and maybe you never answer your phone

I hate that day,
I called, waiting for you to come back home,
you were at uni, maybe not hearing the phone or maybe ignoring me,
I guess, I called you more than 6 times,
I mesaged you a “What’s wrong?” text,
I hate that day,
you came home and you smelled of cigarettes and spring, your voice was like the first snow, cold, but beautiful,
“Go back home”, you said.
“What, why, what happened?”
I hate that day,
you did not want to answer to my questions, you ignored me and ignored me,
I guess I will never find out why you suddenly decided you don’t need me anymore.
I hate that day,
we kissed, we hugged, we broke-up.
—  i hate that day 🌙

some day the drugs will just make you low, the party won’t be so much fun, the girls in the tight skirts will remind you of what you never wanted and every drink will taste like my neck

you’ll start leaving early or maybe not going out at all, you’ll lie on your bed and wonder what happened to you. you’ll see the guitar pick with my initials on it staring at you from your bedside locker and you’ll do it, finally you’ll do it, you’ll call me

your name will light up my phone, like a shooting star in the dusty darkness. and I won’t answer, I’ll turn back over and return to sleep because I can finally sleep alone.

and then it’ll hit you, I know it will hit you. you’ll finally understand that you dropped what you needed for the things that you so temporarily wanted.

but I lay here for months on end letting loneliness strip me bare and swallow me whole, I drove myself insane as every day got harder and harder.

and now I’ve picked myself up and tied myself back together, and now you need me, and I don’t need you. and now it’s your turn.

—  don’t lose a diamond so you can chase glitter ~ blue-delusion

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❤️ send me ships for winter headcanons

-before they started dating (officially) they wouldn’t spend holidays together that often, instead sending each other silly snaps and maybe video chatting all night

-one particular Christmas though, Otabek’s not picking up his phone or answering his texts and Yuri starts to get frustrated

-until he gets a single text from Otabek

-“where are you right now” 

-me?? I should be asking YOU where have you been all day!!

-I mean I’m at your door, are you home right now or should I meet you somewhere?



-Yuuri and Victor had never seen Yurio run faster in his life

-Otabek’s the type to surprise visit and just say “do you want to go out somewhere or not?”

-Instead of a reply he just gets glomped by Yuri (kinda like how he greets his grandpa) and a “why didn’t you tell me you were coming??”

-Victor and Yuuri don’t really know what’s happening but Yurio just “I’m going out, don’t wait up” before grabbing his coat and his keys, closing the door behind them

-So they go for a walk in the snow, hot chocolate in hand and they decide to shop for a while (since this was a spur of the moment thing, they wanted to get presents for each other –tho neither of them really celebrate Christmas, it’s mostly just to spend time together–)

-except Yuri gets cold v easily, he realizes he should have grabbed a scarf and gloves before, but with Otabek there’s really no way to plan for anything

-he doesn’t tell Otabek at first because he’s really enjoying their date and he knows if he complains Otabek won’t doubt in returning home

-of course he notices though lol, despite the time they spend apart, Otabek has learned to notice this type of little things in Yuri (such as him being cold, or trying to hide the fact that he is)

-cue scarf sharing moments as they walk back home, deciding that maybe Yuri’s room, with his video games and his cat and maybe some of Yuuri’s homemade hot drinks doesnt seem like a bad way to spend the holidays

-Otabek is staying a week though (or at least more than a day because that would be stupid) so they still have time to go out together

-Otabek wants to visit all of Yuri’s favorite places with him

-Starting for Yuuri’s grandpa’s house

-“wait, right now??” “Yes, lets go to Moscow, you always talk about him I wanna meet him, would that be bothersome?” “Hmm, well, okay. let me call him and tell him.”

Babysitter - Taehyung X Reader

Originally posted by hellosarang

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Fluff

Y/B/F - your best friend

The sound of your phone ringing was the first thing that you heard. Taehyung groaned beside you and rolled back over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. The sound of your ringtone going off that early made his ear drums ache.

In your sleepy haze, you managed to grab the phone, answering it and muttering a lazy hello into the microphone.

“Y/n!” Your best friends voice flooded over the line. There was a sense of panic in her voice that caused you to sit up straight in bed. Taehyung groaned even louder beside you, not wanting to be up this early but you had never heard y/b/f sound like this before.

She sounded incredibly worried and scared, and you thought that maybe something had happened. You weren’t sure exactly what, but it had to be important.

“My babysitter quit on me. I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t leave Bora at home, but I can’t bring her to work with me. And I can’t call in sick because then my boss will be angry at me.” Your friend continued to ramble on and on.

You knew how hard it had become for y/b/f ever since she had Bora. Bora’s father had disappeared one day and never returned, making y/b/f’s life more difficult then ever. It didn’t help that she didn’t make as much money as she needed to pay for everything they needed.

You had watched Bora a few times for her, taking the four year old for the day and treating her in ways that her mother couldn’t.

For a four year old, Bora understood that it was tough for her mom. She was possibly one of the smartest kids you had ever met, and it amazed how much she gave up to make her mom happy. She didn’t care about not being able to attend her first year of school, she didn’t care about having the newest toys and such.

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Choice and Answer -Taehyung

“ Maybe you should ask where your boyfriend goes before you question me” your best friend says over the phone.

 “ What is that supposed to mean? Are you trying to say he’s cheating on me?” You ask

 “ All Im saying is you might wanna check him first” 

 After that you hang up the phone you sit and contemplate what your best friend meant

. She would never lie to you no matter what, but do you believe her? I mean, what if she’s wrong and just said it out of anger?

 But what if she is right? Then what? 

 The only way to find out if she is telling the truth is to ask Tae.

 “But, i don’t just wanna out right ask if he’s cheating on me.” You say aloud to yourself.

 “Then how else will you find out?” Asks a voice behind you.

 You turn around and see Tae standing in the doorway of the bedroom with your one year old son, Minsoo.

 “Wait, what is that supposed to mean? Are you cheating on me? ” you ask, angry with the way he responded.

 “I just… wouldn’t be surprised if i was tempted.” He says casually. 

 “Tempted? Tempted?! What the fuck Tae! Since when are you tempted to cheat on me!? What don’t i do that makes you so ’ tempted’ !? ” you asked, as you stand up to see his reaction clearly.

 He lets out a breathe and walks across the hall to put MinSoo in his room and closed the door as softly as possible to not wake you little man. As he comes back, he closes the bedroom door as well and sit at the edge of the bed. 

“Look, i don’t know when I started to feel like this but… I just.. I love you I do. But, I love someone else too” he says as he looks at you with sorrow filled eyes.

 All you could do is stand there, frozen by the news that was just announced. So many situations started flowing through your head where if you looked closer, you could have found out sooner.

 All the times he went out without you, all the times his phone rang at dinner ,only for him to leave the room and talk for hours, thus missing dinner as a family.

  “Who is it ?” Is the first thing you ask He lowers his eyes as he answers.


 Your eyes widen, “ JinHye?! As in your Co-Star JinHye!?”

 “ Yes” he answers. 

 Your eyes start to prickle with unshed tears as you finally understand the seriousness of the situation.

 “How can you say you love me but love someone else? This isn’t how love works Tae! I love you, i genuinely love you. Not your best friend, not your brother, not your co-stars, but YOU! We have a son together that I couldn’t be happier to have, because he isn’t just a part of me, but you too Tae! Do you not understand?”

 “Listen, babe I-”

 “No, at this point you don’t deserve to call me that. Better yet, you don’t deserve to call me anything. You say you’re in love with two people right? Well now, you can make it one.” You say, as you start gathering some of your clothes out of your dresser and closet.

 Setting aside anything he bought you, not wanting a reminder once you leave.  

“ No, listen Jagiya! I promise, its not that serious!!” He shouts as he tries to stop you from packing.

 “Its more like a little crush. It is only because she was there when Minsoo and I-”

 “ SHE WAS AROUND MY SON!? Kim Taehyung. ” you shout as you turn to glare at him.

 He instantly takes a step back because he realizes that that wasn’t the best thing to say. 

 “We were at a public park babe! She just happened to show up with her niece! Look, i promise, its not anything serious!” He says as he grabs your wrist to bring you closer.

 “ Taehyung, I have one question. Could you promise that if a opportunity arises where you could choose her or your family, you would definitely choose your family? ”

 you ask your final question, looking into his eyes. As you wait for your answer, you see his eyes water and lips tremble. Not being able to hold your gaze anymore, he looks away.

 “ I guess I have my answer.” You say as you finish the rest of your packing and you walk to the next room to get a sleeping Minsoo from his bed, happy that he didn’t wake from his slumber.

 As you try to walk out the room, Tae say" Why do I have to choose?“ Instead of answering his question, you made your way out the house and slammed the front door. You started to walk until you see a bus stop where a bench is and sit down. His questions floats in your head as you wait . Over and over you hear it.

 ” That’s the point Tae, if it wasn’t serious, you shouldn’t need to choose"

Originally posted by myeong-su

What is my worst quality?
I wish I could ask you.
Was it the way I’d laugh at the worst moments?
Maybe the way my hair always fell in my face.
My bad temper when I drank too much,
or the way baby animals made me cry.
Maybe the way I’d treat myself,
without kindness or forgiveness,
or the way I’d take it out on my skin.
Did you hate the way I said your full name,
even though you asked me not to?
The way I’d call too many times,
but never answered the phone.
What hurts more?
The fact that I moved away,
or the reality that I came back?
Do you hate my raised eyebrow
when my thoughts were up to no good?
Do I drive you crazy?
You once thought you were sane.
—  what is my worst quality?
9 Days (Jarvis Tetch X Reader)

For 9 days you’ve avoided him. Losing contact with him was gonna be hard but, until you could stop your feelings you had no choice. You loved Jervis. You weren’t supposed to (hints why your avoiding him). But, you just couldn’t help it! He was perfect in your eyes. Even if he was a criminal to the rest of Gotham. Of course you believed that he didn’t love you back at all. Even though since you’d left he’d called every night and morning to make sure you were okay. You never did call him back or answer his calls. Jervis just got more and more worried about you. Not knowing where you were (considering you weren’t answering the phone) he began panicking. At first he believed you were maybe sick and not wanting to disturb you he left you be. After a few days that no longer became a possibility. Jervis then began to believe that you were just out. But, then he realized that you would’ve said something to him. Eventually he ran out of possibilities and decided he would search all of Gotham to find you. Considering it was Jervis he meant what he said. And you soon knew it, turning on your tv. The news came on talking about how people were mysteriously committing suicide or just dying in general. Assuming it was more of Strange’s goonish monsters you ignored it and turned the channel. In fact you changed the channel right in time. Because if you wouldn’t have changed the channel you would’ve known it was Jervis and his goons. They’d destroyed many places and killed many people in Gotham searching for you. Jervis however still hadn’t given up. He knew there were two places he still thought of as possibilities for your whereabouts. He then made his way to your apartment building. Across everyone in the apartments phones and loud speaker a call went out.

 “Ladies and Gentleman! Boys and Girls! Welcome to the show of your life” someone chuckled

 You knew that voice all too well. Getting up off your comfortable place on the sofa you locked the door. You’d committed to avoiding him and, you weren’t gonna give up. But, you weren’t the only one who wasn’t gonna give up. Because anyone who was left in Gotham could tell you Jervis was not about give up. Walking around the building he was looking for your apartment. Finally finding it he tried to open the door, pulling on the knob multiple times. Finally, having one of his men break it down. Hearing the door snap from its hinges you jumped up, looking Jervis in the eyes.

 “Well, well, well who do we have here?” Jervis grinned

 You didn’t answer, just started walking backwards.

 “Why are you avoiding me?” He asked Again, you didn’t answer.

 Just felt the cold wall hit your spine. 

 “Y/N can you talk dear? Does your beautiful voice work?” Jervis looked straight at you 

 Taking in a deep breath you answered “Yes I can talk.”

 “Well wonderful! Then why are you avoiding me?” He asked again

 “Because… Because well… I didn’t want it to come to this but… I’m afraid I’ve fallen in love with you.” Your answer felt like a nest of butterflies in your stomach

 Jervis stalked toward you fast putting his tight fist into the wall next to your head, laughing.

 “What a wonderful conscience! I’ve fallen in love with you too!”

 Gently reaching down Jervis kissed you. And God was that all you wanted! It was perfect……….

Originally posted by gotham-daily

Art by Waen and her commissions are open

In honor of Hijikata’s Birthday, I put up two fics. One where Hijikata and Gintoki get hit with an airborne aphrodisiac and one where Kagura can’t sleep, so Gintoki entertains her and Hijikata gets dragged into it.

Also! A preview for something else I’ve got in the works! Enjoy! 

Hijikata was moving onto his second batch of paperwork when his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and smirked to himself before putting his pen down to answer.

“This better be good.”

Now that’s no way to greet me.

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I have quit taking the phonecalls. I don’t answer to anyone. Maybe the phone doesn’t even ring. Maybe I just imagine things…again.


Not too long ago, it was me that ws trying to call. But there was never an answer. No one picked up. Or. No one was on the other side.


Nowadays, I just make calls within my mind and do you know what, there’s no answer this time around either.


Only when I dream, then you pick up the phone and respond, ‘Hello?“Is it anyone there?’
And then I finally can say: 'No, you’re just imagining things. Because I no longer exist, at least not in your thoughts ’.


'In your life  I’m just a shadow, a hidden echo, on my way to slowly fade until I disappear completely - forgotten forever.’

—  @celtic-poetry, Phone Calls
Twinkle Little Star

Summary: Yoongi gets a phone call to come pick up his intoxicated bestie.
Pairing: Yoongi (Suga) and reader (as friends…?)
POV: From Yoongi’s POV
Genre: Angsty fluffness
Warning: Don’t drink kids!  Some minor swearing.
Word Count: ~3,300

This may be a one shot, but I have designs on maybe a second part, but only if I get requests for it. We shall see…

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder what you are…

“What does she want now?” Yoongi sighed when your name flashed across the screen of his phone. He thought about ignoring the call, even as he swiped the screen to answer. As tempting as the thought was, he knew he would never not answer your call. Twenty plus years of friendship will do that to a relationship.

“Yah!” He yelled in way of greeting. “I’m working right now.”

“Uh, hello, sir,” It was an unfamiliar man’s voice on the other end of the phone. “Do you know the owner of this phone?”

“Who are you?” Yoongi went from irritated to worried in a heartbeat. He demanded to know where you were.

The man on the other end of the phone told Yoongi where you were and what the problem was. With a heavy sigh, Yoongi hung up and put on his coat. He stormed out the front door having a strong suspicion he knew what this was all about. To say he was not happy was an understatement.

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Michaelangelo, really?

Send me requests!!

Request: 4 with Mike (someone asked for it with luke as well but i have plenty of luke in my inbox so i thought i’d give mikey some love)

“Seriously? Dana do not do this to me! Oh my god!” You exclaim as you hear a particularly loud moan coming from your roommate’s bedroom.

And yeah, okay, maybe she warned you to find somewhere else to sleep tonight, but you’re stubborn as hell and you thought that maybe you staying in would make her change her mind. Wishful thiking of course, because Dana never takes no for an answer.

With a last expletive, you storm out of the flat, barely stopping to grab your keys and your phone and physically cringing at the obnoxious sex noises.

The second you slam the door of the apartment behind you, you know you’re fucked. It’s cold as hell in the poorly isolated building, and there’s no way you have enough money on you to take a cab to your best friend’s house. Did she really have to choose one of the coldest nights of the year to do this? Fucking hell.

With a sigh, you mournfully gaze at the door in front of you, but that flat belongs to a family with like, five kids, and there’s no way you can ask to spend the night. You decide to climb the stairs to the two other flats of the building, one belonging to a young couple who are now away on their honeymoon, and the other, well…you have no idea.

But you guess that at the point you’re at, you might as well try. You ring the doorbell, internally wincing at what you must look like, dressed casually in a tank-top and ripped jeans that are entirely too cold for this weather, your hair a mess and your face devoid of make-up. Well, what can you say, you weren’t expecting to be thrown out of your own apartment at 11pm on a Tuesday night.

Suddenly the door opens and you reel back, surprised at the sight in front of you: a guy around 20, tall as fuck, with messy bleached-blonde hair, tattoos up his arms, a black piercing on his eyebrow and stunning green eyes that are looking at you quizzically. How the hell could you have overlooked his presence in this building? Just think of all the stalking you’ve missed out on!

Thankfully you’re able to snap out of your crazy, lustful thoughts and turn back to the situation at hand. Right.

“Hey, I don’t know who the hell you are, but my roommate has someone over and it’s cold outside so could I like, sleep on your floor? Or at least have a blanket?“

He blinks once, twice, and then his bright red lips form a smile (no your heart does not jump at the sight of his adorable grin) and he snickers.

“Poor you. Alright neighbor, I’ll get you a blanket.”

He disappears into his apartment for a few minutes, leaving you awkwardly waiting in the doorway, until he comes back with a green blanket in his arms.

“Is that the Ninja turtles?” You ask sceptically, raising an eyebrow at the blanket.

He gasps dramatically.

“I was about to tell you I was just joking and that you could come and sleep inside, but if you’re gonna be so judgy, I guess you don’t even deserve the turtles.”

The sight of this totally punk-rock dude getting so offended over the freaking Ninja turtles somehow brings you to hysterics and you start giggling like crazy. The boy watches you for a bit, a fond smile at his lips.

“Alright,” he says (totally not won over by your cuteness pffff), “I’m willing to give you one more chance. What’s your favorite Ninja turtle.”

You pretend thinking about it really hard, when really you only know one of the names.

“Michaelangelo I guess.”

“Yay! You can come in,” he smiles brightly, opening the door enough for you to come through. “My name is Michael.”

You snort.

“Of course.”

“Stop with the sassiness or I’m making you sleep on the floor.”

“With Michaelangelo?” You ask cheekily, pointing at the blanket.

“Or…you could sleep in a very comfortable bed, with the real Michael,” he says, winking at you, and you know it’s a joke but still you feel warmth flooding your body becasue damn, that was hot.

“I’ll pass,” you quip up.

“Your loss! Hey, you seem cool, wanna play videogames with me?”

“Sure,” you chuckle, and he leads you to his very messy bedroom, with band posters everywhere on the walls, clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor and an old, worn-down guitar in a corner.

“Nice music taste,” you mutter, and he sends you a bright, interested glance.

“Yeah? What’s your fav?”

You discuss music for a little bit, quickly discovering that you share more or less the same discography, and fangirl quite a lot about upcoming albums before Michael brings the discussion back to video games.

You end up spending over two hours playing, both sitting on Michael’s bed and often hitting each other in the head with the controllers because how dare he be so good at this, and how dare you hit him in the head with your controller?

Eventually you give up trying to understand how good he is at this, instead letting your gaze fall to the guitar. You let him continue his game solo and pick up the music instrument, loving the familiar feel of it in your hands. It’s been a while since you’ve played, but you used to be really good at it.

As you watch his attentive eyes concentrate on the screen, you let your fingers strum over the chords until they settle into a familiar rythm, the guitar parts of I miss you by Blink 182 echoing in the otherwise soudless room, apart from Michael’s occasional curse.

You’re just starting to sing the second verse softly under your breath when Michael drops his controller on the bed and looks at you intensely, the earnest green eyes seeming to burn a hole to your soul.

“What’s your name?” He asks seriously, and you burst out laughing because oh my god, he is such a dork, and you can’t believe he hasn’t asked you this earlier.

He smiles at the sound of your laughter, patiently waiting for you to answer.

“Y/N,” you finally choke out, wiping tears from your eyes.

“Alright Y/N,” he smirks and leans forward to press a sweet kiss on your lips. “Felt wrong to do that without knowing your name first.”

You smile and kiss his cherry colored lips again.

“Alright, Michaelangelo. I guess I’ll take you up on the offer of the bed.”

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Good Enough - Little Mix

Release your curse ‘cause I know my worth. those wounds you made are gone, you ain’t seen nothing yet. your love wore thin and I never win, you want the best so sorry that’s clearly not me. this is all I can be

send me a  ♪ and i will post a song and my fav line

So tell me, why do you like me so much? - she asked him with a cute smile on her face

I would love to tell you, but I don’t know the answer.
Maybe it’s because I feel complete around you. Because I feel secure around you.
Maybe it’s because I can tell you things I have never expressed before.

I don’t know really, but I know when your name lights up my phone, it makes me smile, warm.

I guess the simplest way to explain it is because you make me feel important.


Trying to answer unanswerable questions.

by A. J. Ibrahim

Happy Birthday

- Here you go @sekailover I hope you like it, sorry it ends suddenly, I couldn’t think of how else to finish it.

- Requests are open!

You yawned in your place stretched out on the couch, how much longer would you have to wait? You knew your boyfriend was late but his schedule finished three hours ago, he promised to be here by now.

You were getting disappointed, did you really shut down the plans anyone else tried to make with you for this? To sit around waiting for three and a half hours for someone who never seemed to be coming? What happened to the relaxation of hanging out and watching a movie with your boyfriend? You sighed and picked up your phone, maybe he was just running late? Majorly late.

Are you still coming over?

Your text sent, ten minutes passed by, then another twenty, soon it had reached an hour and Sehun hadn’t answered nor knocked on your front door.

Is he really letting me waste the day away like this?

A knock on the door finally came and you sat up in a rush, making yourself dizzy. You raced over to the door and swung it open, ready to shout at your boyfriend who was running your patience as dry as the dried seaweed in your kitchen.

“Amber?” You were just as surprised to see your best friend as you would have been to see your boyfriend finally standing in front of your door with movies in his hand and a sorry grin. Instead, it was your best friend holding the newly released Alice in Wonderland in hand with her cheesy grin and snacks showcased to you.

“What? Am I interrupting your plans with Sehun? You know, I’m your best friend and I seem to be the only one who didn’t get told what you were doing with your special day” She helped herself into the house and you closed the door with a defeated sigh, this wasn’t unusual for her to do.

“I think he forgot about me” You muttered and Amber turned to you, DVD in hand ready to put in the DVD player as she blinked at you.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you” You huffed as you came in and sat on the couch, scooping up a packet of chocolate she had brought with the many other snacks.

“I said, I think he forgot about me” You growled in annoyance and Amber frowned at you.

“You mean you haven’t heard from him all day?”

“I even text him and he didn’t reply, his schedule finished hours ago” You sighed and Amber blinked.

“That little brat!” She snapped as she stood up and the movie began playing.

“He didn’t forget about you Y/N, he just forgot it’s your birthday today. Don’t worry, once we finish watching this movie I’ll go and give him an ear chewing” Amber lectured and you laughed.

“You’re an amazing best friend” You grinned cuddling up to her and she scoffed, llama face on show as she became confident.

“Of course I am. And you have too much loyalty to him, you wouldn’t wait that long for me, you would come and hunt me down if I kept you waiting” Amber snorted and you scoffed, completely agreeing with her.

“Yeah, because literally, everything distracts you” You answered and she snorted again.

“Yeah, sure it does” She scoffed sarcastically and started picking at a loose thread she noticed on one of your pillows.

“No proof is needed” You muttered before paying attention to the movie.


Suho had rung as you and Amber were finishing up the last of the snacks she provided. Amber forced the cute beanie she had bought you over your head as you talked to the male over the phone and even snatched the phone away, putting it on loudspeaker so you would stop complaining and talk to Suho as she swapped the cover on your phone for the one she had personally gotten made with a picture of your lovely faces.

Amber dropped you off at Suho’s and he grinned when he opened the groups dorm door to see your smiling face.

“Y/N-ah!” He exclaimed pulling you in for a tight hug.

“Hello, Suho oppa” You chuckled as he waddled into the dorm with you in his arms.

“Ya! Everyone get off your lazy ass and come see the birthday girl!” Suho yelled and chaos broke through the house as six more men came rushing into the lounge room to greet you.

“Y/N~” Baekhyun came out screaming, swinging around a bag filled with his gifts for you. You laughed as every member greeted you and you found yourself being forced onto the couch as you became surrounded by them.

“Y/N-ah, we’ll be your boyfriends for the day and treat you better than our maknae ever has” Jongdae exclaimed and you laughed heartily though your face became a little bitter.

“Do you know where he is?” You asked and they all quietened down for a moment.

“He’s trying to teach Chanyeol the choreography for our next comeback because Kai’s injured. We’re sorry Y/N we tried to stop him before they could leave but they were gone in a flash and neither of them have their phones on” Xiumin explained and you nodded with a sigh.

“That’s ok, I have you guys as my boyfriends today!” You brightened and they all clapped as Suho left for the kitchen.

“Y/N-ah~” He cooed as he walked back out with a cake, your eyes widened and a grin appeared on your lips as you saw the bright candles decorating the celebrational food.

“Aw you guys, you didn’t have to do this” You whined happily, you were surrounded by seven of your friends, presents and now a cake was sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“Nonsense it’s our duty as your boyfriend!” Kyungsoo claimed and you chuckled, letting them sing before you blew the candles out.

“Thank you guys, I love it”


Hours passed with you spending time in the dorm with the other members, you all laughed at Jongin hopping around in a cast and they put you to the test of Jongin’s weight, making you help him find his way into the bathroom when he needed the toilet. Kai was heavy, to say the least, movies were put on, not that much attention was paid to them and music came out of people’s phones as they did their best to make you happy.

“We’re home!” A familiar voice shouted over all the noise and Chanyeol walked into the lounge room.

“What’s all this noise for? Oh- Hey Y/N happy birthday!” Chanyeol came rushing over to give you one of his warm hugs and you grinned letting him wrap you in his arms.

“Wait out here, I have something for you” He demanded before rushing off, Sehun was left standing by everyone’s shoes with a solemn expression as you turned back to his hyungs happily.

Crap, I knew I was forgetting something!

Sehun sighed to himself and slipped out of his shoes, going off to shower before he would try and talk to you. Once Sehun was dressed in clean clothes and ready to try and talk to you he ventured out of his room. The loudness of his group members slapped him in the face and he blinked as he came into the lounge room. There Lay was, holding your hands and making you dance cutely with him, the others watched and danced along to the music filling the dorm and Sehun huffed to himself.

I’ll have to apologise to her later.

Things to Never Say to Someone with Social Anxiety
  • “maybe if you spoke up once in a while you would get what you want”
  • “just email your teacher and get the problem cleared up”
  • “we’re ordering pizza for dinner but im about to hop in the shower. can you call the pizza place for me?”
  • “can i look through your drawings?”
  • “you yourself needs to immediatley intervene when someone is being verbally harassed”
  • “why didnt you tell me sooner?”
  • “can you answer the phone/door if someone rings?”
  • “i liked your hair better the way it was before”
  • “we need you to present this to everyone”
Maybe you’re one of those people who think it is safer not to be reckless with your heart. You go home after school or work, collapse onto your bed, and watch a rerun of How I Met Your Mother for what must be the twentieth time by now. You’ll wake up the next morning to follow the same routine, interact with the same people, and find a comfort in yourself that you could never imagine finding in someone else. In your efforts to protect yourself you build walls so extensive that you yourself cannot even climb over them. You make habits out of cancelled plans and phone calls you will never answer. Perhaps there is an adverse effect to the precautions you take, and maybe, just maybe you’re the reckless one.
—  maybe I’ll write a book someday
I Told You So (Tony Stark x reader)

Request: Imagine the reader is Tony’s best friend. She’s getting married. The guy is a dick, he doesn’t listen to her, puts her down, doesn’t even care about her. And Tony loves her. A lot. The day of her wedding (which Tony was more involved with) they all find out he’s Hydra? Have the reader kick ass in a big ass gown? Tony and her kiss even though their both covered in blood. Maybe flash forward a few years to their wedding which goes better? Thanks. Love you.

“You’ve never liked anyone that I’ve dated, Tony.  It’s hard for me to take your opinion seriously.”

“That’s because they’re all a-holes.”

“I dated you,” you smirked.

“And my point is made.” Tony stepped away for just a moment, answering the buzzing phone in the pocket of his tuxedo jacket.  “Excuse me, sweetheart, be right back.”

You nodded silently, turning to smooth the silk of your wedding dress and check your make-up one final time.  Looking at the white dress was supposed to make you happy, wasn’t it?  You stared at yourself blankly, waiting for the tears of happiness to hit you, like you had been told they were going to, but they never came.  Your soon-to-be husband had been almost intolerable in the past few weeks before the wedding, more moody and angry with you than usual.  He had said that his job was really stressful, so you always gave him the benefit of the doubt that he was just overworked, and now you gave him leeway for wedding stress, but a part of you worried that this was who he was going to be from now on.

“Hey, (Y/N), we need to talk.”

Tony’s voice startled you from your thoughts, giving your dress a final smoothing before turning to face him.  “Can it wait? I have something to do first,” you smirked, spinning yourself in front of him.  “Kinda hard to reschedule.”

“No, it can’t,” he said with a stern expression, taking your hand and pulling you close, handing you his phone with the screen filled with information about your fiancé.  “Try to stay calm, okay?  My timing really sucks, I know, but you’re not doing this.”

“Hmm,” you hummed through tight lips as you read the information on the screen, seeing the intel that proved that the man waiting for you right now was HYDRA.  “Okay, so go ahead and gloat, Tony.  Let’s just get it out there now.”

Tony looked at you completely confused, having expected you to blow up, or cry, or anything more than the reaction you were giving him.  He knew that you were tough, but this was a pretty extreme situation to hold in. “(Y/N)?  Is that all you’re going to say?  For me to react?”

“Oh, I’m going to react, honey, don’t you worry,” you sighed, handing his phone back to him before turning back to the mirror.  “But first, you need to walk me out there.”

“No, (Y/N), there’s no way in hell that I’m walking you to that guy.  You’ve completely lost your mind if you think that’s going to happen.” He approached you to take your arm, but you didn’t see him and took a step forward before his fingers connected. Reaching into your bag you pulled out your handgun and slipped it into your garter.  

“Tony, come on.  My entire side of the church is made up of Avengers and SHIELD agents, and he knows it.  I guarantee that his side is filled with HYDRA idiots.  There’s gonna be blood on the floor.  Did you bring the suit?”

“Why on Earth would I bring my suit to your wedding?!” he said loudly, his hands in the air in exasperation as he turned and motioned to an empty room.  

“Because it’s you?”

He stopped and took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing with his long exhalation, “yeah, it’s in the car.”


Tony held onto your arm with a grip that almost hurt, but you didn’t say anything, knowing that he was growing more and more nervous with each step closer to the altar.  Your no-longer-going-to-be husband watched as you approached, his disdain for Tony clearly written across his face.  He knew that Tony hated him already, but little did he know how much stronger those feelings were now.  You gave him a complacent smile, turned to accept a kiss on the cheek from Tony, then took a few steps up to your place next to him.  

“It’s about time you got here,” he whispered angrily.

“Sorry, I got held up,” you replied under your breath.

“With Tony, I imagine?”

“Yeah, we were having a heated debate about the similarities and differences between SHIELD and HYDRA and how that will affect this marriage.”

In the flash of seconds, you were both armed and aiming at each other, neither of you about to back down. The poor minister’s eyes widened and he gasped at the sudden outburst in his church, with not only the two of you now holding weapons on each other, but the crowd behind you doing the same across the narrow aisle.  It was a stand-off that had no likelihood of ending well.  Tony was only a few feet to your left, ready to summon his suit on your signal, and Steve was next to Nat and Sam in the pews, each of them armed and guarded by his shield that he conveniently had under his seat.  Clint had quickly grabbed his bow and quiver from a nearby floral arrangement, and Thor’s hammer was already in his hand.  

“When did you know? Did Tony tell you?  Of course he did, what am I thinking?  That guy has always been in our business.”

That guy actually cares about me.  Unlike you.  So don’t you think this whole wedding charade is a little elaborate to get at the Avengers? HYDRA must be running out of ideas,” you scoffed.  You raised your gun just slightly higher and steadied your stance, “you’re not getting out of here alive, you know.”  You were watching Steve from your peripheral vision, knowing he would give you a signal when he was ready.  When it finally came, you took your one chance to take your ex down for good.  

The room exploded with activity immediately, each side of the aisle attacking the other; Tony raised his hand for his suit to connect, but it never came.  He pushed you down behind the pulpit to protect you, despite your insistence to let you join the team.  “Do you have an extra gun?” he asked over the commotion, slapping his forearms over the malfunctioning chip implants to try to get his suit to recognize him.

“Yeah, Tony, I have a full weapons cabinet tucked away in here,” you replied sarcastically.  “It’s not exactly like a planned a bloodbath on my wedding day.”  You looked down at your dress, the white silk now splattered with blood.  “Well that’s just great.  There’s five thousand that I’ll never see again.”  Leaning to the side, you saw several HYDRA agents that were unarmed; you stood and took aim, easily defeating them and returning to your spot on the floor.  “Why exactly did the team bring their gear to the church?”

“Can never be too careful, sweetheart.”  Tony peeked around the side of the old wooden stand that was serving as your only protection and saw his opportunity.  “I need you to cover me so I can get to the suit.”  He stood and ran for the window before you could reply, so you jumped up to cover him without taking a sweeping glance of the surroundings, completely against everything Steve had ever taught you.

“Not cool, Tony!  You can’t just run off-“ you yelled, your words broken by a bullet piercing your shoulder and knocking you back, flat on the floor.  “You have got to be kidding me,” you hissed between clenched teeth with a few coughs to catch your breath.

Tony quickly ran back to you, dropping at your side and taking off his suit coat, tearing the sleeve away to tie around your wound for pressure to stop the bleeding.  “(Y/N), I’m so sorry!  This is all my fault!” he said as he continued to work frantically, “I’m sorry!”

“Yes, it is your fault,” you groaned, wincing in pain as he pulled the cloth tighter.  “It’s hard to cover you now, you idiot.”

“You know I can’t help as much without my suit.”

“Then learn how to shoot.”

“You wouldn’t teach me! You said I was unteachable!”

“No, I said you were arrogant and unteachable,” you hissed, starting to feel a little lightheaded.   

“Okay, we need to get you out of here,” he said, looking frantically around him for a way out.  “Rogers!”

“I’m a little busy over here,” Steve called back, slamming his shield into the face of his assailant and moving on to the next.  “You sure have a strange idea of a fun wedding, (Y/N)!”

You pushed up on the elbow of your uninjured side and reached around the pulpit to shoot at another HYDRA agent, stopping them from getting closer, followed by two more who challenged you by mistakenly thinking you were vulnerable.

“Stop shooting, (Y/N)! Just be injured!” Tony scolded.  “Let me do that,” he snapped, reaching for your gun but failing to take it when you were too fast and pulled it away.  “Are you serious right now?  Just give me the damn gun!”

“You don’t know what you’re doing.”  You pulled your hand back and held the weapon tightly against you.  “And it’s mine.  Back off, Stark.”  

Tony reached for it again, leaning closer to get a better grip.  Your thumb shifted quickly to lock the safety, knowing that if Tony Stark were anywhere near a loaded weapon, someone was getting hurt, more so than you already were.  “(Y/N), why can’t you just do what I tell you?  You’re always so stubborn.  That’s why we never worked out, you know.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the sudden change of topic, wondering why he would possibly bring up your failed attempt at dating now, though it was likely just to throw you off guard.  It was long decided that you were great as friends, so this was completely out of nowhere. “Are you nuts?” you laughed, despite the stabbing pain growing worse in your shoulder as you fought him, “that was all your fault!  I may be stubborn, but you’re just plain impossible.”

“Well then maybe we’re perfect for each other and just didn’t realize it.”

“Yeah, a perfect disaster…” your voice trailed away as he leaned down to press his lips to yours, taking you by surprise.  You didn’t push him away, finding comfort in the feel of him and remembering how it felt the first time he had done the same thing years ago.  Even though the sudden weight of him against you sent a surge of pain through your arm, and the fight was raging around you, you didn’t let that stop you from allowing yourself to enjoy the unexpected moment with him.  

“It’s good to know that we could cover you guys for this…” Natasha huffed, leaning over the altar to look down at you, a smirk crossing her lips.  “Totally worth almost dying so you could make out in a church.  Seems a little distasteful, but, to each his own.”


2 years later

“How’s he doing?”

“Nervous,” Steve sighed with a small nod, “but he’s okay.”  

“No surprises this time, right?  No church full of HYDRA agents?  You left your shield at home this time?  Do I need to bring my gun again?” you scoffed, pulling your veil down over your face and turning to face him.

“No, there’s no HYDRA, and I prefer to not disclose the location of my shield,” he smirked.  “But you might still want the gun.  He’s never been more annoying and you might just thank me later.”  Steve linked your arm through his and led you through the door of the bridal suite and towards the chapel.  He rested his hand over yours, pausing to feel a slight tremble in it.  “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said with a shaky exhalation, “the last time I tried this, it didn’t go so well.”

He pulled you closer to him and gave you a soft kiss against your hair, “nothing is going to go wrong, just relax.  I mean, come on, what are the odds of that happening twice?”

“With this group, almost zero,” you sighed, finally catching sight of Tony at the end of the aisle.  “Don’t let me fall, Steve.”

“I could carry you, if you’d like to make a more dramatic entrance?”

“Hey, Rogers,” Tony called out from his position, “could you bring my lovely bride to me today, please? I’d like to get married before you’re a hundred and can’t make it this far.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you let out a soft groan and shook your head, “no, Steve, I think we can take care of the dramatics on our own, thanks.”  You reached down to your side and tapped your leg, making sure the weapon at your side wasn’t too obvious.  “And thanks for the tip, this might come in handy after all.”

It was December 31 and I felt the need to hear your voice.
Maybe it was the fact that we hadn’t spoken since September, maybe it was simply me being needy.
The holiday blues were haunting my every thought.
You, were haunting my every thought.
Doing what any sad, brutally heartbroken girl did,
I called your cell.
I just wanted to hear the way your voice lightened when you smiled, or the way your laugh tickled my ear. I wanted to hear you think aloud and say all the things you were never able to admit when we were face to face.
I waited.
It was as if the clock slowed down, a minute too slow
And the universe paused, as it awaited your presence.
You answered the phone, your voice rough.
I had woken you.
“Hey.” I said simply, as I held my breath.
Your end of the line went silent for a moment.
Four…five….seven seconds passed.
I looked at the screen.
Call ended.
—  holiday grief
Melanie Garcia

anonymous asked:

Ladrien and leap/jump maybe?

you read my mind :DDDD;;;

(follow up to this and also beta’d by @mirthalia <3)

Adrien peeked over the balustrade, wondering whether or not jumping down onto the ramparts would break both his legs, and whether or not he wanted to risk it.

Normally the answer to the second question would be ‘no,’ but Adrien had been stuck on the roof for—…

He checked his watch.

—about three hours now, and was getting both cold enough and hungry enough to reconsider.

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Request: This is still from my drabble game but I decided to turn it into an one shot. So lawsbaby1969 requested #19 with SamxReader and a little smut. I hope you like it! <3

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warinings: mild smut

Words: 1,008

You stared at the white ceiling and tried to figure out what took him so long. You rolled around with a sigh and glanced at the bright green numbers that where the only light source in the room.

01:37am. He said that he’d be home at 1am, at the latest.

He was never late. Well, not never. But when he was late it was just a matter of five, at max ten minutes.

As if he knew that you were worried, your phone began to buzz and lighted up, revealing the name Sam on your display.

You grabbed your phone and hurried to answer the call. Maybe he was in trouble.

“Sam?” You asked and sat up. “Where are you?”

There was a rustling noise at the other end before you heard him clearing his throat. “Heeeey, Y/N.” He made a short pause before he continued. “I, uh. I’m in front of the bunker, atleastithinkso,” he half mumbled, half slurred and crammed the last words together.

You frowned a little. “Then why don’t you just come in?” You asked him while you were already looking for something long you could pull over.

“That’s uh, tha’s kinda the problem… I can’t find my keys.” You sighed. “Alright, just stay there. I’ll come and get you,” you said, hung up and hurried towards the front door of the bunker.

When you opened the door it revealed Sam, looking slightly messy. He stumbled forward and grabbed the door frame for support.

“Heeeeey, Y/N.” He smiled sloppy. “Have I evertoldya that you’re beautiful?” You blushed slightly. Although you both were together for more than three month now you still always felt your cheeks getting hot when he complimented you.

You put a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Beautiful?” You asked.

Sam nodded. “Yeah, beautiful. And perfect.” He stared at you with honest eyes and lips a bit apart. “Beautiful and perfect,” he repeated and put out his hand to touch your face but lost his balance and stumbled into you.

You could barely manage to hold him upright but somehow he managed to regain his balance and smiled at you innocently.

“Wait a minute. Are you… drunk?” You asked him and frowned a little. You had never seen Sam drunk so this was something completely new for you.

Sam’s smile grew and he nodded. “Yeah. Is that a problem?” His face fell and the smile turned into a worried expression. You shook your head. “No. No problem. Just get you to bed, you big baby,” you laughed.

While you guided him towards the bedroom you both shared you realized that it was, in fact, quite difficult to direct somebody who was at least two heads bigger than you and hadn’t the full control over his extremities.

You had to save him several times from running into a wall or tripping over his own feet.

When you finally made it to your room you were slightly amused but also very exhausted. A quick glance at the clock told you that it was already 2:03am.

Sam collapsed face forward onto the bed and stayed put.

“Sam,” you sighed, only to get a grumpy mumbled response. “Sam, you need to take off your clothes.”

This time he didn’t react at all. You sighed again and began to take off his shoes. After that you moved up to his jeans and began to loosen his belt.

Sam mumbled something when you began to pull down his pants and turned his face towards you. “Why are you undressin’ me?” He asked you and seemed already half asleep.

“Because you can’t sleep in the clothes you were wearing for the whole day.” He hummed a response and you continued to pull his pants off.

When you unbuttoned his shirt he wrapped his arms loosely around you and pressed a sloppy kiss against your lips. “Mhhm,” he hummed and his hands moved under your shirt, drawing small circles on your skin.

His touch made your flesh crawl. “Not now, you’re drunk,” you whispered against his lips, although you couldn’t even convince yourself.

A shudder ran through your body when his hands moved from your hips up to your boobs and his kisses became more impatient. You moaned and buckled slightly under his touch and you could feel the teasing grin his lips formed against yours.

You continued unbuttoning his shirt but you were distracted by his hands which where still travelling over your skin. When you finally managed to get off his shirt you placed your hand on his chest and leaned forward to give Sam a passionate kiss before you pulled away and yanked your shirt over your head.

Sam’s hands grabbed your hips again and he pulled you towards him to crush your lips together into a heated kiss that demanded more. You moaned and your hands moved into his hair while you began to move your hips slowly.

You could feel Sam grow under you and he turned around so that you were on the bottom now. He crawled forward and you heard him groan when your hands moved from his hair down his back.

You smiled in satisfaction and moved your lips towards his chest to place soft kisses on it.

He moved forward again and pressed his lips against the crook of your neck which sent a tingling sensation through your body.

You placed your hands on his neck and grabbed his hair.

Suddenly his body went limb and for a moment your thought that you couldn’t breath. Sam was really heavy when he was laying on you with his full weight.

“Sam?” You whispered and tried to move your head to see his face. “Sam?” You asked again, louder this time but he still didn’t gave an answer.

You pressed your hands against his chest to push him off you when you heard a slight snoring. He couldn’t be serious with this.

He was in all seriousness fast asleep. You huffed and turned your back towards him. This was really unsatisfying.