answering voicemail

F*ck you, pay me…

Apologies for the length. The revenge is sweet though.

I was a contractor with a small business (Company X) that did consulting and other services for bigger companies. I usually worked directly with these bigger companies and was operating largely as a direct employee of Company X, though not on site.

I enjoyed the work but some of the people at Company X were d*cks. Just petty nonsense like talking shit about me in meetings, and for no reason that I could discern. All their clients loved me; I was good for business. They were just being d*cks, like d*cks do. It didn’t matter. Since I was working mostly with Company X’s clients, I didn’t have to spend much time communicating with the d*cks.

Every month I sent my invoice to Company X, and the terms were they had 30 days to send payment. At some point, they promoted their main accounting guy (one of the d*cks, henceforth, D*ck Accountant) and hired a Deputy Accountant, who was put in charge of satisfying invoices, such as mine.

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i. you’re with her now and
it makes me want to rip myself apart
limb by limb
because it was supposed
to be me you were loving not her

ii. so if i call you drunk and complaining
about how much its hurts
please pretend to care

iii. and if by some chance you dont
answer
and delete my voicemails
just like you did with the memories of us
i promise i’ll sew my mouth shut
and pretend my heart wasn’t breaking apart all over again

Stop

Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: “15 - Jeff Atkins”

Prompt:

15. “It was the fifth time I’m calling her phone.”

Word count: 1.960

Posted: 14th of May 2017

A/N: An imagine in a Sunday night. It sucks that tomorrow is Monday again, I am not ready for the struggles that I may face this week. I hate school, because people suck!
Anyways, I hope you like this imagine and I would love to receive some feedbacks from you. Thank you so much for reading.

P.S.: I am not taking part 2 requests as I have lots of imagines to write. Sorry!

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: some bad words


“I’m going on a beer run soon, babe,” Your boyfriend, Jeff, informed you as he left some sweet and gentle kisses on your neck. “do you want to go with me?”

“Jeff, you aren’t driving!” You stopped him as you knew that he had some drinks during the night. “Ask someone else to buy some beer.”

You were in one of Jessica’s parties and people were having fun, alcohol was the main protagonist of the party and it was Jeff’s task to buy some if they ever ran out of them.

“Babe, I’m fine.” He sat on the empty side of the couch beside you and he grabbed your hand. “I had two beers, two hours ago.”

“Jeff!” You warned him, but he just let out some soft giggles. He knew how protective you were when it came to alcohol and your boyfriend. You hated him when he put his life in risks and you couldn’t help but discuss over it.

“Babe, I am sober and I promise.” He assured you as he pressed a quick kiss on your forehead. “So, are you coming with me?”

“Alright, fine!” You rolled your eyes as Jeff gave you a sweet wide smile. His smile revealed his white and perfect teeth and you honestly loved them so much, his smile was so contagious that it convinced you to smile back at him.

“I love you so much.” Jeff whispered and your world stopped as you felt some butterflies in your stomach. You honestly felt the sincerity in his voice and it still hit you every time, nevertheless you were together for months.

“I love you too, Atkins!” You giggled as you pressed your lips on his cheek, pulling him closer to you.

“I love you more, no lies!” He debated and before you could open your mouth to speak, he pulled you by your chin and he leant in to give you a sweet kiss.

It made you smile and you felt the sparks running through your veins as he deepened the kiss between the two of you. He pulled you closer to him as he played with your hair and you seriously found that adorable and relaxing.

“Atkins, we ran out of beer!” Some alcoholic asshole stated and he interrupted the kiss between the two of you. Jeff groaned in annoyance and you could say that he preferred to stay with you on the couch rather than buying some beer for the crowd.

“Go on, Atkins!” People cheered for Jeff and you saw your boyfriend rolling his eyes as you were both obliged to stop what you were doing.

“Alright, I’m going!” He finally stated and the crowd hollered louder. You both stood up from the couch, him grabbing your hand tightly to lead you the way out.

You went to the parking lot, but Sheri’s white Jeep was blocking your boyfriend’s car, meaning that you needed to ask Sheri to move her car.

“Wait, I am calling Sheri.” You offered and he nodded as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the crook of your neck. You brought your phone out of your pocket and searched for Sheri’s name in your phone book.

You waited for her to answer as the phone rang for several times, until it led you to her voicemail.

“No answer.” You stated and you tried calling her again, your fingers sliding smoothly on the screen of the device. You felt Jeff giving you some kisses on your neck and you felt shivers running down your spine. Your boyfriend was such a flirt, but you loved him just like that.

“Let’s search for her inside then.” Jeff proposed and you just nodded. He grabbed your hand as he led the way back inside Jessica’s house. He brought you with him, because he was afraid that some maniacs might hit on you, mostly when they were all drunk.

You tried calling Sheri as you followed Jeff around the house. You even asked around for her, but people would just slur or laugh because they were dead drunk.

“Did she answer?” Jeff turned his head at you and you just clicked your tongue in response. “Shit.” He swore under his breath.

It was the fifth time I am calling her phone.” You sighed and you tiredly shoved your phone in your pocket as soon as you heard her voicemail once again.

“Sheri!” Your boyfriend shouted for joy as his face brighten. He finally saw Sheri and you silently thanked God for it.

“Yeah?” Sheri looked at your boyfriend with a wide smile, obviously, she was having a great time with her circle of friends.

“You’re blocking me in, I’ve got to go for provisions.” Jeff honestly stated as he still held your hand tightly, protecting you from the alcohol-scented people around you.

“Oh shit!” Sheri swore as the loud music boomed behind her. “Okay, I’ll be right out. I have to get home anyways.”

“No, it’s alright. I don’t want to make you leave.” Jeff kindly and sweetly said, being the sweetest angel that he was.

“No, no, no!” Sheri exclaimed as she shook her head, her black curly hair following her head’s movements. “I’m staying at my dad’s, which comes with a curfew. I’ll get my keys and be right out.”

“Thank you, ma'am!” Jeff smiled and Sheri just raised her shoulders.

You’ve always liked Sheri, she was fun to be with and she was always cheerful. She would worry whenever you showed some cold treatments to your boyfriend and you could say that she was the first one who supported your relationship with Jeff.

“Take care!” Sheri shouted to you and Jeff as she started her car’s engine. Hannah was sitting on her passenger’s seat and you gained some weak hand waves from her.

“You too!” You shouted back and gave Hannah some energetic hand waves.

You then watch Sheri pull her car out of the parking and you followed the white Jeep as it made its way to Hannah’s house.

“Let’s go?” Jeff asked you and you just nodded. You followed him in his car and you carefully put your seatbelt on.

“Babe, you aren’t drunk and you are sure that you can do this, right?” You assured yourself with a question and he just laughed at you. “I’m serious, Atkins!”

“Yes, Babe! I am sure that I can do this and I am not drunk, promise.” He answered, starting the engine. “I can even write an essay if you like or do a home run for you.”

“Idiot!” You both laughed as he started to drive towards the store. You admitted that he was still sober and he drove normally and carefully. He wouldn’t want to cause any accidents, mostly when you were with him. He didn’t want to hurt you, not even once.

You both listened to some music and you went to the store to buy some pints of beer for the whole crowd. The party has just started and the night was still young, so you both decided to buy more than the expected.

“That was the last one!” You stated as you handed him the last box of beer from your push cart.

“Great!” He exclaimed as he carefully closed the door. You put the push cart back on its place and Jeff started to drive again once you got back in his car.

Music was blasting in your car and you were both singing and dancing as you followed the beat of the loud song. You honestly enjoyed this party more than the one in Jessica’s house. It was perfect, because you had the only person that you really needed to be with that night.

“All you have to do is stay a minute, just take your time,” You sang as Jeff hummed the beat of it. He was smiling as he was driving, eyes concentrated on the road. “the clock is ticking, so stay.”

“I will always stay, babe!” Jeff assured you, stealing some little glances to admire your face. You giggled at him as the sweetness of your boyfriend kept on flattering you.

“Always?” You asked him with a soft toned voice and he nodded slowly, still with a wide smile on his face.

“Always!” He assured you and he looked at you for a while. He reached for your hand and caressed it gently.

You were having a sweet moment together, but it was interrupted as a bright light blinded your eyes and you noticed that there was a car going through the street with its full speed, obviously exceeding the speed limit.

“Jeff, stop!” You shouted as loud as you could to get your boyfriend’s attention and he harshly pressed the car’s break with his foot, the car screeching its wheels in a high-pitched tone. You almost bumped your head on the car’s airbags, but you luckily didn’t get hurt. You heard some beer bottles break from the back seat, but it was one of the last things that you were worried of.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Jeff worriedly asked to you, his eyes was masked with fear and terror. You could say that he was really worried for you.

“I am, Babe.” You quickly wrapped your arms around him as tears started to stream down your face. You were terrified and your heart kept on throbbing quickly. “Are you?”

“I am.” Jeff hugged you back tightly and he caressed your hair. “I’m sorry, babe. I am really sorry.” He whispered as he dealt with his nervous heart too.

“I-It’s okay, I was just afraid.” Jeff wiped your tears once you broke the hug between the two of you.

You thought of the possible things that might’ve happened to you and Jeff and a tight knot was formed in your stomach. You thanked yourself that you joined Jeff and you somehow managed to stop him in time.

“They must put a stop sign here.” Jeff demanded as he tried to calm himself, his breathing was almost normal and your fear has almost vanished. He was shaking, though. The thought of that he almost hurt you crashed him. What if things went worse? He knew that he couldn’t forgive himself, if ever.

“They really must, this is dangerous!” You agreed as you cleared your vision by wiping your tears better. Your heart was still beating abnormally and you assumed that it was for the happening. “Wait, is that Hannah?”

“Yeah.” Jeff answered as he tried to focus his eyes on the silhouette that stood in front of the gasoline station. “Wasn’t she with Sheri?” Jeff corrugated his forehead as he curiously asked you the obvious.

Jeff slowly drove towards her and stopped just right in front of her. “Hannah?”

You softly called her and she quickly turned her head in your direction. “Didn’t Sheri offer herself to bring you home?”

Hannah just nodded, eyes concentrated to something else. Her body was shaking as she absentmindedly talked to you. “Sheri.”

“What happened, Hannah?” Jeff peeked to the opened window to see Hannah’s red and teary face.

“Stop sign.” Hannah emotionlessly pointed the knocked stop sign at the edge of the road and you quickly shot a shocked glance to Jeff.

“Damn it, Sheri.” You cursed under your breath as you realized that you almost died because of her.

Your body became paralyzed, so as Jeff’s body. Everything just hit your senses and you realized how destiny could be an asshole sometimes. Many things might’ve happened during that moment. Many things.

You still couldn’t believe that you were safe and you kept murmuring some messages of gratefulness as you calmed yourself down, holding Jeff’s hands tightly.

You could’ve died, but you didn’t. Luckily.


THE VIKTUURI AU I NEED

okay just imagine this: victuuri catfish au (except totz not) - 

- one night Yuuri comes across an online dating profile of someone pretending to be Viktor Nikiforov

- yes that Viktor Nikiforov

- & honestly Yuuri is a bit charmed bc this person clearly did their research on Viktor’s profile (and has the cutest pictures of Makkachin that even he hasn’t seen before) and it’s late at night and he’s lonely and he’s only on this stupid website bc Mari made him a profile and ordered him to use it

- so he likes the profile and goes to sleep and doesn’t think about it

- until the profile likes him back

- and not only that, but messages him first 

- so Yuuri messages him, random stuff at first like the business at the inn or the food he ate that day or babysitting the triplets but then it goes deeper like into his anxiety or insecurity bc talking over a screen is so much easier at times

- and the profile shares just as much (albeit within the character of Viktor which amuses and frustrates Yuuri to no end bc he wants to know the real person behind the screen)

- and yeah, Yuuri is somehow falling for someone he’s never met. 

- Bc this Viktor is impossibly caring and loving even over their messages that seem to get longer and longer. And yeah, sometimes Viktor goes a few days without their long emails (bc of practice he says) but they always pick up so easily and send emojis throughout the day

- and Viktor always wishes Yuuri goodnight, even if it’s from a completely different timezone

- and Yuuri can’t imagine going through a day without strings of emojis or puppy pictures clouding up his messages box

- And that’s when Mari gets involved 

- Mari rounds up the #1 members of the Katsuki Yuuri fanclub and they get to work 

- Phichit, Yuuko, Minako and Mari pretend to be detectives but honestly they just call the Viktor’s phone number and put it on speaker

- and no one answers

- but there’s a voicemail 

- a voicemail in russian

- in a strangely familiar voice (they were all subjected to the worst of Yuuri’s teen crush, which largely included obsessive interview watching)

- and they all kind of scream at each other for around ten minutes

- and they all simultaneously agree to not tell Yuuri 

Alone With You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: smut, implied drinking, could be classified as implied cheating, sorta angsty

Word Count: 1,055

Anon Requested: Could you write a Dean X reader (smut) for Alone With You by Jake Owen? Thanks!

Prompt: Dean has never know Y/N’s life, but sometimes she shows up at his apartment, and he just can’t tell her no. She always leaves before morning, and every time she leaves Dean swears he’ll never do it again, but he does.

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

It had happened before. It had happened quite a few times before and every time Dean swore it’d be the last. It usually happened when she was a little tipsy; a little freer than usual. Dean could always taste the whiskey on her lips when they kissed for the first time again.

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Chris Evans Fic: Outnumbered (1 of 2)

A touch of angst in amongst the fluff in the ‘Four Kids’ verse. It was requested so here it is! Part 1 of 2.

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You were ready to curl yourself into a ball and scream. Scream and scream until the whole of Boston could hear you but everyone left you alone and you could hear nothing but silence.

You loved all your children dearly but they were pushing you to the edge today. Worst of all, you were completely by yourself as your darling husband was at the Patriots game with his friends and as you stood in the utility room (with the door closed so you could have a minute to yourself) of your Boston home, shovelling yet more vomit-covered clothing and bed sheets into the washer, you don’t think you could have hated him more.

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anonymous asked:

A surprise party for the twins? But they get all suspicious and MC is trying to hide the surprise in the best way she can. Sorry if m english is bad and this don't make sense, love your writing so much <3

Countdown to the Cake: 1


The Cake


“Hey, MC. You know I gave you that Arabic dictionary so you can come in here whenever you want, right?”

“Yes, I know, Saeyoung. I just forgot.” On purpose. You needed to buy more time, getting stuck on their door would do the trick for a while. “I was just so worried my laptop wasn’t working, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah… let me see the damage.” You take the laptop off your bag. “Well, I’m not familiar with Jurassic technology, but let’s see what I can do for you.” You knew keeping this old laptop in your closet could be useful one day. More time to buy.

“So, uhm… where’s Saeran?” you look around, trying to get a hold of him.

“In his bedroom, as usual.” He says, opening the laptop without any trouble.

“Oh… is he sleeping?” this could be a problem if he’s sleeping.

“Probably not… why?” he looks at you. Relax, MC… he doesn’t know anything, he doesn’t suspect a thing… calm down and act naturally.

“Nothing. I was just wondering if you two would like go out and hang a little after you do your little magic there.” Little magic? Ugh… what’s wrong with you?

“Oh, we can hang out right here.”

“Yeah, or… we could go out. I didn’t put on a nice dress to stay inside a bunker that smells like honey and soda. No offense.”

“Not taken.” And he goes back to the laptop’s circuits, whew… that was close.

“You really put on a nice dress, MC.” You look behind to find Saeran standing next to the door.

“Thank you…” even though you know he’s not really complimenting you, it’s more like an observation.

“And what did you do with your hair?” shit! You knew changing your hairstyle could make them suspect something…

“I… combed?” both twins nod and look at you. Shit…

“Makes sense.” Saeran says, heading out of the room. Whew! That was close… how long do you still need to stall?

That’s what you ask Yoosung over the phone when you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. How long do you need to keep the twins distracted while the other RFA members organize the surprise party for their birthday?

“I don’t know, MC… we didn’t know Jumin ordered such a… handful decoration, so it’s taking a while to put things in place. You need to hold them a little more…”

“I’m trying. I even brought a laptop with Windows Vista on it, but… they’re suspecting something, Yoosung, I can tell!”

“I doubt it. They probably don’t even remember what day is today. Calm down and keep going with the plan, you’re the perfect bait!”

“Yeah, I should be used by now…” you hang up and go back to where Saeyoung is, only to find the laptop functioning normally. “What did you do?”

“I fixed it! Like you wanted.” He smiles widely. Shit! You forgot you’re dealing with a genius here.

“Oh… oh yeah! Thank you! Are you really sure it’s working?”

“Well, yeah! Are you doubting my skills, MC? I’m offended!” he does a dramatic gesture before smirking teasingly. “Now let’s get out of here, the world needs to see you in a pretty dress and combed hair.” No! Too soon!

Or maybe not… the plan was just holding the twins, there was nothing about keeping them inside their house. Maybe you can stall in another way…

“So what you wanna do, MC?” Saeyoung asks when the three of you go inside one of his cars. You look at both of them, Saeran isn’t happy about getting dragged out of the house, it took your persuasive abilities  (whine until he is tired of listening to your voice, that is) to convince him to come along. This is a party for the twins, you need them both there.

“Hum… I was wondering if we could go to uhm…” your phone starts buzzing, you look at who’s calling you “Zen?” you say out loud.

“Zen’s place? No! It’s too small there!” Saeran complains, that’s when you realize you said it out loud. Stupid!

“Z-Zen? Did I say Zen? No, uhm… that’s now what I meant, I… need to use your bathroom again, be right back!” you get out of the car and run inside the house again. “Hello?”

“Achew! Hey, babe! So, uhm… achew! Remember I was supposed to pick the cake at your place? Achew! Why didn’t you tell me your neighbor has a cat?” For fuck’s sake, you forgot about Mr. Cat Damon!

“Oh, Zen… I’m so sorry. Is everything okay?”

“With me? Achew! Yes, yes… my throat is just a little clog, you probably noticed my voice isn’t as soothing as usu… achew!”

“And the cake?” you feel bad for him, but now there’s a cake at stake! Well, not really, but still…

“Oh yes, it’s fine… you have a lovely decoration, by the way, it really suits you… achew!” oh yes, Zen. Perfect time to flirt… “I just couldn’t make it to the kitchen, because the cat was there, how did he get in?”

“Mr. Cat Damon always finds his way in… that sneaking little thief.”

“Oh, just like in Ocean’s 11?” Ahh, a reference to Matt Damon… clever, Zen… wait, there’s no time for this! “Anyway, I… I’m trying to reach Yoosung, Jaehee and Trustfund, but none of them are answering.” Of course, because they’re busy with the decoration!

You tell him to get out of there before his allergy gets worse and that you’ll find a solution. In the meantime, you call Jumin… nothing. Jaehee? No answer. Yoosung? Voicemail… what now? Well… it looks like you’ll have to discreetly get the cake, find a way to hide inside Saeyoung’s trunk, pray it doesn’t melt, and hope you’re not caught by two smart former hackers… god help you.

“I’m sorry we have to go back to my place, Saeyoung. It’s just… I really need to grab something I forgot there.”

“It’s fine, MC. Maybe we can come up and hang out there, then…”

“NO!” you yell, making both twins stare at you. CALM. DOWN! “I mean… no… my house is such a mess right now…”

“Ah, darn it! I thought I was finally going to see Mr. Cat Damon again… does he still breaks into your apartment?” Does he?

The ride to your building is silent. You’re worried about letting something spill everytime you open your mouth. Thankfully, the twins aren’t that talkative. You wonder if it is because they know what day is today, but they prefer avoiding thinking about it? Knowing everything you know about them now, you can’t even imagine what kind of sad memories revolve their birthday…

“We’re here!” Saeyoung states, that’s when you notice how much you were spacing out. Focus, MC! This party means a lot more than you can possibly think!

“So, uhm… can you do a favor for me? I need you to let the trunk door open…”

“Why?” both twins tilt their head in confusion.

“I… need to put something mine in there. It’s… personal…” well, you can’t use the bathroom excuse on this now, can you?

“Oh, I see what’s going on here…” Saeyoung looks at his brother and gives him this weird smile, no… shit! They know? “You’re on those lady days,  ain’t you?”

“What are you saying, idiot? Don’t make her uncomfortable!” Saeran says, blushing. Oh my God… they think you’re on your period? So embarrassing, this is… this is… perfect!

“It’ fine, Saeran. Yes, I… yes, I am. And I need to grab a bag with some spare clothes and… other things, in case of an… you know, an… accident…” this is more embarrassing than if you actually were on your period.

“Oh, things… as in tampons, right?” Saeran asks.

“Yes, Saeran. Tampons. So uhm… keep the trunk door open and whatever you two do, don’t leave this car, okay? I’ll bring… I’ll bring a lot of tampons, and it’s kinda embarrassing, so please…don’t look!” well, this is weird, but maybe will be enough to keep their curiosity away. For once, men’s lack of knowledge on how periods work will save the day.

You go to your place, and the cake is in the balcony, like you instructed the guy from the cake store to let. Okay… now you need a bag to put the box inside and pretend it’s a lot of tampons! What a genius plan! Now where is that bag? Maybe you have one big enough in your room. You go there and look for those old paper bags from fancy stores you kept to remind you bought something from a fancy store before, ugh… isn’t it amazing how your dorkiness is working in your favor for once?

You go back to the kitchen and when you’re about to place the box inside the bag… you hear Saeyoung’s voice next to the door.

“Come here, Mr. Cat Damon!” NOT THIS FUCKING CAT AGAIN!

“Ugh, that’s the stupidest name I’ve ever heard!” Is Saeran here too? Well, yeah, Saeyoung would never leave him alone with one of his babies, he’s so possessive with those cars!

Mr. Cat Damon comes in and meows at you. One of these days… Mr. Cat Damon, one of these days…

“MC? What’s going on?”

“I… I…” need to go to the bathroom? Forget it… there’s nowhere to run.

“What’s in the box?”

“Tampons?”

“Do you really think we’re that stupid?” Saeran asks, glaring at you. Uh oh… “You’re up to something, ain’t you?” Well… you can’t really keep on lying, can you?

“I… I am, and the other RFA members are too. Zen was here before, but Mr. Cat Damon showed up and made him sneeze, and nobody was answering because they were busy with the decoration, so I tried not to ruin the surprise because everybody put so much effort on making this a happy birthday for both of you, since you guys deserve so much after everything you’ve been through, and I want you too to be happy and loved, and protect you two because I care so much about you guys and… I’m not really on my period!” You say as you feel the tears rolling down. Saeyoung and Saeran look at each other completely lost.

“Oh… we… kinda forgot it was this day of the year?” Saeyoung asks his brother.

“Yeah… so used to not celebrating at all for all those years…” oh god…

“So… so… I just ruined the surprise?” more tears, and Saeyoung runs to you.

“Hey, it’s fine… you didn’t ruin anything. Well, except for Saeran’s innocence with that tampon thing, but… don’t worry, MC. The biggest surprise here is seeing how much you tried to make this day special, it’s so good to know we have someone so willing to make us happy.”

“Oh, but that’s no surprise! You already know how much RFA loves you, guys! The party was supposed to be a surprise!”

“I think surprises suck.” Saeran states, crossing his arms. “So stop crying and feeling so bad on yourself.” He glances at you quickly “… please.”

“Yeah, you can’t ruin your make up that goes along with the nice dress and the combed hair, girl!” Saeyoung shakes your shoulders lightly. “So, come on, I’ll help you put the cake in the trunk while we teach Saeran how to pretend he’s surprised.”

“Thank you, guys.” You smile at both of them, Saeyoung chuckles, and though you’re not sure, you think you saw Saeran smiling a little. “Yes, let’s take this cak…”

SPLASH! You just see the box with the cake hitting the floor and Mr. Cat Damon looking at what he did… then he looks at you like this was completely natural. You open your mouth in shock.

“This cat… is the incarnation of the evil! I’m going to kill him!” you go towards Mr. Cat Damon’s direction, yelling.

“Whoa, calm down, MC!  Calm… down!” Saeyoung holds you against him, you two lose balance and fall on the floor, splashing cake frosting everywhere.

“It’s… It’s ruined. Just like the whole surprise…” You say, your voice starts breaking again. 

“Oh no no no… It’s not your fault, MC. Don’t worry!” Saeyoung hurries in comforting you. 

“Yeah, silly. It’s just cake, we can get another one tomorrow or next year, whatever. There will be plenty of birthdays for us to have cake.” You and Saeyoung look at each other, then at Saeran. Did he just say he wants to celebrate in the years to come? 

“Awww MC, did you hear that? Saeran just said something sweet!” you two giggle, but he doesn’t look that happy. 

“Oh… So you like it sweet, huh brother?” He asks, kneeling before you two and grabbing a fistful of cake. “Is that sweet enough for you?” He shoves the cake on Saeyoung’s face. You look in shock and try to hold your laugh, but it’s impossible.

“Now what are you laughing at?” Saeyoung throws cake frosting on you, and before you know it, this is a food war. Your kitchen is a mess, and Mr. Cat Damon ran out of there, but you didn’t even notice, you were too busy laughing and having fun with the twins.

Which… was interrupted by a clearing throat sound, clearly made by Jumin. The three of you freeze as you see the other RFA members judging and watching this curiously.

“What the hell is happening here?” Jaehee asks, shocked.

None of you know what to say and just keep looking at each other, like “who’s gonna talk?”

“Well, uhm… surprise?” Saeran asks.



You can see the other days here!

Where Soul Meets Body- 11

Summary: Soulmate AU. Some people went their entire lives without ever meeting their soulmates. You were one of the lucky ones, to have found and fallen in love with the owner of the initials tattooed on your hip. When your soulmate’s best friend struggles to deal with a tragedy in his own life, you discover that you might not have been as lucky as you thought.

Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Not MMF)

Warnings: (Series, not specifically this chapter: bad language, unprotected sex or sexual situations, drinking/alcoholism, drug use, violence, cheating, references to death, mutilation and trauma, maybe more.)

Words: 1591

Author’s Note: Let’s play a game called ‘Who’s the bigger asshole this chapter?’

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Master   Part 10

Originally posted by in-perfectenschlag

You stayed in bed the next morning for as long as you could. The house was cold, and being wrapped in blankets that smelled like Steve was the only warmth you could find. You missed having him next to you all night, even if you were used to waking up alone. His body heat would linger in the sheets until he got home, allowing you just a bit of extra comfort on days like this. The sheets today were cold, and try as you might to seek warmth in the confines of your comforter, it wasn’t enough.

Dragging yourself up, you kept the comforter wrapped around you as you wobbled to the closet, yanking on a pair of fuzzy socks, patterned with penguins, and one of Steve’s thick, wool-knit sweaters.

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the eyes to pull me in (lucaya)

basically i wrote this for secret santa and i thought it could use a repost ;) also, if you read this, shoot me an ask and lmk if i should change my url to trahgedy or not!!

It was never supposed to get that far. Lucas and Maya, together. Before that night, they could maintain the tremulous balance, so close to toppling. No one was supposed to get hurt. No one was ever supposed to acknowledge that they did get hurt. If it wasn’t for the rain and the stupid, stupid bus, then things would probably have worked out alright for just a bit longer.  But it was just Maya Hart’s luck to get caught in a thunderstorm.

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August came meant for loving and losing. Means your voice across the phone laughing telling me to sleep. Means I love you and I love you too. [FLASH FOWARDS THE MEMORY, now you’re telling me you don’t want to try us]

August means crying on the floor again. Same story, what’s new? Well now I know you can’t / you don’t want it / even if I beg you / you won’t come back. Cause distance isn’t 785 miles between us. Distance is the way your mind works against mine.

So we’re taking about distance now? Might as well talk about plane tickets. [THOSE THAT WE DID NOT TAKE] But does it matter if I was in your city? Will it change anything? Like fuck. Even if I go I don’t think you’ll want to see me. Just like that one call you didn’t answer. Just like that voicemail you never open.

hazyaffection // listen to the voicemail

Dive (pt. 2)

 Im so so so sorry it took me this long.  But its here, albeit with a shitty ending so sorry for that… but i hope you enjoy it anyways.  

- Cassie 

Part 1 can be found here

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           It had been a couple weeks since you walked out on Tyler.  You were getting along ok, at least as ok as someone who’s love of their life had just cheated on them should be doing.  You had your moments where you just broke down and cried, those were mostly at three in the morning when Tyler called you drunk and begging you to take him back, and the nights you didn’t answer- the voicemails would be even worse.  

           Jamie like the amazing friend he is promised he would keep Tyler out of trouble as best as he could but you know yourself how much of a handful he could be.  Jamie had brought the rest of your things back to your apartment which you were extremely thankful for, it would have been hell if you had to go back and relive your relationship with Tyler.  Jamie told you that Tyler didn’t move when he was getting your stuff, he was just sitting on the couch staring blankly at the tv that wasn’t even turned on.  You broke down crying and Jamie held you and then tucked you in bed and truth be told you didn’t have very much motivation to move.

           Tyler’s game had drastically changed, anyone with eyes could see the difference between his playing when the two of you were together and now.  You couldn’t deny the pang of guilt you felt for this even knowing that Tyler isn’t your responsibility and neither is his playing ability.  You knew he was drinking more and going out a lot more than usual, Jamie had told you, and once again there was a pang of guilt.

           Today had been a particularly good day so you decided to go out to the café not far from your apartment to read a book and also get some social interaction- something you had been lacking.  You had invited Jamie along be he declined which you didn’t mind, it would give you time to think while you were moderately happy- something that hadn’t happened in a while.  You got your drink and sat down at a cozy table toward the back, away from the door.  Shortly after a man asked to sit down at you table as there were none available near a plug for his laptop.  

           “I’m sorry” the man sitting across from you starts “I have to confess, I lied I don’t need to charge my laptop, I saw you sitting here and I just wanted an excuse to talk to such a beautiful lady.”

           You feel your cheeks heating up, flattered by his comment.

           “I’m William, it’s a delight to meet you” he flashes you an award-winning smile.

           “(y/n)” you smile back politely not really interested in conversation.

           “So, do you come here very often?” Really the most used line in the book… like ever “that was stupid I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that.”

           “Listen” you start off determined to make a point “if this were any other time I might be interested in a conversation but I’m just not right now, all I am interested in right now is my book, so if you will excuse me I’m going to get back to it.”

           “Well I could give you my number you could send me a text when you’re done the book” he says completely ignoring the point you were trying to make.

           “Listen buddy” a new voice chimes in, an all too familiar voice “I’m pretty sure the lady said she doesn’t want a conversation so if get on your way before I make you.”

           You scoff at Tyler’s assertiveness and how quickly William gets his things together.  Tyler probably wouldn’t do anything to the guy, but then again you didn’t think Tyler would cheat on you either.  Great here come the water works, so much for having a good day.  You’re interrupted from your thoughts when Tyler takes a seat across from you where William was sitting just seconds ago.

           “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you ask him extremely annoyed “At least William had the decency to ask.”  You add the last bit in knowing it would piss Tyler off.

           “William” Tyler shakes his head “would you have actually given that guy a chance (y/n)?”

           “Yeah maybe I would have” you state firmly.

           “He doesn’t seem like your type.”

           “Oh really?” you ask with a dry laugh “then what is my type Tyler?  Men that don’t care about me?  Men that party all the time?  Men that cheat on me?”

           Tyler’s features soften and you can tell right away he’s been thinking about what he did.  “(y/n) I’m sorry” he says simply.  You weren’t expecting an apology Tyler is always so stubborn.

           “How did you even find out where I was?”

           “I went to your place and I figured you just weren’t answering the door” he lets out a little chuckle “knowing you weren’t even in there makes me feel a bit stupid but anyways.  You weren’t answering so I came here because you love it here and I wanted to be close to you.”

            You can’t help it but your heart swells just before the image of him kissing the perfect blonde crosses your mind and once again tears come to your eyes. You can’t stand the idea of letting him see you cry so you pick up your things and walk out of the small café. You know Tyler is right behind you because you can hear his footsteps.

           “Is he the reason you aren’t interested?” That is not Tyler.  You turn around and William is right behind you “personally, I don’t think he’s worth your tears.”

           “It doesn’t matter what the reason is, I am just not interested in you” this boy cannot take a hint.

          “Why the fuck are you here again?” Tyler exclaims coming up to you and William.

           “Why the fuck do you think it’s ok too make a gorgeous girl cry?” William asks him getting up in Tyler’s face.  Knowing that it is a very bad decision on William’s part to get that close to Tyler you squeeze in between them, facing Tyler.  He might have broken your heart but you still trust him a hell of a lot more than a complete stranger.

          “William, you don’t know me and I don’t know you, I am not interested in you and what happens between me and Tyler does not concern you one bit” you say steadily despite the burning stares from both men.  

          “Yeah move along now buddy” Tyler adds ushering him along.

           Once William was surely gone you start talking to Tyler “Ty, I don’t blame you I honestly should have seen it coming you were out all the time partying and I mean she looked absolutely perfect.  It’s not ok that you did it but you did and it’s kind of difficult to go back on it.”

           “I was terrible to you (y/n)” Tyler says taking your hand in his “and I want to talk to you about it because you deserve so much more, so can we please go back to your apartment and talk?”

           Probably against your better judgement you let him hold your hand all the way on the ten-minute walk back to your apartment and all the way up the elevator to your apartment door where there is a basket with an assortment of things.

            “I brought this for you to apologize and you didn’t answer so I just left it” he says picking it up and studying the contents “I-uh I got you some flowers, I thought they looked nice and I remember when we went on our date to the flower garden you said you liked them, and I got you some of the candy you really like and there’s a teddy bear and I filled this jar up with everything I love about you and Jamie told me to make a photo album of all my favorite pictures of us so that’s there too, but just in case you don’t hate me any less there’s some matches in there.”  

           By the time Tyler finished rambling you had opened the door and lead him inside your apartment.  “Tyler, are you done?”

            “Well no but if you want me stop I will but I had a lot more to say” he said nervously.

             “Should I get you some water then?” you ask as a joke but when he nods you realize he’s serious when he says he still has a lot to say.  “Tyler, you just need to tell me one thing, I don’t need the gifts or the long speeches just one honest answer.”

           “Ok” he says confidently “one 100% honest answer.”

           “Was she the only the girl?”  

            Without even think about it Tyler confidently gets out a “yes.”

            “Ok now a follow up question” you pause not really sure if you want the answer “why?”

           “Because I’m stupid and I didn’t realize how amazing I had it when I had you. (y/n) if you forgive me I promise I will never party without you.”

          “That’s a pretty big promise Tyler.”

          “Well, you’re worth the biggest promises, because” he pauses “because I love you.”

           You had never heard Tyler say those words directed at you ever.  So, to say you’re a little bit shocked is an understatement.  

          “I know that you probably think I’m just desperate now, which I am, but I really do mean it.  It just took me a little while to realize.  (y/n) I love you so much it’s crazy, I didn’t think I would ever be the guy to say that but here I am and I don’t want to be any other guy.”

          “Tyler…” you say quietly cutting him off.

           “(y/n) please let me finish, if you give me a second chance I swear to you I won’t blow it, I promise you I won’t blow it.”

          “Tyler, what am I supposed to say to that?”

           “That you’ll give me a second chance?” he says hopeful “and that you love me too would be nice.”

           “Tyler, I do love you” you say and a goofy smile appears on his face “things have to change though.”

           “Things will change (y/n)” he smiles taking a step closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and giving a kiss to your forehead “Let’s go out to dinner?”

           “Ok, sure” you smile up at him “can we get pizza?”

           “We can have whatever makes you happy.”

DEAD?||HARRY STYLES IMAGINE

He misses you. 

Harry’s eyes were a little bit off that day. The have been off for a whole month now. Like if he wasn’t feeling good, but he was good pretending. 

At the moment he was with his friends at a pub near the hotel they had managed to get out without being noticed. The music was loud and the girl next to him was trying to make him dance, but he just wanted her to leave, it was other girl the one he wanted next to him. 

His girl. 

Touring was one of his favorite things in life. The adrenaline, the people, singing, being with his mates. But right now he couldn’t get his love out of his head. Was she ok? Was she sleeping and eating well? Was she feeling ok? He was a completely wreck at the moment. He needed her like air. He missed her. 

He stood up out of nowhere and headed to the washroom, dialing her number. It was eight in the morning where she was. She was always up at seven, no matter what, always a morning person. The weird thing? She wasn’t answering. 

Boredom was eating him alive, only she could bring happiness to his life. Accidentally he turned on the internet on his phone and his notifications became crazy-as always. He was about to shout it all out when a tweet caught his attention. 

“We’re sorry for your lost Harry.” 

And other one “#BESTRONGHARRY” and another one “DIRECTIONERSHEREFORHARRY” Fans would make everything worldwide trends, but that made him feel uneasy. He logged in and saw “RIPY/N” as the main trend and he felt his knees so weak that he almost fell of. He closed his eyes for a brief second as he tried to breath, and control his beating heart. There was not enough air in there for him. Fans could be confused. They can be wrong. Media can be wrong. 

He went to the roof for air and checked twitter again. There were pictures of her car involved in an accident, that was linked to CNN news. Reportedly, there were no survivors. That was definitely her car. He had personally bought her that car for her last birthday.    

He felt down to his knees, the air becoming too heavy to breath. Apparently the brakes of the car had broken down leaving her no change to react of do anything as a huge car approached her and hit her directly to her front. He imagined the whole scene. He could physically feel the pain. It was all too much to bear. 

He screamed. 

He screamed as loud as his vocal cords let him. The pain he felt couldn’t be described. He tried to call her again with trembling hands and blurry vision hopping that it was just a bad dreams but there was still no answer. Only the voicemail that allowed him to hear her sweet voice. He tried to call her mom but there was no answer either. Nor her best friend. He was fully sobbing and whimpering as it all hit him hard. 

He had lost his family.
The love of his life and his baby. 


He could have done something, but he didn’t. He was miles away, he left her behind, he always left her behind. He felt as it all was his fault. He was going to figure out the gender of the baby in two weeks and now he had lost it all.

 Emptiness, emptiness is all he felt. Another loud scream left his mouth as he pulled his hair. His phone began to ring but he couldn’t hear it. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. Probably now people start to notice what’s going on and try to confort him, however he didn’t want them to.
That would only mean he had to accept the tragic truth. 

He was going to make it public, his secret marriage and his baby once he found out the gender. 

He had bought her a house near the beach as she had always wanted.
That one was his last tour and only had three months left until he could be with her every single day. 

All the plans.
All the things left to do.
The things he wanted to teach his child.
The first cry, the first day in school. All of that. He wanted it with her. 

He took the phone that couldn’t stop ringing and threw it to the other side, it breaking immediately. Standing up and running so he could be alone. Paps where on the entrance of the hotel room with flashes and their questions but he pushed them away, still running to his hotel room. 

Instead of taking the lift he ran all the twenty floors up. He wanted to feel something. Even if it was just tiredness since he was all left into tiny pieces all over the place. The door was fully opened before he could insert the key. 

There she was with her so radiant smile, her baby bump and her arms wide open so she could embrace him, completely unaware of his pain until she saw his face.
Puffy eyes, red nose, bloody hands like if he had punched something along the way, his skin so pale that it seemed like he would faint any moment.
She became very worried about his condition.
“Harry, love.” He stood there, not moving a single muscle.
How was that possible? She… she was.. She reached for his arm but he took a step back, and another and another one until he was sliding down the wall behind him. He had definitely lost his mind. Sobs leaving his mouth again. The picture itself was completely heartbreaking. She kneed next to him with some difficulty due to her baby bump but once she was down to his level she hugged him and traced draws on his back as she always would when he was having a hard time.
 She felt her own tears, her heart breaking a little. Her true love was so broken due to something she could not quite get, but it had affected him.
“Shhh… Shhh, baby it is ok. Let it all out.” He shook his head abruptly, not believing his mind. “But you… you… the car accident… I… I lost you.” He closed his eyes at the thought of it. “I am here, I am right next to you.”She only hugged him more, as tight as her bump let her to. But he still thought it was all an illusion.

All if that was too much for a single day, the 15 hour flight, all the things she had to do to get to the hotel room without being noticed, her back has starting to hurt, and now Harry, the one that never cried, crying his eyes out in front of her. 

All of that vanished as soon as she felt slow movements inside of her that startled her. The baby was moving for the first time, at the sound of his voice, at the presence of love. She rapidly took his hand and placed it where the baby was moving. His eyes opened instantly, every cry stopping at the feeling of this baby moving under his hand. His little creation with the love of his life, moving, alive.
“I’m alive harry. We are alive, whatever made you think the opposite, it’s false. We are here and we love you.” Tears of joy streaming down the faces of the soon-to-be parents.
“Oh my… thanks god. Kitten!” He let out a breath he didn’t know he was taking. She was right next to him, breathing, talking to him, with their baby kicking.
“I love you. I love you. I love you. You guys are the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Marry me please, love.” She let out a loud laugh. “We are already married, Harry.”
“I would still ask you a hundred times. I love you.”
“I love you too, Hazz.“

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Oracle [Chapter 3]

Originally posted by jypnior

 Chapter 3 of Oracle

Ch 1  Ch 2

Series Genre: AU/Angst/Smut/Fluff


The realization that you were short on time pushed you to hurriedly put on the dress he had bought. It fit perfectly. Youngjae really was a man of great taste.

After a quick once over in the mirror you headed out the front door to hail a cab.

Condu, you remembered.

Luckily, you quickly recognized the scenery as the cab started driving off. You hadn’t left the city which meant wherever this place was probably wasn’t far. You wouldn’t be terribly late for your evening.

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Katniss and Pain

In Mockingjay, Gale claims that Katniss only responds with affection to other people’s pain. He claims that’s why she kissed him in Catching Fire and later in the ashes kiss in D12. He says it again after he sees hijacked Peeta. In fact, here’s that quote:

“I thought … I’ll never compete with that. No matter how much pain I’m in.” He spins the feather between his thumb and forefinger. “I don’t stand a chance if he doesn’t get better. You’ll never be able to let him go.”

Collins, Suzanne. The Hunger Games Trilogy (Kindle Locations 9673-9675). Scholastic Inc.. Kindle Edition. 

Katniss doesn’t deny these charges either. In fact, later in that conversation, she confirms it. “It’s true [she felt guilty about kissing Peeta because of Gale],” I admit. “But so is what you said about Peeta.”

It implies that Peeta only “won” Katniss because he was the most broken and broken guys…do it for her? Like she has some kind of Florence Nightingale Syndrome. Well, that’s what I always got out of these quotes. 

And it pissed me off…until earlier this week.

Okay a little backstory. So, I like the MBTI personality tests. It’s not that I find them particularly accurate or scientifically valid, but I do think they provide interesting insights that are at least a step above astrological signs. 

I’m an INTJ and, on a lot of websites, it also lists Katniss as an INTJ. I didn’t pay much attention to it because I don’t feel like she and I are much alike, until a few days ago.

Earlier this week I couldn’t get in contact with my sister. My sister is very punctual about answering phone calls and texts. Me, I’d send a phone call from God to voicemail before answering it, but my sister texts me everyday, without fail. 

Added to this, my sister just got out of a physically and mentally abusive marriage with a man with a delusional mental disorder (he thought every time she got ready for bed she was stripping for a man that lived on top of their roof). For the most part, he’s left her alone, but he still pops up occasionally.

These two things combined to make me panic. I called her neighbor (me who hates phones.) No answer. Planned on calling the police, but my other sister says they can’t do anything unless its been 24 hours and they don’t have the best track record dealing with people with mental disorders.

 She lives about an hour away so, at midnight, I’m speeding over there, mentally preparing myself for whatever situation I might find. I put the police on speed dial.

I get there, and of course, she’s fine. Her charger broke and she was going to get another one in the morning. I’m hugging her, crying (I almost never cry.) 

And she says, she didn’t know I would care so much. She says she didn’t realize I would be this upset just because I didn’t hear from her for one day. This woman is basically my best friend, my flesh and blood, and she didn’t know I would be so upset!

This is were Katniss and I might be similar.

From an outside perspective; Gale was right. Katniss, (like me, I guess) only shows her emotions in extreme situations.

 Katniss first kisses Peeta when she realizes how sick he is.

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She nearly hyperventilates when she thinks he’s dead.

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But, Gale was also wrong. The amount of pain isn’t what moves her. The pain is secondary to the emotions that already exist. I didn’t react like that because I just realized I loved my sister or I was just afraid for her. I’ve always loved my sister and I’ve always cared about her safety.

She doesn’t react only because Peeta is in pain or hurt, she reacts because she already loves him. He’s already vital to her, even if it takes an extreme situation for her to show it. The same is true with every relationship she has: Prim, Rue, Gale, Haymitch. 

Physically, Gale was probably in more pain after he was hurt during the war, but all Katniss wanted to do was bandage Peeta’s minor wrist wounds because his pain was her pain. 

Comfort Food: Harry Styles Imagine

Today had been a bad day. It was one of those days where absolutely nothing went as planned. The power had gone off in the middle of the night due to a bad storm, disrupting my alarm clock and causing me to wake late for work. I spilled hot coffee all over myself as I was leaving the apartment, which made me late even more because I had to go change clothes. Then, the copier jammed beyond repair on the last pages of my boss’ important manuscript. We would have to wait a week before a permanent replacement could be brought it. That nearly brought the wrath of God down upon me from my boss. And last but not least, I had misread a deadline in my monthly planner and realized that I was supposed to give a thirty-minute presentation pitch on the magazine’s fall fashion focus. I hadn’t even started on it yet.

Though I was annoyed and completely stressed out, it felt great to be home. I immediately kicked off my wedged sandals upon crossing the threshold into the apartment. They bounced off the hardwood floors with a clunk. I tossed my tote-turned-briefcase on the blue chaise and greeted Edith, the two-month-old white and light grey tabby kitten who meowed at my feet.

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First You Fall

Maisie Dalton fixed things.  And Niall Horan was definitely broken.

Chapter 30

There was no kiss at the end of the night.  But Maisie didn’t care, because she was on cloud nine as she woke the next morning and showered.  The date had been a success.  More than a success, Maisie felt like she’d been given hope again.  Hope for a future that included Niall.  It was amazing how just that small light at the end of the tunnel affected her.  She couldn’t wait to get the day started.

Niall was supposed to be doing interviews all day for his CD.  But he’d already been texting Maisie to tell her good morning and that he missed her.  Maisie was very nearly singing as she exited the shower to find yet another text from him waiting on her phone.

Dinner tonight ?  Think I’ll be done by 6 or 7

Maisie nodded before she even typed out her response.

Yes, definitely.  Are you still bored?

It took him a bit to respond this time so she took the opportunity to dry her hair and lotion herself.  His response had just popped up when she got to her phone.

Always bored at these things .  Always answerin the same damn things

You should just put out a memo

Good idea .  I’ll tell Nolan

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Dear [redacted] State Medical Board

If my license expires because your stupid website to renew doesn’t work and you have no paper renewal option and none of your “support” employees answer my numerous voicemails and emails, whose fault is it?