes eating his dead skin
  • “Noctis do you think they’re gonna eat my freckles too ??”
  • Noctis suddenly being very aware of all the freckles that cover his friend’s body
  • Noctis blushing 
  • “O-of course not”
  • MIDNIGHT BATH and there are fireflies all around them
  • Regretting sleeping under the sky next to the river the following day bc they didnt plan to get THAT MANY bites from mosquitoes (you can bet your ass next time they’ll bring some anti mosquitoes products)
  • For the time being they’ll sleep in the tent
  • hiking up the mountain by following the river stream and Prompto litterally c r y i n g when he sees the view from the top and Noctis just hugging him from behind without saying a word
  • Watching the shooting stars from atop of the mountain while chatting about very personnal stuff
  • Prompto loving being massaged (unlike Noctis -throwback to Galdin Quay-) so at night in the tent Noctis will give Prompto massages after their long day’s walk and if you dont think Prompto moans and Noctis is hella flustered and stops everything then you’re very wrong
  • both boys trying to be subtle when they try to close the gap between their sleeping bags at night
  • ends up with both of them being milimeters apart but not doing the last move
  • You can bet in the morning they’re snuggled together
  • Prompto waking up first but being prisoner of the royal arm around his chest and yes he tries to break free (#nohomo) but he’s just ?? HELD EVEN CLOSER ?
  • And obviously he can’t win bc it turns out all those trainings with Gladio really did good for Noct’s muscles
  • So you have a sleepy Noctis and an overthinking (and hungry, maybe also wanting to pee) Prompto also very bothered by how cute Noctis is with his bed hair
  • the astrals shipping the fuck outta those two rn
  • Eventually Noct wakes up and is face to face to a Prompto who may or may not have been trying to get a taste of Noct’s lips bc anyways Noct was asleep ?? But he woke up just before it happened
  • They can feel each other’s morning breath on their own lips (which, let’s be honest, smell bad) and woooooo INTENSE STARING
  • Noct just kinda presses the hand he already had on Prompto’s back and Prompto can feel his heart beating even faster than it already did bc now Noct’s closing his eyes and oh my oH MY IS HE GONNA ???
  • fall back asleep
  • That Royal asshole
  • can you hear this sound yes it’s Prompto’s heart breaking in two
  • (that’s what you get for trying to take advantage of a sleeping prince, blondie)
  • Prompto finally goes outside the tent and is met by rain and yeah his day couldn’t have started in a worse way
  • But the weather’s still very warm so he takes off his clothes except for his briefs and wristband and stands outside
  • How long he stands there he doesn’t know
  • He suddenly has a lot on his mind and he’s angry at himself because this week end was supposed to be a special time with his bestfriend why did he have to let his feelings in the way
  • But next thing he knows Noct’s there too ??
  • “Couldn’t sleep with the rain. Let’s go”
  • Prompto doesn’t ask questions and just follows him a bit farther into the woods
  • That’s when he notices Noctis is also only in his t-shirt and briefs so he offers a silent prayer to Shiva to thank her for his view on the royal ass
  • And they finally reach a small waterfall with a large pond. It’s very humid and you cant see clearly the other end but Prompto has a feeling there might be more to it. He can hear frogs croaking 
  • Noct just offers him his hand, and although Prompto is intrigued and still a bit sulking, he lets him lead him into the water
  • When they’re midwaist and Prompto still doesn’t know where this is all leading to, Noctis tells him, a slightly bit anxious “ok, on three we go underwater. Keep your eyes open. Three…”
  • “but Noct you know that with my eyes-
  • Doesn’t matter here. Two… ONE !”
  • Noctis drags him underwater by force with his hand. Prompto, taken aback, forces himself to open his eyes, trusting his bestfriend. And then he sees.
  • Everything is light. The fishes are luminescent, shiny frogs are passing by him, and he feels safe in this water, almost at… Home. Noctis points him to rarestones that are emetting their own light. He’s never been more amazed. And flowers are growing from the bottom. Actually, they’re growing everywhere they can. Soon missing air, the boys quickly come back to the surface. Back to the dull and misty pond, assaulted by rain.
  • “Dude what was that ?!!
  • -Ok, you know the legend of that florist who died at the hand of the bringer of destruction?
  • -Yes it’s a classic
  • -So you know her true love left her dead body in a pond. Well now the legend has it that, when it rains, it means people are still mourning her death, and if you come to a pond pure enough with the person you love  then under those circonstances you can enter the realm of wonders her spirit built. Iris showed me the pond”
  • The last part had been said way more quickly than everything else. Prompto slowly processed the information
  • “Oh. I hope you and her will be happy…”
  • Prompto thought he had seen what was underwater only because he was with Noctis. Not because his feelings were reciprocated.
  • Noctis, eyes wide and suddenly very unsure, added “but Iris didn’t see what was underwater ! Only I did. Because I was the one she loved. It works only one way. I didn’t tell her I saw it, though. … But you saw the flowers, right ?”
  • “Yeah… I did !”
  • Noctis looked at him and couldn’t hide his smile any longer. “So did I.”
  • Before he let his tears slip out, Prompto jumped at Noctis’ neck and brought him underwater. There, they exchanged a look that meant more than any word could say about their mutual affection, and it was as if the water brought them closer for a kiss only the flowers witnessed.

…. So yeah, Promptis and water are important to me.

anonymous asked:

Is the following the hottest thing Jamie's ever said during sex and if not, what is? "'Look.' His breath came hot in my ear. 'Look down. Watch while I take ye. Watch, damn you!' His hand pressed my neck, bending my head forward to look down in the dimness, past the folds of sheltering fabric to the naked fact of my possession. I arched my back and then collapsed, biting the shoulder of his coat to make no noise. His mouth was on my neck, and fastened tight as he shuddered against me."

Let me share my personal favorite, from the very end of Book 1:

 "Even better,“ his voice was a hot murmur in my ear, “when I come to ye fierce and wanting, and ye whimper under me, and struggle as though you wanted to get away, and I know it’s only that you’re struggling to come closer, and I’m fighting the same fight.”  

      His hands were exploring, gently, slowly as tickling a trout, sliding deep into the rift of my buttocks, gliding lower, groping, caressing the stretched and yearning point of our joining. I quivered and the breath went from me in an unwilled gasp.  

      “Or when I come to you needing, and ye take me into you with a sigh and that quiet hum like a hive of bees in the sun, and ye carry me wi’ you into peace with a little moaning sound.”  

      “Jamie,” I said hoarsely, my voice echoing off the water. “Jamie, please.”  

      “Not yet, mo duinne.” His hands came hard around my waist, settling and slowing me, pressing me down until I did groan.  

      “Not yet. We’ve time. And I mean to hear ye groan like that again. And to moan and sob, even though you dinna wish to, for ye canna help it. I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and at last to cry out in my arms, and I shall know that I’ve served ye well.”

He drew me close, until the sensitive tips of my breasts rubbed across his chest.

The water was not only warm but heavy, almost oily to the touch, and his hands floated down my back to cup my buttocks and lift me. 

The intrusion was startling. Hot and slippery as our skins were, we drifted over each other with barely a sensation of touching or pressure, but his presence within me was solid and intimate, a fixed point in a watery world, like an umbilical cord in the random driftings of the womb. I made a brief sound of surprise at the small inrush of hot water that accompanied his entrance, then settled firmly onto my fixed point of reference with a little sigh of pleasure. 

“Oh, I like that one,” he said appreciatively. 

“Like what?” I asked. 

“That sound that ye made. The little squeak.” 

It wasn’t possible to blush; my skin was already as flushed as it could get. I let my hair swing forward to cover my face, the curls relaxing as they dragged the surface of the water. 

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to be noisy.” 

He laughed, the deep sound echoing softly in the columns of the roof. 

“I said I like it. And I do. It’s one of the things I like the best about bedding ye, Sassenach, the small noises that ye make.” 

He pulled me closer, so my forehead rested against his neck. Moisture sprang up at once between us, slick as the sulfur-laden water. He made a slight movement with his hips, and I drew in my breath in a half-stifled gasp.

“Yes, like that,” he said softly. “Or … like that?” 

“Urk,” I said. He laughed again, but kept doing it. 

“That’s what I thought most about,” he said, drawing his hands slowly up and down my back, cupping, curving, tracing the swell of my hips. “In prison at night, chained in a room with a dozen other men, listening to the snoring and farting and groaning. I thought of those small tender sounds that ye make when I love you, and I could feel ye there next to me in the dark, breathing soft and then faster, and the little grunt that ye give when I first take you, as though ye were settling yourself to your job.” 

My breathing was definitely coming faster. Supported by the dense, mineral-saturated water, I was buoyant as an oiled feather, kept from floating away only by my grip on the curved muscles of his shoulders, and the snug, firm clasp I kept of him lower down. 

“Even better,” his voice was a hot murmur in my ear, “when I come to ye fierce and wanting, and ye whimper under me, and struggle as though you wanted to get away, and I know it’s only that you’re struggling to come closer, and I’m fighting the same fight.” 

His hands were exploring, gently, slowly as tickling a trout, sliding deep into the rift of my buttocks, gliding lower, groping, caressing the stretched and yearning point of our joining. I quivered and the breath went from me in an unwilled gasp. 

“Or when I come to you needing, and ye take me into you with a sigh and that quiet hum like a hive of bees in the sun, and ye carry me wi’ you into peace with a little moaning sound.” 

“Jamie,” I said hoarsely, my voice echoing off the water. “Jamie, please.” 

“Not yet, mo duinne.” His hands came hard around my waist, settling and slowing me, pressing me down until I did groan. 

“Not yet. We’ve time. And I mean to hear ye groan like that again. And to moan and sob, even though you dinna wish to, for ye canna help it. I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and at last to cry out in my arms, and I shall know that I’ve served ye well.” 

The rush began between my thighs, shooting like a dart into the depths of my belly, loosening my joints so that my hands slipped limp and helpless off his shoulders. My back arched and the slippery firm roundness of my breasts pressed flat against his chest. I shuddered in hot darkness, Jamie’s steadying hands all that kept me from drowning. 

Resting against him, I felt boneless as a jellyfish. I didn’t know—or care—what sort of sounds I had been making, but I felt incapable of coherent speech. Until he began to move again, strong as a shark under the dark water. 

“No,” I said. “Jamie, no. I can’t bear it like that again.” The blood was still pounding in my fingertips and his movement within me was an exquisite torture. 

“You can, for I love ye.” His voice was half-muffled in my soaking hair. “And you will, for I want ye. But this time, I go wi’ you.” 

He held my hips firm against him, carrying me beyond myself with the force of an undertow. I crashed formless against him, like breakers on a rock, and he met me with the brutal force of granite, my anchor in the pounding chaos. 

Boneless and liquid as the water around us, contained only by the frame of his hands, I cried out, the soft, bubbling half-choked cry of a sailor sucked beneath the waves. And heard his own cry, helpless in return, and knew I had served him well. 


We struggled upward, out of the womb of the world, damp and steaming, rubber-limbed with wine and heat. I fell to my knees at the first landing, and Jamie, trying to help me, fell down next to me in an untidy heap of robes and bare legs. Giggling helplessly, drunk more with love than with wine, we made our way side by side, on hands and knees up the second flight of steps, hindering each other more than helping, jostling and caroming softly off each other in the narrow space, until we collapsed at last in each other’s arms on the second landing. 

Here an ancient oriel window opened glassless to the sky, and the light of the hunter’s moon washed us in silver. We lay clasped together, damp skins cooling in the winter air, waiting for our racing hearts to slow and breath to return to our heaving bodies. 

The moon above was a Christmas moon, so large as almost to fill the empty window. It seemed no wonder that the tides of sea and woman should be subject to the pull of that stately orb, so close and so commanding. 

But my own tides moved no longer to that chaste and sterile summons, and the knowledge of my freedom raced like danger through my blood. 

“I have a gift for you too,” I said suddenly to Jamie. He turned toward me and his hand slid, large and sure, over the plane of my still-flat stomach. 

“Have you, now?” he said. 

And the world was all around us, new with possibility.

-Outlander 

I wish i could go back to the exact moment you fell out of love with me, i want to pause there so you could hear the sound of my heart breaking in your hands as your tore it out of my chest.
A bloody mess of my love for you
I wish i could go back to the exact moment i fell in love with you, i would pause there just for you. I want you to see the way my heartbeats lit up like stars and it didn’t hurt anymore.
I spent my entire life with my heart wanting to stop beating but i didn’t feel that when i was with you. 
The stars have been dead for a long time, just the dreams of being with you forever.
—  You were a dream i never wanted to wake up from

coreviolet  asked:

Karaoke night post-squip - feat. Boyf riends

It was a Sunday night, and Michael and Jeremy were at yet another party.

Jeremy said ‘another’ because it was a week until school was out, and their new friends really liked throwing parties. He hadn’t really minded at first – parties were fun! But it was starting to wear on him. You could only puke your guts out under an alcohol-induced haze so many times, he guessed. 

As soon as the door shut behind them, Jeremy and Michael were ambushed by Chloe, already drunk off her ass, and Brooke, hanging off her arm.

“You’re here!” Chloe squealed, giggling drunkenly. Then, she nudged Brooke. “Here, Heere. Get it?” 

Brooke smiled lazily and patted Chloe’s bicep. “Yeah. Nice.”

“We’re doing charaoke,” Chloe slurred. “Jeremy, your voice is decent. Come on.” She grabbed his arm and dragged him into the house, Brooke and Michael following close behind. Soon enough, they were swallowed by flashing lights and the bass line of an old nineties love song, and Jeremy tried not to breathe in the stench of teen body odor and alcohol. 

As they neared the end of the den, Chloe muttered something unintelligible and climbed up onto the miniature stage. To Jeremy’s mortification, she grabbed a microphone and said, “My boy Jeremy could be on fucking broadway and we’re gonna give him a shot tonight!” Only her speech was slurred and she drew out her vowels, so it sounded more like “weeeeee’re gonna give him a shoooot toniiiiiight!”

Behind him, Michael whispered, “Good luck!” and shoved him forwards. Jeremy stumbled up onto the stage next to Chloe.

Chloe grabbed his arm again and said, “I’m picking.” 

Jeremy groaned as her song selection popped up on the computer screen in front of him. “When I Was Your Man? Bruno Mars? Really, Chloe?” 

Chloe leaned towards him, swaying on her feet. “Just fucking sing, Jerry,” she said, and then Jeremy was alone on the stage. 

Jeremy glanced over the crowd, spreading his arms helplessly. “I am so, so sorry for what you’re about to experience,” he said. He prayed that nobody could hear the tremor in his voice. “But since I value my life, well…” He breathed a sigh of relief as chuckles spread through the gathering crowd before him. The first notes of the song spilled from Jake’s expensive-looking speakers, and Jeremy began to sway to the gentle piano against his will. The first line of the song appeared on the screen, and Jeremy inhaled. He shut his eyes against the strobe lights and faces below and started to sing. “Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now.”

Somebody in the crowd whooped. He heard Michael mutter, “Holy shit.”

Our song on the radio, but it don’t sound the same,” he continued, pulling sound from deep in his chest.  “When all my friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down.” Jeremy opened his eyes and looked out over the crowd. “And my heart breaks a little when I hear your name. It all just sounds like –” His gaze fell on Michael, whose mouth was hanging open. “Oooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.” He sailed through the rest of the song, singing louder and louder, keeping his eyes on Michael. As the music faded out, Jeremy felt better and more alive than he had in ages. He couldn’t keep the dorky grin from spreading over his face.

Suddenly, all that as left was silence. Jeremy let out the rest of his breath. Everything was still for a moment. And then the crowd erupted, and Jeremy was bowing, and Michael was up on stage, hugging him and talking faster than Jeremy had ever heard him.

“Jeremy, Jeremy, Jesus Christ, that was amazing, why don’t you sing more often? Dude, you have to do that more, you could be a professional, wow–” 

Jeremy felt himself redden. Then, he had an idea. Maybe it was the natural high, or maybe it was something in the air, but he opened his mouth and said, “We’re going to do the next one together.”

Michael never really enjoyed parties, but he usually tagged along anyways. There needed to be at least one person with a car who wasn’t as high as a kite or drunker than his grandmother on New Year’s Eve. And maybe he had jumped around a little, shouting lyrics to the songs he liked, but he didn’t – couldn’t sing. 

He stepped back. “Oh, no. No, no, no, no.”

“I’ve heard you sing before. You’re good,” Jeremy said.

“Have you heard me sing?” 

Jeremy cleared his throat. “When you’re high –”

“Okay, okay, point proven,” Michael cut in. “But still, no.”

“Come onnn, Michael.” Jeremy poked him. “I’ll go with you!”

And then the song was starting and it was too late to save himself. Michael read the title on screen. Carry On, by fun.. He kind of knew that one. 

Deep breaths, he told himself.

Jeremy started. “Well, I woke to the sound of silence the cars, cutting like knives in fistfights.”

Michael glanced at the crowd and felt his legs tremble. 

Jeremy continued. “And I found you with a bottle of wineyour head in the curtains and heart –

Like the Fourth of July,” Michael sang. He was sure he was by now visibly shaking, but he told himself to keep going. He adjusted his voice to match Jeremy’s, and kept going, growing more and more confident with every line. 

When they reached the first “carry on”, Jeremy grabbed Michael’s hand and held it above his head. Michael felt his face flush, and hoped that everybody still watching would attribute it to his nerves, or maybe alcohol he hadn’t drunk. As the verse ended, Jeremy brought Michael’s hand down, but didn’t let go. Jeremy started swaying to the music, and Michael felt himself follow suit. He kept his fingers wound through Jeremy’s. 

The second time they came around to “carry on”, some of the crowd joined in. Michael started to understand people who performed for a living. Part of him felt like he could fly. On a whim, he grabbed one of the microphones from its stand and held it in front of his mouth, bending his knees as he started the “Whoa!”.  Michael was singing like he hadn’t known he could sing. He shut his eyes and let his voice go.

The song ended. The crowd turned away, and slowly, the low buzz of mindless conversation returned. Jeremy’s eyes were bright, and Michael couldn’t help but admire how beautiful his eyes were. Jeremy hugged Michael, and pulled back, beaming. He looked Michael directly in the eyes, and Michael couldn’t bring himself to tear his gaze away.  They were breathing hard, and their faces were flushed, and Jeremy’s hair was adorably rumpled, and Michael felt his face redden again –

And then he was kissing Jeremy. No – Jeremy was kissing him. Michael stiffened, wondering for a split second if this was some kind of elaborate joke, before melting into the kiss. 

It was far from perfect. Michael’s glasses got in the way, and it wasn’t like either of them were experienced, but when they pulled back, Jeremy’s eyes were shining and Michael was the one beaming. 

“I love you so much right now,” Jeremy whispered, and Michael squeezed his hand.

“I love you too, Jer-bear.” he leaned his head against Jeremy’s shoulder. “I love you.”

Days 3 & 4 - Homework/Romeo

Much Ado

“Whatcha doin’ down there, princess?”

Marinette almost leapt out of her skin at the sound of his voice above her, even though she’d specifically left the window open for him. “Homework,” she supplied. “Ugh, I have to finish reading this play by tomorrow and I’m barely starting the second act.”

“Ah,” Chat purred, narrowing his eyes at the booklet in her hands. “The best act.” Instead of dropping down onto her bed like he normally would, he lounged on his side at the edge of the windowsill, flicking his tail to and fro with a playful air. “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?”

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