with the lyrics sheet and everything

A few months ago, I said on this blog that in my head PJO is an anime with a badass opening credits. I meant it quite literally, like I can actually picture this OP in my head, with all the shonen tropes like Percy walking around pretty backgrounds, cool fighting scenes with lots of camera movements and huge statues of the Gods standing ominously in the background, Nico standing in the rain till Reyna and Hazel and Jason come for him and a ray of sunshine breaks throught the clouds and light hits his hopeful face, GIMME ALL THE TROPES hahaha. Doing the whole opening would be impossible for a single person but I really wanted to try one big “shonen” group shot, so here you are !!! This actually took me AGES, I’m not kidding, the folder for this on my computer is named “batshit crazy ” for a reason, it may not look like it if you don’t know animation but a really huge amount of work went into this. I think it’s actually the biggest thing I ever did for a fandom. I can’t say how many hours I spent on it since I didn’t count, but let’s say I started this in September and spent a lot of week ends and most of my Christmas holidays on it, and I just finished it this week. I had a lot of fun though !!! And I learned a lot too, this was my first time trying to animate japanimation style, with not many in-betweens and ultra dynamic poses. So yeah, I hope you guys will like it !

I want to thank fimyuan and bisexualjason for keeping me motivated with their lovely comments through the project, even when I was complaining about my own decisions to animate friggin’ skeletons, hahaha. Another big thank you to my friend Wekake who went through the animation frame by frame and spotted all the little compositing mistakes that remained ;p

A few words on the process : I animated and colored everything in TV Paint, drew the background in Photoshop, and composited everything in After Effects. The song is an extract of the Yowapeda opening “Reclimb” by Rookiez is Punk’d because I wanted something very distinctively shonen but no lyrics, and I like that song ^^ I animated directly without any model sheet references which is definitely not how you should do it, hahaha, hence the design inconsistencies, but honestly even my madness had its limit and I didn’t want to spend more than a year on this thing ;p

Everything is cool man - Shout these lyrics at the top of your lungs

Slam Seaway ‘’Everything is cool man’’ // Nerve The Story So Far ‘’I can’t pass through Indio without feeling indigo’’ // All You Are Is History State Champs ‘’I swear to you; I’m not getting over this’’ // Kali Ma Neck Deep ‘’Doubt it’’ // Head Rush ROAM ‘’This ones for you’’ // Swords and Pens The Story So Far ‘’Not broke; Just bent’’ // Seventy Times 7 Brand New ‘’I hope you choke and die’’ // Featherweight WSTR ‘’Suh’’ // Quicksand The Story So Far ‘’Everyday not to lose my temper’’ // Eleven Trash Boat ‘’Blegh’’ // Godzilla With Confidence ‘’Covered in the sheets of my bed’’ // Coffee Talk Broadside ‘’Complain about the youth’’ // Can’t Kick Up The Roots Neck Deep ‘’The first time that I got laid’’ // London Lights With confidence ‘’Im a liar; I’m fucking tired’’ // Gobshite WSTR ‘’Miming all the words’’ // Boston Moose Blood ‘’But lay around listening to deja entendu’’ // Cigarettes & Saints The Wonder Years ‘’You can’t have my friends; You can’t have my brothers’’ // Relive the Story As It Is ‘’And he’d never wanna be me’’ // There, There The wonder years ‘’I’m sorry i don’t laugh at the right times’’ // Summer Real Friends ‘’You were heavy on my heart’’ // All hype, No Heart Neck Deep ‘’Go fuck yourself’’ // Untitled Knuckle Puck ‘’I’ve been much better but at least I’m healing’’

3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader babysitting fluff)


3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader fluff babysitting AU its fuckin lame)

3000+ words

Ps: im bad at revising

TW: angst, lots of swearing, toddlers, very very brief mentions of depression, anxiety, and suicide

You saw a dim light flicker from the corner of your eye as you played Uno with your young nephew, accompanied by a slight ding signaling you got a text. You knew it was probably Connor.

“You can get your phone, it’s okay.” your nephew told you, sounding wise beyond his years for a 3-and-a-half-year-old. He was the most adorable thing, and you couldn’t get over it.

“Nope, buddy. I need my full concentration for this game. I’m not gonna lose to you again. They can wait a couple of minutes until I demolish you at this Uno.” you replied sternly, lifting your head up high, causing giggles to erupt for the small boy. You couldn’t help but smile back. But your lips fell when your phone started dinging over and over and over again. Your nephew peered up at you with big eyes, silently telling you to just get it. You put up a finger, putting your cards face to use your other hand to reach for your phone. You were right, it was Connor.

7 messages from Connor



what are you up to

i’m bored

my parents aren’t home


you’re my only friend i want to hang out with you dammit

You couldn’t help but to let a smile form on your face. This fucking kid. You couldn’t believe that this was the boy that barely spoke two words to you over a span of a month when you were lab partners. At the start of Junior Year, you had to take a physics class as a prereq for graduating. The class was filled with seniors, leaving you and this mysterious, and super scary Connor Murphy as the only two juniors. So, your teacher paired you up, resentment oozing out of Connor. You basically did the projects by yourself, him helping with data or equations you didn’t understand yourself, but you never actually talked much. You did your work in silence. Until you noticed he was writing some old fall out boy (A/N: I feel like everyone just mutually agreed on Connor liking FOB so I’m just going along with it.)  lyrics on one of his data sheets.

“That’s a good song.” You murmured, peering back at your paper, trying to work through this problem that made zero sense.

“You like fall out boy?” he mumbled, trying to figure out what you were trying to do by making conversation with him.

“Yeah, Pete Wentz was the love of my life for a while. They were actually my first concert back in middle school, when they made a comeback. But they peeked at From Under A Cork Tree.”  Connor smiled at this, agreeing silently with everything you just said. His smile was addictive, so you kept going. Seeing how long you could kept a conversation going and his smile up as well. You mostly talked at first. But his word count each week was increasing exponentially. Until you went a whole class listening to him talk about how The Smiths was easily the best band ever and better than Nirvana and that Nirvana is over-hyped because everyone romanticizes Kurt’s suicide while no one really actually cares about the depressed kid until they are gone. The conversation kind of died after that. Him feeling like he said too much, and you just not knowing what to say. Something told you he wasn’t just talking about Kurt Cobain. So, you kind of squeezed his hand momentarily, which he would never admit, made him blush like a madman and almost pushed him into a panic attack, he was so overwhelmed and caught off guard. Then, the game changed for Connor. It was bound to happen; a crush was going to form. Connor fell victim, falling hard. No one really reached out to him before, unless it was to make fun of him and get in his head. He was the school’s punching bag. Even school nerds like Jared Kleinman picked on him. He always noticed you before. You never laughed at him when other made jokes. But he didn’t realize that not only a friendship was forming, but a crush as well. And when he did, it was too late to abort. This boy was in love with you from the time you spotted those fall out boy lyrics to be honest.

Another ding snapped you out of your reminiscing.

6 messages from Connor:

Are you alive


no that’s ridiculous

of course you are


you never not text me

You texted him back quickly, knowing he was probably thinking of all the ways you just lying on the street dead to your body floating in the river face down. He confessed that this happened a lot to you. He’d just get bad, intrusive thoughts he couldn’t shake away.

im alive and well. Just babysitting my nephew Carter. HES SO CUTE

You snapped a picture of Carter playing Uno and sent it to Connor. Before you could even put down your phone, another familiar ding alerted you.

1 message from Connor:


you’re heartless

4 messages from Connor:

i know

guess i’ll go hang with my other friends


woe is me

shut up nerd

if you want, come babysit

1 message from Connor:

hell fucking no

well i have to go then. i gotta win this game of uno this 3 year old is putting me to shame

2 messages from Connor:

you’re so embarrassing why am i friends with you

i’ll be over in ten

You smiled at the last message. Connor wasn’t the only one with the crush. Yes, yours did develop later in your relationship, but it was definitely equal to Connors admiration for you. Connor didn’t really start opening up after about three months into your friendship. Once he talked about the whole Kurt Cobain thing, he kind of laid low for a little, you having to steer the conversation if you wanted it to live. He was touchy, so you had to handle him with care. You tried to bring it up a few times, to just get immediately shut down. You’d always ask in school, because you weren’t at the point of hanging outside of it yet. But he’d always change topic. It’s not like he didn’t trust you, it was everyone around him. Paranoid they were secretly listening in on your chats. So, you decided to take initiative. It was exactly 3 months of you being friends, so you asked if he wanted to hang.


“What…” he replied, seemingly uninteresting as he doodled along the margin of his already finished calc problems. He was actually a fucking genius. He wasn’t just artistic, but the kid had a brain. But that’s a different topic.

“You know what today is?”

“I ‘donno know,” all his words kind of running together, “Friday?”

“No.” you felt dumb now. “Never mind.”

“No what’s today. I like hearing your weird ass facts. Is it like, Morrissey’s birthday, or like the anniversary of The Queen Is Dead album?”

“You’re gonna find it stupid that I was even going to make a big deal out of it, so, never mind.”

“No, tell me.”




“Fucking god, (Y/N). Just tell me already.”

“It’s our ¼ friendaversary.”

“What? What the fuck is that shit?”

“See. I knew you’d find it dumb.”

“N-no, I just don’t know what the fuck that is.” Connor genuinely asked.

“We’ve been friends for three months, Connor. That’s what it means. I thought you were good at math?”

“That’s a thing? And people celebrate that? I wasn’t aware that was a milestone.”

“No, people don’t really celebrate it. But we do our own thing.”

“How is it three months?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, how do you figure?”

“Oh… It’s the day we talked about fall out boy. Remember?” You shifted awkwardly in your desk, realizing that knowing the exact date you first bonded was creepy.

“Barely.” he lied. Of course, he fucking did. He wouldn’t stop thinking about you that moment for the rest of that week. Then, he’d just think of you in general from that point on all the time. You consumed his thoughts, both during day and night. You were even in his dreams.

“We should, like, I don’t know… Hang out tonight.”

“We’ve never hung out before. What would we even do.”

“Friend things.” you sneered

“And what does that consist of.” he jabbed back.

“I don’t know, Connor. Like, use that vivid imagination of yours. Pizza and a movie. Pizza and video games. Pizza and anything. Pizza just had to be the foundation.

“Well, do you wanna go out somewhere. Or like hang out at someone’s house?”

“It’s getting cold out so we can hang at one of our houses, if you want?”

“Um, can we go to yours? My parents will be home and I don’t like to ask them things.”

“Sure, they won’t mind you’re going to be over right?”

“Um, I wasn’t going to tell them.”

“Why, are you embarrassed of me.” you joked. Connor didn’t respond right away. “Wait, are you?”

“No, of course not. It’s just…” he paused, pursing his lips, you noticed his prominent cupid’s bow. “It’s complicated.” he grumbled, “What time do you want me over for this stupid celebration.”

“Well if you think it’s stupid-”

Connor started speaking over you, “For this very awesome, cool, great, fan-fucking-tastic celebration. I misspoke.”


“Can’t wait.” he responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes. But you both knew he couldn’t.

That night consisted of pizza, of course. And Connor opted for old NES games, which he beat you at every single time.

“Okay, literally fuck Excitebike! It’s so dumb you can overheat your bike?” I shouted, throwing my controller.

“You’re such a sore loser.”

“I am not! It’s just Excitebike is dumb. Let’s go back to Punch Out!, or Galaga. I’m warmed up now, and I’ll definitely win.”

“You’ve said that after every single game.”

“No, I’m serious now, my game was just off.”


“Plus, I had drawing today, so my hand was already tired.”

“Whatever you say, (Y/N).”

“I think I broke my thumb last week squeezing it between my locker.”

“Of course you did.” he taunted, trying to resist a smile. His eyes were gleaming, he was enamored. He was trying even harder to not kiss you.

“I’m going to beat you next week.”

“Next week?”

“I mean, if you’re free.” you tried to not sound desperate, but failing.

“Do you see all my other friends lining up to hang out with me?” he deadpanned.

“Then, It’s a date.”

“Date?” Connor quickly caught your phrasing, trying to understand your intention.

You froze, “You know, not an actual date. Like, a platonic date, bro.” you tried your hardest to brush it off, but failing. Again. You scolded yourself for using the term ‘bro’. But Connor let it go, though he did feel wounded.

“Got it, bro.” Sourly putting emphasis on the latter word, “Play me again so I can fucking win for the millionth time.” he said, a little too aggressively.

“You good?”

“Dandy. I just want to prove I’m good enough for you.” he accidentally professed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you inquired.

“God, just play me. That’s what I mean.”

You didn’t want to press him. The tension in the air was at an all-time high. Connor never really got snippy like this with you. I mean, yes, he did sometimes raise his voice or make a rude remark. But he’d habitually curse under his breath and apologize immediately. You always understood, knowing all the pent-up anger inside him. But then Connor seemed to relax again once you started playing Punch Out!, taking his anger out through Little Mac on King Hippo, and then the two of you went back to having fun. In Connor’s head though, he definitely planned to kiss you that night, but the way to swerved the date topic, he lost all his confidence. Taking it as you’d never see him in a romantic light. That was almost 6 months ago, and he still hasn’t made a move.

You came out of your daydream once again when Carter yelled out Uno, well a version of the word.

“Unope!” he added a P in the end for whatever reason. You decided against telling him. How were you losing to a 3-year-old for the seventh time?! He placed down a red 4, excitement in his eyes. He definitely had a red, you could see it in his eyes. You looked at your hand, filled with about a dozen reds from the draw 4s he was hitting you with. So, you decided to take your chance picking up a card from the deck. A yellow 4.

“You aren’t winning today.” you placed the card down, smirking. The 3-year-old squealed out and slapped down a yellow 7.

“Outto!!!” he cheered, the bastard winning again. You couldn’t believe he had a yellow out of everything.

You throw up your cards in a joking manner, “You don’t even know the whole alphabet!” another fit of giggles came from your nephew.

“I least he can win at Uno,” a voice came through the door. “You’re a destined loser. I don’t think you’ve ever won at anything.” Connor trudged through the door in his beat up brown jean jacket and combat boots, his nose red from the cold approaching winter air.

“False!” you yelled out, going up to Connor and giving him a bear hug. He slung an arm around you, bringing him closer to him. He rested his chin on your head, inhaling your scented shampoo. He couldn’t pick out the scent, but you reminded him he needed to wash his hair soon.

“Solitaire doesn’t count. You literally okay that by yourself.”

You pushed him away, “Whatever, shut up. I’m not a sore loser at least.”

“You totally are though?” he remarks back, “You make up excuses. You just told your nephew he doesn’t know the alphabet because you’re angry you lost.”

“I said, whatever! Shut up.” you fake yell like you’re pissed off. “Connor, this is Carter, my favorite nephew. Carter, this is Connor, my least favorite friend.” Connor waved awkwardly at the child before him, Carter got up from his chair and jumped down. He tugged on his skinny jean pant leg that was still too big because he was so lanky. His legs were skinnier than yours.

“It’s touching me.” Connor whispered to you.

“Carter wants you to pick him up. He probably wants to tell you something.”

“How do I pick it up.”

“Connor, why are you an inept alien? Like you aren’t from earth.”

Connor leans down and scoops up Carter, Carter whispering something in his ear.

“Both our names do begin with C. You are correct. Here I thought you didn’t know your alphabet.” Connor repeated what Carter told him aloud, looking over at you and raising his eyebrow. Carter whispered again, cupping his hands around his mouth so you wouldn’t hear.

“You know until L,” he paused, listening more. “Yeah, no I get it, it does get confusing at that point.” Carter continued. You couldn’t help but to burn up at the sight. Your two favorite guys. “Yeah, I’ll stop talking out loud.” you assumed Carter asked him to keep the next thing a secret. Connor starts to turn red and looks at you for a split second. Connor puts Carter down, trickery written on your nephew’s face, bashfulness on Connor’s. Carter ran into your living room, picking up train tracks and started to build.

You squeeze Connor’s thin arm, “What did he tell you?”

Connor smiled lopsidedly, “It’s a secret. I can’t tell you.” he confidently takes your hand and dragged you into the living room. The three of you spend the day playing with trains, then move to watching rug rags, then back to trains, and then finally Carter passed out fast asleep coloring with Connor at the table. You pick Carter up, leaving Connor to keep coloring.

“Is he knocked out?” Connor realizing you left, walking to the bottom of the stairs, watching you walk up them with Carter on your back.

“Yes, finally. I thought we were going to have to play trains again. A girl can only play with Thomas a number of times before she goes a little stir crazy.”

Connor catches up to you on the steps, “I can put him to bed, if you wanna clean up downstairs.” he proposes, you nodded and let Connor take Carter off your back. You watched as Carter curled up in Connor’s chest, having your stomach dropped.

Shit. You really liked Connor.

You realized you were just staring at Connor, making him shift awkwardly under your stare. “Um, I’m, uh, yeah. I’m gonna go do that.” you chuckled awkwardly, going downstairs. Mentally punching yourself in the face for being weird. What the hell was wrong with you, you thought to yourself. You start with the crayons, putting them back in the box. You picked up pictures that Carter drew. You laughed at the stick figures, most of them being Connor, him, and you. Flipping through the pictures, Carter start drawing you and Connor holding hands, then there was one of you two dancing, then the last one displayed you kissing. You smile softly, thinking about the possibility of what Carter told Connor that he blushed so furiously at. You looked over at the end of the table, realizing a turned over paper where Connor was sitting. You glanced at the stairs making sure Connor was still upstairs. You creep over to the paper, turning it over.

It was you. Where you were sitting, coloring, looking down with strands of your hair falling in front of your eyes. Eyes that seemed to sparkle, smile lines that corresponded with an closed smirk, a soft dimple marking your cheek. He made you look so beautiful. It was so…  realistic. And, just amazing.

“Don’t look at that.” Connor hissed, trying taking it out of your hands.

“This is me…” you stated, trailing off.

“It’s nothing. Let it go.” he continued, not sure if he meant the paper or the topic.

“No, I have questions.”

“I’m not playing 20/20 questions. Just forget I drew that. Rip it up.”

“What did Carter tell you.”

“I have to go, (Y/N), it’s getting late.”

“Just tell me, Connor.”

“The secret? The stupid fucking secret some 3 year old told me?”

“I wanna know the secret you’ve been keeping from me for like 6 months.”

“And what the fuck would that be.” He knew what you were getting on about.

“Tell me how you feel about me.”

Connor blushed, “I’m leaving.”

“Stop,” you run in front of the door. Placing a hand on Connor’s chest.

“I can’t do this right now.”

“Then when will you?!” You whisper shout, remembering Carter is still upstairs sleeping,

You two stared at each other, both feeling vulnerable. Connor clenched his jaw.

“Never. You’re too good for me. You’re a thousand times too good for me. I don’t deserve you. I’m a loser, a freak. And you’re, I don’t even fucking know a good word to describe you. You're… just… perfect. And I know deep down you don’t actually like me. Just let me go home. I’ve embarrassed myself enough, don’t you think.

“You’re so dense, Connor.” You grabbed the back of his head, doing what he should’ve 6 months ago. Really, what you should’ve done 9 months ago. Your lips collided together. The kiss itself was flawed: Connor kissed you back to roughly, your noses bumped, and both of you kind of smelled like wax from the crayons. But it was enough. It was more than enough for both of you. It was perfect.

“Finally.” a tiny voice said from the top of the stairs, “Took you guys long enough.” You both snapped your heads over, breaking the kiss. It’s the fucking kid.

“Talk to us when you know the alphabet.” Connor called out, kissing you lightly this time like he’d never hurt you, and he never will. Carter trotted back to his room.

“Someone needs to tuck me in again.” Carter yelled. You looked over at Connor.

“Yeah, I got it.” Connor told you, and started for the stairs. “Oh, and if isn’t obvious, I fucking love you, (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes at his word choice, but your stomach did back flips, “I fucking love you, Murphy.”


I haven’t written anything in a while, so here you go! You have to pay really close attention because this plays a huge role in my next few posts. Plus, it’s like 3AM so I’m sorry if it’s not my best. Enjoy!

Summary: Shawn isn’t sleeping like he should be and it worries you. You try and get him to go to sleep, but it looks like you had to take a different approach.
Requested: Kinda… Not Really. It’ll make sense later.

I ran my hair through my hair as I made my way to the living room. Somehow, I have to get Shawn to stop working and come to bed. If I don’t, he will never go to sleep. I lean against the nearby doorway and watch Shawn from afar. His elbows are rested against his knees and his hands are clasped together under his chin, staring off into space.

“Hey, stranger.” I say making my way into the living room. Shawn opened his eyes and give me a tired smile, extending his arms out to me. He wraps them around my waist once I’m close enough.

“Hey.” He replied, his voice a few octaves deeper. I felt a shiver go through my body at the sound. I sat on his lap as he sat back on the couch with a groan, closing his eyes. I looked around and noticed a bunch of red bull cans along with multiple crumpled papers on the floor. I picked up one of the red bull cans.

“Did you drink all of these? You need a break.” I said, placing the can back on the coffee table. I faced my boyfriend, who was now half asleep with me on his lap. “Shawn!”

“Hmm?” He said sitting up and blinking repeatedly. I could see the bags starting to form under his red eyes. I took a deep breath and ran my hand through his hair, letting my nails softly rake against his scalp. He let out a hum and leaned into my hand, letting his eyes close.

“Shawn, you need to go to sleep.” I stated. Shawn sat up, running his hands over his face.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Babe, you’re exhausted. No matter how many red bulls you drink, it’s not going to change the fact that you need to sleep.” Shawn glanced at his lyrics sheets and papers that were lying on the table.  

“I don’t have time. It’s not that much, really. I just have to figure out the cords to a new song, choose a melody and write the right lyrics before I go on tour, which is in…2 days time.” He said with a sigh. “I just…I have to do this Y/N.”

I watch as Shawn looks at all his work. I can see the wheels turning in his head. He’s so talented and hardworking. He wants to make everything perfect for his fans. He doesn’t want to let anyone down, but he’s only 18. He’s still a growing boy who needs his sleep and if I can’t get him to sleep, then I’ll get to at least relax and take a break. He needs it.With that, I placed my lips on his, kissing him passionately. He kisses back only to pull away.

“What are you doing?” He asks, looking up at me with his tired brown eyes.

“If you won’t sleep, then at least take a break and relax. Relax with me.” I say placing my lips back on his. He starts to pull away again, but I deepen the kiss, causing him to let out a moan. My hands find the back of his head, pulling softly at his hair.

He pulls me closer to him, causing me to straddle him. I slowly start to rock my hips back and forth as I trail kisses from the base of his neck to his earlobe, tugging on it with my teeth. Shawn lets out a low moan.

Suddenly, Shawn flips us over, pinning me to the couch in one move, catching me off guard. He started to place excruciatingly soft kisses on my collar bone, trailing them up to just under my ear. I felt my breathing hitch.

“You can’t tease me like that, Y/N,” Shawn whispered in my ear, kissing up and down my neck.

“Why not?” I asked, trying to stay focused on his words and not the pleasure his lips were creating.

“Because I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.” He whispered against my skin, giving me goosebumps. “You know, not being able to touch you…kiss you, well, everywhere.”

Shawn’s soft lips grazed over mine as he pinned my hands up above my head, interlocking our hands together. He dipped his head to the base of my neck and started to suck on my soft spot. I let out a moan as he softly bit down on it. Finally, his place his lips on mine, his hands planted firmly on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, puling him in closer to me.

He fiddled with the waist of my loose, but comfortable, pajamas before sliding them off of me. I felt him smirk into the kiss when he realized I was wearing one of his shirts, which he didn’t remove.  Before he could do anything else, I flipped us over so that I was straddling him as he sat on the couch.

“I’m supposed to help you relax, remember.” I said with a smirk. “I heard that massages are supposed to be very relaxing.” I slowly started to palm Shawn over his jeans, earning a grunt from him. After a few minutes of palming him, I undid his pants and slide them off. “But I think it works better if your pants are off.”

With that, I slide my hand into Shawn’s boxers and started to rub him. He threw his head back and bit down on his bottom lip, his breathing getting faster. Usually, it’s Shawn making me feel like this so it’s nice knowing I have this effect on him. I start to rub faster and a string of curse word flow out of Shawn’s mouth.

“Y/N,” Shawn moans, his hands digging into my hips. “Baby.”

Shawn places his hand over mine, causing me to stop jerking him off. His chest rises and falls rapidly and I could tell he was close. He looks me in the eye as he takes off my underwear.

“I need you.” He states, making my heart jump. He pulls off his underwear and picks me up by my hips with ease. He looks at me and I nod my head.

Shawn gently sets me down on top of him with a grunt. I close my eyes at the pain, but it quickly turns into pleasure, causing me to let out a moan. I placed my hands on his chest as I start to roll my hips. Shawn and I let out a moan at the same time.

“Faster, Baby.” He moans. I start to roll my hips faster and Shawn throws his head back and bites his lip again as another string of curse words flow out of his mouth. He holds my hips down, making me go down hard on him. I grab onto his bare shoulder to keep my balance, my nails digging into his skin. ”I’m not gonna last much longer.” Shawn grunts in my ear.

“Me neither,” I pant, throwing my head back at the amount of pleasure I’m feeling. I let out a loud moan as Shawn guides my hips down faster. A low grunt escapes Shawn’s mouth as he places his lips over mine. The kiss is passionate, yet hungry. I let out a whimper as I get closer to my high.  

Soon, Shawn stills inside of me and my vision goes white as our highs wash over us. Shawn’s head drops to the crook of my neck and we are both left panting and sweaty. I grab a nearby blanket and slide off of him.

“I guess your gonna get back to work now?” I ask, hoping I tired him out. Shawn shakes his head, still breathing heavily. He lays beside me, placing kisses on my shoulder blades.

“I knew what your plan was when you started kissing me. It turned out better than I thought.” He said and with that, we both drifted off.

Riverdale Imagine: Music Notes, Pie, and Archie Andrews (Archie x reader)

Anonymous: Hello darling! I was just wondering – turn it down if you wanna – if you could do a Archie and a really shy reader. When it comes to like PDA or she’s just really really shy and she gets nervous/panics when she meets new people or speak in front of the class and he try to help her out of the shell by meeting his friends and encourages her to speak up.

Summary: The reader meets Archie over the summer as she has just moved to Riverdale and happens to be next door to him. He hears her playing guitar and, despite her shyness, insists that she needs to help him with his songs. By the end of the summer they are dating but as school approaches, the reader is nervous to meet his friends.

Approx. 1455 words

It all started over the summer. It was a boiling hot day and Mum had insisted I spent the day outside, even if that just meant in our garden. I’d given up on sunbathing hours before and was now curled up in the shade of the old oak tree with my guitar. Pages of sheet-music fanned out around me like a blanket, weighed down with tiny pebbles to prevent them from fluttering away in the light breeze.  I was completely engrossed in my music, unaware of everyone and everything, pausing at intervals to record music-notes and lyrics, when I heard an unfamiliar voice call from somewhere behind me.

“You’re going to have to help me with my music sometime, your playing is amazing!”

I jumped and spun around in shock, my gaze greeted by the confident smirk of an auburn-haired teenage boy. A teenage boy who was sitting on my garden fence, sweaty and shirtless. I swallowed hard as I felt my blood rush to my face, feeling the rouge of hot embarrassment spread over my cheeks as I desperately struggled to think of a response. This, it would seem, was the attractive young neighbour that my Mum had been trying to make me talk to all summer with little success. I cringed as I remembered how I had hid in my room the day we had moved in when him and his dad had come to introduce themselves. Even as child I had been unusually shy, still clinging onto my parents long after everyone else had stopped and as a result I struggled to make friends. My parents’ divorce and the recent move to Riverdale hadn’t helped matters, and I was secretly hoping to spend my last two years at school largely unnoticed. Unfortunately for me though, a new girl in a small town never goes unnoticed.

“I’m sorry” he laughed, “I didn’t mean to startle you. I was only trying to get a look at the mystery girl from next door.” He winked at me and jumped off the wall and into my garden, his toned stomach flexing at the effort. “It’s Y/N right?” I nodded shyly, “I’m Archie Andrews.”

“Hi…” I mumbled pathetically as I began fumbling with my sheet music, making it into a messy pile in an attempt to hide it from Archie’s amused gaze.

“How long have you been playing guitar?” He asked innocently as he gestured towards where my instrument was lying on the grass. I smiled as I picked it up and stroked the polished wood.

“I think the real question is when am I not playing. Guitar, piano, drums… I’ll play anything. It drives my mum nuts. I guess that’s why I’m an only child.” I joked. After a momentary pause, Archie roared with laughter and I smiled back nervously.

“I like you Y/N, you’re cool.” He beamed at me. “I heard you playing earlier and, I’m being totally honest, you’re pretty fucking good.” I blushed again and tucked my hair behind my ears in an attempt to hide my embarrassment, how long had he been listening? “So…” he continued, “I was wondering if you would come over to mine for a couple of hours and go through my music with me, I could really use your expertise.” He pleaded.

I was about to decline and was in the middle of finding a believable excuse when I glanced up and looked into his hopeful face. I smiled and rolled my eyes as I slung my guitar over my shoulder and gathered up my sheet music.

“What’s in it for me Andrews?” I asked with mock seriousness.

“Well Y/N, you get to stare at my beautiful face for two whole hours!” He laughed at my skeptical expression. He tried again. “We have apple pie?”  

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is it so much to ask that you text me back
I’m so scared of losing touch I’m scared to ask if you know that
the reason why I try so hard to be nice
is so no one else will leave me behind
you’re right that it’s not that hard to tell the ones that you love
how much they mean and how you’d feel if it was them and not us
but I can make the time in my life to be sad every time you’re around me

how did it make you feel to know you’re not quite enough
for someone who took so much from you and then just gave up
on the things that used to make me so glad I got to be holding your hand
‘cause I’m not too busy i’m just still dizzy trying to
catch my fucking breath through these sweat-soaked sheets
but you’re still so pretty and I’m still to skinny to hold
all this weight on my own

but I find the time to tell everyone I love
that someday I won’t need them anymore but that’s because
they’ve given me everything I need to be me
you let me be me

I’m not going back to my bed before I find a way to tire myself out
it seems that everything tires me out except trying to get some rest

Jersey [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: You’re a journalist and your neighbor is playing music too loud, you go to complain and turns out he is writing a musical.

Word count: 1,168

Warnings: None. Light cursing maybe?

Author notes: MY FIRST DRABBLE YOU GUYS! I think it turned out better than I imagined. Please let me know what you think, if you like maybe I can write more?

“You need to stop!” Your words echoed on the hallway that connected your apartment to the rest of the building. The loud music suddenly paused and you exhaled in relief after slamming the door. 

You had three articles to write until the end of the week, the last thing you needed on that friday night was the same song played slightly differently for what seemed like hours to you, it was already bad enough that you had to ditch your friends because of work. 

When the inspiration came back to you the words just flew from your mind all the way to your laptop. Your fingers moved quickly and you wrote not more than two paragraphs before the loud drums started once again.

That was the last straw. 

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“Harry Styles” by Harry Styles (Review)

Guess who’s bringing rock n’ roll back to the 2010s? That’s right, ladies. Harry Styles.

After a rocky last few years and worrisome hiatus, Harry Styles has officially begun his much awaited solo project with the release of his self-titled debut album, Harry Styles. The 10-track record, ranging from simple acoustic songs to jaw-dropping ballads, completely blew me out of the water and took me on a journey through the sides of him that I went 6 years without truly understanding. 

Going into this, I knew this wasn’t going to be a biased review. Although I was a massive One Direction fan a few years ago, I eventually grew out of them when I found other bands that suited my music taste a little more than what they were producing. I am not afraid to admit that Made In the AM was a not a good album in my opinion, nor was FOUR a home-run for me either. But, that was One Direction. This is Harry Styles, and my respect for him has skyrocketed as his new album exceeded every expectation I had for it. 

So, let’s dive into this iconic masterpiece, shall we?

Track 1: Meet Me In The Hallway.

The 10-track album opens up with “Meet Me in The Hallway”, a dreamy and lethargic taste of what’s to come later on in the record. The song starts off with Styles murmuring some numbers under his breath, and then transcends into a funky melody of faded vocals and fingers picking the strings on a finely tuned guitar. If the musical elements of this song weren’t already ambiguous enough, the lyrics only push my curiosity further. The repetitive line “Gotta get better” was mysterious; What could this possibly mean? Was his meaning shallow, or was he really in a dark place throughout the writing process of this record? It made me, the listener, wonder how deep this album could go, or how equivocal it could remain.

Overall, “Meet Me In The Hallway” was the perfect song to open Harry Styles up with, and I will explain why more towards the end of this review. 

Song rating: 8/10

Track 2: Sign Of The Times.

Styles’ infamous debut single, “Sign Of The Times”, follows after the album’s whimsical introduction. My initial reaction to this song when it first dropped back in April was nothing but positive: although the first verse of the song was questionable for my taste, I fell in love with the song the second the chorus began. From that moment on, I’ve been a huge fan of it.

“Sign Of The Times”, in my opinion, is a successful attempt at modernizing classic rock. It has certain elements to it that remind me of a lot of artists from the Classic Rock age, and it doesn’t make Styles seem like a “poser” at all. The song altogether - from the lyrics to the melody - is extremely mysterious and I’m sure it generated a lot of excitement to hear the rest of the album beyond just my own curiosity.

Song rating: 8.5/10

Track 3: Carolina.

In Harry Styles’ 3rd track, titled “Carolina”, Styles’ smooth voice tells a cheeky story of a girl from the South who immerses herself into the superficial world of the Los Angeles, California. The chorus of “Carolina” is fun, upbeat, and sexy in the most classy way possible. The constant La la la la’s in the background put a grin on my face every time I listen to the song. 

Although I feel like some parts of this track are childish, that is not a negative observation. They’re childish in a way that still works extremely well and keeps the song fun and current.

Song rating: 8.5/10

Track 4:  Two Ghosts.

I must admit that I hit a small bump in the road after “Carolina”. The next two songs on the album, titled “Two Ghosts” and “Sweet Creature”, are probably my least favorite songs on Harry Styles. This may come as a shock for some people, because I’ve gotten the sense that these are some fans’ absolute favorite songs from the whole album. Just hear me out you guys, I promise I have a rational reason.

The thing I dislike about “Two Ghosts” is that it is musically forgettable. Don’t get me wrong, the lyrics are magnificent; They are powerful and poetically heartbreaking. It’s plain to see that Styles was describing a low time in his life, and I respect him for opening up. But the tune of the song, in my opinion, just doesn’t do the words justice. From a musical perspective, “Two Ghosts” wasn’t as unique as the other songs off the album, which causes me to skip it most of the times it comes on. 

Song rating: 5.5/10

Track 5: Sweet Creature.

Similarly, “Sweet Creature” has lovely lyrics, but with just a simple guitar and a few backing vocals behind it all, I feel like it is not enough to truly wow me. 

Personally, I love when songs have a lot of production in them. I like songs that don’t rely solely on the lyrics to entice people, but use instruments to help create a masterpiece as well. “Sweet Creature”, from a musical standpoint, needs some more instruments to help bring it to life. 

But, then again, there are a lot of people who like simple songs like that. So, to turn this bump in the road into a positive pit-stop, at least this album has diversity. 

Song rating: 5/10

And then, we are brought to the 6th track on the album, and a huge transition is made. We leave this calm and gentle side of Harry Styles and enter a whole new world of sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll. Literally.

Track 6: Only Angel.

“Only Angel” begins with an almost minute-long introduction consisting of a gods singing and a soft piano and in the distance. The intro sounds as if we’re all being lifted into heaven aboard a bedazzled spaceship with Styles behind the wheel. Everything is calm and euphoric until we are immediately thrown back down into a 1970s rock concert at the 53-second mark, and the song truly begins.

“Only Angel” is a lyrically and musically genius song. ‘I’m just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth’ and ‘She’s gonna be an angel … when it turns out she’s a devil in between the sheets’ are just a few lines that I found to be not only surprising, but clever as well. 

Song rating: 9/10

Track 7: Kiwi.

Don’t even get me started on this song. This was the first track I listened to off Harry Styles, and to say I was shocked is an understatement. I was shocked in a good way, of course.

Being one of my favorite songs on the record, “Kiwi” is yet another bold and daring taste of Harry’s rock n’ roll side. The melody of the song is sassy, very sexual, and probably takes a lot of parents back a few decades to what they often refer to as “simpler times”. 

The lyrics show that Styles knows what he’s doing. Some phrases that stick out to me are ‘She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes, hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect’ and ‘It’s New York, baby, always jacked up, Holland Tunnel for a nose, it’s always backed up’. One particular line in the bridge that I think is pure lyrical genius is “She sits beside me like a silhouette. Hard candy dripping on me ‘til my feet are wet”. 

Whenever “Kiwi” comes on, there is no way I can get myself to skip it.
In combination with “Only Angel”, these two songs are proof that Harry is not afraid to step out of his comfort zone and say the things he never could when he was in a boyband.

Song rating: 10/10

Track 8: Ever Since New York.

“Ever Since New York”, with it’s charming lyrics and soothing guitar riffs, is a nice cool-down from “Kiwi” and “Only Angel”. I feel like this song is very visual. Something about it will take your mind back to a particular memory or time in your life… or, if you’re me, it’ll take you back to a scene from your favorite movie. 

Whenever I listen to this song, for some reason my mind visualizes that scene from Almost Famous where they’re all piled in the tour bus, driving across the country and singing Tiny Dancer together. Everything about that scene is graceful and heartwarming, as is this song, although it is rather sad. 

One negative thing I have to point out about “Ever Since New York” is that it get’s pretty repetitive after a while. I feel like the phrase ‘Tell me something I don’t already know’ is used too many times, and Styles could’ve incorporated other lyrics in those spaces. With just a little more variation, this song could’ve been a huge hit.

Song rating: 7/10

Track 9: Woman.

The 9th track on Harry Styles is yet another song that I refuse to skip whenever it comes on. “Woman” is one of the best songs on this record, and I’m sure many Harry Styles fans can agree with me. 

The beginning is one of the most unique introductions on Harry Styles. The random man asking about romantic comedies throws you off at first, but then the piano transcends into the enticing guitar riff and you are brought back into reality, as the song truly begins.

The chorus is short, sweet, to the point, and catchy as hell. It makes me wonder how this concept came to Styles’ mind and why he decided to take a plain word and fuze it into the song in such an elementary way. All he’s got to say is ‘woman’ over and over again and poof! It’s a masterpiece.

He took the word ‘woman’ and truly transformed it into a work of art. Because, let’s face it: Women are beautiful, and sometimes all we need is a simple, charming song like this to prove it. As Styles sings about this mysterious woman (or perhaps all women in general) he does it in a way that is sexy and fun, yes, but he doesn’t objectify us. I give him mad kudos for this one.

Song rating: 10/10

Track 10: From The Dining Table.

The final track on Harry Styles is “From The Dining Table”, a soothingly sad song that brings the album to a satisfying close. This song explores the final side of Styles that is a little bit more raw and truthful than the others portrayed on this record. The guitar and edited vocals create a chill, almost Jack Johnson-like sound while the mature lyrics show that he is finally able to grow up after certain expectations prevented him from doing so. 

For example, I’m sure the line in the first verse that goes ‘played with myself, where were you?’ came as a shock to some fans, but in an exciting way. The song is simple but powerful, and just as mysterious as the beginning of the album. I feel like this song and “Meet Me In The Hallway” are very similar to each other in a lot of ways, and they both work together to bring the album around into a full circle, with an interesting beginning and successful ending.

Song rating: 8.5/10

Overall, I think this album was amazing and something that the music industry was in need of. I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels that every so often, the radio runs dry and repetitive. Harry Styles, still in its rightful place at the top of the charts, is something new and different, a breath of fresh air for us all after we’ve been drowning in generic pop songs that all sound the same for so long. 

I didn’t know what I was expecting Harry Styles’ first solo album to sound like, but it wasn’t what I got. Everything about this record, from the melodies to the lyrics, completely exceeded my expectations and impressed me beyond belief. 

I wish there were more than just 10 songs on this album, but perhaps that means that Styles will be back relatively soon with another masterpiece to share with the world. I’ve got mad respect for Harry Styles after hearing this album, and I hope that those who once judged him or ignored his talents because he was in a “boyband” can eventually come around with an open mind, and appreciate what he has been able to do on his own. 

Overall Album Rating: 8.7/10

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He would be very confused on what to do. On one hand he would want to help you and try to maybe get you some professional help, on the other hand, he may think that it would be better to leave you alone and not get involved. But if one thing is definitely certain, the minute he sees a tear trailing down your face, he is right there beside you.

“Please don’t cry, your face is too beautiful to stain”

V (Taehyung)

V would be broken the minute he heard those words come out of your mouth. He would be hurt and a bit angry as well. Why would you think so poorly of yourself? You were his queen, something to be worshipped and admired. Had everything he had said to you in the past not mattered now? He would go up to you and hug you tightly, refusing to let go because he did not want to see someone he loved in so much pain.

“Why? Why are you lying to self with such horrible words?”


Again, I think Jimin would be very hurt once you said those words, but instead of anger; he would become very disappointed in himself. He would think that perhaps he was not treating you right. Or the complications of having a long distant relationship had a more damaging impact on your relationship than he had originally thought. Later that night, he would come in while you were sleeping and hold you close.

“From now on, I am going to make it my top priority to make you see the angel that you are”


J-hope would feel guilty about the way you were feeling. He would think that it was because he was too jokey and unserious all the time, it had made him look less trusting and unable to open up to you. He would walk over to you and pull you sit in his lap while holding you tight.

“I want us to stay right here, we are not leaving till we have a better understanding of each other, no matter how long it takes”


Suga would be mad. He would just fuming, at everything. He would be mad at you for not trusting him. He would be mad at himself for not realizing it sooner or for not being a good enough body. He would be mad at the band for taking away so much of his personal time, Just everything. He would go and take a walk for some time before finally returning home. When you would go to greet him, he would just pull you in for a bone-crushing hug.

“You know that you can tell me everything right?”

Rap Monster

Rap monster would be confused as well as to what to do. He would have spent days thinking about what was the right approach to these kind of things because It was a highly sensitive topic. However, he finally decided to compose a song for you that explained all the reasons to why he loved you. When he was finished and performed the song to you, he gave you the sheet music as well as the lyrics.

“Here, I want you to keep this just for yourself. So whenever you start having second thoughts about my feelings for you, this will always put your mind at ease.”


Jin would partly beat himself up when he heard you say such things about yourself. He is known for always saying how beautiful he was and how he thinks he is the best looking person in the world. But he did not take in account of any of your own feelings and was now just realising just how insecure you were about yourself. He would take you into the nearest bathroom and look at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror whilst hugging you.

“You see, I’ve been lying. The person inferno of me is the most beautiful person in the world”

Tied To My Brain

Dan Smith Mini-Fic

You slumped into the couch and next to your boyfriend. It was two days after the Paris attacks and you were still feeling the anxiety and terror that many were feeling. “What’s up, Daniel?” You said.

He shrugged as he pulled you closer to his side before resuming his attention to the papers before him. “Hmm, the usual, babe.” He softly smiled, comforted by your presence.

You gave a laugh before reaching for one of the papers. “Is this the nameless music you started yesterday?”

“It is, but it now has a name though.”

You nodded carefully before looking at the paper he had in one hand. “’Warmth’ is it? What’s it about?” You got to have a better look at the sheet music, since he usually has the music notes on the piano before writing lyrics.

“It’s about you,” He said it so nonchalantly it almost made you burst out in laughter due to confusion. Almost.

“Me? Again? When did you become such an ugly soft?” You chuckled.

“I’ve always been an ugly soft, shut up.” 

“Whatever, babe.” You shrugged, then began to fiddle with a string from his hoodie. “I really don’t want to go to Kyle’s house party.” You made sure you placed strong emphasis on ‘really’.

“And why is that?” He softly laughed, placing his cheek on top of your head.

“I dunno. I have this strong urge to just stay in, cuddle, pop in a movie, eat some take-out… Y’know? Plus it’s raining, what better way to spend a rainy day than be inside!”

He gave out a soft hum. “Yeah, I understand. I don’t want to work on music or see anyone today.”

You both sat there in silence, letting the rain set the somber tone. It was true, you wanted to stay in and do nothing but be with your boyfriend. “Can you tell me that one story of Woody at the bar in New York?” You wrapped your arms around Dan, so he did the same.

Your question, though, made Dan laugh while doing so. “Um? I suppose… Well, as you know, we were coming back from our show–…”

It was that quick that you felt yourself drift to a heavy sleep.

You were slowly waking up mentally, but you let your eyes be shut for a while. You could hear the piano and Dan’s voice. Working on music.

Properly opening your eyes, you sat up from the laid down position that you were in on the couch. Knowing you went to bug Dan around 4 P.M, you were surprised to see it was close to 11:30 P.M. Well, looks like you wouldn’t be making it to Kyle’s party. 

Groggily getting up, you wandered to the room where all the music equipment was at. The door was wide open, but you just leaned against the doorframe, not wanting to disturb Dan. 

“You were the light that is blinding me
You’re the anchor that I tie to my brain
‘Cause when it feels when I’m lost at sea
You’re the song that I sing again and again
All the time, all the time
I think of you all the time
All the time, all the time
I think of you all the time.”

Those were the last words that you managed to catch before he stopped singing and just played, from you assumed, was the end of the song. You let the last piano notes ring before you cleared your throat. Should you let him know that you heard that? 

“That was a nice ending riff, wish I heard the lyrics. Was that ‘Warmth?’” You faked the comment.

He nodded solemnly. “It’s not ‘Warmth’, no, but you will hear it, one day. Trust me?”

“Trust you.” You cleared your throat once more. “So, uh, how long have you been awake? I guess I slept, like what, seven hours?”

“I didn’t go to sleep.”

“Daniel!” You cried. “It’’s getting late.”

He gave you a shit-eating grin. “I know! I know, but I had to finish this song in one go, I didn’t want to loose inspiration.”

“So is it finished?”


“Then get ready for bed! I’ll go make us some tea.”

“I’ll just hop in the shower then.” He smiled and jumped up. He ran to plant a quick kiss on your lips before rushing to the bedroom.

You rolled you eyes and headed back to the kitchen. You prepared the dishes, the cookies, and set the cool kettle on the stove. However, you couldn’t get rid of that song. You needed to see the full thing.

With this strong curiosity in mind, you headed back to the music and looked through the sheets of music. It was titled ‘The Anchor’. You, then, knew you were going to cry.

The lyrics were about you, no doubt, but what they said made your heart heavy with love. He had such a powerful way with words you were jealous of him. You re-read everything over and over again, hungry to memorize the entire song. You were his muse, his inspiration, the love of his life, his anchor. You were the one holding him down.

You were already crying but it wasn’t until one hit a sheet of the music that you realized that you shouldn’t be here to long. You rushed back to the kitchen to make sure nothing was overheating. You splashed your face with cool water, as well as dabbing a kitchen towel with cold water over your eyes, to make sure that the evidence of crying would be whipped.

You couldn’t stop thinking of the song, though. The fact he thought of you as his anchor was beautiful. Then, an idea came to you.

You studied the piece of art with care in the mirror. The detail, the color, the meaning; all amazing, all worth the pain and money. 

“Just follow the instructions on the packet, same from what I’ve told you, and you should be good to go!”

“Again, thank you!” You gave the person a short, unexpected hug, before rushing outside and hopping into your car. You had ‘The Anchor’ stuck in your head the entire drive home. You just couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.

You made sure you opened and closed the front door with caution, as you didn’t to alarm him. You made your way to the living room and stood in the middle, and you made sure that your back wouldn’t be facing the entrance from the hallway to the living room. “Hey, babe, could you come in the living room? I got something to show you!” You yelled.

“I’m coming!” His voice rang from the music room, you could tell. His footsteps just got closer and closer. “What do you need?” He smiled, inspecting the fact you looked normal.

“Stand in front of me.” You pointed to the spot. “And then close your eyes, no peeking.”

“I swear, if it’s a puppy…” He laughed, making his way to his position and then closed his eyes.

You waved your hand in front of his eyes before turning around in satisfaction. Per instruction, you already had your hair up in a bun. You would have it up for quiet a while.

“Okay, now look.” With your heart racing and blood rushing in your ears, you squeezed your eyes shut.

He was in shock. There you were, with a tattoo of an anchor. A beautiful one at that. It was a nice shade of dark, navy blue, and the ropes stretched up but seemed to disappear within your neck. It was so realistic! “Is that, is that, an anchor?”

Not wanting to face him just yet, you nodded. “The night that we didn’t go to Kyle’s party, I actually heard the song. And when you were in the shower, I looked at it again. I’m sorry, but it was so beautiful. I cried while reading the lyrics over and over and over again. Dan, I’m sorry I looked. I really am.” Your voice broke towards the end as you actually began to well up with tears. “I’m so sorry.”

People got tattoos of his lyrics, of the band name, the symbol, so this shouldn’t be a big deal to him. But it was different. You, his lover, got a tattoo of his work. His stuff! He couldn’t believe he meant that much to you, that you loved him that much. Daniel typically viewed himself unworthy of your love, of your company. 

“Don’t apologize.” Was all he managed to croak out. He was still in a state of shock. 

You buried your head into your hands as you began to actually full on sob. You weren’t crying over the fact you looked at his surprise work, but over the amount of love you had for him.

He stepped up to hug you from behind. It was when he buried his face into the crook of your neck that you felt the tears of his eyes. Oh my god, he was crying too!

You quickly turned around to embrace him in a hug, and he responded by holding on to you tightly. 

The two of you cried there for quiet a while, clearly overwhelmed with love you had for one another. You both let the time pass as you two tried to calm yourselves.

“I had to get this tattoo because you’re tied to my brain, too.” You finally explained yourself slowly. “You’re my anchor.”

Dan separated himself from the hug to get a good look at you. “I love you so fucking much.” He looked right into your eyes when he said that.

“I love you, too.” You smiled.

“I’ll propose to you one day, I swear. You’re the only one I want, from here on out. Trust me?”

“I trust you.”

our skies fall

Originally posted by sushihairjiyong

Title: our skies fall
Pairing: Kwon Jiyong/Reader
Summary: Sometimes, when we learn how to love deeply we become egoistic creatures and Jiyong was guilty of said feeling. His girlfriend and his best friends were only friends, right?

Jiyong is always careful with how he sees his environments, whether his actions are a little bit blunter than his thoughts is up to the viewers that were outside his life, constantly criticizing every single step, deed and word that seemed to make his way out of the persona that was Kwon Jiyong, also an idol to the eyes of the world. Carefulness brings him to hide his meetings with his family because fans can do something to is family to make them uncomfortable without really wanting to, it also makes him keep an eye on what he posts on social media and what he does not because a few words can make a big impact and end up in the headlines of millions of magazines. Long before when he started being an idol he stopped dating altogether, he didn’t even see anyone romantically for more than a few weeks because he was that busy but since he met her, that intelligent producer that worked with him on a few songs of one of his albums, he felt the need to continue seeing her for the rest of his eyes.

There they were, four years and five months later and still as in love as ever.

Apart from careful, Jiyong is protective, even with his sister whenever she went out with her friends to have a few drinks, he also wraps an arm around his parents when they are out to eat and cameras try to engulf them, so naturally he’s protective of his girlfriend. At first it started when the two were friends and not only would he like to wait or her until she finished her work but he also walked her home, now that they were officially a couple and doing some errands to move in together, his hands would interlock with hers and he’d glare at those around the building that dared to flirt with her; whether it was a trainee, a staff member or another idol, he just wanted her to be safe and there was no safer place than his arms. However, he feels a little bit left out when he is sitting on the couch as she edits a track that Seunghyun was working on and not only was he looking at the way the younger laughed as she corrected him on something but he also saw the smile over her face and he knew it was the exchange of affection of many others.

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You Are My Song (Pt. 8)

Originally posted by babywoon

Summary: You meet Kihyun in psychology class and can’t stand him.  Outside of class is a different story.

Disclaimer: All of the things mentioned in this story are all works of fiction and have been made up by me, the author.  I did not intend to make anything based on real life, and any coincidences to real life are purely coincidences.

Members: Kihyun x Reader

Rating: PG-13/Fluff/brief mentions of smut

Length: 2,738 words

Notes: This chapter takes place in Kihyun’s POV

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beverly baby

characters: nameless male character/optional bias (or the muse below), a genius idol that works hard but is easily misguided when caught off guard. nameless female character, the party girl with a glass in one hand and the idol’s better judgement in another. you, the girl that just might be his saving grace

genre + plot: angst, mention of smut. the idol meets a girl who parties and drinks so much champagne that he becomes an alcoholic to her love and drowns out the rest of his life and relationships. her champagne and sham pain after the split leads to girl number two: you.

wc: 1,551

muse: bts’ yoongi

Seeing her there, confetti in her hair, bubbling champagne in her glass, a smile lighting up her features, carefree eyes glimmering with life… It was indescribable. B/N had never seen or felt anything like that before; she seemed to have created a whole other plane of joy that he can’t reach. Still, though, he wanted to be beside her, so he whisked her away to the balcony and talked into the night with her, his jacket soon becoming a blanket around her bare shoulders as they huddled into a car together on the path to his house.

In the light of his room, she looked even more beautiful. She was an art piece he’s never imagined, a melody he’s never written, a scene that he’d never look away from. She danced and spun around his room with another glass of alcohol in her slender hand, her dress caught the light and her pretty lips caught his between mouthed lyrics of that acoustic song playing. He’s stayed up late before, writing songs and lyrics for anyone, but then he wanted to push all that aside for her.

So he did.

He only wrote one kind of song. He’d harmonize with her body under silk sheets, rap the fastest lyrics he’s ever written between her legs, and produce beats with each of their hearts. Everything he once did became about her and he didn’t mind. She’d crash at his place on a Friday so that the day after could be filled with whatever they’d want: expensive food, designer clothes shopping, pricey champagne, luxurious parties, and complete craziness. Him crazy about her and her crazy about the same. Crazy was one way he was described due to falling for her every smile, but he didn’t see it past each dazzling tooth.

“I love this song! Babe, dance with me!” she squealed out on another Saturday night, setting her bubbling drink down in a hurry. B/N found himself entranced again, their bodies moving together and creating their own symphony as they danced to a different genre. His ears weren’t ringing in pain from the obnoxious volume, for he only heard her musical laughter as she carelessly danced away with his sanity.

And she did every Saturday night they were together, always at a party, and always with her favorite drink. Did he grow tired of it then? Of course not. But his friends did.

“B/N, she’s using you.”

“She just needs you to get into parties.”

“She’s so loud and uncontrollable.”

“She just wants you to buy her clothes and fancy drinks and food, hyung.”

“She wants me to be home right now. We’re going out to dinner soon, so I need to get ready,” B/N snapped. His “friends” were cutting into his time with her and he wouldn’t dare to displease the woman he loves.

“Can’t you just spend a weekend with us for once?”

“Yeah, we don’t see you anymore, hyung.”

B/N sighed softly. “Yeah, I’ll tell her you guys are coming to dinner with us.”

He doesn’t see the six faces of distress and annoyance due to looking down at his phone to find her contact at the top of his favorites list.

That dinner had some tension but B/N was too busy feeding the girl leaning on his shoulder to notice anything wrong. He didn’t notice how quick he was to leave when she requested, didn’t notice how annoyed his friends were at his actions, didn’t notice she was toxic.

“Tell me you noticed it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Babe, they were totally giving us dirty looks. And I mean, I love when people stare jealously at us, but it was really awkward. You said they liked me.”

B/N could hear the pout of her precious lips with each word so he swiftly made his way over to her, quick to wipe away the sadness with a kiss. “They do. They’re just stubborn. I’ll talk to them tomorrow okay?”

“Mmkay…” She batted her lashes at him, her pretty lips pouting again.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, searching her features for any hint.

“Kiss me.”

And he did. He kissed her more than there are stars in the sky as they rode to another party and back. But he didn’t just talk to his friends the next day, they argued, something they haven’t done in a while.

“Tell me you noticed it!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“You literally do everything she says, B/N. You told her no maybe once at dinner and then gave in right after. You can’t control a girl like her.”

“She’s not supposed to be controlled!” B/N spat. “She’s human and we’re happily in love.”

She’s happy! You’re brainwashed! She’s happy and in love with all you give her and not with you! And trust me, you can’t buy her, just her clothes.”

“Shut up, will you? Don’t talk about her like that–”

“He’s right, hyung. She’s ruining you and our friendship.”

“Maybe this was never a friendship to begin with,” B/N hissed. And then he left, drowning himself in her and her fancy champagne he bought her.

He didn’t talk to his friends for weeks, save for when they had to work together. Still, their words affected him more than he wanted to admit, so he tried to say something to her, only to be pushed back into silence. Whatever intervention his friends wanted to have regarding her was useless, and he was beginning to see that. There was no changing her or his feelings for her, and he wasn’t mad. He loved her just the way she was; she didn’t need intervention and neither did their relationship.

…He thought. She didn’t come over one Friday and it hurt. He knew he should be understanding, but he needed her. He wasn’t anything without her except dull. She was the spark he needed but she slipped from his fingers. His mind raced the entire weekend, leaving him on edge with worries that don’t exist, for she was there the next Friday, sipping on her champagne and his sanity.

“I missed you,” he breathed onto her skin Friday night. She sighed contently, manicured fingers skimming his scalp as she combed his hair back.

“Of course you did, love,” she said with a teasing smile that he barely caught a glimpse of before her lips caught his. “You better miss me or else I might cry.”

B/N chuckled and ran his hands up her thighs. “How about I make you cry in different ways?”

Again, harmonies were made in the sheets with essays of lyrics in between her legs and they both enjoyed every second of it. He let their Friday night and all of Saturday be controlled by her, as always, because he wasn’t sure what he’d do if she ever was absent from his life even just for one weekend again. He was sure he’d suffocate without her, his air, but he didn’t have to worry about that with her there. He thought he would never have to worry about it because he gave her everything she wanted and she was everything he wanted, but he was proven wrong.

The next weekend was lacking the air he needed.

The weekend after that she was there, he could breathe, but she didn’t return his affections.

And again, the weekend after that, he was breathless. And the next, and the next, till eventually, his lungs gave up. He tried looking for her, but there was no use. He thought it would be easy to find someone who attended every party as the center of attention, but he couldn’t find her. He never did. He lost his spark and swore to never create a harmony or write lyrics or produce another soulless beat again.

He couldn’t bear to look at the bubbly reminder of his loss, so he locked it away – a secret hope that maybe when she was revealed, he could once again reveal those bottles. He paid off his bills without reading the details. He kept spent time in bars more than in his own room, which was another reminder of her. He didn’t want a reminder of her, he just wanted her. He was terribly addicted to her but she floated right past him and burst into thin air like something else they were both very familiar with.

A hand slapping down on the shiny wood of the bar jolted B/N back to reality and his tired eyes snapped over to the noise maker. His once faceless enemy came into view and the familiar feeling of loneliness hit him. This was a face he turned away from when he received warnings. He did this to himself.

“Hyung, allow me to introduce you to someone,” Taehyung said proudly, not seeming mad at B/N at all for the bad blood that was once between them. “This is Y/N. She likes a Shirley Temple with extra cherries, so make sure you get her one.”

Taehyung stepped out of the way with his flashy smile burning the image of the beauty in front of B/N into his mind. His heart is beating in a syncopated rhythm and his breath accented as he takes in the art before him. He’s breathless again but in the best way.

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Been That Way - Bryson Tiller pt.1

Basically, this imagine was about Bryson and y/n going through a rough patch in their relationship at the moment. Y/n has been blind to it but Bryson has been woke about the situation. Bryson and y/n get into it one night and y/n is ready to call it off, but Bryson isn’t having it.

Been That Way


Bryson got back home late.. Again. I get that he has a carrier and it takes his time and energy to keep it going, but he’s also committed in a relationship. He’s committed to me. All I ever ask for is a little more then “I’m sorry” morning sex, conversations about his day at the studio, and him coming back home at 3 in the morning. That’s not a healthy relationship and it isn’t fun either. I need more, I deserve more than that.

I laid in my bed starring at the ceiling taking in everything I was thinking. I heard water hitting the shower floor and my head traveled over to the bathroom door. Bryson was showering. I could hear him sing some of the lyrics to Chris Brown’s ‘Autumn Leaves’. I smiled to myself sitting up and leaning back on the champagne colored headboard. I pulled the sheets up to my bare chest.

I held onto the sheets tightly as I scanned the floor looking for my Calvin Klein’s. I groaned in frustration when I saw no sign of the matching black bra and panties. I rolled my eyes getting out of bed, I walked over to my drawer opening it getting out a pair of brand new grey Calvin’s. I dropped the sheet and put my feet through the panties covering my bottom. I quickly put on the sports bra and threw my sheets in the dirty basket. I put my hair up in a high pony tail, walking out of the bedroom. I made my way over to the kitchen opening the fridge scanning for the egg carton. I found it grabbing it placing it on the counter, I also grabbed a bag of bacon strips, and a pack of cheddar cheese.

I closed the fridge placing everything on the counter. I made my way to the cabinet, grabbing me two small red onions. I shut the cabinet door, grabbing my wooden cutting board. I grabbed my chief knife and started chopping the onions, making sure I didn’t cut my hand. I put the knife down once I was satisfied with what I had in front of me, I turned around grabbing my silver skillet placing it on the stove. I turned on the stove setting it to a medium, I poured some olive oil in it and waited for it to start sizzling. Once it started making bubbly noises, I grabbed a hand full of onions placing it into the skillet. I grabbed a wooden spoon and started sterring.

I turned the burner to a low and turned around to focus my attention on the eggs. I grabbed a glass bowl, cracking six eggs into it. I added a little salt and started beating on the eggs. I kept doing that until the eggs were beat completely. I poured the eggs into the skillet, watching small bubbles start to form. I stood there letting the eggs fully cooked on the bottom before I added the cheese.

I opened a pack of cheese pouring some of it into the eggs. I stirred it making sure it was cheesy. I turned off the stove, setting the skillet to the side grabbing a new one setting it on a burner. I turned on a stove adding oil into the skillet allowing it to catch heat. I turned around putting the cutting board in the sink along with everything else I had used. I sighed looking back at the skillet to see that the oil still hadn’t reached its heat. I rolled my eyes walking out of the kitchen.

I walked through the bedroom doors going straight over to my side of the bed grabbing my phone out of the charger. I stood there reading all of the unread messages from friends and family. I smiled at the text from my dad. I slightly jumped when I felt a cold pair of arms snake around my waist.

“Which nigga got my girl smiling so big?” Bryson whispered into my ear. I smiled turning around facing him. I wrapped my arms around his neck standing on my toes so we were face to face. “There are no other niggas, Tiller.” I said smiling. Bryson smiled leaning in. I did the same closing my eyes. He pecked my lips several times showing no signs of stopping. I slapped his chest lightly pulling away.

“I’m making breakfast.” I said. I smiled looking up at him. “I know. I could smell the onions burning from the shower.” Bryson said, he laughed grabbing my hand. I rolled my eyes smiling back at him. “Anyways, now that you’re out of the shower you can come help me eat.” I smiled, I grabbed his arm pulling him out of the room and into the kitchen. He sat on the stool and watched me.

I grabbed some bacon strips setting it in the pan letting it sizzle. I continued to do that until all of the bacon was done. I turned off the stove before grabbing two plates. I set one infront of Bryson who was on his phone. I put some eggs on his plate and four strips of bacon. I did the same for me. I walked over to the fridge grabbing two bottles of orange juice. I set one infront of Bryson. He looked up smiling and set his phone to the side. I handed him a fork and watched him stuff his face.

“Damn bae, onions a little burnt but this shit bang.” Bryson said, he nodded his head stuffing his face. “Shut up.” I said, I smiled before taking a bite of my bacon. I sat on the counter and continued to eat. It was quite and awkward. Bryson got up setting his plate in the sink, he walked over to me parting my legs so he could stand in between. He looked up at me rubbing my thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck giving him my full attention.

“I have to be at the studio in 45 minutes. We got time to fuck.” Bryson said, I gave him a blank expression. “Y/n, you good?” He asked, I scuffed pushing him off me. I got off the counter setting my plate in the sink. He stood infront of me with a confused expression. “Y/n?” He asked, I ignored him pushing myself passed him.

I walked back over to the bedroom sitting on the bed. A few seconds later Bryson was in the room sitting next to me. I rolled my eyes folding my arms. “Y/n, what the hell is you so mad for?” Bryson asked. “We only have so much time to spend together and you want to spend that time fucking?” I asked, Bryson sighed shrugging his shoulders. “I thought you liked fucking.” Bryson answered, he leaned on the bed supporting himself with his hands. I rolled my eyes

“Bryson, a few minutes ago we weren’t even communicating. Shit is always awkward unless we’re fucking, talking about your songs, or getting high. Why is that? You changed on me fam.” I said, Bryson sat up raising his brow. “Oh, so now I’m fam?” He questioned, I shrugged my shoulders not replying.

“Y/n, shit has been awkward for a minute now all cause of you. You’re always looking to pick fights about every little thing. I can’t do shit to please you anymore.” Bryson said, I looked up at him in disbelief. “That’s how you feel?” I questioned, Bryson sighed rubbing his temples. “Been feeling this way for a minute now, y/n.” Bryson said, I nodded my head sucking my teeth.

“Bryson, have you ever thought for a second that maybe the reason why I act up is cause I never get to see you?” I questioned, Bryson stayed quite looking at the floor. “You’re never here. I’m lonely as fuck I want to be able to talk to you without there having to be rushed cause you only got 30 seconds.” I said. My voice was starting to get loud a little. Bryson stood up talking off his jacket, walking over to the door shutting it.

He took off his shirt throwing it at the floor. He glared at me sitting next to me on the bed. “Y/n, I’m an artist. I warned you what would be happening if you decided to get into this with me.” Bryson shouted, I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t know it would be like this!” I shouted back. “What did you expect then?!” Bryson asked.

I stood up from the bed making my way towards the door. Bryson ran up to me grabbing my waist pulling me back. “Why you always start shit and then walk out when it’s not going your way?” He asked, his hand was still on my waist and he had a serious look on his face. “Because, no matter how many times I say something you can’t get it through your head!” I yelled, I pushed him off me trying to get passed him. He blocked the door.

“You’re so fucking frustrating. Just let me try and fix this!” Bryson shouted. I groaned walking back to the bed. “You can’t fix this. It’s way too broken and we’re way too different.” I said, I sighed. Bryson walked over bending down so he could be at eye level with me. He grabbed my hand squeezing it. “Baby, don’t say that.” He said. A tear slipped down my cheek and I quickly wiped it off.

“Let me fix this.” He said. I looked him in the eyes.

“How?” I asked. He stood up grabbing my hand. He brushed my hair out of my face before kissing me.

“Lay down, love.” He said.

Melanie Martinez Lyrics Sentence Meme
  • “All the makeup in the world, won’t make you less insecure.”
  • “And it’s all fun and games, ‘til somebody falls in love.”
  • “Blood still stains when the sheets are washed.”
  • “Can anybody hear me? Am I talking to myself?”
  • “Do you like my cookies? They’re made just for you.”
  • “Do you want me now?”
  • “Does a new face come with a warranty?”
  • “Everything was so sweet until you tried to kill me.”
  • “How did love become so violent?”
  • “I don’t give a fuck about you anyways.”
  • “I feel like I’m just missing something whenever you leave.”
  • “I look at you and I see myself and I know you better than anyone else.”
  • “I love it when I hear you breathing.”
  • “I never know what you need.”
  • “I see things that nobody else sees.”
  • “I want to give you what you need.”
  • “I wish I didn’t care all the time.”
  • “I’m sick of all the games I have to play.”
  • “I’m tired of being careful.”
  • “If you want a little more confidence, potatoes turn to french fries.”
  • “Is it true that pain is beauty?”
  • “Kids are still depressed when you dress them up.”
  • “Let me under your skin.”
  • “Someone told me 'stay away from things that aren’t yours.'”
  • “Stop lying with those words.”
  • “Tell me what to do to make it all feel better.”
  • “Where is my prescription?”
  • “You like me best when I’m off my rocker.”
  • “You take things so hard and then you fall apart.”
  • “You think you’re smarter than me.”