time to forget the colour of my eyes

i’ve been around long enough to know that the good things never last and your friends are probably telling you that you’re better off without me and my friends are telling me that i could have done better anyways.
but between the words of others and those times we remind ourself to not think about each other and those times we are so occupied by everything but still feel each others names popping up in our minds every fucking time we think we are so busy that how is it fucking possible that we are thinking of each other and how we rotted out and how what we had, the love we had wasn’t enough to outlive us, but silly of me to think that love can out live us i’m 17 and your 18 what do we know about something outliving us fuck people have cars older than us and fuck people have been around double the amount of time we have, how could i have even imagined us outliving love.
no matter what anyone tells us we can’t forget those late night drives on those friday night that we made plans about our futures together, how we saw the world in bright colours with each other by our sides, we both know what we felt was real and real things don’t die out at least never completely.
Those late night drives where id be falling asleep on the passenger seat but id open my eyes to make sure you were okay, i always fucking asked if you were okay i guess me always wanting to know how you felt was my way of saying i love you so much and i guess your way of loving me was driving me home every single time and blasting the heating when i was cold even though you weren’t or changing the song when you knew i didn’t like it. 
we all show our love in different ways maybe thats why things fuck up but one thing i know for sure is that we loved, we loved so fucking much.
it was those text me when you get home and be safe and it was me always telling you to stop changing the songs on your iPod as you were driving. 
no one was there but us two; only we felt what we felt so i don’t care if people say i could do better and you shouldn’t care if people think you’re better off without me, your touch is tattooed to my skin and i never liked the idea of something permanent until i met you,  i tried burning you out with vodka and we all know i hate vodka but the burning sensation in my throat wasn’t strong enough to get you off my mind and i wasn’t drunk enough to forget you all it did was remind me of what we had and how we died so fast.
flowers die when people pick at them, and i guess we were a lot like flowers people picked at what we were and what we had until we died.
i wish i could say our love really died like you fell in love with another girl who looks a little like me but her eyes didn’t light up when she saw you and her smile wasn’t what caught your attention. 
i wish i could say you stopped loving me
but mostly i wish i could say that you would have fought for us maybe thats what makes love outlive people is that they try and try and try until there is no more love to outlive but we are so full of love i guess we can blame it on the timing was wrong and we were too young.

-i’ve been around long enough to know that love doesn’t outlive people people outlive love.

~j (reeject)

Speak Now

Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible


A/N: I wrote this so long ago and now I’m finally creating the courage to publish it here. I hope you all enjoy. And please, let me know. Feedback is everything.

Warnings: a little bit of cursing and lots of fluff. slightly angsty. also, this was based on the song “speak now” by taylor swift. 

Word Count: 1400

“I’m out for five months and when I finally get back, he’s about to get married?” I shrieked, shaking my head in disbelief.

Frustrated with my response, Julia O’Brien sighed, dropping her shoulders in defeat. She had been the one imbued with the responsibility to tell me the news. But I simply couldn’t believe what the girl had told me. I mean, it all happened so fast! There’s no way my poor head would be able to assimilate it. In fact, it never even occurred to me that I’d lose the love of my life. No, no way.

I should explain how my life came to this mess, right? Oh, well, it all began with me having to go away so I could help my sister out; she had just given birth, to a eight pound baby, yes, poor woman, and needed someone to take care of her, mainly because her husband was this huge wanker and refused to his job as a partner. This, alongside my mother’s constant preaching, made me feel bad, which means I ended up accepting it. Of course I didn’t want to leave my life behind, but I refused to be the bitch who wouldn’t lay a hand to her own flesh and blood. 

Do I have to say it was extremely stressful? Fuck, I can swear that I never hated my name more in my entire life. “Y/N, watch out for Jimmy!”, “Y/N, bring me tea!”, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!”. I must admit that, for a brief second, I fantasized about killing my sister. Or kill myself. Who knows? It would be a lot faster and I could leave a note blaming my sister for the whole thing.

Alright, I’m done with the acid comments.  

The real problem was, actually, that she lived in a small town far away from London. It was so isolated that I could pretty much say she lived in a farm. And I couldn’t just be travelling all the time, therefore its location forced me to move there. It would only be a few months, so I didn’t see why I shouldn’t do it. Who would have guessed that, in the meantime, my boyfriend, or so I thought he was, whom I loved and trusted deeply, would get engaged and would be about to marry another woman? Oh, God, he is even at the church right now! 

“Y/N, it wasn’t his wish to be marrying her. He loves you more than anything in this world. You know that.” Julia argued, her brown eyes trying to persuade me. "Still, my parents forced him to do it. She’s the daughter of a big ass business man who works with my father and-” 

"Stop it right there!” I quirked a brown, narrowing my eyes, clearly infuriated. “Dylan is grown man, he doesn’t need anyone making his choices for him.”

"Yeah, Y/N, but you have to understand he wasn’t given much of a choice…”

“I don’t want to, and I won’t, understand this, Jules.” My voice was strangled, I could feel the tears welling up on my eyes. “I can’t do this.”

Oh, fuck no!

I would not let my gorgeous pumpkin tie the knot with someone else without at least explaining to me what the hell was this entire thing about. Clumsily standing up from the couch I was sitting on, I ran out of the house, not even giving a word to my former sister-in-law. I needed to act quick, otherwise I would lose him forever.

I’m not a kind of girl

Who should be rudely barging on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy

Who should be marrying the wrong girl

Julia had said that the church was close to their home, so I didn’t bother to get my car and drive there. It was time to put into practice all my years of jogging. It didn’t take long for me to spot the beautiful arranged place. The same one his parents got married. 

Due to my running, the short sundress I had on was drenched in sweat; not that I cared, though. I could only set my thoughts on the lots of people who were coming in and out of the church. By the looks of it, the ceremony was yet to start. 

I stealthily walked in, watching the guests buzzing around me and trying to recognise them; but they were completely unknown. That was until I found his best friend standing next to the old looking priest. Tyler had a tired expression on his face, like he rather be anywhere else but here. I saw his other friends as well; they were seated on the front row, mirroring Posey’s traits. No one appearing to be happy. Not even her parents, who set it all up.

I sneak in and see your friends

And her snotty little family all dressed in pastels

As I went a little deeper into the church, I heard someone loudly complaining in the back. I quickly recognised the grumpy person as Britt Robertson, Dylan’s ex. He had told me about her a few times and I never really pictured her as the obsessive type. I was obviously wrong. 

Britt was yelling at one of her bridesmaids, clearly quite annoyed by something the poor girl had done prior my arrival. But, as much as I was delighted to hear her in such a bad mood, I still wanted to find Dylan in that sea of people. In my mind, I thought I could convince him to ditch this whole thing and run away with me.  

Nevertheless, before I could find him, the nuptial march started to play in the background, announcing the wedding’s beginning. Despite it being a joyful sound, I started to feel nauseated by it and a few disgusted shivers went down my spine. 

From behind a curtain, I watched her slowly walk inside the church, so full of herself, looking like a freaking model. My mind screamed that I should be the one in her shoes. Wearing a white gown, moving happily towards the man I loved, not her. Not someone who treated him like a prize. 

And the organ starts to play

A song that sounds like a death march

And I am hiding in the curtains

It seems that I was uninvited

By your lovely bride to be

She floats down the aisle like

A pageant queen

When she got there, everyone sat down and I was finally able to see him. Dylan was standing next to the priest, looking handsome as ever in a black tuxedo. His brown hair messy, his pink lips in a straight line and a ghost of the scruff I loved so much against my legs were there, brightening him. Everything seemed to be unchanged. Except for his eyes. The beautiful whiskey coloured eyes I fell for had lost the sparkling beam I saw every time he looked at me. They seemed tired. Sad. Which should make me happy, but instead, I was saddened, a sinking feeling reaching my stomach as if I had been punched. 

Fear crept through my form completely, making my hands shake and making me forget what I was supposed to say. Should I really disrupt this marriage? Would I be this kind of girl? The answer was clear in my head: Yes, I would. Despite being selfish, I needed Dylan in my life. I could not afford to lose him. 

I bit my bottom lip, sitting down and deciding to wait for a while. It wasn’t the time to speak up. No, I’d wait for the priest’s words, then I would act. Yes, it sounds like a good plan.

Do not say yes, let’s run away now,

I’ll meet you in the aisle of the church by the back door

Do not wait, or say a single vow,

You need to hear me out,

And they said speak now

The minute I heard him say “speak now or forever hold your peace”, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to stop this bloody joke right now. So I rushed to the church’s entrance, walking down the red carpet until I was in front of the couple. In front of him. He seemed surprised when our gazes mingled together, but it swiftly faded away, being replaced by tenderness. Only then his lips curled into a smile. Plus, in that moment, I didn’t care how crazy this was, I just went and linked our mouths together, fully aware of the horrified looks everyone was shooting at us. I couldn’t care less, though. 

I pulled away, locking my gaze on Dylan’s. Suddenly, it all felt right again, despite my awful bad timing. He gave me a reassuring look, squeezing my hand and making me feel unique, like he always did. Oh, damn you, O’Brien!

“Don’t this to me please.” I quietly begged, not bothering to understand Britt’s angry squeals. “I love you so much, Dyl.”

“And I love you, Y/N.” He then looked at everyone inside the church, his eyes apologetic. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t marry. Not when I love her. This was a huge mistake.”    

I hear the preacher say

‘Speak now or forever hold your peace’

There’s a silence, there’s my last chance,

I stand up with shaky hands

All eyes on me,

Horrified looks from everyone in the room

But I’m only looking at you

I never really believed in fairytales or happy endings. It just wasn’t my thing. However, from time to time, they do happen. And as I firmly intertwined Dylan’s slim fingers on mine, running far away from that dreadful scene, I was sure that I would never again doubt that true love existed. 

Not ever. 

And you’ll say” let’s run away now,

I’ll meet in the aisle in my tux by the back door

Baby, I did not see myself,

I’m glad you were around

When they said speak now

Prompt number nine - “You don’t remember last night at all, do you?” for @suzunesays

I watched as Yukimura stumbled out of his room, his eyes squinting against the light of the sun streaming in through the windows. His shirt was buttoned wrong, the hem of one side a button higher than the other side, his collar sitting unevenly against his neck. “Good morning,” I said, glancing over at the clock on the stove. “Or more accurately, good afternoon.”

I watched as his eyes went as round as saucers, a blush creeping up from beneath that crooked collar until every inch of visible skin was a warm pink. “Wh-what are you doing here?” he stammered, flinching back and raising a hand to his hand, visibly pained by the sudden movement.

“Cooking brunch,” I replied, flipping the last of the eggs I had just scrambled onto three plates. Lifting one in each hand and balancing the third on my forearm, I walked around the kitchen island towards the cozy breakfast nook set off to the side of Yukimura’s open concept living area. If you had asked me a moment before, I would have said it wasn’t possible for Yukimura to get any redder, but I would have been wrong.

“Are you – “ he paused and cleared his throat as his voice broke a little. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

I glanced down at my current outfit (to use the word loosely). Yukimura was enough taller than I was to ensure that all the scandalous bits were covered, but not so much taller that it didn’t reveal a long expanse (well, “long” in the relative term) of leg. The sleeves were rolled into a chunky wad of fabric at my elbows – they had dangled too far past my fingers for me to cook with.

“Yes – you said it was okay. In fact, you insisted,” I said, looking back at him quizzically. I set the plates down onto the woven placemats, next to the glasses of orange juice. I gestured towards one of the chairs. “Sit. Eat.”
Yukimura stumbled over to the table and collapsed into the of the seats, his eyes dazed. “I – insisted?” he said, taking in the contents of the plates. I was quite proud of myself – the bacon came out perfect, and the pancakes were light and fluffy. “Wh- why are there three plates?”

“For Saizo, of course,” I said, confused. Saizo chose that exact moment to walk into the room, steam wafting out from the bathroom behind him, wearing only a towel around his neck and a pair of Yukimura’s sweatpants. Yukimura’s blush, which had partly faded for a brief moment, flared back into life again.

“S-s-s-Saizo is here, too?” Yukimura said, his voice sounding strangled.

“Of course, dear; where else would I be after last night?” Saizo drawled, throwing the towel behind him without even looking, which of course hung itself up on the door handle after flying in a perfect arch behind him.

“Honestly, Yukimura, you’re acting like you weren’t even expecting to find us here,” I said, sitting down at the table and lifting a fork.

“W-well, I,” he began to say before Saizo leaned over Yukimura’s shoulder and shoved a piece of bacon into Yukimura’s mouth.

“Hush up and eat, little lord,” Saizo said as he moved to take the last seat. “It’s rude to not eat what you’re served.”

I sent a quick smile towards Saizo. I could always count on him to remind Yukimura of the practical things in life. Yukimura’s face returned to its normal colour as we ate, his eyes darting between me and Saizo nervously the whole time. Predictably, both men ate much quicker than I did. “There’s more in the oven if you’re still hungry,” I offered, as Yukimura practically licked his plate clean.

“Yes, please,” he replied, standing.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” I said, waving him back down and moving toward the kitchen. Knowing Yukimura, he’d forget the oven mitt and burn his hand. Yukimura’s eyes shot straight to my legs before he quickly turned his head and plopped back into his chair, a flush rising to his face again.

“So, um,” he began, fidgeting with his fork as I placed the warm food in the centre of the table. “Where… where are your clothes?”

I exchanged a glance with Saizo. I mean, I knew Yukimura had been pretty drunk, but I didn’t think he would have been able to forget something like last night.

“You don’t remember last night at all, do you, little lord?” Saizo said, snagging a piece of bacon from the plate and bringing it to his mouth, raising an eyebrow at Yukimura.

“R-remember what?”

I met Saizo’s eyes again, a quick flash of understanding going unvoiced between us like a laser except not blinding.

I let out a dramatic gasp, causing Yukimura to look over at me in alarm from his current activity of shoveling more food onto his plate. “You forgot a night as unforgettable as last night? I mean, the things you did to me. The things you did to Saizo!”

“You couldn’t get our clothes off fast enough, little lord,” Saizo said, reaching his arms out in a long, languid stretch (which I couldn’t help but admire. He moved like a shadow made of rubber, but like, SEXY rubber, you know?).

“I’ve never had such a hot experience with two men before,” I continued, as Yukimura stood abruptly and staggered back, tripping over his chair and landing with an inelegant thump on the floor, bumoing his head against the wall. His entire chest, neck, and face were a bright crimson, enhancing the bright blue of his wide, shocked eyes.

“I… you… we…” Yukimura choked out, barely managing words. I stood and rushed over to Yukimura’s side, checking the back of his head for any lumps or cuts. Saizo remained in his seat, blithely continuing to eat his breakfast. Yukimura flinched as I found a spot on his head, stroking my fingers through his surprisingly silken tresses.

“Sorry,” I muttered. Okay, it was less funny now that someone got hurt. Taking pity on Yukimura, I said, “We were just teasing you, but you kinda deserved it.”

“Kind of? He very much deserved it,” Saizo declared from the table, leaning over to take a pancake that had been sitting on Yukimura’s plate.

“Okay, you super duper deserved it,” I agreed.

“What did I do?” Yukimura asked, his body stiff and motionless as I held his head and softly stroked the sore spot soothingly, as if he was afraid I’d leave if he moved. As if. His hair was super soft.

“You basically lit us on fire.”

“I did what?” he yelped, finally jerking away from me.

“Yeah, you were telling some story about fighting with someone at your martial arts thing and spilled brandy all over me. Then when you tried to apologize and clean it off, you knocked over a candle onto me. And then when Saizo tried to help put me out, you knocked the other candle onto him. Clearly, we couldn’t wear our own clothes, and I wasn’t going to go home wearing nothing but this.” I gestured towards myself. “And Saizo decided that if I was staying here, he may as well stay here too.”

Hiding his face in his hands, Yukimura said, “I am never drinking again.”

b l o o d l e t t i n g ; | “what love did then, love does now: gnaws me through”

i. i will posses your heart - death cab for cutie ii. degausser - brand new iii. come as you are (cover) - civil twilight iv. looking too closely - fink v. makedamnsure - taking back sunday vi. bigmouth strikes again (cover) - placebo vii. it’s not a side effect of the cocaine, i am thinking it must be love - fall out boy viii. unconsolable - x ambassadors ix. no answers - amber run x. jesus christ - brand new xi. haunt//bed - the 1975 xii. you’ve haunted me all my life - death cab for cutie xiii. the boy who blocked his own shot - brand new xiv. hello, i’m in delaware - city and colour

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Characters: Jimin x Reader, Jimin’s POV

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: He saw you in the crowd, looking beautiful as ever. He looked at you, then looked away, sadly thinking to himself, “She’s just a fan.”

A/N: So, this based on a vine that I saw tonight on my newsfeed, I watched it for 15 minutes straight crying, and even though I’m not finished studying for today, I really needed to write this.

“Ready Jiminie?” Hobi said, giving me a light pat on the back. It was a routine, every night before a show; he asked me the same thing, and I would reply with a simple nod paired with a vague smile.

Of course I was ready, this was what I lived for. Performing. 

But there was something special about tonight’s show. It was my hometown. The people in the crowd felt a connection to me, and I could not let them down. I rolled my shoulders, trying to relax the nervousness that unwillingly filled my body. 

The curtains drew back, and blinding white lights focused on our forms, as if they were exposing our secrets to the crowd. A smile emerged on my face as I took in the marvelous sight before me. No matter how many times I performed, I would never get used to this. This experience of being cheered on, of being wanted, of being loved. It was what I had always dreamt of.

The music cued and our performance began, every lyric memorized, every motion flawless.  Soon all seven of us were in our own worlds, lost in the music and loving every second of the melodies, our own creation. My nervousness vanished, and the only thing pumping through my veins now was adrenaline.

As the music silenced for our individual talks, I turned to face the crowd. 

And that’s when I saw her.

Her hair was dark and long, framing her curved face exquisitely. It flowed over her shoulders in natural waves. Her jawline was soft, unlike all the females I was used to seeing. Her lips plump, curved into a beautiful smile. Her eyebrows perfectly arched, paired with eyes that were bright with excitement and happiness. The colours were difficult to determine at our current distance. I found myself staring and squinted at her, trying to distinguish the colour, but failing miserably.

Hobi Hyung nudged my side, signaling that our next performance was beginning. I glanced away from the beautiful stranger in the crowd and shook my head.

No, she’s just a fan.

As I continued to perform, I found my eyes drifting to her repeatedly. To see if she was enjoying herself. To see if she was okay. To simply see her for a moment longer.

As the night came to end, I glanced at her once last time. 

Forget about her Jimin, she’s only a fan, I chanted to myself over and over again. But for some reason, the words wouldn’t stick.

As I turned to leave the stage, I had only one regret.

 I wish I had seen the colour of her eyes.

“Jimin Hyung, I’m thirsty,” Jungkook whined, pulling my arm and leading me into a convenience store. What was with this kid and convenience stores? 

Jungkook went to the back and brought two bottles of banana milk. Any normal person would think that one was for him and the other was for me, but no, both of those bottles were for him to enjoy.

 “Would this be all for today, sir?” I looked up at the cashier, and my breath caught in my throat.

“Yes,” Jungkook replied for me, because it seems I had lost my voice. Only one thought was going through my head as her eyes met mine.

 Her eyes are brown.

did you enjoy it? I couldn’t leave you with a sad ending from that vine.

Stuck In The Middle With You

Imagine catching Dwalin staring at your breasts.

Dark waves shone in the lamplight as you dragged the thick bristles through your loose locks delicately. You admired the ripple of your hair as you sat hypnotized by the motion reflected in the mirror before you. It was a calming habit you had fallen into since the Mountain had been reclaimed. Upon the journey to Erebor, your hair had been left unkempt in favour of your axe as you tended to it every night with your whet stone. Now that there were no foe to swing your blade at, you needed less dangerous hobbies…and not just for your own sake.

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A While Now | Oh Sehun


Word Count1.2k

Summary - In which you are EXO’s stylist noona and the boys are constantly trying to hint Sehun’s huge crush on you.



Originally posted by wooyoung


“Noona! Baekhyun took my chicken again!” Jongin belted from across the dressing room as I spotted Baekhyun next to him with a smug smile and a finished chicken bone.

“Y/N ah! Kyungsoo punched me again” Chanyeol wailed, clutching onto his injury while I stood there contemplating my life choices. I’d gotten a job as SM’s head idol stylist a few months ago and never in my life had I worked with a group this disruptive yet so weirdly wonderful. The boys were always open with me whenever we’d be together before shows or other events, especially because I was older than some of them so it made it easier for them to share things with me. With the exception of one obviously,  Sehun. He’d never exactly been the type to talk to me rather than when he had to tell me how hot the water was and what not. The lack of conversation didn’t particularly irk me, but it wasn’t too pleasant that I got to talk to all of them besides him.

“Guys for the last time, I’m your stylist. Not your babysitter!” I pointed, putting the last bit if hairspray in Junmyeon’s hair and ruffling his locks, smiling at him through the mirror before making my way to the wardrobe.

“But you’re our favourite stylist! So we like complaining to you” Baekhyun insisted, walking up behind me and lightly tickling my sides. I rolled my eyes at his not so subtle attempt at flirting, and lightly smacked his arm.

“Baekhyun stop messing around” I heard the very rare sound of a certain maknae’s voice. I slowly turned to look at his slightly annoyed demeanour, looking somewhat comical with the strips of foil in his hair.

“Okay grumpy” Baekhyun mumbled, going back to his chair. My breath came out slightly ragged as I heard the timer go off; looking around for an assistant to wash out Sehun’s hair dye.

“Noona! It’s time to wash out Sehun’s dye” Jongdae sing-songed from his chair, flashing me a cheeky grin.

“I am highly aware Jongdae” I replied with an equally cheery tone, sarcasm lacing each of my words. I let out a small breath before I walked towards his chair, watching as his eyes instantly darted towards his phone.

“Um do you want to come over to the sink?” I offered, taking out a towel to wrap around his shoulders

“You bet he does” Baekhyun winked from beside his beagle accomplice, high-fiving Jongdae as he managed to get a tint of pink onto Sehun’s cheeks. I rolled my eyes at their antics for the nth time before walking over to the sink where Sehun was not so patiently waiting to get his hair dye washed out.

“You really like having your colour washed out don’t you?” I giggled at the satisfied sigh that left his lips as the warm water came into contact with his scalp.

“Mmhm… I don’t really like the smell of it” He scrunched his nose up and I lightly laughed his explanation. “Plus, I really like it when your small fingers run through my hair” He subconsciously mumbled, his eyes instantly snapping open at the realisation of what he’d confessed.

“Please forget that I ever said that while I go die in a hole” He pleaded, his eyes tightly shutting in his embarrassment.

“I’ll definitely want to forget this for you, but do you really think our little spies over there didn’t hear you?” I quipped, pointing over at the hugging pair who was watching us with hopeful eyes.

“It’s okay, I’ll make them forget. Kyungsoo hyung said he’d help if it needed anything” He happily informed, smiling with his eyes.

“That… That’s nice” I chuckled ruffling the towel through his wet hair. I placed the wet towel across his shoulders once more as he got up to sit at his chair, waiting for me to dry his hair.

“Sehun do you like your brown hair?” Minseok asked him, sounding almost childish with his tone and choice of words.

“Yeah” He simply replied, going back to his phone as a sign of ‘do not disturb me’

“That would be because Y/N ah dyed it” Junmyeon decided to join in on the long reigned joke of Sehun’s infamous crush on me, which definitely was not the case.

“Hyung…” Sehun whined, eliciting a round of laughter from the boys in the large room.

Turning the hair dryer off, I ran my fingers through his soft newly dyed hair. I absolutely loved it when it was brown and especially when I styled it in his classic middle parting.

“I mean you could try and create a new style but I don’t think simply running your fingers through my hair is going to get you anywhere” He chuckled at me through the mirror. I abruptly stopped my repetitive actions, smiling nervously back at him.

“I uh- I’m sorry. I just really like… The new conditioner I used on you” I covered up, walking to the cart to grab a can of hairspray but being stopped by his light grip on my wrist.

“Do you like this colour on me?” He asked looking serious as ever. I was more taken aback by the fact that Oh Sehun was actually talking to me, rather than his actual question.

“Um… I think it looks very good. You look really mature and I think you really suit the shade” I spoke honestly, my voice slightly shaking at the sudden conversation

“Your voice doesn’t really sound confident” He pointed, his fingers still wrapped around my wrist.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that we don’t usually talk” I admitted chuckling at my nervousness.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that” He smiled at me again, as I walked towards the front of his chair to fix his fringe.

I leaned up slightly to fix his parting, still thinking about why he’d be apologising about us not talking often.

“Noona!-” Jongin called for me once more as I suddenly snapped out of the trans I didn’t realise I was in, causing me to lose my balance and grab onto the first thing I could so I didn’t fall over; which happened to be Sehun’s shoulders. The snickers really started to show when Sehun’s hands flew up to steady me by my waist, hearing Baek and Jongdae high-fiving in their glory once more.

“Yes… Jongin?” I muttered through gritted teeth as I slowly looked over at him.

“Oh nothing I figured out the zipper now” He flashed me the most innocent smile he could produce.

“Wonderful. That- that’s wonderful” I huffed, turning back to Sehun. “Do you want me to do anything for you? It’s a pretty long performance” I pointed, running my fingers through his hair once again.

“Can I have your number?” He suddenly asked; the whoops and hollers that filled the room at his question suddenly felt a bit overwhelming.

“Um… Yeah sure” I smiled down at the ground, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “How long have you waited to do that by the way?” I asked, placing my hands on his shoulder’s again as his arms snaked around my waist; a cheeky yet shy smile taking over his face.

“A while now” He shook his head.

A/N: I hope the anon who requested, liked this :) Thank you all for reading <3

~Shazz xx


“There’s so many things I wanted to say to you,” she says,

“I swore to myself that if I ever saw you again I’d tell you how you hurt me. I’d tell you all about the sleepless nights, the pillows full of tears, the drugs I took to help me forget the colour of your eyes. I went over and over and over how this moment was supposed to go. I was supposed to tell you how much you broke my heart and you was supposed to apologise, run your fingers through my hair and promise me we’d make it this time.

He took a deep breath, “Perhaps something’s are just better left unsaid.
—  Excerpts of a book I’ll never write
The Ultimate 80s Movie Soundtrack Playlist: TRACK LIST

i’m alright – kenny loggins [caddyshack]
magic – olivia newton-john [xanadu]
fame – irene cara [fame]
soul man – the blues brothers [the blues brothers]
9 to 5 – dolly parton [9 to 5]
lookin’ for love – johnny lee [urban cowboy]
let’s do something cheap and superficial – burt reynolds [smokey and the bandit 2]
xanadu – olivia newton-john and elo [xanadu]
everybody needs somebody – the blues brothers [the blues brothers]
out here on my own – irene cara [fame]
flash’s theme – queen [flash gordon]
for your eyes only – sheena easton [for your eyes only]
america – neil diamond [the jazz singer]
arthur’s theme (best that you can do) – christopher cross [arthur]
love on the rocks – neil diamond [the jazz singer]
blue lamp – stevie nicks [heavy metal]
open arms – journey [heavy metal and the last american virgin]
somebody’s baby – jackson browne [fast times at ridgemont high]
boys are back in town – the bus boys [48 hrs.]
eye of the tiger – survivor [rocky 3 and 4]
themes from e.t. the extra terrestrial – walter murphy [e.t. the extra terrestrial]
theme from tron – wendy carlos [tron]
long live the new flesh – howard shore [videodrome]
push it to the limit – paul engemann [scarface]
a million miles away – the plimsouls [valley girl]
love my way – the psychedelic furs [valley girl]
girls like me – bonnie hayes with the wild combo [valley girl]
i la la la love you – pat travers [valley girl]
get a job – the silhouettes [trading places, stand by me, joey and good morning, vietnam]
ain’t too proud to beg – the temptations [the big chill]
i heard it through the grapevine – marvin gaye [the big chill]
d.c. cab – peabo bryson [d.c. cab]
twist of fate – olivia newton-john [two of a kind]
the dream – irene cara [d.c. cab]
dr. detroit – devo [doctor detroit]
wild sex (in the working class) – oingo boingo [sixteen candles]
you’re the best around – joe esposito [the karate kid]
if you were here – thompson twins [sixteen candles]
almost paradise – mike reno and ann wilson [footloose]
together in electric dreams – philip oakey and giorgio moroder [electric dreams]
love light in flight – stevie wonder [the woman in red]
cleanin’ up the town – the bus boys [ghostbusters]
electric dreams – p.p. arnold [electric dreams]
body rock – maria vidal [body rock]
i just called to say i love you – stevie wonder [the woman in red]
one foot in front of the other – bone symphony [revenge of the nerds]
big bottom – spinal tap [this is spinal tap]
little bitch – the specials [sixteen candles]
beat street breakdown – grandmaster melle mel and the furious five [beat street]
if i ruled the world – kurtis blow [krush groove]
love theme from st. elmo’s fire – david foster [st. elmo’s fire]
separate lives – phil collins and marilyn martin [white nights]
only the young – journey [vision quest]
to live and die in l.a. – wang chung [to live and die in l.a.]
burning heart – survivor [rocky 4]
say you, say me – lionel richie [white nights]
hearts on fire – john cafferty [rocky 4]
fire in the twilight – wang chung [the breakfast club]
back in time – huey lewis and the news [back to the future]
gambler – madonna [vision quest]
no secrets – van stephenson [secret admirer]
the glow (extended version) – willie hutch [the last dragon]
eight arms to hold you – goon squad [the goonies]
dancing in heaven (orbital be-bop) – q-feel [girls just wanna have fun]
hard way – brock & davis [just one of the guys]
heart too hot to hold – jesse johnson and stephanie spruill [the breakfast club]
we don’t need another hero (thunderdome) – tina turner [mad max beyond thunderdome]
young & innocent – elefante [st. elmo’s fire]
good enough (dance remix) – cyndi lauper [the goonies]
dancing in the streets – animotion [girls just wanna have fun]
the last dragon theme – dwight david [the last dragon]
stand by me – ben e. king [stand by me]
you’ve lost that lovin’ feelin’ – the righteous brothers [top gun]
if you leave – omd [pretty in pink]
absolute beginners – david bowie [absolute beginners]
take my breath away – berlin [top gun]
lollipop – the chordettes [stand by me]
come go with me – the del vikings [stand by me]
please, please, please let me get what i want – the smiths [pretty in pink]
beat city – the flowerpot men [ferris bueller’s day off]
do wot you do – inxs [pretty in pink]
pretty in pink ‘86 – the psychedelic furs [pretty in pink]
but not tonight (robert margouleff extended remix) – depeche mode [modern girls]
magic dance – david bowie [labyrinth]
danger zone – kenny loggins [top gun]
feel the heat – jean beauvoir [cobra]
no promises – icehouse [modern girls]
cry little sister – gerard mcmann [the lost boys]
lost in the shadows – lou gramm [the lost boys]
slice of heaven – dave dobbyn and herbs [footrot flats: the dog’s tale]
i go crazy – flesh for lulu [some kind of wonderful]
miss amanda jones – the march violets [some kind of wonderful]
people are strange – echo and the bunnymen [the lost boys]
she’s like the wind ft. wendy frazer – patrick swayze [dirty dancing]
hypnotize me (innerspace mix) – wang chung [innerspace]
turn to the sky – the march violets [some kind of wonderful]
hungry eyes – eric carmen [dirty dancing]
i get around – the beach boys [good morning, vietnam and look who’s talking]
nowhere to run – martha reeves and the vandellas [good morning vietnam]
do you love me – the contours [dirty dancing]
i still believe – tim cappello [the lost boys]
meet me half way – kenny loggins [over the top]
colors – ice t [colors]
coming to america – the system [coming to america]
get outta my dreams, get into my car – billy ocean [license to drive]
cult of personality – living colour [say anything…]
in your eyes – peter gabriel [say anything…]
after all – peter cetera and cher [chances are]
birthday suit – johnny kemp [sing]

duration: over 7 hours if played nonstop.

*ghostbusters by ray parker jr., i’ve had the time of my life by bill medley and jennifer warnes, (don’t you) forget about me by simple minds and the power of love by huey lewis and the news are in DIFFERENT PLAYLISTS. I didn’t add them because I  I wanted to add songs that I didn’t have in other playlists. You would have to go to my past ones to look out for them.
*also, all things considered, there should be EXACTLY 110 songs in this playlist, which is also one of my ultimate playlists. If you experience any problems or hiccups of any kind, PLEASE DO NOT HESITATE TO CONTACT ME. I will take care of them accordingly.


Listen here for the playlist.

anonymous asked:

RFA+Saeran+V reaction to MC who's originally from a cold country (like Finland, Norway etc) , has that classic blond hair blue eyes scandinavian look and just isnt bothered by cold? Like there could be a snow storm outside and shes walking around the house with only a tshirt on complaining shes hot and when everyone else is freezing outside shes walking around with her jacket open complaining shes sweating? Love your blog so much thank you for all the good work and have happy holidays!!! <3

A/N: Anon, are you like this??? ‘Cause I’m like this, 500%, 11/10, we can play in the rain in shorts, let’s go ~Admin 404


(I added the blonde hair and blue eyes but switched it up with a few different things to keep the ball rolling, hope you don’t mind! ^^;;;;)



           -The first time he saw you, he was ecstatic!! You have blonde hair just like him!! Was it bleached???

           -IT’S NOT BLEACHED? OMG Y E S

           -He was so excited!!! He loves it!!! You’re so pretty!!

           -One day, while playing LOLOL, he was completely bundled in every blanket in the house, because it was so cold!!!

           -When he saw you come home in a t-shirt and some shorts though, he was speechless

           -??? Aren’t you cold?? COME HERE MC, I’LL SHARE MY BLANKETS

           -You tell him that the cold just doesn’t bother you because where you’re from

           - cue confused yoosung


           -Once you told him you were from Finland, he had you describe the place in extreme detail! What does it look like? Is it always cold? How cold? Does that mean I don’t have to share my blankets with you??? Can you keep me warm pls mc


           -The Bright Coloured Eyes Squad ™

           -The moment he met you in person, he just HAD to know where you were from!!

           -Not only because he wanted to know everything about you, but because your eyes and blonde hair were amazing!!

           -You both have light hair and bright coloured eyes!!! He’s so excited!!!

           -One day, near Christmas, he planned to take you out to watch the town’s Christmas tree light up

           -Where was your jacket?? Did you forget it??? MC WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING

           -So, being the gentleman he is, he took his off and tried to wrap it around you

           -When you refused, he was extremely confused?? Like, aren’t you cold? We’ve been standing outside for a very long time MC how are you not completely frozen

           -You told him that you just don’t get cold because you grew up in Norway! It’s okay! Please take your coat back so you don’t get cold, Zen!

           -He remembered you telling him that, but, he still worries!! Looks for absolutely any sign that you’re cold so he can warm you up!! come on MC, throw him a bone, pretend to be cold and wear his jacket




           -Hey MC read this document out loud to me just…to see if there’s any mistakes, yeah, let’s go with that

           -She visited your house one winter day, where the temperature was extremely low

           -Expected to walk into a nice, warm house, away from the harsh winter winds!


           -She had to put on an extra jacket of yours, not to mention wrap herself up in about three of your blankets

           -But you?? You were in a sun dress? MC it’S WINTER WHAT IS HAPPENING

           -She quickly realized that growing up in such a cold place conditions you to be okay in the cold!!! That explains why you’re always complaining about the heat when she has the heater on!

           -Completely respects it and doesn’t ask you to turn on the heater just for her but you do anyway because you’re not about to let baehee just freeze on your couch


           -Not only did he have the information on you from Saeyoung, but he has Jaeehee do a background check as well

           -So it didn’t come as a surprise when he heard your Swedish accent or saw your bright blonde hair the first time the two of you met

           -He took the liberty of studying up on Swedish culture and learned many things about the country

           -Was not prepared for how cold it usually is there, however

           -So, during a snow storm, when you ran outside in nothing but some shorts and a tank top not even shoES, MC, YOU’RE GONNA GET SICK

           -P A N I C


           -You never wear the huge winter jackets he buys you!!!! Why!!!

           -Instead of asking you himself, in fear of offending you, he had to have Jaehee explain to him that, you just aren’t that cold because you grew up in Norrland, which is the colder part of Sweden

           -FEELS LIKLE AN IDIOT, but won’t tell you that. From then on, he’ll let you wear whatever you want in the snow so long as you agree to put on shoes because!!! Just because you aren’t cold doesn’t mean you can’t still get sick!!!!




           -Because of the background check, he knows that you grew up in Denmark

           -He’s a pretty smart guy! He knows the climate of Denmark, so he was prepared

           - buys a ton of blankets to cover himself with

           -He lets you turn down the thermostat because he’d rather you be comfortable than him!!

           -Still tries to offer you his hoodie though- IT’S THE RIGHT THING TO DO MC

           -Tries to condition himself into not being cold often, so he can run outside and stay out as long as you can!!

           -Doesn’t work out very well though, but at least he tried

           -You decide that you can live with the heat every now and then and cuddle close under the blankets for hours just to please him


           -Every time there’s a rain storm, it gets cold and there’s heavy rain

           -Yet, you’re always outside???

           -IN SUMMER CLOTHES????


           -He’s travelled a lot for photography, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he’s visited Estonia winter aesthetic photos

           -Remembers that it’s very cold, for a very long time!

           -Also remembers that, hey, wait, that’s where MC grew up

           -You still have to remind him every now and again that you’re completely fine in the cold! Please let me go play in the rain!!! I promise I’ll wear boots this time!!!

           -Can’t say no to you because you’re so cute!!!

           - plans a trip to your home town because thE BEAUTIFUL AESTHETICS!!!


           -Accent accent accent ruSSIAN ACCENT



           -When the two of you go for walks in the winter, you put on winter clothes because you don’t want him to be uncomfortable

           -He doesn’t like the weird stares you get because you’re in shorts when it’s snowing

           - not to mention all of the pervs that check you out in those shorts back off my mc you vulture

           -But you were dying from the heat? You had to keep fanning yourself and kept tugging at your shirt to try and stop your sweating

           -You didn’t even have that thick of a jacket on!!

           -“What is your problem, MC”

           -He’ll let you go without a jacket, hoping it’ll help you cool off some, but he’s still concerned that you’ll freeze, and makes sure the two of you aren’t outside for long periods of time without your coat

I found his jumper part 9|| D.H.

First Part, Second Part, Third Part, Fourth Part, Fifth Part, Sixth Part, Seventh Part, Eighth Part

A/N: Hello! I don’t know why but I felt a bit off while writing this. I really hope it didn’t turn out bad. I would also like to give a little shout out to @dan-philxreader-fics because of the super sweet message I got. 

Word Count: 1.8k


Originally posted by wiinterberries

“I still can’t believe it! You and assf-Dan?!” Hayley corrected herself after I had shot her a warning look. She was sprawled out on my bed, her green hair as bright as ever. I had just told her the full story without leaving out any details. Hayley had insisted on me starting at kindergarten, so I did.

It was obviously a bit hard for her to believe that I was talking about the same Dan she knew as fuckboy and jock. During my story she had to interrupt me a few times just to shout ‘Dan did that?!’ or 'He said what?!’. We had spend most of the afternoon just talking about me and him although I had actually planned to prepare for my date.

“Can you help me pick an outfit now, please?” I whined, looking at my wardrobe in frustration. I had to be ready for my first date with Dan in less than two hours and yet I still stood in front of my closet in my underwear. He didn’t even tell me where he was taking me so it was even harder to pick out the right outfit. Normally I wouldn’t make such a big deal out of something like this, but today I was kinda nervous. I didn’t want to overdress nor underdress. In the end I chose something in the middle, not too fancy and not too casual. I had to show Hayley 7 different outfits before we found the right one.

“Are you ready?” Hayley asked me five minutes before Dan would pick me up.

I swallowed hard while fumbling around with the necklace I was wearing.

“I’m just a bit nervous.” I admitted with a worried look at the clock. He’d be there any minute.

“C'mon Rose. There is nothing to stress about. From what I can tell Dan is completely crazy about you. It will be just fine.” my best friend assured me just as there was a knock on the door.

Hayley shot me one last smile before I headed to open the door. As I entered the living room I came to see that somebody had been quicker than me. Charlotte had let Dan in already.

“It’s not too late to take me out instead of her, you know.” I could clearly hear her offer. She twirled her hair around her finger and tried to sound extra seductive. That was another low point even for Charlotte. The urge to shout at her or rip her head off was stronger than ever.

'Hayley would have punched her.’ I thought to myself as I tried to calm myself down.

Gladly Dan didn’t seem were intrigued by her act. He uncomfortably scratched the back of his head.

“I’ll wait for Rose, thank you.” he answered her while his eyes were scanning the room. I internally smiled at his answer, completely forgetting my anger at the same time. As soon as Dan spotted me has face immediately glowed up.

“Ah there you are!” he happily exclaimed, scaring Charlotte with his sudden outburst.

I quickly waved at him while my eyes were scanning his body. He was wearing black skinny jeans like always paired with a dark leather jacket. Honestly he looked absolutely stunning. Seeing him like this made black my new favourite colour.  

“I’ll take over now. Thanks for answering the door.” I told Charlotte with a faked sugar sweet smile. She glared at the ground before she finally trotted back to her room in defeat. I heard her mumble something under her breath but I decided to just let it go and concentrate on Dan.

“Hi, rosy cheeks.” Dan greeted me softly and I immediately blushed at the nickname.

I gulped out a shy 'hi’ in return, making him laugh.

He took my hand in his and lead me outside to where his car was parked. I shot him a confused look as he pulled his keys from his pocket. I had assumed that we would just have dinner at a restaurant in town or watch a movie. We wouldn’t need a car for that since town was easy to reach by foot.

Trying to be the perfect gentleman Dan opened the door to his car for me. I got in, already filled with curiosity and excitement.

“I didn’t think our date would start with Charlotte trying to steal me from you. I’m sorry I -” Dan started to ramble before starting the engine.

“It’s not your fault. She’s just- I’m glad you denied her offer and chose me.” I said with a little laugh.  

“Rose, don’t be stupid. I’d choose you over everybody.” he answered, proving once again that Hayley was right. Dan was crazy about me.

He pulled his gaze from my body and grabbed the leathery steering wheel before pulling out of the parking spot. It was 6 in the afternoon on a late September day. Fall had arrived, but it wasn’t freezing cold outside yet. I alternated between mindlessly gazing out of the window and staring at Dan. He looked hot when he was driving. I remembered the time he got his diver’s licence during High School and girls went crazy over it.

After a 10 minutes drive we joined the motorway and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Dan where are we going?” I blurted out louder than I had planned to.

He just laughed and shook his head.

“I’m not telling you. I know how much you love surprises.” he teased and I stuck out my tongue at him in response.

“I only love surprises if my curiosity is not killing me before I get to see them.” I pouted, making another throaty laugh escape his mouth.    

After an hour of driving, talking and listening to music we still hadn’t arrived at whatever place Dan was taking me to. I didn’t mind though. I loved long car rides and we had enough time to catch up on all the things we missed out on because we were too busy hating on each other. It was nice to have Dan back. It was so easy to talk to him. My shyness and nervousness were gone in an instance.

“Are we there, yet?” I jokingly asked, after 2 hours of driving.

Dan was just about to answer as I started to recognize the highway streets and the street signs suddenly spoke of familiar places.

“Oh my god, no way. Dan!” I shouted, basically pressing my face against the window. My nose touched the cold glass as I stared at my home town in front of the car’s window.

“Surprise.” Dan chuckled, looking at my startled face with an amused grin.

After 2 and a half hours we had finally arrived and Dan parked his car between my childhood home and his. It brought back a lot of memories and coming here again with him meant a lot.

“I can’t believe you drove me back here on our first date.” I exclaimed as we both got out of the car. I looked around with wide eyes. Everything obviously still looked the same. It hadn’t been that long since I left for university, but I missed this place. Dan took my hand in his again, but instead of leading me to one of our houses to greet our parents, he walked off into another direction.

“Dan what -” I was about to ask as I realized that he was guiding me towards the forest we used to play in all summer when we were younger. My heart was jumping with delight as we returned to this place together. We walked next to each other closely. The leaves had already changed colour and twigs were cracking underneath our feet.

After ten minutes of walking next to each other we reached our old tree house. The wood it was made out of looked a little rotten already and it was hidden behind wild plants, but besides that it still looked the same.

“Do you remember the time we slept in the tree house?” Dan asked me as we stopped in front of it.

“Convincing my mum to allow me to sleep there took forever.” I laughed, remembering the huge amount of pleas and puppy dog eyes it took me to make her say yes.

“I also remember that a certain someone got pretty scared during the night.” Dan said teasingly and nudged me with his elbow.

“That certain someone was you Dan.” I reminded him with a giggle, making him blush.

“Oh yeah, you are right.” he mumbled and looked away in embarrassment.

“Aw look who is blushing now. I honestly thought you were pretty cute especially when you crawled into my sleeping bag.” I told him with a big smile.

We had ended up spending the whole night in the same sleeping bag because some strange noise scared the the living hell out of Dan. I had gone camping with my parents a lot so I wasn’t scared at all.

We didn’t dare to climb up the tree house in case the old wood would crush under our weight. Instead we kept walking until we reached a huge field.

In the middle of it was a little hill, our hill. It was already quite dark outside, but the moon was nearly full and one could see a lot of stars. Hand in hand, Dan and I made our way through the knee high grass. We sat down on top of the hill, just like we used to when we were kids.

“Thank you.” I whispered overwhelmed by all of this.

“I thought it would be a good idea. You know? I’d like to rewrite the story that is us. The last time we were here I held your hand and you realized that you have feelings for me.”

In the same moment he said that he intertwined our fingers.

“Let’s be what we could have been back then now. I got a second chance and I promise I won’t screw it up. I really want to make us work. I promise to do everything to make you happy, Rose.”  

And with that being said I kissed him as if it would seal his promise. The butterflies were back and I couldn’t think straight anymore. I felt like I was in a daze. His lips moved against mine in a slow rhythm at first. Dan’s hands were holding onto my waist as he was pulling me closer. I tangled my fingers in his brown hair, while his tongue brushed my bottom lip. His tall figure felt warm against my body, but that wasn’t the only reason why I was dying to be as close to him as possible. My heart was racing and my mind went completely blank as Dan’s lips began moving faster and more needily against mine.

I liked this story a lot more already.

I’m just in awe over the idea of an old Chinese/central Asia themed Yugioh AU (instead of Egypt). I don’t know why, but it suddenly came to my mind.
They would have sealed the monster spirits in colourful painted scrollls or expensive stitched wall hangings.
Blue Eyes would look hella cool in a more Chinese inspired artwork. Well, put that on the list of things to draw.
And don’t forget the pretty neat clothes the had for royalties back then.


Fic: “And Remember Me” (Twelfth Doctor POV, Whouffaldi)

Title: And Remember Me
Author: faithfulviewer
Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Clara Oswald
Pairings: Twelve/Clara (Whouffaldi)
Chapter: 1. Fly
Summary: “Sometimes I can see a tiny detail shine through the fog, and remember something about Clara Oswald I thought I had forgotten forever. I decided to record all these little memories of Clara in this book as I remember them. This way, even if I forget these memories again, I can still read them and know that they’ve been real. So that next time I’ll meet Clara maybe, maybe, I’ll be able to recognize her.”
Genre: Friendship, Romance, Introspection, General.
Rating: K (All Ages)

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Don’t Even Think About It! (Edward Nygma x Reader)

Originally posted by kvintessenciya

Edward nygma x reader where she confesses to him drunk infront of everyone in GCPD and everyone there knows she won’t remember she did. (I’ll leave it up to you on what will happen and how it will end)

“Remember to keep those files in alphabetical order,” reminded the officer before closing the door. As record keeper, it’s my duty to file everything and double to triple check to make sure every single file is placed neatly in each cabinet until my shift is done. Unfortunately today, some douchebag thought it would be okay to mess everything up.

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in my kindergarten art class, sunlight dripped through
fingerpaint-coloured windows. i learnt the primaries:
red, blue, yellow. i could make the whole rainbow
out of three colours.

i was older when i started telling myself that i only
looked at the female anatomical models for reference.
i had so much experience dressing quickly,
and keeping my eyes on the ground in the locker room,
but this girl… made me understand why they say
“pretty as a painting”. you can’t touch museum art.
we have the same lotion - it smells better on her,
it makes me think of cookies and old paris cafes,
where the great painters had lunch.

the colour palette i bring from home is so dark
but she makes me lean towards romanticism.
i can’t draw a straight line anymore, but that’s okay:
her hair is naturally curly. a boy called her weird yesterday,
and i wanted to tell her that i have spent hours
practicing shading to recreate the light in her eyes,
but that would make it obvious that i’ve been staring.
you’re not supposed to look at your friends like that.

our teacher says the colour maker diesbach
tried to make a perfect red and created ultramarine,
in a time when ultramarine paint was worth more than gold,
he added animal blood to his flask and out burst blue,
worth more than gold! i wanted vermillion like romeo,
ruby as sunset, flash, lipstick, scarlet forget-me-not kisses!
i would give blood to my brush for her to blush at me
in that shade, i would take cobalt as the new sky,
azure as cornflower, schoolgirl skirt navy hiding held hands,
or even yellow sunflower petals, dutch painters whispering,
“she loves me, she loves me, she loves me”.

our teacher didn’t tell us that the creation of prussian blue
led to the isolation of cyanide, i can’t breathe without
turning into poison from appleseeds and seeping through
junior high gym floorboards when you watch your best friend
dance with boys who will never be you. i always liked
friendship bracelets more than promise rings. my
middle school diaries are filled with girls, like a pickpocket
sketching the hope diamond, i’ve been lining my coat
with stolen glances. i don’t have a partner in crime to
keep me warm.

i know the signs. the teaching assistant, a nice junior
who comes to school with cherry eyes every time
her lab partner gets a new boyfriend. throw over your men!
my history professor and her roommate of fifteen years.
i say, “someone in another time will remember us.”

i want to be five years old, mixing all the colours
until i get the dark brown of her monet shoulder freckles,
and you give a valentine to everyone in class.

I found his jumper 5 || D.H.

First Part, Second Part, Third Part, Fourth Part 

A/N: IFHJ part 5 is here! It contains a really cute flashback (cursive font). It made me feel all tingly while writing it.

Word Count: 2K (my longest imagine on here yeahy)


Originally posted by phanielhowell

I didn’t watch where I was going. Tears blocked my vision and all I wanted was to get out of Dan’s room. In the corner of my eye I saw Phil open the door to his bedroom and glance at me. There was a questioning look on his face as if he wanted to ask ‘Rose why are you crying like a baby?’.

I completely ignored the dark haired boy. My brain was focused on escaping. I didn’t have enough strength to face Dan anymore. My moment of braveness had faded as quickly as it came. Once again my steps echoed through the stairwell. On the way down I passed a few male students who all looked at me the same way as Phil had earlier: worried and confused. I pulled the entrance door open once I had reached the ground level. When I stepped out of the building I was greeted by heavy rain. Thick rain drops were falling from the sky. They immediately got my white t-shirt and black jeans wet. The fabric started sticking to my body after seconds of being outside.

‘What now?’ I asked myself in despair as I wiped away the tears on my cheeks which was pretty useless considering the fact that it was raining heavily. I could tell the difference between rain drop and tear drop though. One left a salty taste in my mouth along with invisible scars on my cheeks while the other was cold and fresh and accompanied me in my sadness.

I knew that if I went back to my dorm I would be greeted by Charlotte and her rude remarks. She’d surely tease me about the lies Caleb told everybody and I wasn’t having that. Not now that I was an emotional train wreck. Hayley’ s room mate was probably over so I couldn’t go there either.

'It’s the library again then.’ I said to myself with a sigh.

So I started heading to the library, already soaked because of the rain. I still hadn’t stopped sobbing and now my shoulders were shaking because of the coldness too.

My hair was stuck to my forehead and I once again cursed the weather forecast and those stupid grey clouds and Dan for being such an asshole and myself for letting him get to me.

“Rose!” I could hear somebody shout in the far distance, but I just kept walking, not sure of I had imagined the noise. It was impossible to hear something through the sound of the rain, right?

“Rose wait!” I heard again, this time it was louder and didn’t seem that far away anymore. I abandoned the thought that I had just imagined the shouts. Then it hit me. I immediately stopped walking. My feet were glued to the black asphalt that was flooded by the rain. I could clearly hear him get closer and closer, but I was afraid of turning around. Fear was stuck in every corner of my body. Maybe I was afraid of facing him again. Maybe it was the fact that he called me Rose again. Or maybe I was afraid of the fact that I knew it was him because of the way my first name sounded when he said it. Or maybe I was just simply afraid because the way he said 'Rose’ gave me goosebumps. I stood frozen and stared at the falling rain. The drops of water hit the dark ground.

My lilac vans were dirty and completely soaked. I even felt the wetness in my socks. Without wanting to, my sobs got heavier again while I waited for him to catch up. Honestly, I didn’t even know why I stopped walking. Why did I not start running instead?

“Rose.” Dan said this time from right behind me.

I finally turned around slowly. I looked up from the ground and met his brown eyes. They looked so warm and familiar. There wasn’t even a hand’s width between us. His chest was so close to mine and I could tell that his heart was rapidly beating since he was panting like crazy. He was completely out of breath from running after me.  

“I’m sorry.” he whispered. His voice came out weak as if he was about to cry as well. I pressed my eyes close taking in his words. Tears spilled from my eyes. My lip was quivering and I had to cover my mouth with my hand to stop a loud sob from escaping. This was the second time that he apologized and it hurt even more now.

“Rose, I’m honestly so sorry. I don’t want you to cry, please.” Dan pleaded with a worried look at my tears. He had always panicked when I cried. I was still frozen, not getting out a single word.

“Everything you said in my room is true. I wanted to forget that I apologized and now I’m doing it again and I promise I won’t deny it this time.” he spoke quietly. He searched for my eyes but I was avoiding his gaze.

“Rose, I really mean this. I’m sorry for messing up so many times. I’m sorry for telling Caleb that stupid lie. We both know you are way too good for me. I’m sorry for making everybody believe that we slept with each other. We both know you don’t do one time things, you are a 'let’s get married’ kinda girl. You are also not dumb enough to waste your time with an idiot like me. I’m sorry for making Charlotte and her friends hate you. We both know you wouldn’t even stab your worst enemy in the back. I’m so sorry for making you cry. We both know how beautiful your smile is and how puffy and red your eyes get after crying. And god, I’m sorry for everything I put you through in high school. It was so unnecessary and cowardly. I’m sorry for who I became. I really am.

And I’m also sorry for breaking my promise.” He stopped to look at me as if he was asking for the permission to talk about that.  

I gulped hard. His words were still sinking in. They were flooding my body like the rain flooded the street. I still didn’t manage to look up and meet his eyes.

“Dan- what-oh.” I said as I realized what promise he was talking about.

Come on Dan.” I shouted with excitement. The sun was going to set soon and me and my best friend Dan wanted to reach our spot behind the woods to watch the sunset. It was basically just a little hill in the middle of a huge field, but we spent most of our summer break there. I was glad that Dan moved into the house next to mine a couple of years ago. Everyday I’d just have walk out of my house and knock on his door. It wouldn’t even take him a minute to put on his shoes so we could play outside. We had built a little tree house in the woods so whenever we didn’t go to our hill we’d just hang out there. Both of us were growing older so we didn’t play in the same way as we used to. But sometimes we just couldn’t help ourselves and we’d pick up twigs. I’d pretend it’s a wand and he’d pretend it’s a sword and then we would fight.

I’m on my way.” Dan yelled back, catching up. Dan had gained a lot of height in the last couple months and I always felt like he wasn’t used to his long legs.

When we reached our little hill the sky was dark red and the sun looked like a blood orange. I sat down in the grass and stared at the vanishing fireball in awe.

Wow, it’s beautiful.” Dan breathed as soon as he sat down beside me.

I nodded and then we just enjoyed the silence that followed for a couple of minutes. When the sun was half gone I looked over to my best friend since kindergarten. His brown eyes were focused on the sunset and there was a little smile on his lips.

Dan?” I asked cautiously, making his head turn.

Mhm?” he mumbled still deep in thought.

Do you remember when we painted on each others faces in kindergarten and our mums got really mad because we were actually supposed to paint a picture of the others face?” I asked him,laughing a little at the memory.

Of course I remember. I couldn’t get the blue colour off my face for days.” Dan said and a giant grin spread across his face.

And do you remember when we shared an imaginary dog and you even made your mother get real food for him?” I asked again, still looking at him.

How could I ever forget Mr. Bear?” Dan asked in return and I had to admit that Mr. Bear was unforgettable.

Oh and Dan, do you remember when we had this fake wedding in the woods and your grandma had even made a bridal veil for me?” I asked him this time blushing. I closed my eyes waiting for his answer as I hoped he wouldn’t notice my red cheeks.

Rose, sometimes I feel like your parents knew that their daughter would blush all the time when they gave you that name. You have the prettiest rosy cheeks ever, Mrs. Howell.” He said and somehow he sounded nonchalant while I felt my inside tingle the moment he joked about me being Mrs. Howell.

Why are you asking me all of that though? It’s not like I could ever forget those memories.” he questioned and my cheeks got even hotter. I nervously chewed on my bottom lip not sure if and how I should address my concern. Dan eyed my obvious signs of insecurity.

Come on Rose, we have been best friends since kindergarten. Whatever it is you can tell me.”

I looked him deep in the eye as assurance before I opened my mouth.

Okay, well I’m just scared that you will forget about me as soon as you start high school after summer.” I admitted my fear. Dan was a year older than me and that had never really been a problem but why would a high schooler want to hang out with a middle schooler?

I will never forget about you. You will always be my best friend. I promise.” 

Dan whispered and smiled at me gently. There was only one last glimmer of the sun left and just as that vanished as well I felt Dan’s hand on top of mine. His palm was warm against my cold skin and it was something we had never done before. I glanced down onto our joined hands just as he intertwined our fingers. My heart skipped a beat and I raised my head to look at Dan. He was still looking ahead to where the sun set only seconds ago. I could tell that there was a rosy glow on my cheeks again while Dan acted like he didn’t even notice that we were holding hands. But there was a little smile on his lips that totally gave him away.      

(And now the question is how did they go from this to hating each other? Part 6 will be up next Friday!)

anonymous asked:

hey!!! I wanted to say thay your last midoriya artwork was amazing!!!! The colouring is gorgeous af, the only thing you should keep an eye on is the anatomy, deku's head is really big, but other than that, is absolutely stunning, I don't mean to sound rude! Hope you have a good day c:

Thank you!

No, not at all! I usually get carried away with details and forget to check proportions. A lot of times when I look at my finished art, I see mistakes, but it’s too much of a hassle to fix it, so I kinda just leave it

Green the colour of the water that sweapt across the sea sand on a sunny day while I looked into your eyes and saw the same colour.

The scent of your cologne that passes by my nose everytime I enter a new room,

The attention I drop for things I heed just by having that one flashback, that memory that reminded me of you,
Makes it so difficult to forget the time that flashes by my eyes everytime I look into yours.

I’ve put so much beauty of mine into you that i’ve somehow forgotten what it feels like to feel beautiful.

How do you get to take away mili seconds of my life that I could’ve been spending on having fun rather than thinking about what we could’ve been ?

How do you get to take away the green in my heart and fill up the colour in your eyes just so that you could see clearly ?

But oh how I wished you could’ve looked into your eyes and seen me across the iris that makes your face glow.

You took parts of me, And I knowingly gave them to you,
You took the green that filled me
And now i’m filled with nothing but void.

My heart was camouflaged by the trees that surrounded us and now your eyes do the same,

And I hope that the green in your eyes can somehow make its way to your heart
For someone who you see as beautiful as I saw you.

I hope that one day when its too late, that the green that I felt in me when I spoke to you will somehow light up in the night of your heart , and hopefully remind you where that green belongs.

—  yourbecky02, Green