the view from my seat

flames (m)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

❝you have always been my everything.❞
→ park chanyeol
→ in where he has superpowers, and you are one of the very few people who know (a collaborative series with @soowritings)

Quick pants of breath replaced the sound of the movie that played on the background, long forgotten as the night continued on in a form of a much more pleasurable excitement.

Chanyeol’s hands found their place on your hip, while the other slid up from your hip to your chest to your cheek, holding your jaw and pulling you closer towards him as he kissed you roughly, passion emitting from the way his lips moved against yours.

You were straddling him, sitting on his lap while both of your legs stayed on either of Chanyeol’s side. Beneath you, his desperate want was caressing you, making you shiver at the small satisfaction and push your hips towards him, enjoying the friction made.

Although he really wanted to, Chanyeol contained his moans in fear that people would find out the naughty act you both were starring on. What meant to be a movie date turned into something much more intimate than planned out. It started the moment you felt his warm hands crawling up your thighs, lightly pinching the inside of it when it got closer and closer to your core. You couldn’t let him have fun without you, so you took the risk and placed your hand right about him, palming it through his shorts. Though the both of you seemed to tense, there were no regrets in picking the seats at the very back of the cinema, hiding your sinful touches and soft whimpers from the audience.

“You’re amazing,” Chanyeol said in breathy voice, the deep tone of his voice sounding much more sexier than it usually was. A smirk played on your lips as you kissed him, your hands gripping onto his bicep and neck, feeling the muscle beneath his skin and the warmth radiating from it. He groaned into your lips when you grinded your hips against his, enjoying the feeling of bliss.

Before you say anything, you pulled away from him, taking into sight his swollen lips and his messy hair with the help of vibrant lights coming from the screen as the movie played. You were out of breath, but not just by losing yourself in Chanyeol’s lips but by also in the way he looked at you as you sat on his lap, hands now on his shoulders to find balance, your hair equally as messy as his and lips probably more swollen than his when he softly took them between his teeth, biting your lips gently before swiping his tongue over them.

Short and almost inaudible moans may have escaped your lips just at the sight of him, it only hit you now that the popular hot business major who was more of a cutie was now yours and more specifically, beneath you, breathless as you continued pushing your hips against him, your core feeling his hard want. His head rolled back, his neck resting at the very top of the chair, eyes closed as the pleasure took over his tall frame. “Only for you, baby,” you whispered into his ears, nibbling on the lobes of his ear, licking them softly before leaving a trail of kisses from his ear to his neck. You sucked the skin of neck, calling out the hot blood that ran in his veins.

The moans and whimpers did leave your lips. His hands were working on you, one on your breast, massaging it beneath your shirt and bra, taking your nipple between his two fingers and pinching it, while the other has resting on your thigh, his thumb caressing your inner thigh, slowly finding their way to your front, rubbing against the sensitive area, pushing your euphoria further into its limit.

His name left with every moan, whimper, and groan that seeped from your mouth, and you could tell he liked it as his own lips spilled out your name in a growl, his deep voice now heavily raspy.

You were too lost at the moment, you didn’t realize that heat coming from his hands, his neck, and his body. Maybe it was just the immense exhilaration you’ve created in a heist to orgasm, that beautiful white hot bliss.

It never occurred, not even when your shirt was no longer on your body, its material nonexistent as you continued to please yourselves. The thought only hit you when Chanyeol’s warm hands were against your skin, the heat from his hand radiating to your cold body.

“Chanyeol,” you said, confusion mixed into your lust filled voice, “where did my shirt go?” Chanyeol’s trail of kisses abruptly stopped, however, his hands remained on your waist, warm and comforting despite the lack of coverage from the unknowing audience.

Chanyeol muttered curses beneath his breath, his hands now on his lips, his fingers playing against each other as he bit his lip in concentration. He was very conflicted for some reason. All that has happened was your shirt getting lost… for no reason at all… except one. “Chanyeol?” His name came out like a question, wondering if he was still sane and still had his wits to answer.

His eyes darted across the cinema, looking like he was searching the area for any signs of danger before placing his attention towards you. In his eyes, a deep fire flashed behind those deep brown colors, pulling you into a trance as you stared at it, slowly leaning towards him, your lips attracted to his and the warmth he provided. “I have to tell you something.”

“What?” You sounded like you didn’t know what was happening like as if you’ve never noticed this type of thing before, but Chanyeol was wrong. “I know you’re not like me,” you told him, sitting on his lap diligently like a kid, explaining to him how he was such an idiot that he could keep his powers hidden to you.

“Chanyeol, you always leave burnt handprints on our mattress after every time we do it, and you always also seem to be too warm even at the coldest places. Like please explain to me how on earth were you so warm when we were at the ice skating rink after your Economics lecture yesterday. I know you have powers, Chanyeol. Although it defies each law of our universe, I will accept you as a person with a heart, mind, and soul. I just wish you were open and honest to me about it.”

Somehow, your hand ended up in Chanyeol’s, seeking warmth in the comfort of his hidden flame within him. The only response you received from him was a steamy kiss, almost returning you back to your original intentions as the back of a theatre. “You’re so fucking amazing, Y/N,” he said, smiling as he pulled away from your lips.

“I’m not sure how the hell you’re taking this so well, but damn, I’ll take it. If only I wasn’t so afraid of revelation, I would have told you everything.” The fire within his eyes reflected a sad and mellow color of blue, his hands slowly losing their heat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you about this absurd talent of mine, and it’s not just me who has these special talents. The othe-”

You butted into his statement, “Oh, is that why the room always seems brighter whenever Baekhyun laughs?”

Chanyeol let out a small giggle, unable to comprehend your calmness despite the insane topic of unreal supernatural powers given to him and the rest at birth. You joined him as you’ve realized every weird event with him and his friends were all connected to their own unique powers. You laughed even more when you’ve realized one thing.

You were shirtless, your bra exposed to the curious eyes of the world or more specifically, the audience as the credits rolled on the screen. Chanyeol caught up to the idea without you having to say anything, his eyes once again lost in concentration. The next thing you know, a big comfy shirt was on your body, and your hands could feel the hard lines of Chanyeol’s abs.

“Well, I can’t let others think that my girl is open for viewing,” Chanyeol said, raising from his seat as he held onto you, making sure your feet were firmly on the ground before releasing you from his strong hold.

The people’s eyes were now turned towards Chanyeol and his toned body. Each muscle was mesmerizing as his movements made them flex before your eyes… and the audience’s.

The familiar overprotective feeling of yours resurfaced, and you tried to cover him by placing your back directly against his, making sure it remained that way until you’ve reached his car which thankfully wasn’t far.

This time, the heat surging through your body was of anger and was your own, created by jealousy and anger at the selfish eyes of young women in the crowd. You slapped Chanyeol’s thigh as soon as he sat down on the driver’s seat. “Idiot! Next time you’re thinking about doing that, you better think again. You also have to learn how to have better control over your powers. I can’t go topless every time you get horny, Chanyeol!” You scolded him, although your cheeks were burning out of embarrassment. Chanyeol merely chuckled, his deep voice awakening your lust to complete your unfinished business.

“Okay, baby, but first,” his hand traced your thigh’s skin, lighting fires within you as its warmth drew closer and closer towards your core, your breaths started to sound like whimpers, your hand squeezed his shoulder beside you while the other held onto the soft cushion of the car seat, Chanyeol’s eyes burned with a red hot flame, and an all too familiar smirk appeared on his lips, “let’s finish something we’ve already started.”

The Sidra Coffee Shop

So I saw this post about Rhysand flirting with Feyre and I thought I might write it. Sorry if this turns out bad, another writer could do a better job than me. Hell, someone probably already has. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

It was Sunday morning and I was in my favourite coffee shop, The Sidra. It was named after the mighty river that ran through the centre of town. It was said that when we were invaded, the river rose as if in answer and wiped out the forces of the invading army and saving the city. You could see the river from my view of the window seat, it was an image I was trying to capture desperately in my sketch pad. 

I took a sip from my smoothie before grabbing my pencils and shading the jasmine flowers that bloomed along the riverbank. The whole atmosphere was pleasant, sitting in the rather rustic coffee shop, a faint moody dancing around the room, quite Sunday morning chatter in the background. I was quite content to spend the rest of the day sitting on the little wooden bench sketching. 

I had just finished capturing the image of the cafe chairs that adorned the edge of the Sidra, imagining how it would have rose. It was something I wanted to paint, I could almost imagine wolves jumping out of the very river itself and taking soldiers to their watery graves as they fought to protect their city. When a shadow fell across my page causing me to jump.

Startled, I turned to face the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He had silky black hair and a muscled chest, from what I could see of how his shirt hugged his body, but it was the bright violet hue of his eyes that enticed me the most. 

“Hey,” I started. “Can I help you?” I was a little confused at why this man was here beside me, I really did want to finish this drawing but he seemed to have other plans.

“Well, darling, as it is you certainly can. I was just admiring your drawing skills from that table over there,” he gestured behind him, “and felt that you should know that it’s  almost as gorgeous as you.” 

“Um… Thank you, I guess,” I was unsure of what to say so I took a sip out of my strawberry and dragon fruit smoothie. 

“Also, darling-,”

“Feyre,” I interjected.

“Well then, Feyre darling I was wondering if you have wifi?”

Who the hell was this guy, asking if she had wifi. All I wanted was to finish my sketch in piece.

“No,” I said and I turned back to my drawing.

“Well,” he drawled from beside me. “That is disappointing because I thought I felt a connection. I’m Rhysand by the way.”

“No sorry, no wifi here. Though I’m positive your friends must be missing you,” I said as what I hoped was a subtle dismissal. Apparently I had no such luck.

“Your jumper is perfectly stunning, did you know that?” He comments. 

“Thank you,” I simply stated before turning back to my drawing. After about five minutes he walks away. Muttering a short goodbye as he left. I turned back to my drawing an odd feeling surrounding me. I sort of did a double take, today was turning out rather odd. 

It wasn’t ten minutes before I was disrupted again. What the hell was with everyone this morning? Why couldn’t I just be left in peace I thought. 

“Well hello, gorgeous,” he whistles.

I made a point to ignore him, carrying on with my attempt to capture the rest of the perfect image before the rest of the public rose from their beds. He just sits down next to me. He’s wearing a black hoodie and jeans.

“Nice outfit by the way, you look absolutely delicious.” 

“Thanks,” I reply. This was the oddest Sunday morning I had ever had. I took another sip out of my smoothie letting it wash around my mouth before trickling down my throat.

“Like you just walked off the runway,” he goes on. 

“Thanks,” I reply curtly. “Again.”

He throws some more odd compliments my way before heading off in the same direction that that Rhysand bloke had gone in. I turned around catching the tail end of their conversation. There were five of them in total.

“…way, she didn’t even blush. I’ve never met anyone who has resisted my manly charm that easily before.” The hoody guy states.

“Well Cassian, it seems you own Amren ten bucks. I told you she wouldn’t give you her number,” Rhysand drawls.

“Cough up boys,” the small one says. Her quick silver eyes flash over and meet mine and she smirks. 

“Nah ah ah,” Rhysand smirks like the cheshire cat. “I made no bargain or bet.” 

“No but you did say you would get her number and it seems you failed,” the blonde one perks up.

“Look,” he growls. “I’m just interested in her okay, lets not make a big deal out of it.” He picks up his coffee and takes a gulp. It’s black, the worst kind of coffee in my opinion. When I drank it I felt like I was choking down tar. So those men were trying to flirt with me? God, I feel so stupid.

I finish with my drawing, the crowds now to thick to properly capture the original image and pack my stuff away. I walk over and pay the bill, I’m about to leave when a thought strikes me. I may as well have a little fun with this situation they have given me. I stalk over to Rhysand, grab a napkin scribble my number down as he stares at me, fold it up and shove it into his chest before pecking him on the cheek and sauntering towards the door. 

Right before I set foot out of the cafe I turn around to see the whole bunch bent over double laughing all except Rhysand who is grinning from ear to ear and the small one, Amren, who catches my gaze and smirks at me knowingly. With that I walk out of the cafe and down the street, a small part of me hoping for a call from the gorgeous, violet eyed man I had just encountered.

I take no credit for the idea behind this piece, that should go to @greenfire2908art. I hope you enjoyed reading it. I’m sorry for the poor quality of writing I wrote this at midnight and now can’t be bothered to reread it and edit my mistakes. Yep, I’m lazy like that. I hope it’s somewhere near what you hoped for @greenfire2908art sorry if it’s not up to the right standard. I thought I’d give it a go though anyway. 

Hwarang :: Sam Maek Jong x Reader

Oh man this took so long to write haha! I’m pretty proud of this one I hope everyone enjoys it! And if you do please send me some messages I love hearing from you guys! It makes me super happy and motivated to write! Part 2 will come shortly :)

Was I mad? Not really. Deep down no one makes people like us do anything.

Today was the day my parents, also known as the King and Queen of Goguryeo, sent me away to Silla. Their plans were to marry me off to the faceless King of Silla but regardless of their intentions I knew that in the end if I were to say no my wishes would be made. So I took this opportunity as a get away from the palace and have an amazing adventure with my closest keeper, Seok Hyeon. But we shall call him Seyeo for short!

“Are you seriously wearing that?” The annoying voice I hear too much on the daily basis rings out. “Seyeo, you’re annoying.” “And you only ever wear black. You aren’t attending a funeral, you will be meeting your potential suitor.” I roll my eyes, “Of course I know that, why else would mom give me this huge stack of etiquette scrolls?” I ask gesturing towards the enormous pile dominating the corner of my room. “Maybe to fix your manliness.” I cross my arms with a raised brow at him, “I will have your head.” “There you go again with your empty threats, hurry we need to leave soon Princess (Y/n).” “Understood, and don’t call me that. You know I hate it,” I sigh strapping a sword onto my hip while passing an identical one to Seyeo. “Her majesty won’t let you carry both swords?” He laughs strapping it beside his own sword, “Nope, apparently dual wielding would scare away the potential men.” Seyeo barks out the loudest laugh and I found myself joining along with him just as loud. We walked out of the palace to see a large group of men and a carriage set up for my long trip to Silla and I shook my head. I turned around to see my parents standing off on the side a waiting to say their parting words with me. “The trip to Silla is a long one, take care (Y/n),” father pats my head affectionately before my mother embraces me and chimes in a “Remember to behave!” I nod with a smile, “I will return soon, make sure to take care of my people while I am away.” “(Y/n) that’s no way to talk to your parents, you talk as if you are already in charge of Goguryeo! But yes they will be in good hands,” mother sighs but I didn’t miss the small smile that graces her features at my assertiveness. “I love you, and I won’t be taking anyone with me besides Seok Hyeon,” I say before bowing and walking towards Seyeo who stood beside two horses. I gently caress the soft cheeks of my onyx hair coat horse before jumping onto his back to set off to the Kingdom of Silla, but not before looking back and smiling at my parents and all the dumbfounded knights of the palace who were supposed to assist me on my adventure.

The ride to the capital of Silla was not quiet. I’m not sure if mother gave an order to Seyeo but he tested me on mannerisms throughout the entire ride. “Before eating what do you say?” I sigh closing my eyes, “I don’t have plans marrying that stuck up King. He doesn’t even care enough to show his face to his people! I would never wish to marry someone like that. Besides he might be a really gross old man!” I dramatically fake gag causing Seyeo to laugh. “He shouldn’t be too much older than you (Y/n). And try to hold that tongue of yours when we enter Silla,” he says casually but I could hear the warning in his tone. I ignored his comment and shortly the view of the tall stonewalls of the capital came into view.


The gates open as we approached. Whispers and chattering filled up the streets as we continued our way towards the palace. I only stopped when I saw a rice cake vendor amidst the crowd of people. “Seyeo! Rice cake!” I exclaim looking up at him beside me and he shook his head, “I’ll get some for you later, look ahead the other Princess is here already. We should head to the palace immediately.” I follow his line of vision and I see an elegant carriage being carried on the shoulders of a bunch of middle aged men, how distasteful I thought. “I want four,” I say which Seyeo nods to and I followed his suggestion obediently. We approached the palace while tailing the carriage. The Princess gets out and walked towards the guards who automatically opened the gate for her. Following her actions I hop off my horse and tied the reign onto Seyeo’s horse and made my way towards the gatekeeper. “State your business.” I raise my brow confused, “I’m (Y/n).” He gives me a blank look and I accidently scoffed, I embarrassedly cleared my throat trying to pass that rude action as a cough and I smiled, “I’m Princess (Y/n) of Goguryeo.” He curtly bows, “My apologies, you may enter. However your guard must stay here.” “Okay!” I smile and waved at Seyeo who stood beside our horses, before he could open his mouth to protest I gave him the thumbs up and scooted backwards into the now open gates, “You can go get me my rice cakes while you wait!”

I sucked in a deep breath preparing myself to be on my best behaviour. I couldn’t embarrass my kingdom, but all hopes ceased to be useless as I met the Queen of Silla and the Princess from earlier. “Your majesty,” I greet with a bow before facing to the Princess and doing the same. The Queen nods, “Princess (Y/n).” I physically constrained myself from yodeling out a ‘That is I!!!’ but thank god I managed and I just forced out a large smile. “I have lot’s of explaining regarding your stay,” the Queen says, “Let’s go inside for some tea as I shall inform you both.”

What a bummer. I didn’t even get to meet the King. Not that I was interested in him or anything, but I thought I would at least see his face as I have a 50% chance of marrying the guy during this trip. He really does seem like a stuck up jerk, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and hope that he just has his hands full on other things. What’s interesting though is that the Queen wanted both me and Princess Sookmyung to stay with the Hwarang, apparently the kings harem of beautiful men, or knights, I wasn’t really listening after she mentioned beautiful men. I exited the palace with the rather quiet Princess to see Seyeo leaning on a nearby tree with a giant parchment roll stuffed with more than the amount of rice cakes I previously asked for. I run up to him with grabby hands and he tutted with a shake of his head, “How was your behaviour?” “At it’s best,” I immediately replied all the while staring at the fluffy rice cakes. He places the large bundle into my arms and I grin, “Thank you!”


The gate opened for the Hwarang house and I was beyond excited to meet the apparently beautiful men. “Please don’t embarrass me,” a quiet plea leaves Seyeo as he pulls the two horses along while I ran ahead with rice cakes in my arms. My ears perk up at the sound of music and I couldn’t help myself from following it. I turn the corner to see all the Hwarang practicing in front of Wi Hwa, I didn’t want to intrude so I quickly hid behind a pillar to stay out of sight from the group. Taking a seat on the shaded steps I unravelled the parchment to see eight rice cakes. I munch onto the sticky sweet dessert as I watch the Hwarang practice their dance and music. They were all handsome indeed. I hum amused, “Enjoying the view?” I look up from my seated position to see Seyeo leaning with crossed arms on the pillar beside me. Without pausing in eating I pick up another cake and handed it to him, which he gladly took. Suddenly the music stopped, much to my dismay, as Princess Sookmyung made her presence known. Wi Hwa introduced her and the large majority of the men were in awe. I quietly snicker as Princess Sookmyung got quickly riled up by just a single comment from one of the men inquiring her abilities. Without being asked again she made her way onto the practice ground, “Princess (Y/n), care to join?” I looked up at Wi Hwa who spotted me in my crouched position with stuffed cheeks and I gestured to the cake in my hand. “Don’t you want to join? Sword fighting is your favourite,” Seyeo asks while squatting to my level, I nod, “I’m occupied.” “You’re eating.” “Hence, I’m occupied. Besides I want to see how this goes,” I say before stuffing the entire rice cake into my mouth so that I could carry the other five to a better viewing spot to watch this thing go down.

What I saw ticked me off. Princess Sookmyung was skilled indeed but it was unnecessary to ridicule the men by pointing at their throats with a sword, “Well, something like that.” I shook my head with the rice cake still in my mouth. Wi Hwa looks at me with a knowing smirk as I place the half eaten cake into Seyeo’s already awaiting open palm. Seyeo starts to unsheathe my second sword and I shake my head unsheathing the one on my hip. “I don’t like people who belittle others,” I say making my way onto the practice grounds, all the while making eye contact with the Princess. I could hear some whispers among the men as the Princess faces towards me, anger evident in her eyes. “Come on,” I smile. She was graceful with her sword, I’ve seen so earlier but I had the speed and the strength to push people until they couldn’t keep up. As she tried to thrust the sword to my stomach I sidestepped and using my own sword I flicked upwards, easily disarming her of her weapon. However, the Princess didn’t accept defeat as she lunged for her sword. I sigh feeling slightly bad for what I was about to do. I smacked the hilt of my sword into the back of her neck causing her to flop onto the dirt ground. “Know your value, you don’t need to prove to others what it is,” I say while holding out a hand for her to take.  She looks up from the ground and got up by herself, ignoring my gesture to help. “It’s embarrassing to get angry over small comments like that. And even more embarrassing by ridiculing others so that you can feel more superior.” I watch silently as her facial expression changed from anger to a calmer state as she walked away. One of the younger Hwarang started clapping with awe plastered onto his face causing me to laugh at the strange sight. And before I knew it the entire group started to join, which ultimately made me feel bashful. “That was excellent, everyone can learn a thing or two from you today Princess (Y/n). Is there anything advice you will like to share with everyone?” Wi Hwa asks and I nod. I turn to face all the Hwarang with a giant grin, “Everyone did wonderful today. I can tell how hard each and every one of you is trying and it makes watching you all that more exciting so I can’t wait to see you all perform at the festival. Good luck.” I exclaim with a smile before bowing causing the others to bow as well, “Oh yes, one more thing. Just call me (Y/n). No need for formalities, starting from today we are all friends. Dismissed.” “W-Wait you can’t call dismissal,” Wi Hwa says with a laugh and I waved him off, “They worked hard enough for the day. The sun is setting they should have dinner and get some rest.” Before Wi Hwa could reply I grabbed my parchment full of rice cakes and left the area with Seyeo quickly following behind me with my half eaten cake in his hand.

From a far I see the group of men chattering away, as I made eye contact with them they abruptly stopped, so being the person who loves to make people feel uncomfortable, I approached him. “What are you guys talking about?” I inquire and I was surprisingly given an answer quickly by the young Hwarang who started the clapping moments ago, “About you (Y/n)! You are so awesome!” He exclaimed with widen eyes. “Oh! You are so adorable!” I gush shoving a rice cake into his open mouth. He smiles with closed eyes while letting out a muffled, “I’m Han Sung.” I nod and looked at the others awaiting to learn their names.

After a very draining conversation with the extremely hyper bunch of men I walked off to the side see a pavilion overlooking the area. I excitedly climbed up the wooden stairs to see a person already using the space, “Mind if I join?” The person turned around in their seated position and it revealed the most handsome man I have ever seen in my (y/age) years of living. I awkwardly stood there in silence as he gave me a once over with his deep, very deep eyes, before he nods. I clear my suddenly tight throat and sat beside him, I could barely use my voice to ask him his name so I decided to do what I did best, make people feel uncomfortable. I grabbed his hand and placed my last cake into it. He chuckles quietly, “Thanks.” “Just eat it,” I say and instantly I cringed at how rude I came across, “I-I mean if you want to.” He chuckles again before taking a bite and chewing on it as if in deep thought, “It’s quite funny how cool you were earlier and now you are a shy spluttering mess.” I mock a dramatically shocked expression causing him to flash me the sweetest smile, “I don’t even know your name and you are already attacking me.” He smiles again, but it never ceases to make my heart skip a beat, “It’s Ji Dwi.” “Wow that’s a really weird name,” I laugh loudly without thinking, “I-I mean, nice to meet you?” “And you are a weird Princess.” “I would want to say a Princess with much potential to do something great and different.” He hums thoughtfully looking into the night’s sky, “I see.” “It’s dark, none of us can see anything,” I bluntly add and his amazing sounding laugh fills my ears as he understood my lame joke. “I think I will come to enjoy your company.” I nod with a smile but it quickly disappeared as fast as it appeared, “So you don’t enjoy it now?” Ji Dwi reaches out his hand to ruffle my hair gently, “It’s getting late. I will walk you to your room,” I nod following him down the stairs. Shortly after a few minutes we made it to the enormous room that I would be occupying for the time being. I look up at Ji Dwi and gave him a warm smile, “Thank you, I much appreciate your gesture in walking me to my room.” He scoffs with a smile while looking diverting his eyes to the side, a cute habit I noticed that he had, “Why are you suddenly talking like a proper Princess? It doesn’t suit you.” I raise a brow at him stepping up into his personal space, “Excuse me, I am a proper Princess!” I huff poking into his chest playfully causing him to chuckle. “A proper Princess would know how to keep her hands to herself,” he muses grabbing my wrist into his large soft hands. “Shut up,” I laugh pulling back my hand but his grip tightened, “Oh, what is that? A profanity?” Seeing this as a challenge I flick my wrist, slipping out of his hand which allowed me to quickly grab onto his wrist instead, “Good night~” I chime swinging his arm side to side before letting go and slipping into the comfort of my room.

“That took long,” Seyeo states from behind me causing me to yelp in surprise. “Oh you scared me! What are you doing here?” “I needed to make sure that you turned to your room before I could peacefully sleep myself,” he states in a matter of fact tone. I nod with a roll of my eyes, “Well I’m safe and back will you please leave so that I can sleep?” “Of course, good night (Y/n).”


Right at peak of dawn I awake to the sound of metal clanking against one another. I excitedly jump out of bed, throwing on a random (F/c) hanbok before running out to the practice field. I was genuinely happy to see Ji Dwi among the men who were up early to get started on training. I walk up to him and patted his shoulder, causing him to turn around. “Good morning,” I greet with a smile and he returns a smile himself before adding a, “Good morning my Princess.” “Oiyah, who said that you can call me such a name?” I mumble as blood flushes to my cheeks, he flashes me one of his annoying grins. I butt his shoulder with mine playfully before walking away and taking a seat on the stairs so that I could observe their sword fighting skills, and perhaps step in to give them a pointer or two when necessary. Although each and everyone of the men were skilled I couldn’t take my eyes off of Ji Dwi, even if I tried to pay attention to Han Sung as he waved at me to watch him, my eyes would somehow find it’s way back to the tall fair skinned male. “Wow he’s so handsome~ I want to marry that fine piece of meat~” “AISH!” I yell, smacking Seyeo’s thigh aggressively, “Will you stop that! Someone might hear!” He hums, plopping down beside me before handing me a cup of green tea, “What if the king heard? I wonder if he would be happy to see his potential Queen ogling at one of his knights hm?” I tut with a shake of my head, “I can’t help but ogle if I’m surrounded my handsome men, especially that one!” I whisper yell pointing at Ji Dwi. Much to my surprise he sees my gesture and raises a brow, and started to make his way towards my seated position. “Oh look, your man is coming this way,” Seyeo deadpan states but I could feel the amusement oozing out of his every pore, that evil bastard. “(Y/n) would you like to join me instead of just staring?” Ji Dwi smirks while holding out his hand for me to take, I shake my head with hot cheeks, looking anywhere but up into his content face. “She would love to,” Seyeo cheekily answers on my behalf, my jaw dropped and before a word of protest could make its way up my throat he unsheathes two swords for me.

I was never nervous when it came to sword fighting, I was good at it and I very much knew that. So why was I awkwardly twirling both swords? I don’t know maybe because the certain man in front of me just makes my brain turn to mush. “Are you ready?” Ji Dwi asks, taking his ready stance. I nod, twirling my sword, positioning one in front and one behind me. He flashes me a smile before lunging forward to take the first strike. As the steel of his sword clashes with my defense sword the powerful vibration travels up my arm waking me up from my daze. I flick my wrist to catch his sword under mine before swinging at him with my free sword. His eyes widen instantly as he slips his sword from under mine before deflecting the coming attack. While taken aback from my attack I lunge forward with both swords in unison, many wouldn’t be able to pull off the perfect defensive on this attack but I was very pleased when he swung his sword full force from underneath, successfully throwing my attack off course and into the ground. I tried to be serious but I could help the wide grin break across my face, he was very impressive. This motivated me to up my efforts so that I could impress him back. Ji Dwi swings at me and I easily side step out of the way. I throw one sword out but before he could connect it with his own I retreat it quickly so that I could pull off a full forced swing from behind. I see his eyes widen in the split second signalling his defeat. I grin victoriously rotating the blades to its blunt side before going through with the swing to smack him gently in the behind. I take a side back and dipped my head to look up in his flabbergasted expression. I giggle at his gaping mouth and widened chocolate orbs. Sheathing one sword I offer my now free hand to him which he gladly takes and shakes firmly, “I’m very impressed Ji Dwi.” He does his little signature scoff and smirk, “I can say the same for you. I never seen anyone duel wield like that before.” I shyly scratch my cheek with my index finger, “T-Thanks…” I grinned as it seemed to be impossible to do anything else but that around him. The intense staring contest we seemed to have was put to a halt when I felt a soft pat on my shoulder. Turning around I see a smiley Han Sung, “Hello Han Sung, what can I do for you?” The man-child claps his hands excitedly before speaking up, “That was amazing (Y/n)! Can you please teach me?” I blush happily, “O-Of course! I would love to!” A chorus of “Me too!” was erupted from the Hwarang and I couldn’t be any happier. I nod excitedly and bowed, “It would be my honour to aid you all in your practices, all I ask is for you to try your best!” I throw a fist into the air to hype them up and they didn’t let me down as they hollered and threw theirs up as well. I quickly ordered some drills and the men were quick to jump to their partners to start their new practice. I turn around to see Ji Dwi and flashed him a grin but what I didn’t expect was his slightly off smile, it didn’t reach his eyes like it usually did. “What’s wrong?” I ask stepping in front of him to get a better look at his face, “Did it hurt when I hit your butt?” He chuckles, the sparkle evident in his chocolate brown eyes once again, “No, It’s just that it was my idea for you to train with me and now you are helping everyone else.” I coo reaching a hand out to caress his cheek teasingly, “Why jealous that my attention is else where?” He rolls his eyes with a smile, “Stop teasing,” he sighs pushing my hand away. “Can I tell you a secret?” I ask leaning forward and he curiously lowers his head as well, my smile against the shell of his ear, “My attention will always be on you. Do you know why? Because you are sooo annoying!” I giggle pulling away. Looking up at him I felt no regrets teasing him if that meant that I could witness his pale cheeks flush red.

Later that night I watch the Hwarang turn to their dorms. I patiently wait until I spot the particular pretty faced male. I quickly run up to him and grab his arm, all the while dragging him with me to the place where we first met. He chuckles not even out of breath as I pushed him onto the bench. “Ji Dwi! Can you tell me a story?” He playfully rolls his eyes, “Are you a child?” I shrug lowering myself so that I laid my head comfortably in his lap, “I just want to her your voice as I fall asleep. You can talk about whatever you like.” I mumble closing my eyes contently as I felt his long slender fingers run through my long locks. “So there was once this very, very, very annoying Princess named-” I gasped in mock shock, slapping his chest, “Hey!” He chuckles with me joining him almost instantly, “Say (Y/n)…what kind of Queen would you wish to be like one day?” I look up thoughtfully at him from his lap as he looked down at me warmly. “I hope a good one,” I giggle and he smiles, “A warm one?” I add and he nods quietly so I continued, “No death penalties, everyone can enter and leave the Kingdom as they wish.” He hums, “What if bad people enter?” and I nod, “That’s easy. The strong protect the weak. I want to become strong so that I can protect everyone with my two hands.” Ji Dwi chuckles, tucking a long strand of hair behind my ear, “That does sound like a good Queen.” I nod happily, “I can do that all by myself if I try hard enough! But it would be nice to rule with a King by my side. A nice one that shares the same beliefs as me.” A comfortable silence envelops us and I tilt my head in his lap, reaching out with both hands to cup his cheeks. I squish his cheeks gently causing his lips to become pouty, “What’s on your mind?” I inquire and he smiles with his eyes closed, “Nothing.”


After taking up the position in teaching sword fighting I woke up early each morning to help with the Hwarang’s practice. And honestly it was the most fun I have ever had in my (Y/a) years of living. However today was slightly different, Princess Sookmyung observed practice. What I didn’t expect was for her to call a meeting with Wi Hwa immediately after. “The Hwarang is nothing but a tool,” she starts. I patiently stood on the side listening to whatever she had to say but it just got ridiculously annoying. I had trouble holding my emotions especially regarding those who I cared for so when she ordered that there will be a life or death battle I was livid. I haven’t been in the Hwarang house for more than a week but I consider them all friends already, so I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any further, “The Hwarang are trying their best in practice and are improving dramatically. There’s no need for such violent practices.” Princess Sookmyung turned around and stared at me with a blank gaze, “It’s not in your place to decide what’s good for them or not.” “And it’s not in your place to tell them to go die,” I shot back immediately which she scoffed at. “I’m a Princess it’s their job to do as I say.” I take a deep breath trying my best to contain my anger, but it was evident that I was angry to everyone in the room seeing that my teeth were gritted, “They are human and have their own choices to make. I do not care if you are royalty. In the end when we die don’t we all return to the same soil?” I could tell from my peripheral that Wi Hwa was genuinely amused by the scene before him, however Princess Sookmyung was becoming impatient. “It’s not in your place to say,” she reasons and I cut her off, “Then who says that you have a place then?” Her nostrils flare at my stubbornness, “It’s not your place to say,” she repeats and I shake my head. I hated using my title as an excuse but I needed to put an end to this before the Princess could get her way. “It’s my place to say as I am Queen of Goguryeo. You, Sookmyung as a Princess have no say. I have been entrusted with this title before leaving my Kingdom to come here, hence I have authority over you. The Hwarang will not be fighting to the death against one another, but working together to build an unbreakable bond.” I huff slightly out of breath, Princess Sookmyung stares at me with her same blank gaze but anger was evident under her calm façade. Looking towards Wi Hwa he chuckles, “You both do not have a say in this matter as I am in charge of the Hwarang. I will consider the more intensive practice.” Princess Sookmyung looked pleased for once since I met her a week ago. Closing my eyes, clenching my fist and jaw to contain my frustration, I wasn’t surprised when even that didn’t help me calm down. “You are both not human,” I spat running out of the room. I was furious, I can’t let his happen, how am I supposed to protect a whole Kingdom of Goguryeo when I can’t even protect a handful of men were right in front of me? Hot angry tears blur my vision but I didn’t stop running until I bumped into a hard chest. “Whoa there!” Ji Dwi coos steadying me by holding my arms, “Hey what’s wrong?” I look up with hot tears still boiling over, “I-I’m sorry I can’t…” I sob facing the ground in defeat. He pulls me into his chest tightly and hushes me, rocking me side to side slightly in hopes to calm me down. “Why are you apologizing my Princess?” I wrap my arms around his back and tightly hold onto him, allowing his warmth to seep into my shaking frame, “I’m sorry I can’t protect you.” Ji Dwi nuzzles his nose into my neck, “I don’t need protecting, silly.” I shake my head against his toned chest, “You don’t understand.” He nods slowly, “Let’s go back to your room so you can explain everything to me so that I can understand okay?” I shake my head, pushing him away, “It’s okay. I’m…I will figure something out.” Nodding my head as if assuring myself I start towards my room but Ji Dwi grabs my arm tightly, “Who made you cry? I don’t care who it is…I will kill whoever did this to you.” I turn around to look into his eyes and his expression as unwavering, he was dead serious, “You…you shouldn’t say such things. I don’t want you to get into trouble.” “I don’t care about that! Don’t you see that all I care about is you? Just tell me what’s wrong or god help whoever did this to you because I will kill them on the spot!” I open my mouth but nothing came out. Closing my eyes to collect my thoughts I nod, slipping my hand into his larger one to quickly pull him along into my room.

Sitting in the middle of my room with Ji Dwi as company quickly calmed me down to a state where I could at least properly talk. “Princess Sookmyung insists that the Hwarang were just tools and should be put into life or death sword fights.” Ji Dwi nods but stays silent for me to vent everything out, “I can’t allow that. Even though they are knights they are still very human and their lives shouldn’t be seen as any less valuable than that of a royalty…I couldn’t even reason with those two. How can I protect my Kingdom if I can’t even protect my friends much less the person who I truly cherish…” By the time I got everything off my chest I started to sob again but luckily Ji Dwi was there to pull me into his lap to comfort me. He rubs my back with soothing circles to calm down my erratic breathing. “Is that person you truly cherish me?” He smiles against my temple and it for no reason caused my tears to burst out a full strength, “It’s not funny! I want to protect the people I love!” He chuckles lifting my chin up with his thumb and index finger, “You love me?” he whispers his breath ghosting over my lips. “You just said you would kill the person who made me cry! Why are you surprised! Anyways you aren’t seeing the whole picture you are-” I lost all train of thought when a pair of warm soft lips pressed against mine. I moan taken by surprise at the turn of events. Ji Dwi’s warm hand cups the back of my head, pulling me deeper into the kiss. Pulling away for the need of air I look up into his glazed orbs, it didn’t take me a second longer to dive back in to get another kiss from the male. Accidently exerting too much force I cause him to topple over, allowing me to straddle him. I pull back in surprise, “Hehe…sorry…” I giggle, running my fingers through his long silky onyx locks. “Don’t be sorry, just kiss me again,” he smirks pulling me down for another kiss. I pull back reluctantly, “I have a secret.” Ji Dwi nods from underneath me signalling me to continue, “I hope the King chooses to marry Princess Sookmyung.” He cocks a brow, “And why’s that?” I grin, “So I can marry you!” Ji Dwi purses his lips, “Is that so? But I’m nothing but a lowly man with no royal blood what so ever.” I smile cupping his cheeks in the palm of my hands, “That doesn’t mean anything to me Ji Dwi, you make me happy. And I know you will make many happy as well. You have a good heart, a good heart for the perfect King everyone is waiting for.” The reaction I got from him was extreme confusion, but once a few moments passed complete glee replaced his unsureness, “I don’t think the King would be too fond to hear that. I heard rumours that he wishes you marry you (Y/n).” I shrug casually, “I don’t care. If the King isn’t you, I have no interest what’s so ever.” Ji Dwi nods contently with the brightest unwavering smile plastered on his face, “Then I will happily be your King if that means I can see your smile everyday.” I groan at his words, “I’m very happy and glad…but I’m sorry I can’t help but worry for the Hwarang.” He hums, “That means you will be a good Queen, worrying for all. Your heart is in a good place.” I sigh hugging him tightly, “It doesn’t do any good if just my heart is in the right place.” “That’s true, but have faith that it will all work out.” “I just want to ensure that no one gets hurt…especially for no reason.” “Don’t worry, I promise on my life that I will fix all this. Just sleep peacefully, and when you awake everything will be okay.” I groggily look into his deep chocolate orbs, “You are tired, please rest with no troubles in mind.” Heavy eyelids drop and I couldn’t peel them back open, “Please…stay…” I mumble throwing an arm around his waist in which he chuckles in response. “As you wish my Princess,” he presses his lips against my temple, his arms tightly pulling me into his warm body. With the feeling of security I was able to quickly fall into a deep comfortable sleep.

Read Part 2 here!

anonymous asked:

Did you delete your posts about American Gods? Correct me if I'm wrong but I remember following someone who was reading it, and I thought it was you. And it made me wanna reread it, and then look back at your(?) reactions/posts to guess which parts you were reacting to.....

Yep. I did! IT WAS SUCH A GOOD BOOK!!!! I have just started my 5th (The View from the Cheap Seats, The Ocean at the End of the Lane, Norse Mythology, The Graveyard Book, American Gods) Neil Gaiman book yesterday. (American Gods was my 1st Gaiman book)

Nevertheless, I’d still urge you to reread it. You can come back and message me about American Gods, I will gush feels at you.

(Man…. I still quite in love with that taxi driver chapter…. Sex… sex…..)



Phew, today was exhausting. I don’t normally take photos, but my first time at a live performance by @officialsteampoweredgiraffe was a special occasion!
The photos in order are me in my get-up for the Ren Faire, a photo I snapped of the band with the queen before they opened seating, my view from the second row, the band during their first song, and a very long-winded bit about singing a song about love!
Unfortunately didn’t get to stick around for merch and autographs, but what an experience!

Submission - Band AUs
  • We’re cleaning out our band lockers and why do you have a bottle of ketchup in there?? And a cactus?? (Feel free to change objects)

  • I have a perfect view of you from my seat, and you are by far the most beautiful human being ever

  •  “Why is everyone standing in a line?” “Someone brought in a(n) *insert instrument* and we’re all trying it out”

  •  This wasn’t the first time that I found myself locked in the tuba locker, and it would not be the last

  •  “Oh no” “What?” “We got it stuck in the Bari sax”

  •  I didn’t have any friends to sit with during this lunch, but you rescued me and now we’re eating together in the band room

  •  I just walked in on two people having a make out session in one of the practice rooms, and I am more uncomfortable than I have ever been before

  •  A bunch of band kids playing ‘don’t touch the lava’ but the band version ‘don’t touch the spit’

  • During a lockdown drill we are squished into the band storage room and I’m basically sitting on top of you, HELP

  • “If I hear someone play ‘Sleigh Ride’ ONE MORE TIME, I will BREAK their instrument!! It’s only FREAKING October!!”

  •  You keep hitting me with your *insert instrument* and I would be so pissed,, if I didn’t have a major crush on you

  •  For finals, we have to perform a solo for the class, and I simply will not

  •  I sneezed into my instrument while we were rehearsing and now it’s silent and everyone is staring at me

This time tomorrow I will have memories of flying a plane… I have never even been on a plane before within 2 hours I will have memories of the motor running, the view from the pilot seat, the jump in my chest the first time I am given the controls… the feeling of actively flying among the birds and clouds, places where it was once said angels flew… I am so ready for this this is really happening I am so happy

It’s A Christmas Miracle - Tom Phillips Smut

Pairing: Reader x Tom Phillips

Word Count: 3,829

Warnings: Smut and some swearing.

Also featuring ever so slight bashing of the characters Kevin Owens and Chris Jericho. Just the characters, not the actual people. Also guest appearance by Renee, who totally ships it.

Tagging: @therattlesnakedaughter-devon @hardcorewwetrash

I hope you guys like this, I was completely excited to write about this adorable man!

Originally posted by baleesi

Without a doubt, Tom Phillips was my favourite co-worker to share a car with when it came to travelling onto the next city that the WWE was due to appear in. He was funny, sweet, had great taste in music and most importantly, was guaranteed to get us to our destination in one piece. A quality which wasn’t to be overlooked. I had ridden with Cesaro before and speed demon didn’t even begin to cover it. Frankly, as must as I adored the Swiss (a truer gentleman I had never ever met), I was surprised he hadn’t been arrested yet.

So safe driving was definitely a pro in Tom’s column when it came to his position as my favourite travelling companion. The other big pro in his favour was that I liked him. Really, really liked him. Ever since we had met eight months ago, I had it bad for him. Nothing as cliché as love at first sight, but it hadn’t taken me that much longer to fall hard. As I mentioned, he was a complete sweetheart, especially on my first couple of weeks of working for the WWE. Those days, when I was convinced that I was a complete and utter bloody idiot, to not only leave behind my home country, but to travel on the road with a bunch of people that I didn’t know. We had met on the third day of my new employment, when I had to replace his mic that had died on him. He had been friendly and polite and he always made the effort to acknowledge me whenever he saw me around after that meeting. Soon enough he was taking me under his wing and showing me all the tips and tricks to make life on the road easier. When I was missing my family the most, he had taken me to this cafe that had made the best milkshakes I had ever tasted, knowing that they were my ultimate comfort food.

And it was through Tom, that I had met Renee, who was one my closest friends on the road. It hadn’t taken her long to figure out my feelings for the handsome interviewer. She was just that damn perceptive. She was also constantly trying to encourage me to admit my feelings to Tom. I had pointed out that it was easy for her to say that, when she was already shacked up with the Dean Ambrose and she had given up on her quest. For all of a week. She was convinced we would be good for one another. I knew that Tom had been through a pretty nasty breakup just last year and he was still very reluctant to talk about it.

I was waiting by our assigned car, my bags collected around my feet, as Tom was the one with the keys. I could see him approaching in the distance and I admired the cut of his tall figure against the foggy, winter air.

“Sorry for the wait. There was a delay booking out. The gift of Jericho decided to keep giving” he explained with a wry grin. I laughed in response to his explanation.

“No problem”.


We were nearly about 5 hours into a 6-hour drive, when the first signs of engine trouble began.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Tom swore out loud as the tell-tale thump of a sick engine reached our ears. I turned to look at him, suspicious at his choice of language. He rarely swore.  The only other times I had heard, it was when Kevin Owens and Chris Jericho continued to refuse to get his name right. And he had been very quiet during the drive so far. Quiet even for him.

It was when the smoke began to appear from the bonnet that he was forced to pull over. I didn’t even get the chance to say anything, before he had jumped out of the car, slamming the door behind him. From my view in the passenger seat, I could see him lift the bonnet exposing even more smoke to the air.

Alarmed by his tactless actions and not wanting him to get scalded by hot steam, I unbundled my seat belt and scrambled to join him. As I reached him, I grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the broken car and out of the danger zone as we stood still in the headlights.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, dropping his hand to hide mine in the deep pockets of my loose cardigan.

“The engine. Blown or something. If I could just…” he began to explain.

“I wasn’t talking about the engine,” I interrupted him gently. “What’s wrong with you?”.

Tom rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and I tried to ignore the small sliver of toned stomach that was exposed as his shirt rode up slightly.

“Sorry, I guess I’m being terrible company” he apologised.

“I don’t care about that. I care about you” I replied, probably firmer than I meant. He froze at that last statement and for a moment I worried that I might have crossed some kind of invisible boundary, before his body slumped and he relaxed.

“Five years. It would have been five years this month. Five years we would have been together,” he paused, chuckling darkly to himself.

“I don’t even know why I’m so upset. It’s not like I’m still in love with her. But five years is a long time. Maybe I was selfish to ask her to wait alone for such a long time. But I didn’t deserve to come home to her in our bed with him”. The words seemed to pour out of his mouth and his fists clenched by his side. On auto pilot I reached out, trying to ease the tension out of his white knuckles. At the  feel of my touch, he seemed to snap out of his daze to look down at my hand encasing his and I could feel his breath catch and I felt like I should say something.

“You didn’t deserve that. In fact you deserved a hell of a lot better than that. You don’t talk much about it, but I know that she knew what she was getting herself into, with regards to your job. You never hid it from her” I tried to reassure him.

I had never noticed how long his eyelashes were before, but I did now as his deep eyes watched me intently as I continued to talk.

“And…” I tried to continue, gathering up all the reserves of determination and confidence I could find as I stepped closer to him.

“And though she may not realise it yet, I happen to know she messed up the best thing that was probably ever going to happen to her”. I gripped the ends of the scarf he was wearing tightly in my hands, looking determinedly at him. I began to pull him towards me, as I raised myself onto tiptoes to press my lips against his.

I thought for sure he would pull away, but he surprised me when he wrapped his arms around my waist, closing any gap that had been between us. His kiss was pure passion, need and desperation. So desperate in fact, that I began to worry that all of this,  was more to do with making up for what he lost and that I could have been anyone. My worries were assuaged though when he pulled away momentarily to moan my name, drawing out the vowels of my name with such raw hunger that it erased any possible doubts.

As his lips returned to mine, he completely dominated the kiss, causing the blood to race around my body. He only pulled away when his hand reached to cup my cheek and I whined in disappointment at the loss.

“You’re cold” he commented as he caressed my cheek gently. He ignored my protestations as he shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders.

“Let me call a recovery truck before we freeze to death out here”.


It had taken a ridiculously short of amount of time for the tow truck to arrive to pick us up. The time spent huddled back in the car, as Tom blew on my hands in an attempt to warm them up. I could feel the arousal from the earlier kiss still crawling under my skin, even as the tow truck driver dropped us off at the hotel almost two hours later.

Tom paused in the middle of the reception area to turn to me. His body looming over mine as he stepped close, an almost hesitant look on his face as he leaned down to speak quietly in my ear.

“Will you come with me to my room?” he asked, his voice hurried. He straightened so suddenly that I almost thought he had given himself whiplash, his face wincing as he stumbled over his next words.

“Sorry that was crass. That came out a lot more blunt that I wanted it to”. I reached up to kiss him on the lips to silence him.

“Yes” I replied simply and watched as his face lit up. I waited for him to check in and prayed that I wouldn’t see anyone that we knew. If Kevin Owens ruined this moment, I might just strangle him with that championship belt he was so fond of.

My body was abuzz as we entered the elevator. I wanted to press my body to his like they did in those cliché romance movies, but I was carrying my luggage with me. Tom seemed to realise my struggle as he gripped my free hand in his, squeezing gently to indicate he was anticipating this as much as I was.

I barely remembered crossing the doorway into his room. Barely heard the door shut and click as it was locked. I barely heard the sound of our luggage falling to the floor. It was hard though to forget the moment he pinned me up against the back of the door. He picked up straight off from where he had left off earlier, his kiss just as eager, just as passionate. In the privacy of his room however, everything just seemed so much more hotter, warmer and more hungry for what I knew he could give me.

His hands moved quickly, almost frantically over by body, yet never seemed to miss exploring my most sensitive areas. His breath was ghosting along my collarbone, followed by his lips, his tongue and finally his teeth and I couldn’t help but buck my hips up against his.

“Y/N… Damn, do I need you so much” he gasped. A pleasurable, stinging sensation near the top of chest, informed me of the mark he had just left behind on my skin.

“Need you so much too, Tom. I’ve wanted this for long” I moaned out in reply. He seemed to moan at my response and suddenly I could feel his need pressing against my stomach.

“How long? How long have you wanted me?” he questioned. I remained quiet, suddenly shy, a result of both my own previous admittance and the intense burning in his eyes. Sensing my hesitation, Tom nipped firmly at my throat, grinding his hips down against me and causing me to moan.

“Come on, tell me, Y/N. Tell me what I want to hear. I want to hear you” he continued, nipping at my neck again in warning.

“Almost 8 months. Almost since the month we met” I gasped out, wanting to give him what he wanted. Damn, I wanted to give him everything .

“Fuck,” It was his time to gasp in response. “Well you don’t have to wait any longer, princess”.

I couldn’t help but purr in response to his term of endearment. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips. I ran my fingers through his hair and took the chance for me to dominate his lips with my own, while he was distracted with carrying me to the bed.

He fell back against said bed, leaving me straddling him, as he already began to tug my cardigan off, even before the mattress had settled beneath us.

“You’re beautiful” he murmured as we pulled my t-shirt off together, him leaning up on his forearms to press kisses to my upper stomach. I gasped as his lips teased over my skin, even at what must have been an awkward angle for him. He wasn’t complaining though, his nimble fingers reaching for the button of my jeans. I stilled his hands for a moment, my expression serious, his own suddenly nervous at my reaction.

“Do you really want this? Is this is some kind of rebound? Is this just to get back at her? Because I just need to know before we continue this” I confessed. I hadn’t wanted to ruin the moment, but I needed to know before we continued. If this didn’t mean to him, what it meant for me, well I could deal with that. It would hurt, but I genuinely cared about him and his friendship wasn’t some kind of second rate prize to me. I could see his expression grow determined, the line of his lips growing firm as he flipped us over, leaving him on top.

“You are amazing. And it’s you that I want. Just you,” he punctuated each word with a kiss to my cleavage, following the line of my bra.

“And what’s more. I am going to show you exactly how amazing I think you are”. By now his lips had trailed up my neck and he whispered the next statement into my ear.

“Now take your panties off for me, sweetheart”.

I was momentarily dazed by his words, but soon complied with his orders as I stripped out of my bottom layers. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him reach out for his wallet and retrieve a foiled square packet, before beginning to strip himself.

He had just managed to get down to just his boxers, the outline of his hard member pressing up and straining against the material, before I realised that I just had to touch him. I leaned forward, pressing kisses against his bare chest, an idea forming in my head. I travelled my lips to his left collarbone and began nipping at the tender skin there, before soothing the inflamed skin with my tongue. I was intent on leaving behind a matching mark to the one he had given me only moments earlier. Above me I could hear him moaning, his hand entangled in my hair. My hands drifted to his hip-bones, teasing the skin with the pads of my thumbs, before trailing my fingers teasingly along the band of his boxers. At this he tugged me up to look at him.

“Ah, ah. I have something to show you, remember?” he pointed out. Feeling mischievous, I looked down purposely at his bulge and inadvertently licked my lips.

“That you certainly do” I teased causing him to laugh, even as he pushed me back down onto the bed.

“We’ll get to that, I promise sweetheart” he told me between laughs before growing serious. “But first I’m going to make you come with just my hands”. At this I audibly gulped and my eyes dropped to his hands.

“Fuck, Tom”. I moaned it even before his hand could cup my mound teasingly. Something in the tone of my voice must have caught his interest and he paused in his attentions, causing me to say something not very polite.

“Have you thought about this before Y/N? Thought about my fingers on you? In you?” he questioned, his own voice dripping with arousal at the thought.

“Yes” I admitted, wriggling under his stilled hand. “Please Tom. Please. You said I didn’t have to wait anymore” I pointed out. There was no point in denying that I had fantasised about his hands before. How could I have not? The length of his fingers, how nimble they were, I could only imagine the places that they could reach. Except now I wouldn’t have to imagine.

“Fuck, so wet” he muttered, seemingly amazed as his fingers slid down my slit. My thighs clenched at his words and I could feel myself growing even wetter. I just prayed that he wouldn’t tease me. It looked as though my luck was in though, as I felt a single finger enter me, already curling at just the right angle, causing me to arch off the bed.

“Tom” I whined. A second finger joined the first and then a third, as he found a pattern that I liked,  moans falling from my lips even louder as his thumb found my clit. With every thrust of his fingers, I felt them curl to hit that magic spot inside of me. His thumb circled my clit at a completely different pace to his fingers moving inside of me and the contradiction threw me off course, drawing me closer to the edge, never knowing what to expect.

“Do you even know how fucking beautiful you look right now?” he told me as I started to ride back against his fingers. The coarse swearword brought me even closer to my edge, never having heard him swear as much as I had right now in this bedroom. I stilled my hips and gripped his wrist and despite his confusion, he allowed me to bring his wet fingers to my mouth. I could taste my essence on him, as I wrapped my tongue around each of his fingers and his free hand gripped the bedsheets tightly in response.

“Christ, what a tease” he moaned out, struggling to keep his breath. “Why did you make me stop?” he continued. “You were about to come. I could tell”.

“Want to come with you” I answered, watching his breath catch this time. His hands were suddenly hurrying to remove his boxers and I reached for the condom on the bedside table, tearing open the wrapper as carefully I could with my current limited control.

I kept my eyes on his face as I rolled the condom on, watching as his head fell slightly, mouth falling open at my touch. Tom reached for my hand and pressed the back of it to his lips, before hitching one of my legs over his hip. We both moaned simultaneously as he slid inside of me, my fingers inadvertently leaving behind indents on his shoulders as my grip tightened instinctively.

“So fucking warm” he muttered as he bottomed out inside of me.

“Move Tom. Please” I whimpered, not even caring if it sounded like I was begging. His thrusts though firm, were gentle as he first began to move, changing the angle of each stroke, as he endeavoured to find out what worked the best for the both of us. As we fell into a pattern, his thrusts began to get rougher. I pushed my hips back up against him as he worked me over, calling for him continuously as he made love to me.

“So, so good. Don’t stop” I managed to moan out as he continued to take my breath away.

“Not going to stop. Never going to stop” he groaned out loud, his hand travelling up my back and to the clasp of my bra. Never faulting from his pace and mid thrust, he peeled my bra away from my body. I moaned, my hand gripping his hair, as he first blew on a nipple causing it to pucker at the cold air, before his warm mouth enclosed around it. I moaned his name again as I felt his tongue flick over the sensitive point. Aroused, the heat pooling in my stomach, I resorted to kissing and nipping at any bare piece of skin I could reach. Tom groaned loudly, as I nipped slightly too hard at the place where his neck joined his shoulder and his mouth left my breast, pulling me into a bruising kiss instead. There was no doubt that he had the upper hand, as he completely dominated the kiss. In my passionate haze I could make out the new sound of the bed hitting up against the wall as our pace quickened.

“So, so close” I groaned, tightening my legs around his hips as much as I could.

“I got you, princess” Tom gasped against my lips, his fingers moving to reach between us, drawing tiny circles on my clit. I jolted and gasped at his touch, knowing that I was so, so close. I could tell that he was near his edge as well. His pace was becoming increasingly frantic and erratic, his grip on my hip almost bruising.

“Fuck, just like that” he moaned out as my hips continued to buck up against his, purposely clenching the muscles of my core around him.

More swear words fell from his plump lips as his hips suddenly stilled and he came. I followed him only moments after, his name dying out on my lips as my orgasm overtook me, lightning sparks traversing my core and all over my skin.

When I opened my eyes again, he was watching me, panting and sweat dripping from his forehead. I knew that I must be in the same state. He pressed his lips quickly to mine, before slipping from the bed to dispose of the condom. When he came back he pulled me into his arms, whispering for me to stay as he pulled up the covers around us. His touch was gentle as his fingers caressed my back, our breathing beginning to settle out, our bodies cooling.

In fact I could have quite happily fallen asleep right then, if it wasn’t for my phone buzzing. I would have ignored it, but my phone had fallen out of the pocket of my jeans and laid on the floor. From my position I could see Renee’s name, followed by a message asking me where I was as I hadn’t checked in yet. If I didn’t answer I knew she would worry and heaven forbid, send Dean looking for me.

I could feel Tom’s steady breathing against my neck and his hands had stilled their movements, leaving me to deduce that he fallen asleep. Carefully, so as not to disturb him, I reached for my phone.

From Y/N:

I’m safe and fine. With Tom x

From Renee:

As in with, with? 😶😁

My blonde friend was quick to reply and I barely restrained a laugh at her enthusiasm.

From Y/N:

Yes with, with him you dork 😛

From Renee:

I’m your dork. Totally called it though btw. Night sweetie x

I smiled at her message, however before I had the chance to reply to her and wish her a goodnight myself, another text from her sneaked into my inbox.

From Renee:

It’s a damn Christmas miracle! 😄😍 


I’ve been getting quite a few requests wanting to know how this happened, so I figured I’d just make a post with all of the pics from Liam the photographer. Basically, my original badass sign saying “Liam, take my phone #selfie #video” got lost somewhere in the stadium, and I was a bit bummed so during 5sos I went out, found a blank sheet and recreated it, thinking that it was better than nothing. I held up the sign several times for him, Zayn, and Harry and I think they all acknowledged it with like a glance or a smile but nothing. I did get a point and wave from Harry (which was great btw, very very cute) but I wanted my pic dammit.  I knew my best chance was Little Things, so I prepped myself and the guard to not block my view (I was one seat away from the catwalk), and as Lima sat practically in front of me, I held the sign up and just waited. He got through his verse and I was like- yeah okay, maybe now- but ZAYN freaking reached back and interrupted what I was hoping would be my moment, and I flailed bc it’s ziam (at that point, Zayn and Liam had already given me a years worth of interaction. My babes were chatty and smiley :D) , so I just focused on recording that. AND THEN…

Liam got up, walked in front of me, grabbed a towel, gave it to a uard to give a fan, and then sat down and looked directly at me and asked me to give my phone to him. I pointed at the guard and said/gestured if I should hand it to him instead and he said no, and motioned for me to toss it. I always said I would never becuase if I break my phone, I’ll be so mad, but guess who caved when Liam Payne asked? ME. I’m so see through, lmao. I tossed it so damn quick and then a flurry of things happened. All the girls around me freaked out, 3 guards rolled up saying yelling about stepping back and then PADDY fucking PADDY jumps in front of me and yells “DONT DO THAT AGAIN” . I yelled back .“HE ASKED FOR IT, SOZ”. LMAO. The other guard was like- Liam’s the bigger so..

Anyway, I missed most of the picture taking bc of all that, but I saw Paddy pose for my camera and I choose to believe that’s his apology to me. Liam called him over and gave him my phone to bring it back to me and he handed it with an annoyed smile. SORRY , you gotta share Liam and Zayn Paddy. I don’t make the rules.

And that is alllllll. Much love to tomfjord @giggleshrug hisroyalhighnessmalik and my bestie Lina for a great weekend. It’s j ust now hitting me, and I’m actually shaking so I gotta go. BYEEEEEE.

In truth, Kipling’s politics are not mine. But then, it would be a poor sort of world if one were only able to read authors who expressed points of view that one agreed with entirely. It would be a bland sort of world if we could not spend time with people who thought differently, and who saw the world from a different place. Kipling was many things that I am not, and I like that in my authors.
—  Neil Gaiman, The View from the Cheap Seats: Selected Nonfiction

Title: Begin Again 


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A/N: I put a lot of personal references to my life.

December 16th, 2015 the day I received a text message from my boyfriend of three years. Telling me he was breaking up with me. December 16th, the day my world came crashing down. The day that started my emotional down spiral of my emotions. I went into a very dark place. He told me he loved me. He told me that I was the one he wanted to be with forever and always, that my heart was in good hands. I guess forever and always was shorter than I originally thought. 

I fell into a deep depression. I was not sleeping, eating, laughing, or smiling. My whole body was numb to everything. There were moments where it hurt to even breathe. I cried every moment I was alone. It was like a cheesy soap opera, reading the letters he wrote me. “I will never leave you! You make my world better. I love you so much! When we finish college, I plan on marrying you!” I was an idiot for believing him. My heart shattered more and more with each letter I read over. That stupid scrapbook I made just for us filled with pictures, movie tickets we seen together, and special dates written. The first “I love you” and our first kiss. I had it all written down. The written dates now smudged from my tear drops falling on the pages.

My mom called asking me if I would take my nephews out for a day. I have not left the house unless needed, and it was starting to concern my parents. I was out of college, being a hermit, not leaving my room, and it was concerning them–rightfully so. I decided to make my nephews to see the Captain America exhibit, they have updated it ever since word got out that James Barns was alive. They also made an exhibit for him. Throwing on a t-shirt with my college’s logo plastered on the front, shorts, and some flip flops I went out the door to pick up my two nephews. One is ten and the youngest will be seven in a few days, I picked them up in my car and headed to the museum. Some Minecraft parody songs blaring through my speakers, which led to some raised eye brows when we stopped at red lights. I watched the boys singing and dancing in the back seat of my car from my rear view mirror, seeing them happy lifted my spirt somewhat. Their eyes were so full of joy without a care in the world, making me wish I was as joy filled as they were.

Walking through the museum was a bit more stress filled than I originally planned. Having to keep an eye on the youngest, Thomas, from touching things. The oldest, Alex, he would randomly stop and stare at an exhibit as I am trying to keep up with Thomas. “Thomas! Do not touch that! Alex, buddy, keep up please!” I felt some eyes watching me. I quickly looked around and seen a man in a white shirt with a jacket on, a navy blue hat, with a smile on his face. I took the boys’ hands as I felt a blush take over, quickly trying to get to the Captain America exhibit before he could see my red face. Finally arriving, I sat on a bench as I watched the boys look over everything, Alex was helping Thomas read over some information on the panels. They both had matching shirts on with the Cap’s shield on them. I was watching them closely as more people filled the exhibit. Jumping at a voice, “Your sons are adorable.” I turned to see the man that was watching me earlier was standing next to me, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” I just stared at him, his blue eyes that were hidden under his cap captured my attention. I was lost in them, his chuckle broke me from my gaze, “Sorry, um, no they aren’t my sons. They are my nephews.” He looked like he let out a breathe of relief at this information, as he looked at the empty spot next to me. I scooted over motioning for him to sit next to me, resulting in him happily obliging.

We sat in silence for a few moments, as I kept my eyes on the boys. They were now talking to some other boys, typical of Alex. He was a social butterfly, like I am–like I use to be, before the emotional downfall. Thomas was standing to the side listening, he acted all tough and brave, but he was a shy kid. It took him a little while before coming out of his shell. Once again, I felt eyes on me. I slowly looked over meeting those blue eyes of the man. He had a small smile on his face, I felt my face turning red again. “You blush easily.” He teased, I brushed my dark blonde hair behind my ear as I let out a small smile. I heard Thomas exclaimed, “Alex! Look! Aunt (y/n) is smiling!” I quickly looked up at the my nephews that were looking at me. Alex’s face lit up, “Yay! It’s been a while!” Both of them came running over to me leaving the boys they were talking to before. Alex froze as he spun back around toward the boys they were talking to, “We will be right back!” He then turned back around catching up to Thomas who was already in front me. 

Alex being first to speak, “What made you smile (y/n)?" 

I nervously slide my hands down from my thighs down to my knees, "Umm..” Unsure on how to respond to that. 

“I did.” The man next to me cut in, “I made her smile." 

Alex’s face lit up, "Well, thank you! She has been going through a really hard time. Her boyfriend broke up with her a few months ago. She has been really sad." 

"Alex!!” I harshly spoke. He always gave way too much information to people. My nerves shot up, it was as if I could hear my own heart pounding in my ears. I could see the man giving a sad smile as he scanned my body with his eyes in my peripheral vision. “Go back and talk to your friends! The show will be starting soon.” He nodded as he and Thomas took off back to their new friends. I slowly looked over at the man, “Sorry about that, Alex has not learned what to and what not to tell people.” I let out an awkward laugh. He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. It’s nice to meet you (y/n). This is about to get more awkward, I’m Steve.” I looked over at him as he held out his hand as he lifted his cap some revealing his face more. I took his hand as I glanced at the picture of Steve Rogers behind him, darting my eyes back at the man in front of me, “As in Rogers?” I whispered to him. He nodded as he pulled his cap back down. I nodded slowly, to his surprise I was not screaming or throwing myself at him. “Well, it is nice to meet you Steve.” I noticed I was still shaking his hand, “Sorry..” I let it go slowly not really wanting to.

We small talked until my nephews walked up, “(y/n), the show is about to start.” I nodded, “Then we best get our seats?” I smiled at them standing to my feet. I looked back at Steve, “Would you like to join us?” He smiled as he nodded, “I would love to.” The four of us watched the show about Captain America and the war. The boys had yet found out the hero himself was sitting with us. I planned on keeping it that way till we got home. After the show had ended, once again courage filled my body as I invited Steve to join us to get some frozen yogurt. To my surprise, he smiled as he happily accepted the offer. We sat at an outside table, and the way he interacted with my nephews made my heart smile. He would listen to their rambling about Minecraft and YouTubers they watched, asking about their school. They had a contest seeing who can scarf down the most frozen yogurt before getting a brain freeze. As I watched them all get wide eyed as the brain freeze hit each of them, I let out the first laugh I had in months. I covered my face with my hands. Resulting in Steve taking my hands in his, pulling my hands away from my face, and looking into my eyes, “I love your smile. I can see why your nephews missed it.” My face once again turned red as we just stared into each other’s eyes. His smile melted my heart. The gaze was broken when Thomas gasped, the two of quickly looked at him, “Are you Captain America!?” He THANKFULLY said it quietly with yogurt in his mouth. Steve chucked as he nodded and put his finger to his lips, 

The boys’ mouths were dropped as they slowly nodded. 

I took out my phone and took a group picture of us before we left, my body shivered at the feeling of Steve touching my waist for the picture. As I closed my back door of my car when Thomas climbed in, Steve was rubbing the back of his neck. I turned and seen him avoiding eye contact with me as he kept shifted on his feet. I tilted my head, “What’s wrong?” He shook his head, “Nothing, I just–I’m not good at this.” I raised an eye brow, “At what?” He took a deep breathe, as he locked eyes with mine, “May I have your number? I would really like to see you again.” My mouth dropped, “Really? Why?” He chuckled, “Are you really asking me that?” With a grin on his face, “You’re a wonderful girl. I would really love to spend time with you again..I mean, if you want to–if not I understand.” His confidence was slowly fading as a sheepish smile came across his face. I held out my hand, making him raise an eyebrow, “You’ll need my number in order to do that.” His face lit up as he pulled his phone from his pocket quickly. We swapped phones typing in our numbers. Steve looked behind me and began laughing as he pointed to my car, spinning around my eyes widened at the sight. The boys had my notebook and had drawn a heart with our names written in it, along with two stick figures kissing. I frantically stood in front of the window blocking the view, even though Steve had obviously seen it, “I am definitely leaving them with their parents when we hang out!” He threw his head back as he let out a laugh as I continued with a smile on my face, “I am being serious!” After he had stopped laughing Steve opened his arms, “Is it okay if I give you a hug?” My breathe got caught in my throat, “Uh–yeah!” As he wrapped me in his arms, a warmth shot through my body, a feeling of peace, happiness, basically every positive feeling all at once filled my body. I did not want to let go. I closed my eyes at the smell of his body filled my nostrils. I was lost in the moment. His hand slowly rubbed up and down my body, “(Y/n), get a grip! You just met this guy!” I thought to myself, but my body refused to let go. Finally I snapped out of it as I quickly stepped back, surprising Steve, “Sorry..” I moved my hair behind my ear, “It’s been a while since someone hugged me–like that.” Steve nodded, “I understand. Expect another like that next time I see you.” Giving me a wink. I went to say something, but some noises caught my attention. I turned to see my nephews making kiss faces at us through the window; looking back at Steve who was blushing as bad as I was, “I will call you tonight. I am so sorry about them!” I said quickly, hitting the window with my hand. He was holding back a laugh as he smiled, “I’ll be waiting.”

Why Songs Get Stuck in Your Head

Few people are spared the occasional experience of being gripped by the obstinate unfolding of an imagined line of music. Although the sound might not exist at the present moment in the real world, or be audible to anyone else, it can seem compellingly, maddeningly real. An episode of this sort often seems more like the reliving of a tune than the simple remembering of it.

If I remember hearing a concert performance of Brahms’s Second Symphony, the memory might include something about the hall, the view from my seat, how many movements there were, the perfume of someone in the row behind me, a bit of lush orchestral timbre, and the expressive resonance of the piece. But if the second theme gets stuck in my head, it’s a totally different experience—I seem not to remember, but rather to rehear the entire thing. A quality that distinguishes it from most imaginings as well as most memories is its repetitiveness: Once the tune comes to an end, it loops around and starts playing again from the beginning.

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3 Stories from Texas

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I used to work about 40 minutes away from where I currently live, and I live in the middle of NOWHERE.This place was a literal cow field that belonged to my ex’s aunt. A community just seemed to pop up overnight, and when we moved here, they were still building.

Nearby, there are still cow fields. One has a long road leading from a railroad station to the back of my housing neighborhood. The road is paved, but has no lines to separate the traffic lanes, so you kind of drive it at your own risk.

Well, being in the middle of Texas, there are always a crap ton of cows around. So occasionally on the drive home late at night, I would take the long senic route, down this road. Sometimes there would be cows, and most of the time they were in a different field.

This night, I didn’t think anything differently. I took the quiet ways home because it was a beautiful clear night and the moon was so bright everything had shadows in the white light. As a kid, I was freaked out by werewolves. They were big powerful creatures that could eat you alive, or worse… change you. I had nightmares frequently, but this night, I didn’t feel like i was in danger or anything. There were reports of missing animals in my neighborhood, and there were always lost pet signs hanging on the lights and signs.

Being Texas, I figured it was coyotes, and a lot of it probably was. But that night in the moon, I saw something that made me think differently. I alays drive down that road slowly, it’s about a mile long and there isn’t ever light out there, so I take my time and relax. I liked to reflect back when I drive on the road alone.

But as I was driving down, edging closer to my neighborhood, only going about 20 miles an hour, I looked in one of the fields, because something had caught my eye. It was moving, and I thought it was a cow. So, I slowed down a little bit and looked at it in the moonlight. Then, as it looked at me… AT ME, not my car… He looked in my eyes… And then got on two legs and took off, around the same time as I hit the gas pedal and took off. It wasn’t a cow, because there were none in that field that night. It wasn’t a cow, because they don’t run on two legs, and if it was a person dressed in a costume (like for hunting, looking like a pile of grass) why did they do that, how did they look me in the eye, and how the hell did they run so fast?

In truth. I don’t know what I saw. Some nights I hear howling in the distance, but  I choose to think it’s just coyotes. To this day, I will not drive on that road when its dark outside.


This happened, not long ago on another long stretch of road in the middle of no where. My friend and I went on a drive in my new Jeep, just to get a feel for it, and just to get away for a while. So, I took her to the place I said i would go to if the world ever fell apart in a zombie apocalypse. This takes about 20 minutes to get to from my house, and it is probably the best place. There’s a huge hill just to the north of it, and on the way there, it’s an extremely hilly road.  But once you turn, you see a straight road (I’ll upload a picture of it for you in a moment after I send this to you). This straight road is completely straight for probably around 5 miles, and then has a turn that leads up to a house and a dilapidated barn. Some people live there with a few horses.

I took my friend out to where I liked to sit and think, which is at the end of that long stretch of road, just off the road by where the turn is. Now, this road isn’t close to any highways. In fact, there are no light sources at all out here. No lamp posts, nothing but that house, and up on the hill, a small office building. There really is to explanation for what happened…

After I parked my car, I turned it off, and turned my lights off so we could admire the stars and talk. and I started talking. I pretty much drove straight off the straight road, so if anyone was coming down the road, we’d be able to see their headlights in the rear view mirrors and out the back window. We started talking and she looked at the side mirror, and saw a light coming, and watched it. Then, she looked out the back and then looked back at the side mirror. I asked what was wrong, and looked out my side mirror and saw a car coming, it’s headlights clear on the road. I thought nothing of it, until she said “look out the back window” that car hadn’t turned, and from my drivers seat, I could see the rear view mirror, and a car headed toward us, but when I turned to look out the back, it was pitch black. What’s worse is it sounded like a car was coming. You could hear tires on pavement, and the engine… But there was no car. In the rear view mirror, it always looked like it was getting closer to us, slowly, but when we looked back we saw nothing.

Like all friends would do in this situation, she brings up the lady in white story and says she believes in it. So, she said we should leave before the mystery car reaches us, in the mirrors of course. So, I started my car and flipped on my lights and had to back out onto the road and make a 3 point turn to get going. This was the most horrifying part, because she started panicking and we could hear the car coming… we just couldn’t see it and I felt like there was a car coming that was going to t bone us while I was trying to move my car.

Needless to say, we hauled ass getting out of there.


The ghost in my room

When I first moved here, it was a new neighborhood with brand new houses and everything. But there was also a lot of paranormal activity going on around the neighborhood (So much so, that we have our own neighborhood paranormal society).

The first night I spent in my  room, I didn’t sleep much. Not just because we had just moved there, but because the day I left my old house, a close friend of mine committed suicide. He had promised to be my valentine, and the morning of valentines day, his mother had gone in to check on him because the school called and said he never showed up. She found him on his bed, he had died sometime during the night from an overdose of Xanax. (Later on, I was told it was a confirmed suicide not accidental OD)

It was so hard moving and missing his funeral, and while we drove, I cried a lot.

The first night alone in what was going to be my room was hard. It was creepy, and smelled like a new home (which smells a lot like carpet). But I kept on hearing noises and when I woke up, a few of my boxes had shifted during the night. I figured they were just settling.

Fast forward a few months, and weird stuff starts happening at a much higher level. After my birthday party (I had my boyfriends presents on my dresser, one of which was a body wash bottle of coconut creme body wash. He knew my favorite smell was coconut.)

My friend was sleeping over, and after I turned the lights out and got into bed, I was rolling over when all of a sudden, the body wash bottle flew across the room and hit my friend’s feet, and rolled off the bed. She screamed and ran out of my room so fast she slid on the carpet wearing socks. We ended up sleeping in the living room that night, and it was my duty to go in my room and get blankets and pillows. When I opened my door again, my body wash bottle was sitting upright on the foot of my bed… Which isn’t how it landed, and no one picked it up. It was also freezing in my room. It wasn’t a draft, because my window is closed. and the house it kept at around 70 degrees at night. but in my bedroom it was cold enough that I was able to see my breath. Naturally I grabbed what I could reach and ran.

In the morning, it seemed like a less scary place,and as I put stuff back in my room, I looked at my wall, there was a white stain on it that looked like someone had squirt the body wash on it. But the pump of the body wash wasn’t even up and it was’t open. There are 2 spots on my wall that are still stained.

I didn’t know what to think, and told my parents.

A few months after that, I was trying to find a book in the bookshelf in my closet and couldn’t find it anywhere. When I went to climb in bed that night, I pulled back my covers and there it was. On top of missing books, my makeup would move while I was trying to get ready for work or school. One time I reached for my foundation which I had set on my dresser and it wasn’t there. I found it sitting on my bed, and another day, my makeup ended up in the kitchen.

One day when I came home from school, I went to grab a textbook to do my homework and opened my closet to get the book and all of my books were on the closet floor, but the bookshelf was fine. nothing was broken and because it’s built into the wall, it can’t tip or anything.

I picked them up and grabbed my book and started doing my homework. When I walked back in there, there was a book sitting in the middle of the floor. I took it and put it back on the shelf. By now I was figuring it was my friend’s spirit who was messing with me.

Some nights, I would talk  to him, and tell him about my day, just staring at my ceiling and talking because I could feel him there, even if I couldn’t see him.

One day when I got home from school, I opened my closet, and all of my books on one row were gone, I ended up finding them under my bed.

After about a year of this, he started to get more violent toward me, and begin to scare me more. Turing my lights on and off and my tv on and off. Even my radio would turn on randomly as if he wanted my attention.

I seeked out help and called a paranormal investigation team and asked if they could come to my house. The guy I was on the phone with was extremely belligerent and said they wouldn’t investigate until the entity actually hurt me. He wanted proof of physical damage done by the entity. By now, I was in tears because I wanted it gone. It started as fun and games and turned into violence and fear.

One night, I had my last straw. After turning in bed, I opened my eyes a little and he was standing in the corner of my room just staring at me. But he didn’t try to come near me. He just stared and he looked like he had just died, his eyes were sunken in and his lips were blue, even though the entire entity was a bluish cloudy color. His eyes were very dark.

After I saw that, I pulled the covers over my head and cried.

At this point, I found a guy on facebook, and forged a friendship with him. We both knew about ghosts and he said he had gotten rid of his by telling it that it was no longer welcome.

So, one night after getting home from school (I was home alone) I sat down on my bed, and waited until I could feel him there with me. Then I began to tell him that it was time for him to move on. I was in tears and I could barely speak, but I told him it was time for him to go, and he was no longer welcome in my home. And after I said that, I felt like he was gone. It was nearly as painful as losing him the first time, but not feeling him there made me feel like I lost a part of my heart.

To this day, there has been no more paranormal activity at my house. I think telling him to leave was the right thing to do. Letting a spirit stay in the middle where they don’t belong is cruel and they can turn angry or frustrated. 

I will be sending pictures of the stains on my wall, where I saw what I believed to be the werewolf, and the picture of the road with the ghost car tomorrow or the day after.I have to send them to my laptop from my cell phone.

You are not alone!

After Taylor sang Ronan, I looked over at Mama Swift (because I had a clear view of her from my seat) and she was wiping tears off her face and I did a hand heart up high in the air and I THINK she saw… I’m not 100% sure obviously, but I’d like to think she saw. She’s such a strong woman and she has raised such a strong, beautiful, inspiring daughter.