That would have sounded better

I was out somewhere and couldn’t post earlier, but I’m so furious with this whole situation.  Literally everyone but Louis and Eleanor were in the wrong in that video and yet Louis is the one who takes the fall.

1) There was no personal security for who knows what reason.  That one I’m going to have to blame on his team because that never should have happened.

2) Airport security wasn’t doing shit.  There were employees there and they were watching them get attacked and at most yelling from the sideline.  Then those same people who were in a position to be witnesses let Louis get blamed for it when all he did was try to get people to back off, trip and fall, and try to help someone cornered 3 on 1. They also held him for 3 hours apparently since he didn’t get arrested until 11:45.

3) The pap was up in Eleanor’s face, got told to back off relatively nicely for the situation, tripped over Louis, and then dared to file against him as if it can be considered “battery”.  Even if Louis had elbowed him or hooked his leg deliberately, the fact that Louis had been knocked over means it never should have been considered an attack.  At most it was a tiny scuffle that doesn’t even merit attention.  I don’t think it even went that far.  The fact that Louis was yelling for help as he went down and after he got up makes me think it was a complete accident even though we can’t see what happened from the front.

4) The girls never should have gone after Eleanor.  Whether she and Louis are dating or not dating, it never gives them a right to physically attack her.  Going after her 3 on 1 is plain bullying.  The fact that they didn’t get arrested is mind-boggling.  Then they blame Louis for breaking it up?  I don’t often use the phrase “true fan”, but there’s no way these girls can be considered legitimate fans when they threaten Eleanor’s safety and then blame Louis unfairly and get him in trouble instead of taking responsibility for their own violence.

At no point did Louis go after anyone violently or maliciously.  At no point did he attack anyone in anger or in retribution.  At no point did he strike anyone.  At every point he tried to protect someone else.  Once he’d rescued Eleanor, he immediately escaped the conflict.  The only physical altercations were accidental and out of the necessity for immediate protection rather than anger.

I’m so very proud of how Louis acted yesterday.  I can’t find anything he could have done better.  Maybe it would have been more legally sound to wait until someone official came to help Eleanor, but what decent person would watch her getting attacked and wait?  Maybe it would have been better if he turned around and checked if the pap was okay after he fell, but Louis was focused on Eleanor getting beat up in the corner and that was a more urgent matter.  He had no way of knowing that the pap was going to hit his head or blame Louis for falling.

Maybe I am nice - Montgomery de la Cruz ( part 1/?)

a/n: I would love to make a new Montgomery series since I didn’t really liked my previous one, let me know what you think about it and if I should continue. I really love all the feedback you guys give me! Every reaction makes my heart melt. I love you all so much! 

word count:  777

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Originally posted by sensualkisses

You put on your sneakers and left your house. It was another party at Bryce’s house, like every Saturday and you never skipped any. You loved the atmosphere there, all the jocks being hyped about winning their game and everybody loosened up a little. You walked to the pool house and fixed yourself a drink before you decided to join a couple boys in the sofa including your best friend, Jeff Atkins. You never understood how the two of you became friends, he was so kind and sweet and you were, let’s say, the opposite of that. It was like Jeff was the only one who could see through your façade, he understood you had enough pain in your life to build 5 walls around you. He understood without you even telling him.

“Well look who we have here, the one and only Atkins.” You said while sitting in an empty spot next to Montgomery de la Cruz. Jeff sat at a table together with some other jocks like Zach Dempsey, Justin Foley and the others. You liked his friends but you didn’t really knew them, you heard some things about them like you heard things about everyone, some things better than the others but they seemed okay. You interfered in their conversation pretty quickly and had a lot of fun. You got some more drinks, you felt pretty comfortable next to Montgomery. Out of the blue you got in a conversation with him alone, ignoring the others around you. During all the talking Jeff had already left, he asked if  you were joining since you planned on sleeping at his place but you liked someone’s company a little too much. Montgomery seemed way less superficial than you thought he was. He told you about why baseball meant so much for him and what his future plans were. You didn’t notice that the others around you went outside. The two of you were lost in each others stories. You kept fixing each other drinks and you started to feel a little drunk.

“I really like this but after all the drinks I really need to go to the bathroom.” You tried to stand up but stumbled a little.

“Are you okay?” Montgomery stood up and gave you a shoulder to lean on.

“Why are you so nice Montgomery?” You asked in a very sincere tone. The only times you saw him, he was pushing other kids against lockers or fighting. You never saw him being nice but it gave you a good feeling.

“Maybe I am nice.” He laughed “We should probably get you home, where are you sleeping?” he asked.

“I was going to spend the night at Jeff’s but since I stayed with someone else when he left I don’t know.”  You laughed, you knew Jeff was going to interrogate you for 10 hours tomorrow.

“You’re staying at my place let’s go.” He said before he made you jump on his back and walked home with you like that. You laid your head on his shoulder. What was happening? Where was your hard façade.

“You know I really liked the talking y/n.”

“Me too Montgomery, but now I’m starting to get very sleepy. This movement makes me pretty calm, or maybe yeah you know, it’s you.” What are you saying? You should tape your mouth shut you stupid idiot. You knew him for 5 hours. What was your problem?

He dropped you at his front door. Let you walk in before and closing the door behind you. Only now you felt how drunk you were. You tried to walk to the couch but walking in a straight line was hard.

“Wowowow racing machine, you’re sleeping in my bed. I’ll crash on the couch.”

“Why don’t you join me? But don’t get your hopes up high de la cruz.” You laughed, not that you were in a state to do something but you made sure he knew.

“If you don’t mind? And I would never take advantage of a drunk girl.” He helped you up the stairs, gave you a large shirt of his and let you alone in his room to change. You already laid down under the sheets when he came back in. He climbed over you and laid down next to you. You were drowning into sleep when you heard Montgomery whisper.

“I wish I met you before y/n, maybe then I would have been a better person, I know it sounds weird but I got a good feeling about you..” you turned around seeing a shocked expression on his face. He probably thought you were sleeping already.

“I wish I met you earlier too.” Letting out a soft, drunk, giggle before finally falling asleep.  

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Happy Birthday, Percy! 

You’re one brave goofball and we’re all proud of you for growing up and staying safe and strong.

Study Dates (1/4)

Summary: Finals week is approaching at Midtown High School and with her grades beginning to slip, the reader spends her time at the library with Peter Parker. 

Word Count: 1076

A/N: hi i’m back school is over and i was inspired by my own stress from my math class to write this. let me know what you think!! i had fun writing this :))

Part 2

Originally posted by dailytomholland

Her eyes were glued to her screen, staring at the numbers and letters stacked upon one another that read the current grade for her most challenging classes. Her brow furrowed out of frustration and her hands tightened around her phone.

PHYSICS: 85.1%

CALCULUS: 74%

“Shit.” She cursed at herself, thinking of ways to bump her grade up. The end of the school year was creeping up and finals were right at her doorstep. Y/N knew the only way to get decent grades in these classes were if she scored really well on the upcoming tests. Being that they were the only classes she had difficulty with, she had to study until her mind is made up of nothing but physics and calculus.

The bell rang, signalling the end of the day. Y/N immediately shoved her binder into her bag and darted out the door and toward the school’s parking lot with her pencil anxiously tapping at her thigh. Her mind was racing a mile a minute planning out how she was going to approach her studying as she made her way to her car.

Fishing her keys out her jacket pocket, she took the metal key and brought it up to the lock.

“Y/N!’ A voice across startles her, causing the car keys to drop beneath her feet. When she looked up to see who it was, her heart began to slow and she sighed in relief as she saw Peter standing in front of her.

“You scared the shit out of me,” she bent down to grab the keys and unlocked her doors, “what is it?”

“I was calling after you the whole time, did you not hear me?” Peter opened the car door and threw his bag into the back seat, Y/N following his actions.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.” She brushed the hair out of her face and sat in the driver’s seat, sighing, “I’m stressed as hell.”

When Peter asked what was wrong, Y/N shook her head and told him not to worry about it. She didn’t want him thinking she was the “dumb friend” and how she’s on the brink of getting a bad grade in the classes he was most skilled at. Talking about grades always made her feel inferior compared to Peter.

Y/N shut her door and started the engine. “Where to,” asked Peter, “the park? Ice cream?” Ever since she got her provisional license, Y/N was Peter’s ride home and personal chauffeur, as he liked to call her.

“Um, the library.”

“The library? On a Friday? Am I in the right car? You are Y/N, right?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “If you don’t want to, hang with Ned tonight. Surely anything would sound better than what I have planned.”

“No, no,” he refused, “I want to see what you’re cooking up at the library.”

“Well, you insisted.” The two drove together in silence, apart from the light music in the background from the radio.

It wasn’t usually this quiet, Peter thought this was strange. Y/N would usually have something to rant about or talk about some video she saw that only she’d find hilarious. He glanced over at her, studying her face. Her brow was furrowed and her fingers would occasionally grip the steering wheel followed by a series of tapping.

“Y/N,” he called, “what’s wrong?”

“I told not to worry about it, Peter. It’s nothing.” She looked over at him, her lips in a half smile that didn’t reach her eyes, then back at the road.

“Seriously.” He said sternly. He hated seeing her like this and when she acts this way, she usually bottles things up.

Hesitantly, Y/N told her friend about her current situation. “My grades are absolute shit. Physics and calc are kicking my ass and I just wanted a good set of grades this semester.” For her, this school year was the worst. There were countless nights where she’d pull all-nighters and show up to school with bags under her tired eyes. “I’m relieved the year’s almost over and all but, fuck, couldn’t they cut me some kind of slack?”

The two reverted back to silence and worry started to fill Y/N. He probably thinks I’m some kind of idiot now, she thought to herself. Wow that was horrible, I’m never opening up ever again. She rolled her eyes at herself and kept them on the road, refusing to look over at her right.

The rest of the ride was an awkward, uncomfortable experience for Y/N. But for Peter, his mind was on her the whole time. Seeing one of his close friends struggle like this hurted him. He didn’t want to see her constantly stressed out. Peter knew how hard she worked this whole year and wanted to make the rest of it easier. Even if he wanted to do his part for the little guy with his whole secret identity, he wanted to do his part for one of the more bigger parts of his personal life.

The car slowly pulled into a parking space, Peter looking up at the building. “So this is what I’m cooking up tonight,” Y/N grabs her bag from the back and pushes the door open, “sorry to disappoint.”

“Let me help you.”

“What?”

“I want to help you. You seem pretty determined to get a good grade and,” Peter turned his head to look at the girl standing beside him, “I just want to help you.”

Y/Ns mind thought about it for a second. She was relieved he didn’t think of her as some kind of dumbass (although things would probably change once he started tutoring her). “If you do, you have to be up for teaching me one thing for a couple of hours.” She scrunches her nose and slings her bag over her shoulders. “I’m not the fastest learner.”

Peter shook his head and smiled at her, “I’m up for anything.”

“God, why are you such a good person? Come on.” Peter grabbed his belongings and hopped out of the car, shutting it on his way out and walked beside his friend. He felt a grin grow across his face as he felt accomplished for getting one of his most stubborn friends to open up, and how he was able to spend more time with her while doing so.

“I don’t know. Just am.”

Say It With Flowers

So this was supposed to be posted around Valentine’s Day… whoops.

Summary:  It’s Valentine’s Day and flower shop owner Lucy is feeling the blues. Mainly because her crush keeps buying odd numbers of roses- and she has no idea who they are for.

 Pairing: Natsu and Lucy

It’s very cheesy and fast-paced fluff. Enjoy 


“Thank you for shopping with us! And Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Lucy waved at the man leaving her shop, dropping her hand and her smile once he was gone, “Ugh, can this day be over already?”

Lucy Heartfilia co-owned a flower shop with her best friend, Levy McGarden. And today was their busiest day. And since Levy had big plans with her boyfriend, Gajeel, Lucy had to cover the whole day herself.

“Not that it matters,” Lucy grumbled to herself, arranging a new set of roses, “I don’t have anyone to spend the day with anyway, might as well get in some overtime.”

The door opening startled Lucy, simply because of the whirlwind coming after it.

“WHAT?! That’s such a lie!”

“I heard it from Mira, so it’s no lie.”

Lucy looked over her shoulder at the two standing in the shops doorway. Gray Fullbuster and Natsu Dragneel, the two loveable idiots she had known her whole life.

“Hey guys,” Lucy yelled over their arguing, “what are you doing here?”

“I need some flowers for Juvia,” Gray put his hand over Natsu’s mouth to make him stop talking, “got any Lilies?”

“Yeah!” Lucy skipped over to a counter, wiping her hands on her apron, “I’ve got all these, we have some fresh ones in the back I’ll get for you.”

“Thanks, Lucy,” Gray zoned out once he started looking at the colored petals.

“LUCY!” Natsu whirled the blonde around to look at him, their chests bumped against one another’s, causing Lucy to blush, “Tell Gray he’s wrong!”

“About what?” Lucy lightly pushed the man away from her, she was already single on this romantic day, no need to flaunt her ‘secret’ crush in front of her.

“He thinks he looks better than me!”

Blinking, already done with this topic, Lucy sighed. Why did she fall in love with an idiot?

“I do look better than you. I told you even Mira said so,” Gray said, not even bothering to turn around.

“I was asking LUCY!” Natsu roared, “You think I look better, dontcha Lucy?!”

“Um,” scratching her cheek, Lucy said, “you guys both look good-”

“Look!” Natsu lifted his shirt to show off his impressively toned torso.

“N-Natsu!” Lucy covered her eyes, desperately avoiding her desire to look. It was absolutely the last thing she needed was for Natsu to know just how attracted she was to him.

“What are you hiding for? You’ve seen me shirtless before…” If Lucy didn’t know better she would have thought Natsu sounded sad.

“Put your shirt down, pyro,” Gray glared at his frenemy, “can I get a dozen of the dark blue and light blue, maybe mix them up?”

“Sure!” Lucy jumped at the chance to leave the room, “be right back!”

“Wait! Lucy!” She heard Natsu yell once she was behind the curtain in the back room.

Placing a hand over her heart, Lucy willed it to stop pounding.

“He’s your friend… just your friend…” she kept muttering to herself as she made the most beautiful bouquet of her career for Juvia. The woman deserved it after all.

“Wow. Thanks, Lucy!” Gray said when she finally came back out, “those look great.”

“You’re welcome,” Lucy made sure to give him Levy’s exclusive 'friends-only’ discount, “I’m sure I’ll know if she likes it.”

“You might hear tonight with how lucky I’m going to get,” Gray grinned devilishly.

“No one wants to hear about that,” Natsu had his arms crossed, his face buried into his scaly scarf.

“Jealous?” Gray smirked, handing Lucy his card to pay.

“No,” Natsu lowered his face even farther in his scarf before walking deeper into the isles of flowers.

“Sorry about him,” Gray began, but then snickered, “but hey, he is your best friend.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lucy handed the gorgeous bouquet to her honorary big brother, “go easy on him, would you?”

“I never agreed to that,” Gray groaned, moving before Lucy could smack him, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Lucy.”

“You too, Gray,” she fixed a few arrangements around the door after he left, only then realizing, “Natsu? Are you still here?”

“Yeah!” she heard him near the back of the store, “Can you come here?”

“Please no mess, please no mess,” she pleaded as she slowly made her way to Natsu.

“I didn’t make a mess,” Natsu growled playfully, “I just wanna buy something!”

“Oh,” Lucy tripped over her own feet, Natsu was standing in front of the counter. He was in ripped work jeans and a red and black coat, his ever-present scarf covered most of his face.

“And what can I get you?” Lucy smiled, trying not to show how awful it felt to sell flowers to her crush on Valentine’s day.

“Two red roses.”

Blink, “Two roses?”

“Yeah,” he grinned his famous grin, “just two.”

“And he calls me weird…” she did as he asked though, “You said Red?”

“Yepp!” he was bouncing on the balls of his feet like a little kid.

“Alright,” she made the two flowers look pretty, not as nice as Gray’s, but still pretty.

“Keep the change!” He said as he laid a $20 on the counter, “See ya, Lucy!”

He grabbed the roses and bolted out the door before Lucy could reply.

“Bye,” she sighed as she cashed out the transaction, putting the change in a special slot in the register, “wonder who he’s giving it to…”

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I wish that, instead of Delphi, that Fred had fathered a child before he died; and that the Cursed Child had centered around Teddy trying to live up to his family’s legacy. Then, later on, the family dealing with the shock that Fred had a son that was a mirror image of him. I wish there was an actual mini Fred, because we have a mini George, there needs to be a mini Fred too. Sounds terrible, but I think it would have been much better than the Cursed Child.

Kon Kon

every time katie cassidy goes to a con, i just wind up thinking “damn, i hope the security is good.” i mean, every single time she’s announced for a con, the dangerously unstable olicity fans come out in droves to not only spread their delusional lies and cyber bullying but their threats to physically attack her. seems like it’s only a matter of time before they attempt follow through.

i honestly think she’d be safer at a spn con. those cons may have a shit ton of issues but at least their security situation seems to be pretty good. they take the, um, intensity of the fans very seriously. when she went to her one spn con back in 2008, she and lauren cohan were both given two bodyguards each because of threats. i hope the arrow cons are taking safety seriously.

words that would have been better than ‘no maj’
  • NMUs (Non Magic Users) sounds like official jargon and it rhymes w pee-yew so magic children can make up mean rhymes with it
  • amagical - ok this sounds dumb but still technical bc greek prefix!
  • sinkers - from the ‘witch test’ of the early trials where a potential witch would be tossed into a lake and if they floated they were witches, if they sank they were not. boom! historical context, grim reminder of the grisly conflict between magical & non magical people, rolls off the tongue
  • unmarked/nonmarked - again from the witch trials, where they could look for a ‘devil’s mark’ as evidence
  • burners/smokers/lighters - anything else that references witch burnings
  • like c’mon that was some formative shit and since the american wizarding community is so Oo Secrety they would prob remember the risks of revealing themselves in little bits of everyday language
  • literally any nonsense
  • beans
  • goose eggs
  • merps
  • jalopy - fits w fantastic beasts time period, is magical ppl making fun of nonmagical people for their stupid inventions
  • bluenose - means a ‘priggish or puritanical person’
  • they could do a whole series of nicknaming non magic peeps after their dumb inventions - automobile, telephone, rubber duck - and their inventors and general laborers - plumber, mechanic, whatever. they just assume that every non magic person is a plumber or something. ‘he’s, you know, a plumber’ ‘ah’ but they don’t actually know what plumbers even do
  • im bored now but no-maj is stupid
Ignorant.

Fili X Fem!Reader

Character(s): Fili, Kili, Bofur.

Fandom: The Hobbit

Prompt/plot: “Maybe you should get your head out of your ass? It’s not a hat.” + “He was my entire book and I was merely a line in his.” + Fili bad-mouthed you really badly, not realizing you were behind him.

Warning(s): a little angst-y I guess?

Word count: 797

A/N: I’m so sorry we both don’t post as often! We’re both really busy and we gotta maintain our main blogs as well. I’m really obsessed with The Hobbit/LOTR so that’s what you’ll see mostly now, but I promise that I’ll get back to my other fandoms! -i 

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anonymous asked:

So I saw your Fake-Sibling Tag for RegalShipping. (Platonic OFC.) And the 'Yep Defiantly Bi Jounouchi' Tag and I raise you 'Yep Defiantly Bi Anzu'. I mean look at her in the background looking between them because she can't figure out who's better looking. Her and Jounouchi bond over their recent discovery of their respective sexuality. (Sorry I use the Japanese names.)

(Japanese names are fine, I vary depending on the situation, by which I mean whether or not I have to write Joey’s name, cus I can never spell Jou’s right)

I always have Anzu as the token straight, and honestly this is probably a poor show on my part, because there is definitely mileage in queer Anzu.

‘Yep Definitely Bi Jou’, with ‘Ok I Think I Might Not Be Straight Anzu’, who only ends up coming to this conclusion when she’s dancing with pretty women in New York, a side effect of all her friends being guys, or girls aged 13 and under. Mai had her trapped in the ‘I’m feeling emotions towards a person of the same gender, that’s hatred right?’ thing for a bit. She and Kaiba have that in common.

Talking to Kay about all of her friends coming to her, separately, and telling her they’re some variation of not-straight. Kay says that often happens, like it’s a subconscious thing that all the queer kids band together. Except her, Anzu says. Kay jokingly offers to kiss her if she wants to make sure. Anzu laughs a little too loudly. Kay looks at her strangely and Anzu blushes. There’s an awkward moment where they both think the same thing. ‘Except you, huh?’

Her and Jou having late night (for whoever draws the short straw) conversations. The idea that she can help him with boys, and he help her with girls, does sort of fall apart after it is made abundantly clear that their relative experiences, negligible as they are, aren’t going to be much use to each other.

Somehow Jou’s still managing to do better with guys than she is with girls, even though she has an openly lesbian (and single) flatmate. Typical.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could do "my bed is strictly reserve for dogs." "That is not a dog!" With Damian and Tim (maybe goliath) I jus love this two! Please and thank yooou

I bet you guys thought I’d forgotten about these? Nope. I’ve just gotten really busy, and I can never seem to only write two pages. Either way, I am so sorry it’s taken me so long to finish these asks, but I do promise I am working on them : )

This was fun to write, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks so much for sending it in! 


Tim often found himself tired. It was the unfortunate side effect that came from the combination of working at a major company, being a vigilante, and trying to have a social life. He emphasized trying since anything done with Steph usually ended up in the opposite of a social life: scandal and outrageous schemes.

Today had been both, the press had a field day with Steph’s sudden decision to do a Disney song flash mob in front of the courthouse, and Tim was still picking confetti out of his hair. Where she’d gotten it from he had no idea, he was just happy it hadn’t been glitter, or an attempt to recreate Hamilton. He flicked another piece to the ground as he shuffled to his bedroom door and opened it.

One advantage to being as tired as he was, was the knowledge that as soon as his head hit his pillow he’d be out. A disadvantage, he found staring into the mess that was his room, was that he’d started seeing things. It was the only explanation to what lay beyond his door.

“Stop it you fool, we aren’t here for–” Damian broke off and froze mid-stalk to look at Tim, his eyes saucer-wide. In one hand he held a walkie talkie, and the other Tim’s favorite blue sweater.

Tim wasn’t sure he’d heard right until he spotted the huge lump on the bed. Only half covered by his comforter, in what Tim could only guess was an attempt at hiding, Goliath crouched, an equally caught look on his face.

The first words out of Damian’s mouth were a jumbled: “Don’t tell Pennyworth.” 

If Tim didn’t know him better he would have thought the kid sounded pleading. It certainly went with his huge eyes and shocked expression. But he did know Damian, and knew that the plea was less because he was worried about Alfred’s wrath and more to do with his plans being interrupted.

“At this point, Damian, I’m not even sure what I’d be telling him?” He posed it as a question to his younger brother and tilted his head as the items in Damian’s hands. He was too tired to get angry and more curious about what was going on.

Damian’s feet snapped together as he straightened, both hands going behind his back. Behind him the sweater swung wildly for a moment, looking like a hostage flopping around in an attempt at escape. The wild look on his face was replaced by calculated calm.

“Nothing?” 

“Try again.” Tim suggested and Damian scowled. 

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Of Books and Dirty Cash pt 13

Librarian/gangster!Au

Yoongi x Reader

Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.

You can also read part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18


It took you a full minute to process what the words said and meant.

Then you panicked.

You were out the bedroom door in seconds, running down the hall to the nearest door. You pounded on the wood, hoping against hope that there was actually someone behind it. In such a large place, you knew it was entirely possible that you were the only one on this side of the house.

After a few seconds, a sleepy and confused Taehyung opened the door. “Park Jimin, if you do not have a very good reason—Oh.” He finally opened his eyes and looked at you. “What’s wrong?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but when no sound came out, you just shoved the note at him. He reacted much faster than you had, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Where was this?” He asked carefully. “Do you know who wrote it?”

You shook your head. “It… It was under my pillow?”

Taehyung didn’t wait to hear anything else, taking off down the hall. There was a rushing in your ears, and even though you were vaguely aware that Taehyung was yelling, you weren’t sure what he was actually saying.

Seokjin was the first to respond, walking out of a room in a bathrobe looking thoroughly irritated. The annoyance vanished from his face however when he registered what Taehyung was saying. You followed the two deftly as they made their way to the giant staircase. Namjoon must have heard the commotion, as he made his way quickly up the stairs towards the three of you, followed closely by Jimin and Jungkook.

They formed somewhat of a circle, their voices becoming more hushed. You hung back, not sure that you wanted to know what they were discussing. You wished they would suddenly turn around and tell you that it was all a joke, that they were just messing with you. But when you saw the grim expressions on their faces, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“What on earth are you doing?” You heard Yoongi’s voice from behind you, and turned to see him stepping out from a door not far down the hall. His hair was damp, and he had a towel slung over his shoulder. “Don’t you people sleep?” He frowned as he walked closer, assessing the situation. Everyone had stopped talking once he made his presence known, and the silence was deafening. “What?” He asked suspiciously as he approached.

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Rooftops: Mikey x Reader

WARNING: NONE

Requested by: Anonymous

Hello (⌒▽⌒) god I absolutely love you and your blog! Your an awesome writer! ♥‿♥ if it’s not to much trouble could you please write a Mikey x reader were the reader is on the roof playing video games on there laptop or something and he’s watching there cute reaction and then he trips and reveals himself but there super chill and invites him to play or chill with them please? Is this to pacific? I don’t want to pressure you I just thought this would be cute 😂

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alternate ian x mickey endings that’d have been way more satisfying
  • ian says i love you back and invites mickey in the house. he actually remembers that he accepted to take his meds because otherwise he’s a danger to himself and those he loves. when fiona and the rest arrive they find them in a very tight lip-lock on the couch. they don’t even pay attention to the gallaghers/vee they are so lost in each other. fin
  • ian says all the awful things he said but when sammi comes shooting at mickey, he grabs mickey by his hoodie and drags him inside the house where they hole up until sammi is gone. they make out soon as ian apologizes for being such an insensitive prick. fin
  • (no sammi) ian says all the awful things he said but has a sudden epiphany when he watches mickey walk away. he chases after him but he hurt mickey so bad that mick just can’t forgive him immediately. THERE ARE TEARS from both sides. then they really work on their relationship for the next ~two weeks with mickey withholding any affectionate gesture (all shown as a successive collage of scenes with ian repetitively doing nice stuff for mickey and reminding him that he loves him) until ian feels like he has grovelled enough and ends up attack kissing him. fin
  • when ian mock-asks if mickey wants to marry him, mick reveals that he actually filed the divorce papers w/ svet while ian was gone and ‘so what’s it gonna be, ian?’ and ian, unsure, asks if mick really wants to deal with how fucked up ian thinks he is and mickey just exhales a big, passionate, bordering-on-angry ‘YES’ that makes ian chuckle and bury his face in mick’s neck before murmuring ‘yeah okay’. fin
  • when sammi starts shooting ian suddenly whips out a bazooka and aims it at her shocked face. ‘i been waiting to do this for a long time, you bitch’. [explosions] [ian and mickey walking down the street holding hands and sharing lovey-dovey looks with the explosions still going off behind them] fin
  • mickey: ‘really? but… i’m carrying your child’ ian: (ʘᗩʘ’)?????? fin