birthday's over you can go home now

BTS replaced you. - pt.2

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.END]


Originally posted by fairybcby

After the conversation we shared I muted the conversation, there was nothing I wanted to hear anymore and nothing I wanted to do but sleep. I was curious of what they had to say, if anything at all but at the same time I didn’t want to know because they probably don’t think it’s a big deal they’ve missed my birthday three years in a row. I sat at my dining room table, staring at the candlelit cake in front of me. It was their favourite, strawberry flavour and just looking at it reminded me of them and how they won’t be here again to share this too large cake for one with me.

For so long I believed that we were best friends, that we were inseparable and nothing or no one could come between the friendship we shared because we had been through so much with one another. But I was wrong. They let her get between us. I don’t want to be a selfish brat that I’m seeming to be, but they just forgot me so easily after spending a week with her, wouldn’t that hurt you? They used to be the first people to say happy birthday to me, even if they were away they’d never forget to FaceTime me at 12am - but this year, even though we were supposed to celebrate, they didn’t call at 12, they didn’t send me a text. Because they forgot, and they left me waiting for them like a fool standing outside the restaurant in the winter cold holding my own birthday cake. They promised. They promised that they were going to celebrate with me this year for sure, they even made sure they had no schedule clashes today so that we could celebrate, but just like that they forgot and I was replaced with someone new, someone better.

People looked at me funny, people who walked into the restaurant, had their meal and came back out to see me still standing there alone - they all looked at me with pity in their eyes. ‘That girl must’ve got stood up’ must be what they were all thinking. Yeah I was stood up by my seven best friends. The entire week they’ve been hanging out, the entire week they’ve dismissed me. ‘If it was important we would have remembered’ ‘Clearly wasn’t all that important’, that hurt to say the least, it only told me how much I didn’t mean to them, making it clear to me that they don’t need me in their lives anymore because they have someone new, someone that let’s them have the personal space that they needed and I understood now. I was only ever thinking of myself and what I wanted. Maybe they didn’t forget, maybe this was their way to tell me that our friendship is over. 

I blew out the candle without making a wish, wishes don’t come true. I’ve wished for the same thing the last two years and each following year I end up getting disappointed. I crawled into bed and went to sleep, eyes slightly wet from crying. But a few hours later, I heard my phone ring; I picked up without even checking the caller ID. 

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“Jack, you’re not going to make it. It’s okay,” Bitty stresses, trying to remain the calm one even though he’s not feeling that calm about it.

“No. I’ll get there, I—Shit! Ah, shit. Sorry, Bits, half ran a red there.”

“Jack!” Bitty groans, heart flipping over at the thought of Jack speeding home. He wouldn’t have called Jack in the first place if he’d known that was what was going on. This phone conversation can only be a distraction. “I’m serious. It’s fine.”

“It’s your birthday. I’m going to get there in time.”

“You’re crazy, and I’m honestly scared for your life right now.”

“Don’t be. There’s barely anyone on the roads, I’m fine,” Jack says dismissively.

“I am rolling my eyes at you,” Bitty tells Jack after having done so. “With love, but also because you’re an idiot.”

“And idiot who loves you.” How Jack manages to be sappy and romantic whilst seemingly in a one-man car chase is beyond Bitty. He’s appreciative anyway.

“Get here in one piece or this will be the worst birthday ever.”

“What about–”

“Yes, I am including the time we had to take Tater to hospital and I got blood all over my new shoes,” Bitty says somewhat hysterically.

“What’s the time?” Jack demands.

Bitty tips his head back from where he’s got it resting on the arm of the couch to look at the clock. “Eleven fifty-three.”

“Fuck yeah,” Jack yells, making it come out buzzed through Bitty’s phone. “Okay. Bits, Bud, I got this. Open the front door for me, I’m almost home.”

Bitty rolls his eyes again. This boy is way too eager for near midnight. “Okay, okay. I’m doing it.”

He opens the front door and steps out into the hallway. It’s quiet out there, and he can’t hear anything coming through on the phone either. Jack probably isn’t going to make it, and that’s fine with Bitty. It’ll be the first time in six years, but Bitty thinks that’s a pretty good track record.

The sound of footsteps pounding up the emergency exit gets clearer and clearer, and Bitty turns toward them. Jack bursts through, clearly flushed, but smiling happily, victorious, running toward Bitty holding a wrapped present.

Bitty hangs up his phone. “The elevator would’ve been–

Jack crashes into him and kisses him eagerly and messily, stopping Bitty mid word.

“Happy Birthday.” Jack pulls back, delight in his eyes, and hands over the present.

“You were right,” Bitty admits with relief. “You did make it, one piece and all.”

“Told you,” Jack says happily. “And it’s…” he checks his watch. “Eleven fifty-eight. Quick.”

“Jack!” Bitty shouts as Jack bends down to lift Bitty over his shoulder and carry him inside.

“No time to waste. You’ve gotta open that.”

“We could’ve done that in the hallway. You’re ridiculous.” Bitty repeats the sentiment from earlier.

“Okay, go go go.” Jack plops Bitty down on the couch and sits pressed up beside him. “One minute.”

Bitty holds his hand up in front of Jack. Jack grabs it and kisses it, then puts it on top of the present. By this stage, Bitty’s caught up in the manic energy Jack is radiating. He rips open the packaging, struggling some with the amount of sticky tape on the present. He throws it behind him once it’s off and stares down at the plain cardboard box.

“Open it,” Jack encourages.

Bitty does, pulling it out in wonder.

“Wow, Jack. It’s…” He gives it a shake. “Is that us?”

“Yeah.” Jack nods. “I had it custom made by one of Lardo’s friends. They said–”

This time, Bitty cuts Jack off with a kiss. “I love it.”

He looks at the snow globe, with the miniature glass work Jack and Bitty inside, kissing on an icy pond, surrounded by falling snow.

Jack throws an arm around Bitty’s shoulders and pulls him in. He kisses the top of Bitty’s head, and whispers, “Happy Birthday.”

It’s after midnight now, but Bitty’s not going to point that out.

Drunken Slurs || Kim Jongdae

Requested: No

Word Count: 2,324

Kim Jongdae + Reader + Possible Angst or Fluff


—Jongdae had one too many drinks to the point where he can’t even recognize his own girlfriend.


Sounds of base and electronic dance music kept mixing together to create a rhythm that can hype the crowd. Lights of green and red were shooting in each corner of the room, flashing on eyes and drinks to illuminate the dark space of ecstasy and desire. The room was a chaos of drunken bodies grinding on each other, obnoxious laughter that irks your eardrums, and half-witted drunkards that kept flirting with you – even at the party of your own boyfriend. 

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“I’d love to sit here and preach about how I’ve grown and about how time heals all wounds, but, sadly I’d be lying. Mom, you are the reason I am the way I am you’re the reason I see myself as a monster. I wish I could sit here and say I remember my childhood but I remember only the parts that shaped me into what I am today.

I remember when I was 8 I came home and told you about a boy I thought was cute. That day you sat me down in your room and give me “the talk” with a sock and a banana. I was only eight. I thought nothing was wrong with my feelings, but you assured me I was wrong. I trusted you and buried my feelings. They wouldn’t be resurfaced until years later.

I remember I was nine and I spilled my milk. I guess I didn’t clean it well enough for you. Instead of waking me up to clean it you woke me up from my nap and proceeded to beat me as hard as you could for as long as you could. Every-time I cried you hit harder. From that day I learned to never cry.

I remember when I was ten I was on the chubby side and you directed me to look at the tv and made me stare at the boy who was skinnier than me. You told me to “be like him.” I left the room and cried in a corner but made sure you didn’t hear me. God forbid you hear.

The years from then to my most traumatic memory are a mystery the optimist in me hopes they were ok and you changed. No more hits no more hurt, but the realist in me knows I somehow slipped and made you hurt me. It’s ok, I deserved it. I deserve all the pain you give me.

I am 13 now, my feelings for boys have resurfaced. I tell you I think I’m bisexual so you can still maybe love me. My plan falls through the cracks and you freak out and choke me until I black out. I wake up in a corner with you hovering over me. You hold me in your room until I denounce my feelings, but of course, that wasn’t enough. You don’t let me leave your room instead you hit me until I can’t walk and I’m forced to stay home for 3 days. I slit my wrist in the next few days. You see these cuts of my skin and take me to “ the crazy house.” I’m admitted for a week. In this week you told me to lie to the therapist so I can go home. I don’t know why but I did. I lied and lied and lied until they let me go home to you. At least I know now to never trust you with my secrets. I hold my feelings and in the time to come, I finally come to terms with myself being gay. I don’t tell you this revelation until years later

I’m 15 all you have to say is “OK.” over the course of a week you let slip that I’m a disappointment and you make repeated “jokes” that you wish you had a normal son. I can no longer cry so instead I bottled the hatred and resentment and sadness you caused me over the years. It is two months before my birthday and I run away. You find me via police help and I go home and I get a concussion. I force myself to believe it was an accident even though I know you pushed me on purpose. You don’t mean it when you hurt me, do you?

I am 16 now, today I’m crying on my bathroom floor wondering how to undo the damage. I text you “ I want to die and I’m telling you this as a teen who needs his mom not as a dramatic kid” you text back “ don’t be so dramatic.” You’re right I’ll stop from now on, but Mom please know this is my demise and these years of hurt are to blame. So thank you for the birth of a boy and the death of a man.”

—  im dead and you’re to blame
Pity Party (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader) *Epilogue*

Originally posted by clinatasha

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Requested?: BY A LOT OF YOU

Prompt: The aftermath of “Pity Party

Words: 1500+

Warnings: Fluff!

Masterlist // Part One

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*beeep*

“H-Hey, (Y/N)! It’s Alexander… Er, Hamilton, if you had forgotten. It’s been a couple of days since you left and I know I’ve said it before but I’m so sorry for forgetting your birthday. I know the guys and I have been calling you non-stop but it’s because we care about you! I’ve been working on my novel like I told you I would. It’s been a slow process but I’ve managed to finish the first ten chapters! Only twelve more to go and I’ll be done! …. (Y/N), my darling, we still love you so much. Please call me back soon and please come home! I’ll call you as soon as I can. Have a good day, my love. Bye.

*click*

~~~

*beeep*

"Mon Amour! It is I, your favorite Frenchman! The boys and I are very worried about you, especially Alexander. Poor thing, always worrying if you’re dead or found someone else. Well, you kinda did get married to the most clingy one out of all of us. He hasn’t been eating that much as of late because he’s always worrying about you and his novel. Herc has been working on a dress for you too, Mon Amour. It’s pale blue and white, your favorite colors! John has been painting a lot lately too, mainly portraits of you. I’ve been writing more songs. But they really aren’t as good as the ones you write… (Y/N), please come home. We miss you so much and we are all so sorry for forgetting your birthday. Work has been hell, as you could tell. Please call me when you can, okay? Je t’aime, mon angel. Adieu.

*click*

~~~

*beeep*

"Hey, baby girl! It’s Laurens. Hehe, how have you been, beautiful? It’s been a few days since I saw your pretty face. You’re not still mad about your birthday, right? I’ve already sent at least twenty voicemails apologizing. Alex sent about forty. You know how he gets. So, I had been painting more. Remember that art gallery who wanted a piece of mine to display? They loved this one portrait I did last Wednesday and accepted it! It was a portrait of you back when you used to be a ballerina in high school. I painted it by memory. … Um, you know we love you, right? We are really sorry for forgetting your birthday. I had a present planned out and I might be able to finish it soon! I’ll call you when I’m done, okay? I gotta go. I’m expecting a phone call from the gallery so they can display another piece. Love you, baby girl! Bye!”

*click*

~~~

*beeep*

“Hey, (Y/N). If you can’t tell from my voice, it’s Hercules. You’re probably at work right now and don’t want to hear from us but please call me when you can. We miss you, and Alex is falling apart because he’s worried about you. I’ve been working on a birthday present for you for the past few weeks and I finally finished it! It’s that blue and white dress you told me you would wear. I need to wrap it up for you when you get home. … You are coming home, right? Please come home, (Y/N). Call me when you get this! I have to go now. Love you!”

*click*

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You stared into your cup of coffee with such concentration. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, four days after your birthday. You’ve been staying at Eliza’s apartment (that was three floors up from your apartment) since you left the apartment you shared with your husband and three boyfriends (blame John for your drunken marriage to Alexander four years ago in Vegas). You stopped being mad the morning after you left and now you didn’t want to face them. You felt so stupid about being upset over something you couldn’t change. Alexander was a best-selling author, Lafayette was a really popular singer, John was a popular artist, Hercules was a fashion designer who worked with popular New York brands, and you were a full-time nurse who worked ten to fifteen hours a day, five days a week. Of course, you were going to be busy all week. The only days you got to see your boys were weekends and they were usually working while you slept. But at least you got to see them. You were stressed most of the time that you did forget a birthday or an anniversary a couple of times. You were being a hypocrite.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked up to see Eliza strolling over to you, a worried look on her soft features. She has been worried about you since you got here as a crying mess. You’ve been working more hours these past few days and you constantly ignored your lovers and spent most mornings in bed. You haven’t been that motivated lately. Eliza and her sisters had to force you to get out of bed for work lately. There was probably something wrong with you. 

“You haven’t been yourself lately,” Eliza said as she sat down next to you. “(Y/N), you need to talk to them.”

You shook your head. “They probably don’t want to talk to me.”

“Bullshit, (Y/N)!” Eliza cried, causing you to look at her with wide eyes. “Those boys have been calling you non-stop since you left! Those voicemails, they are pleading you to go back home and they’re apologizing over and over. Alexander is crying in most of them too! You must be deaf to not hear how much they love you and want to back home.”

The moment Eliza stopped talking, your phone began to ring and vibrate. It was Alexander. You stared at the phone as it rang, Alexander’s ringtone (which was a recording of him singing “You Are My Sunshine” by Johnny Cash) filling the air. Eliza picked up your phone and put it in your hand. 

“Answer it, dear,” Eliza said as she smiled at you. “You need to talk to him.”

You nodded and accepted the call, pulling the phone to your ear. “Hey, Alex.” 

You heard him gasp and let out a sound of surprise. “(Y/N)! My love, you answered!” 

You nodded, a smile subconsciously forming on your face. “Hey, can you come pick me up?”

“Why? Did something happen? Don’t you have work today?”

You shrugged. “I took today off. I’m ready to come home.”

Alexander chuckled. “Y-Yeah! I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

You nodded before hanging up. You went into the guest room you were staying in and collected your nurse scrubs, bag, and coat. You ran a hand through your messy hair and almost jumped out of your skin when the doorbell rang and feverish knocking came from the door. Eliza saw you holding your stuff and smiled at you.

“You can keep those.” She said, motioning to the tank top and sweatpants you wore. She walked over and opened the door, standing out of the way so Alexander could have a clear view of you. 

He was a mess. Alexander’s hair was more messy and unkempt than usual. His clothes were wrinkled and the dark circles under his eyes were turning black. His goatee was growing into a beard. His eyes were bloodshot. 

“You look like shit, Alex.” You said, breaking the silence. 

Alexander strolled over to you and pulled you into a bear hug. He held you as whimpers left his lips. You hugged back as you buried your face in his shoulder. You heard footsteps and looked up, seeing the rest of the Hamilsquad come rushing into the room and joining the group hug. You stood still and held onto the boys for what felt like forever. You didn’t want to let go. You missed their touches and scents so much. You regret leaving over something so stupid like a day of the year. There’ll be more birthdays to remember. There’ll be more important things to get angry about. This isn’t one of them. This shouldn’t have gotten to you. You felt so stupid. 

But, everything was okay now. You had your boys. You had them, and they had you. You could go home and open their late presents and eat ice cream until your sick. You can have a Disney marathon and play Mario Kart until your fingers were numb. You can fall asleep in the arms of the men you loved. That’s all you wanted. That’s all you need.

And that’s what you’re getting.

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Quiet as a Mouse - Part 1

Summary: Jensen meets the reader and she ends up being someone he doesn’t expect.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,586


“Is this really necessary?” Jensen whines to his sister as he unwillingly climbs into the passenger side of her Accord. He immediately sulks down into the seat and throws his Ray-Bans on.

“Yes!” Mackenzie answers sick of his shitty attitude. 

“You’re one of my favorite people but for the love of all things holy…shut up!”

Jensen mutters under his breath and starts fucking around with the radio station, he’s not liking anything he finds and it’s frustrating. He is just not a happy camper right now in general. The last thing he wants to do is go shopping with his little sister.

“I didn’t come home to go shopping for girly shit, ya know.”

“It’s mom’s birthday, dude! Stop being selfish.” She declares with a shake of her head. Jensen knows she’s right but lately he’s had a dark cloud over his head and it seems like it’s not going away anytime soon.

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dino makes you sick ↴
  • it was your birthday
  • so chan requested the day off
  • and he also requested mingyu’s help
  • to cook you a special birthday dinner
  • but he couldn’t because he was busy
  • so that left your birthday dinner up to chan
  • he made some of your favorite dishes
  • while you were out and had no idea chan was even at your place
  • hours later
  • you arrived and chan surprised you 
  • he had your whole place decorated
  • “aw, you did all this?”
  • you put your stuff down and chan makes his way over to you
  • “of course, it’s your birthday!”
  • chan and you sit at the candle lit dinner he prepared
  • “oh what did you make?”
  • you were starving and were ready to fill yourself up
  • “I made some korean dishes because I know you love korean food” 
  • you clap your hands as chan reveals the food
  • “you must have been hungry? how was work?”
  • chan looked at you worriedly
  • “it was stressful, but now I feel better because I have the best boyfriend ever!”
  • you smile to reassure him and he returned the gesture
  • you were half way done with your meal
  • when you started coughing heavily
  • “y/n? are you okay?”
  • chan went to your side of the table and gave you water
  • but you rejected the water
  • you knew exactly what was happening to you
  • you were having an allergic reaction 
  • and water wouldn’t help
  • “chan is there tomato in this?”
  • you managed to speak
  • “the main ingredient it tomato! oh my god!”
  • chan begins to panic and runs for his phone
  • to call for medical attention
  • after chan calls for help
  • he continued to repeat “im sorry!”
  • a million times
  • you weren’t upset at him
  • he didn’t even know because you never told him
  • once you were stabilized in a hospital room
  • the doctors told you it was nothing too bad
  • the reaction didn’t get bad at all
  • and you were free to go whenever you felt better
  • “y/n baby I’m so sorry! I didn’t know!”
  • “this is all my fault, this is the worst birthday ever”
  • you grab chan’s hand and it makes him stop talking
  • “chan, it’s okay”
  • you laugh at his cuteness
  • he was so cute when he was scared
  • “I’m fine! I know it was an accident! I love you so much for thinking about me and working hard to make my birthday the best”
  • he was low enough for you to kiss his cheek
  • he smiled and took a deep breath
  • “I love you too, now lets go home so you can rest up”
  • chan helped you check out and drove you both home
  • “and just for the record, it’s the best birthday not the worst”
  • chan looks over at you confused
  • “why is it the best?”
  • “because I spent it with you” 
  • AW

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‘she’s mine’

a/n: so I’m not 100% about this, especially the ending but I hope you guys like this. Trying to get better at updating. Much love.
also thinking about possibly starting a fanfic once I get all these imagines caught up…yes? no?

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I had just finished my hair and makeup and was checking it all over in the mirror when I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist.

“damn Ma, you sure we gotta go out tonight?” Sammy asked, his voice husky in my ear. I smiled and turned around to face him.

“yes Samuel. It’s my brother, and also your best friends, birthday.” I replied.

“can’t we just celebrate with him tomorrow baby?” Sammy whined, his lips on my neck now.

“Sammy, we can have sex tomorrow, tonight’s Nate’s birthday.” I replied, managing to control my little whimpers from him sucking on my neck.

“tomorrow!?” he asked, eyes wide.

“When we get home Sammy. But we really need to go.”

“but babe, you just look so good, I just don’t want every guy all over you.” He sighed.

“well that’s gonna be hard when I’m gonna be all over you.” I smiled, only to be returned with Sammy’s lips on mine briefly.

“I love you Ma, let’s go.”

Sammy always got worried when we went out that some guy would come in and sweep me off my feet and steal me from Sammy. Sammy doesn’t realize, even after 3 years in a relationship, that I didn’t want any other guy. I was just all about Sammy.

Yeah it was cute that he got all worried about losing me and it was also hot as hell when he got jealous. Sammy and I trusted each other, which is why when we would go out, we wouldn’t be attached on the hip the whole entire time. He’d let me go out and dance and go get drinks. But there were times he would come find me at the bar and some guy would be a little too close or be a little to friendly. He would get mad that they were flirting, and I just let Sammy do his thing, cause I really couldn’t say anything.

It took Sammy two years of relentless flirting for me to finally ask him one day ‘did you just flirt with me’ only to get him to reply with a small chuckle and ‘I have been for the past two years, but thanks for noticing’ for us to really start our relationship. And here we are 3 years later, happy as ever. I’ve also gotten better at this whole flirting thing, and telling when Sammy was being flirty, but everyone else I was just so clueless.

We pulled up to the club, getting out of the car and immediately being mobbed with paps. Pros of having such a well-known brother, and boyfriend. We smiled and posed for a few pictures before finally entering the club. Instantly hit with the smell of weed and alcohol, and the lovely smell of sex.

Sammy grabbed my hand and we made our way through the crowd to the vip section specifically for Nate, Swazz, Sammy, Johnson, G, Madison, Emily and I. Only arriving to find G, Madison and Johnson.

“what’s up guys.” Sammy smiled, releasing my hand as he went and bro hugged Johnson and G while I said hi to Madison, immediately getting into a conversation.

“oh my god, (y/n) you look hot as fuck tonight.” Madison smiled.

“me? Look at you? You literally look like a goddess.” I complimented back.

Madison and I were pretty close, and she came to me a lot whenever her and G had problems, or fans started causing problems. She was like my little sister.

“Yeah, but you’re definitely getting laid tonight.” Madison said, causing both of us to burst out into laughter. Sammy and I didn’t hide our sex life at all. At this point pretty much everyone knew when we had sex, when we were going to have sex, everything.

“but I mean, G can’t keep his eyes off you, so I won’t be the only one getting lucky tonight.” I winked, causing Madison to flush a little.

“anyway.” Madison giggled out, sipping her drink, “you need to catch up, and I need another drink.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“let’s go get you caught up then.”

Madison and I stood up, telling the boys we were going to get some drinks, and eventually come back, but only to get the guys out to dance.

We were at the bar and I just had 5 shots of tequila in a row, trying desperately to catch up to Madison, and at this point, my head feeling dizzy, I think I was there. I ordered a mixed drink, along with Madison and we headed back to the vip area to find Sammy and G gone, but Nate was there with Swazz and everyone.

“Happy Birthday lil bro.” I giggled, stumbling over to him and giving him a hug.

“god, you’ve always been a lightweight, but thanks.” Nate laughed, hugging me.

Madison and I stayed and talked a bit longer, catching up with everyone, but I was hoping Sammy would come back. When I got drunk, I got horny too. Well, Sammy always made me feel horny, but when I was drunk I was the ‘bend me over the table and fuck me until I can’t walk’ horny, not the normal ‘hey you’re hot and you’re good at sex and I like you a lot, let’s have sex’ horny if that makes sense.

“OHMIGOD” Madison screamed, over the thumping music, “this is my favorite song, can we go dance?”

“hell yeah, let’s go.” I cheered, waving to everyone and heading down by the dj, the man himself Dillon Rupp. Madison and I started dancing, pulling our best moves. We started facing each other, just having the best time swaying to the music, and then, it being one of Dillon’s mixes, it switched, which made me start grinding on Madison.

Of course though, we just couldn’t enjoy ourselves. And it’s not because our boyfriends weren’t there, it was because every time we went out, there were drunk guys who just didn’t get what the word ‘no’ meant.

“hey baby.” The tall lanky blonde breathed in my ear, wrapping his hands around my waist, since his friend had taken away Madison, who looked a little uncomfortable.

“I have a boyfriend.” I muttered, trying not to move, but the guys grip was just so strong, he basically was moving me.

“it’s just one dance baby.” He smiled a toothy grin at me.

“yeah b-“

“I don’t see him anywhere? It’s fine.”

I rolled my eyes, allowing him one dance. I knew Sammy would be pissed, but he knew I would never do anything. And I knew when he heard everything I said, and the guys actions, he wouldn’t be pissed at me, just at this asshole, and himself, for not being with me the whole night.

When the song finished, I pried out of his grip and grabbed Mads hand and started to walk away. Making it to vip section to find no one Madison and I just sat and ranted about those guys. Guys are always so sleazy, and I hated going out like this. And I just wanted Sammy, not seeing my boyfriend in like 2 hours since we’ve got here.

“hey, I’m gonna go get some drinks and I’ll be back.” I smiled and Madison nodded, pulling out her phone, no doubt texting G.

When I got to the bar it took a while before I could make it up to the counter to actually order. I asked for just a bottle of sour apple vodka, and then another thing of tequila. I was waiting for the drinks when I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist.

“hey baby.” Said the same voice from earlier, and I rolled my eyes, turning around to face him.

“please leave me alone.” I sighed.

“baby, why don’t you and I get outta here.” He slurred, leaning in and he started kissing my neck. I was appalled by his actions, and also the fact that no one around wanted to step in and help a girl. I pushed him back a bit.

“I told you, I have a boyfriend.” I said, more stern, any buzz I had, fading away as my anger and disgust started to sober me up.

“well I don-“ he started but was cut off when he was pushed out of the way, and I was wrapped up in someone else’s arms, their lips immediately meeting mine. I smiled as I felt their hand go down to my ass, giving it a little squeeze.

“she’s mine.” Sammy said, wrapping his hand around my waist and pulling me into him. “and I’d appreciate if you left my girl alone.” He finished.

We started to walk away, but Sammy was yanked back.

“hey” the same guy now yelled as Sammy faced him. The guy went and threw a punch, striking Sammy in the left eye, causing him to stumble back. Quick to compose himself, Sammy was up and threw a punch, hitting the lanky guy square in the eye, and then another punch, hitting him in the mouth.

Soon it was an all out fist fight in the middle of the club, people forming a circle, recording it as I tried to break it up. Terrible idea (y/n) really. Because I managed to pull Sammy back off the guy, and I turned to tell him to leave and he ended up punching me on the side of my face, causing me to be thrown to the floor. And unlike the guys, I’d never been in a fight, or punched by a guy, so it fucking hurt like a bitch.

I was surrounded by Johnson, G and Madison who helped me up and I saw Sammy, who was destroying the drunk. He was on the floor punching the guy over and over in the face while Nate, Derek and Swazz tried to pull him off.

Finally managing to get him off the guy, Nate helped the other guy up and helped him find the exit. Once the excitement died down, everyone went back to partying except us. Johnson was running his thumb over my cheek, checking it, and I kept flinching, cause like I said, it hurt like a bitch.

Sammy ran over and, as politely as he could, shoved everyone out of the way, and gently held my chin, turning my head to look at my swelling cheek.

“babygirl” he sighed “I’m so sorry, we gotta get you home and get this taken care of.”

“me? Sammy it’s just a little bruise, ice will fix it, we gotta get you all cleaned up.” I said, noticing the several cuts he had on his face.

“oh, does this mean we’re going home and you’re gonna be my doctor” he smirked, his hands finding my hips, as he got closer to my face.

“Sammy” I warned, as our friends were all around.

“you promised me sex when we got home.” Sammy whined, causing me to laugh as I gently met his lips, pulling back and smiling at him.

“yeah okay, let’s get you cleaned up first though lover boy.” I said, and with that we said our goodbyes and headed home, for what would hopefully be, a great night.

Birthday Surprise.

Warnings: Usual Joker stuff. Guns, robbery. You know…. Fluff

Originally posted by yesiamarebelliousflower

Originally posted by helloathazagoraphobie

Trying to find J, I walk through the hideout we call home. However as usual he was missing. How could he forget after I had dropped so many hints? Now I was pouting at anyone I passed along the way. J had left a few guards loitering around the hideout to keep an eye on me, but all of them averted their gaze when they saw me coming. “Is Frosty around?” I stop and ask the closest lackey. His eyes widened as he replied “No, urm, he, urm, he has gone out with the boss.” Panic all over his face. “Fantastic! Why is no one home? Today of all days.” I tut and sigh on the storm back to my room, slamming every door on the way.

Back in the main room I throw myself onto the couch and end up staring at the phone willing it to ring. Getting angrier and angrier ever minute that passed. That was it! I will not talk to him when he gets home. The silence treatment is what I’ll give him. See how he likes that. Getting up I start to pace the room, fingers clenching and unclenching as I paced. I knew he would walk in soon. That beautiful and perfect smile gracing his face that would usually turn me into a love-sick puppy but not now. No, this time I would stand firm and not give in, then when he sits down on the purple couch and seductively pats the space next to him, I’ll ignore him and turn my back. Even when I hear him say “come here baby girl” I will still stand firm. Knowing him he’ll probably stand up and make his way to stand behind running his hands up my arms, leaning in to trail kisses up my throat, I will stand firm. Even with the low growl in my ear I would not turn around. “Erm ma’am.” A voice breaks me out of my thoughts, turning around I see a guard cowering in the now open door “Frost has just called, the boss has been injured, he is asking for you.” He finally looked at my face and not my feet. “What?… No!” Panic replaces the anger. If Frost hadn’t killed the person who hurt J then I would.

Running out of the room, I head straight for the door and out to see a car waiting. I jumped in as it sped off to the unknown destination. The car zoomed through the traffic while panic and fear crept around my heart. What would happen if he was gone? The car finally began to slow. The car pulled off the main road and down a dark alleyway. The car stopped and I see the side door to the building open to revel Frost wearing a worried look. Getting quickly out of the car I headed into the building, Frost placed his hand on my back as he guides me through the building. “What happened?”  I asked trying to sound strong but there was a quiver in my voice. “Boss went into the back room, but didn’t see the man with a gun till it was too late.” Frost shook his head and lowered his gaze. “Where is he?” I looked round, the room was narrow with a lot of shelves and boxes, there was only a faint light coming from the corner. “Through there.” Frost pointed.  I headed the way he said but paused before I opened the door to glance back at Frost, making out his outline, I saw him nod in encouragement for me to carry on. “J, you in here?” I call out as I enter the room, feeling more scared than worried. I feel something brush behind me, an arm encircled round my waist. “And you thought I forgot. Bad girl.” A whisper ghosts over my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I sink into the warm chest as relief flooded me. Then I turn around and hit his chest “You made me believe you were hurt?” I snapped angrily. “Oh, that was the fun part,” he growled, which made all the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. J moved away and the light flickered on. As I blinked and got used to the light, I looked around and seen that I was in a jewellery store. A sign was hung above the nearest counter which read ‘Happy Birthday’ A chuckle escaped my lips and I look to J, his shirt partly open. As my eyes met his, a smile graced his face as he opened his arms. “Take your pick baby girl. One piece or even the full store.” He laughed as I ran to him and jumped into his awaiting arms. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I kissed him and pulled him close. “Thank you.” I lifted my head and grinned down at him. He put me down and lifted his index finger in a wait motion. J moved to another counter and looked at me “Close your eyes,” he grinned and I frowned, “Trust me.” He added. I closed my eyes, “hold out your hands,” J was close. I did as he asked and held out my hands. Something heavy was placed into my hands, opening my eyes I laughed at the large hammer that came with a large purple bow wrapped around the handle “oh J” I turn to look at him but he had moved back to the side where on the floor beside him were two women and one man, all tied up and gagged. All three had smiles painted red on their gags, and red and purple party hats. Each of them wore a sign that said, ‘happy birthday’ “Hey what did we practice?” J snapped pulling out his gun and pointing it at them. Then soon started humming happy birthday “J this is perfect.” I move to the closest counter, raise the hammer and bring it down on the case.

Once I was finally finished covering myself in my new jewellery, I was tired and wanted to head home. J walked towards me with hunger in his eyes “that was perfection,” he muttered just before his lips reached mine. Hard and urgent, his hands pulling at my hair. He finally let me go and lead me to the limo parked out back. Climbing in I spot a huge box. Sending J a quizzical look, I heard movement from the box. I kneel next to it and the lid is pushed out of my hand by a big, white, fluffy head, with soft floppy ears and the largest eyes moved to peer out. A squeal escaped my lips at the sight of the cutest puppy I had even seen. “He is so beautiful.” I say as I scoop him up and cuddle him. “I suppose” J sighed, yet couldn’t resist reaching over to scratch behind the puppy’s ear. “what are you going to call him?” J asked lounging back into the seat.

“What about Bats? Then you can give him orders.” I laugh at the look J gave. Putting Bats back in the box, I move to straddle J, his hands instantly moving up and down my back, grabbing my hips he pulls me closer. “Thank you so much for tonight,” I whisper as he trails kisses down my throat. “Oh y/n it is far from over. Now I’m going to have you all to myself. I’ll get Frost to take care of Bats.”

Back home I managed to spot a large cake on the table as J carried me through the hideout to our room and dropped me on the bed then walked out, to walk back in a few moments later with that said cake. “A birthday girl needs a birthday cake. I’m sure we can find a way to eat this in bed.” J laughed as he walked over leaving me grinning like the cat that got the cream.  

Stay: Chanyeol X Reader

(A/N: I really hope this is okay! I took a long time working on it and I haven’t written actual scenarios like this like ever. I hope you like it!)

Quotes: 

“Just because you have a dick doesn’t mean you should be one.”

“Why don’t you stay the night?”

WORD COUNT: 1,525


STAY


Awkward.

This whole situation is awkward.

Why is it always me he calls when he’s drunk?

I took a deep breath and entered the club. This place was definitely not my kind of scene. I looked around until I saw him. He was leaning against a wall, laughing at something one of his ‘groupies’ had said. “I already regret coming here” I muttered, making my way towards the man. “Chanyeol,” my voice squeaked. I hate this place. I want to go home. “Chanyeol, it’s Y/N. Let’s go.” I pushed through the crowd surrounding him and grabbed his wrist. “Woah, woah!” He grinned, his breath reeking of alcohol. “Y/N is that you?” I began making my way to the entrance. “Yeah, it’s me. You called earlier? Said I should ‘come party with you.’” Chanyeol laughed and intertwined his hand with mine, stumbling as we came closer to the door. “Yeah! I ‘member. So why are we leaving? Let’s stay!” We made it to the door before he stopped me, looking down with a pouty face. “Y/N come oooonnnnn. Let’s stay!” “I don’t think so Chan,” I sighed, trying to ignore the fact that he was still holding my hand. “I don’t want you out here in this kind of place. I came to take you home.” “What!? Nooooooo. Y/N don’t be a buzzkill. Come on! Y/NNNNNN!” Chanyeol bitched about not wanting to leave the club, but he followed me back to my car. “Chan, come on. Please? Can I take you home?” I met his eyes, knowing he would probably put up a fight, but he surprised me. Chanyeol’s eyes softened and he let out an exasperated sigh. “Fiiiiinnneeee.” I smiled and gave his hand a squeeze before letting go and stepping inside the car.

By the time we got to his place, he was already falling asleep. He could barely keep his eyes open. “Chan.” I whispered, lightly shaking his shoulder. “We’re at your place.”

“Ah, really?” His eyes fluttered, attempting to stay open. He flashed me a sleepy grin, my heart about lept out of my chest. “Yeah. Come on now, I’ll help you get ready for bed.” I muttered, hoping to god that he couldn’t see the blush on my face.

Why the hell do I find him so cute?

He’s drunk off his ass!

Get over it Y/N…

I helped Chanyeol into his house and got him into his bedroom so he could change. I sat in his living room, waiting for the “okay, you can go home now.”

This is literally like having a toddler.

Or a boyfriend…

Shit what am I thinking.

Y/N! SNAP OUT OF IT!!!

I slapped my cheeks and that seemed to help a little. I heard the door creak open and saw him. He had on a large white t-shirt and the comic print pajama pants I had gotten him for his birthday a few years ago. “Y/N, my eyes are up here.” Chanyeol smirked. “Oh don’t you wish.” I retorted, trying to hide the smile creeping onto my face. “Oh come ON, Y/N!” Chanyeol laughed, making his way over to me on the couch. He plopped onto the couch, leaning in closer to me. “You and I both know you’ve had a thing for me for basically forever.” I felt my face flush and my heart drop to my stomach. “Excuse me?” I choked out, distancing myself from the tall man. “Y/NNNN,” he cooed, scooting closer to me yet again. “Baekhyun let it slip weeks ago! I knowwwww.” His words were slurring together and an unfamiliar smile made its way to his lips. “We can hook up if you want to.” I jumped off the couch and just stared at him. It was all I could do.

What the actual fuck

I had been head over heels for this damn boy for over a year. And now he’s laughing it off? Acting like hooking up with him would be doing me a favor? “Wow,” I breathed, trying to control my anger. I looked directly at him, watching his smug face. “Just because you have a dick, doesn’t mean you have to be one Park Chanyeol.” I felt slight satisfaction when his face dropped. He seemed to have sobered up at that. “Wait Y/N, what do you me-” His voice sounded disappointed.

Serves you right you prick.

“Chanyeol I don’t want to hear you talk right now.” I said, voice thick with anger. “Hook up with you? Are you fucking kidding me?” He looked down, suddenly ashamed of himself. “You find out I like you, and you think that saying ‘oh hey wanna hook up?’ means I’m suddenly gonna hop on your dick? Think again, you prick.” I sneered, my eyes beginning to water. “Is this why you stopped hanging out with me? Why you only call me when you’re drunk?” Tears began spilling onto my cheeks. “Just because you don’t like me back doesn’t mean we can’t be friends! But you don’t even want that do you? You find out I like you and the first thing you think is ‘oh I bet I can get into her pants!’ Why did I even fucking like you in the first place?” After those words left my mouth I was full out sobbing. Chanyeol looked shocked, his eyes wide open. I stood in front of him, unable to say anything.

I was shaking.

I took a deep breath and held it. Chanyeol still hadn’t said anything. I let out a whoosh of air and stuttered, “I-I’m going h-home.” I started walking towards the door, but Chanyeol was suddenly behind me, hugging me from the back. “Y/N… I’m sorry.” He trembled, burying his face into my shoulder. I felt his hot tears on my back and strained to keep from crying. “Y/N, please. Please stay.” His voice wobbly. I pulled myself out of his arms and turned to him, refraining from showing emotion. “Why would I stay Chan? You obviously just want to hook up.” “No I don’t!” He wiped away at his face. “Y/N, no I don’t.” He took a shaky breath. “Baekhyun and Jongdae told me I should confess to you, but romantically. Not just through words, through like h-hooking up. But I-I can’t think straight when I’m with you and I get r-really nervous, so I thought I could do it if I was drunk. I don’t want to just h-hook up with you.” He struggled to continue, and held tightly to my hand. “What did you want then Chanyeol? It’s been weeks since we’ve hung out with you actually being sober.” My voice came out a lot harsher than I intended, and he squeezed my hand.

My defenses are falling.

Why is he crying this hard?

I don’t understand.

“Y/N, I’m in love with you.” Chanyeol choked out, trying not to cry. I felt like someone had just socked me in the stomach.

He loves me?

Chanyeol?

Is this some kind of joke?

He does?

“I have been for a really long time now, but every time I’ve thought about confessing I overthink it and chicken out. I want to be your b-b-boyfriend and I’m not very good at expressing that and so I didn’t know what to do with myself and so I accidentally distanced myself from you because I was worried I’d make a fool of myself. Which I just did. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He started crying again and it took all of my remaining strength to not hug him right then and there. “I know I probably just ruined it and if you want to go you can go. I just-” He took a deep breath, “I just really love you and I don’t deserve a chance with you, but I really want you to stay with me tonight. Not sexually. Just stay. I just want to hold you and wake up with you in my arms tomorrow morning.” He let go of my hand and wiped at his eyes again. “But I won’t make you stay. You can go, if that’s what you want.”

Fuck.

I’ve got to be mentally exhausted.

“Ask me again.” I felt the words leave my mouth without my permission.

“Y/N, why don’t you stay the night?

And then I did it.

I walked straight into Chanyeol’s arms, him practically collapsing into me. He clung to me as if I had just spared his life.

I really hope I don’t regret this…

“I’ll stay. But this doesn’t mean that everything’s okay. We’ve got a lot to talk about Chan.” I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. He pulled me back onto the couch and held me close, his face buried in my neck.

“Okay,” He whispered. “Okay. I’ll make it up to you Y/N. I’m sorry. We can talk talk.” Chanyeol pulled out of the hug and looked me in the eyes. As if he was reading my mind, he reassured me. “I really do love you. Really Y/N.” I hugged him again, closing my eyes and allowing myself to be surrounded by his warmth.

“I love you too.”

The Blue Stick Part 10

Pairing: Steve x reader  

Warning: Swearing. Pregnancy.

(Remember to always have protected sex people!!)    

A/N: It’s been great writing this story, and I’m sad to see it come to an end. Now to move on to the next one.

(Y/N) your name
(Y/H/C) your hair color  
(Y/F/F) your favorite flowers

**Russian Terms:
Nemnogo lyubvi (Little Love)
Rebenok (The baby)
devushka (Girl)

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Steve’s standing in the kitchen talking softly, grinning at the blonde, curly haired, girl in his arms. She is wearing her typical pink dress talking back to him, though he doesn’t understand what she is saying he agrees with her, nodding along, smiling at her, asks her to tell him more. She grins in delight and continues her story waving her hands around her head tilting from one side to the other. 

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Why Are You Crying?

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Hi, I made myself cry while writing this and I haven’t been to bed because I stayed up to finish this. I think I might sleep now.

It starts the very first time they meet, Hajime finding a little boy sitting all alone and crying quietly to himself.

“Why are you crying?” Hajime asks him, watching as his eyes flew open wide in surprise, like he didn’t expect anyone to find him here.

The boy rubs a chubby hand over his eyes, “…no-no one wants to play with me.”

Hajime looks him over curiously, watching big crocodile tears roll down rosy cheeks, snot leaking heavily from the boys nose.

“You can come play with me then if you want.” He offers after brief debate, “Only if you want to catch bugs though.”

The kid’s head jerks up immediately, nodding eagerly when Hajime’s words register and standings follow after him while trying to wipe the mess off his face.

“I’m Hajime by the way.” Hajime introduces, handing over his bug carrier for the boy to hold.

The kid smiles big and he can see that one of his front teeth are missing.

“I’m Tooru.” Tooru tells him happily.


The next time it happens is when they are riding bikes together. They are little older and much better friends, enough that Tooru screams when Hajime goes tumbling down a hill with his bike.

His arm feels weird when his head finally stops spinning and when Tooru gets to him, he takes one look and shouts, “Don’t move!”

Quickly he runs back up the hill and comes back with the store owner they buy popsicles from all the time. She calls his mom and when his mom gets there, Hajime gets taken to the hospital. Tooru goes with them and cries when they get told Hajime’s arm is broken.

“Why are you crying?” Hajime asks, “You’re not the one who broke his arm.”

“Because you’re hurt and it’s my fault because I was the one who wanted to ride bikes.” He sobs messily into his fists.

“That’s a stupid reason.” Hajime tells him, reaching out his good hand for Tooru to hold.

When his arm gets better, he makes Tooru ride bikes with him again so he knows everything is good.


In middle school it happens when Oikawa smacks a serve straight into the back of his head and it ends up giving him a concussion.

He wakes up in the nurse’s office, but he’s not the only one there. Oikawa’s looking down hard at his lap, as if to will himself not to cry.

A single tear rolls down his cheek and Hajime asks, “Why are you crying?”

“Because my serve is awful and you got hurt because of it.”

“Well that’s a shitty reason.”

Oikawa balks, standing up from his chair and glaring down at him with misty eyes, tears running down both cheeks when he blinks too many times.

Hajime snorts, ignoring the theatrics, “Compared to the headache I got from hitting that thick head of yours? This is nothing. I wouldn’t even call this getting hurt.”

“But your head—!”

“-will be fine. Just like your serve is fine. Stop worrying about things you can’t control, dumbass.”

Oikawa sniffles, “That’s mean Iwa-chan…”

He lets Oikawa hold his hand then too.


In high school it’s when they lose against Ushijima again, after beating Kageyama’s team.

They gym is supposed to be empty because coach told them to go home. He didn’t make them stay so they could review over the match with their usual lecture, just let them pack up their stuff so they’d get a good night’s rest and be fresh for tomorrow’s practice.

The gym isn’t empty though and Hajime knew it wouldn’t be. Even from outside he can hear the familiar skid of rubber soles and the sound of perfectly aimed shots slamming against the floor.

He steps in and Oikawa is right where he expects him to be, volleyball in hand, in setting position, facing directly across the court with tears streaking down both cheeks.

Hajime walks up to him, gently taking his shaking wrist to keep him from serving again.

“Why are you crying?” He asks him softly.

It takes several minutes before Oikawa’s willing to answer.

“…because I’m supposed to be the best and I failed you.”

Hajime doesn’t miss the way he says you and not the team.

He tugs his wrist, still being overly gentle when he makes  the ball fall out of his hand so he can bring an arm up to pull his best friend into a hug.

“You did your best and that’s all I could ever ask for.” He murmurs against his temple sincerely.

“My best wasn’t enough though,” he spits out spitefully, “nothing I do is ever enough—“

Hajime grips his face with both hands, cutting him off short  when he stares him directly in the eye.

“You are enough.” He tells him, “you are enough, have always been enough, and will always be enough for me.”

Oikawa’s face twists; he ends up shoving it into Hajime’s neck with a sob.

They stay like that for a while.


Before college, it happens at the train station. Tooru’s sniffles are there before they even make it through the turnstiles.

“Why are you crying?” Hajime murmurs to his boyfriend as he helps direct them safety through the traffic of people, arriving on time at the platform Tooru’s train will station at.

Tooru won’t look up at him, bubbling pitifully to the ground, “I-I’m going to miss you, Iwa-chan…”

Hajime tussles his hair, “I’m visiting in two weeks you baby.”

“That’s too long…” Tooru whispers, fist clenching in his shirt like it actually pains him and Hajime feels something stir in his chest.

He can’t kiss Tooru like he want here, too many people and too many prying eyes, but he still pulls the big oaf to him for a watery hug.

“Two years and we can live together.” Hajime promises. “We will figure it out until then.”

While watching Tooru’s crying face pull away slowly on the train, that promise becomes a goal he well intends to keep.


In their 20s, Tooru’s shitfaced and Hajime’s trying to wrestle a beer out of his hand.

“Who even gave you this much to drink?” He growls, even more agitated when Tooru blinks up at him stupidly, like he’s just noticing him there for the first time.

The drunk immediately bursts into tears upon recognizing Hajime’s face.

Hajime finds himself floundering and trying to support seventy two kilos with one arm.

“Why are you crying, dumbass?!” He shouts, expertly sliding Tooru’s beer to a random table and catching the idiot in both arms as he slumps over more.

Tooru’s mashes his face against his shoulder, cheek sliding against him until his head flops into his neck. He sits up long enough to look at Hajime with big, watery eyes.

“Because Iwa-chan is so…perfect, he’s so wonderful and reaaaaally handsome. Like a, like a sex god or somethin…I don’t know, I just really love him okay? I’m so lucky…he’s just the bestest everything ever.” Tooru throws both arms up, happiness obvious.

He gasps suddenly when he blinks at Hajime again, looking at him with wide eyes, “Don’t tell him I said that though! He’ll hit me if I say his butt looks delicious in skinny jeans!”

Hajime can feel a blush burning the tips of his ears.

“You’re so stupid.” He deadpans for his drunk boyfriend.

He reaches in his pocket for his phone, flicking the camera app open, “…now can you say that all again?”


Hajime brings home a ball of fluff on Tooru’s 32nd birthday. There’s a nice pretty blue bow tied to its collar and Hajime got him all groomed up after picking him up for the shelter, double checking several times to make sure this was the little guy Tooru had been going to see once a week.

He’s late to the birthday party, but that’s fine. Immediately when he walks in, Tooru spies the dog in his arms and immediately starts crying.

Hajime laughs and hands over the pup to the grabby hands reaching for him, “Why are you crying? This is supposed to be a happy day!”

“I’m so happy…!” Tooru blubbers into soft fur, hugging their new dog right against his face.

Hajime’s background for almost a year is Tooru crying while Maru tries to lick away his tears.


At 46, Hajime finds a growth underneath his arm and when the doctor checks it out, he tells him it could possibly be cancerous.

Tooru cries constantly; especially the day they are sitting by Hajime’s phone, waiting for the doctor to call him with the test results.

He pulls that snotty mess across his lap, petting across his graying hair gently. He knows it’s been a rough few weeks if Tooru hasn’t kept up with dying his hair.

“Why are you crying?” He asks; he already has the answer, but he can’t help but feel there is a little more to this.

Tooru cries harder when he does, “I can’t—nothing can, not you…can’t happen to you,” he chokes on his tears, burying his face into Hajime’s thigh so the rest comes out partially muffled, “can’t lose you Hajime, I can’t, I can’t I can’t—”

“Shh baby, I know.” He hunches over, shrouding Tooru with his body, leaning his head against his, “Whatever happens, we’ll be fine. Don’t start thinking the worst just yet. I still have a fighting chance.”

The phone rings, Hajime reaches for it immediately. Tooru’s fingers tighten at the hem of his shirt.

He puts in on speaker just so both of them can hear when the doctor says:

“It’s benign.”

Tooru doesn’t let him go for the rest of the night, but at least the crying stops.


“Now what could you possibly be crying about this time, old man?”

They are in a hospital room; Hajime laid up in bed with a nifty breathing tube up his nose. It’s been years since he was able to breathe this clearly, but it’s also a little annoying because the inside of his nose itches and he can’t do anything to scratch. He also really hates the constant beeping of the heart monitor blaring right above his head.

What he hates most of all though is those slow, fat tears rolling down his Tooru’s old and wrinkly face.

“Don’t call me old man, I’m younger than you.” Tooru tells him knowingly, carding boney finger through his hair—or what’s left of it anyway.

“You’ve held that against me our whole lives.” Hajime accuses and thin lips curl for his effort.

Tooru sniffs, “And I’ll keeping doing so well into the afterlife too.”

Hajime huffs, “That’s something to look forward to.”

Aside for the beeping monitor, the room grows silent.

“Seventy six years huh…” Tooru breaks the quiet with after a good few minutes of nothing but silent hand holding.

Hajime feels exhausted, but he still manages a smile, “The best seventy six years of my life.”

He’d take seventy six more in a heartbeat.

A few more tears roll down Tooru’s cheeks, Hajime wishes he had the strength to wipe them away.

“I’ll wait for you.” He tells him squeezing that hand with his seeping strength. “Wherever I end up, I’ll be waiting just for you like always. But don’t try rush after me, ya hear? I’ll kick your ass if you do.”

“Always my big brute huh, Iwa-chan?” Tooru teases.

Hajime laughs, breath wheezing into his chest, “Haven’t heard that one in years.”

“It still suits you.” They laugh together this time.

Another comfortable round of silence fills the room. Tooru raises his hand once to kiss his fingers. He tells Hajime that the green hospital gown really isn’t his color and they both start laughing again.

Hajime blinks once, then again. His eyes feel heavy. He looks to Tooru again, “Will you keep smiling for me? Your smile has always been my favorite.

Instead of saying yes, Tooru just smiles, a few tears dripping of his chin.

“I love you.” Tooru tells him, leaning his old, shaky body over to give his forehead a kiss.

Hajime smiles, eyes crinkling in the corners “I love you too.”

A few of his own tears slip down the corners of his eyes. Tooru thumbs them away gently.

“Why are you crying?” Tooru asks him, but he never gets to hear the answer.

It’s a few minutes later when the beeping finally stops.

eaturveggiesbby  asked:

howdy! good luck on starting your blog! i wish the best for you!!! if its okay with you, can i get a imagine with bakugou and kirishima w/ a chubby s/o, coming home to find them dancing to really loud music in nothing but a oversized shirt and underwear? would they join them or silently watch in the background ?

Hey there! Thanks so much~! Thank you for sending this in! Hope you like it, and hope to get more requests from you!! Lovelove: Mod Benni

Bakugou: ( Gold Rays - Vinyl PinUps )
He knew from the walls muffling the upbeat tune, that some kind of dance party was going on once he got home from getting some groceries need for breakfast. He rolled his eyes, he left just over half an hour ago to you sleeping soundly, and now you were audition for So You Think You Can Dance? in his dorm’s kitchen?
Bakugou was surprised though, as he kicked off his shoes, you weren’t singing… so you definitely weren’t in the shower. He shook his head and laughed to himself, he still had that video saved for an embarrassing birthday post. 
He held the bag with both his hands, careful not to make any crinkles of plastic so he could stealthily see what you were up to. Peeping around the corner, he saw you, same red and black underwear, but different shirt? That was his pajama shirt! 
He shook his head, he would never admit he was enjoying this.
You were dancing around, not minding technique or rhythm, kicking here and there. Your hair was up in a bun, tremendously messy, your socks didn’t match in the slightest, and the spatula in your hand, he guessed was your make-shift microphone. 
The blonde decided to move closer, just as quiet, but found it hard when one of your kicks reached too far and your foot slammed into the cupboards below. 
“AH!” You shouted, hopping on your good foot to hold your stubbed toes. 
“Hey idiot.” 
“AH!” You mimicked again, turning around to your man, sheepishly smiling.
“It’s a no for me.” 
“W-what? I’m a better dance than you, no-dance-pants!” 
“I meant about the sausage; it’s expired, genius.” He smirked, placing the groceries on the counter. “And nice shirt, where’d ya get it?”
You rolled your eyes at his shit-eating grin. 
“Actually, I won it at this dance competition.” You smirked back as he came around the counter towards you. “Judge Kacchan seemed to love me.”
“Fuckin’ right.” Was all he said before kissing you.


Kirishima: ( Feel it still - Portugal the Man )
Study sessions were never easy for you. Kirishima was supposed to come over and compare notes, yet he was a bit later than he had meant to be. You figured you shouldn’t work that hard yet while alone, and your phone seemed to agree with you by shuffle-playing one of your favourite songs at the moment. Jumping up, you decided dancing on the bed would be too catastrophic for your notes, so you jumped and started dancing on the ground. It was a fun ride, until your pants attached to your bed post and ripped as you landed. You groaned before taking the damn things off, leaving you in your red and white undies. Your hair fell out of it’s bun and you couldn’t be bothered by the ripped pants. Not when your jam is on!
“I’m here!!!” Kirishima burst through the door, holding a pizza and 2 smoothies. 
“Eiji!!” You cheered, reaching out for him. “Dance with me!” 
With no hesitation, the red-head put the pizza on the bed, smoothies on the bed side table.
“Do I have to take off my pants too?!” He giggled, shimmying over to you.
“No-haha!” You laughed, him dancing just as ridiculous as you. 
The two of you danced and danced, him twirling and dipping you here and there, dipping sometimes. Finally you both fell on the bed, giggling like idiots.
“So, I thought we were studying? Where’d your pants go, _____?” He raised his eyebrow, throwing an arm over you.
“The bed ripped them when I jumped off to start my dance solo.” You said with a straight face.
“Eh? The bed ripped your pants off?”
“Yes. No word of a lie!”
“Damn you, bed!” He yelled, punched the soft mattress on the other side of you. “She’s my girlfriend, got that?!” He yelled, pulling you on top of him. “Don’t worry, I’m here to protect you now.”
The rest of the night was filled with more laughs than it was flash cards. 

Life lessons, chapter 7 (the end!)

Fluffy fluffy fluff. I can’t write smut, I admire anyone who can. You’ll just have to use your imaginations. ;) Or feel free to write the smut yourselves!

I’m not happy with this :( (I never am). The fact I could write a complete miserable fic two days ago in an afternoon but I’ve agonised over this for ages says a lot about the state of my life… So, sorry it’s rubbish. I’m going to stick to writing angst after this I think. Sorry.

Life Lessons masterlist

Imagine finding this, drunk, on your doorstep <3

So that was it of course, you got your happy ending and sailed off into the sun on a sea of sex and happiness. The end.

Or, not.

Sebastian stayed for dinner, and you didn’t even try to pretend that fish fingers and beans was a culinary masterpiece, but that was what Isabel wanted. He sat and read the paper downstairs while you put Isabel to bed and it all felt enticingly, terrifyingly, domestic.

When you came back down, you poured two glasses of wine and sat down together on the sofa.  You both started talking at once, then both stopped, laughing.  You sipped your wine, feeling self-conscious now you were alone and not separated by a text message.

Sebastian leaned closer and kissed you, gently, on the lips.

“So there’s a problem, I think.” Oh god. He was married. Had kids? Two months to live? Was gay? Or just didn’t like you? You gulped down another mouthful of wine then coughed as it went down the wrong way.

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anonymous asked:

Let's get some more Warriors of Hope! Masaru Daimon and his older sibling spending his birthday together?

You ask and you shall receive!

Request: Masaru Daimon and older sibling on his birthday

- You knew he liked P.E.

- So you got him a new pair of football boots

- “Wow! For me? Thank you so much!”

- He wasn’t much for hugs so you just pat his head 

- “Wanna go to the park?”

- “Yeah!” 

- He reaches for your hand and smiles up at you

- You’re so cute Masaru :3

- When you got to the park you noticed some of his friends were there

- He quickly ran over to them and started bragging to them what his “favourite big sis/bro” got him

- “Wow! That’s so cool Daimon - kun! I wish my big bro got me shoes like that!”

- “Your big sis/bro is way better than mine Daimon - kun!”

- You just sat on the bench and watched him play with his friends

- After about an hour he came running to you

- “Oh? Are you done playing with your friends?”

- “Yeah they have to go home now…”

- “That’s okay, how about we go for some birthday ice cream?”

- “Really? Can I have sprinkles too?!”

- You tap your chin and change your facial expression as if you’re deep in thought

- “Hm…. Okay fine, but only because today is your special day okay?”

- “Yayyyy!”

- After your fun day out you notice that he’s getting sleepy

- We’re never going to get home like that

- “Hey Masaru - kun, want a piggy back ride home?”

- “Mm..” He rubs his eyes and nods lazily

- Needless to say by the time you got home he was already asleep

mine (jimin) pt.1

halloween series

warnings: werewolf!bts, maybe some language along the way

in which you find your mate~ but things aren’t always as easy as they sound. 

includes lots of possessive jimin and werewolf bts  

as you all know by now i suck at titles lmao but yeah

=“mine” (jimin)

18th birthday. Such a joy, right? You’d finally find your mate, and you’d live happy ever after, without any worries. Not so much when that person turning eighteen was you. You were the black sheep of your pack, and no one would really want to be your mate anyways. The mating progress was a dream, a fairytale to you and you only hoped that when you’d find your mate, they’d be nice to you. There was also this small voice hoping that your mate wasn’t one of the wolves from your pack. Not that there was anything wrong with your pack, they just weren’t… The nicest pack around.

“You’ll love having a mate. I swear, they’re the best.” your one and only friend Emmy tried to comfort you, but it only made you feel a little sadder, because you somehow knew your mate wouldn’t be very accepted. Emmy and you were the two weird one’s out in the pack, yet Emmy had this kind of feeling… She gave off a very relaxing feeling. It made everyone at ease, including you. Emmy was lucky enough to have a mate from a different pack- you’d met him once, his name was Seokjin. A sweet, sweet guy. He was a little older than Emmy, who just turned nineteen, but you knew he cared for her like she was his world~ and Emmy was right. That was something you wanted to have too.

“Jin invited you over to come to dinner with us, again. You know you’ll have to come one day, right?” Emmy asked you, and you nodded, trying to change the topic immediately. Jin was from one of the strongest packs around, and you weren’t going to lie, the idea of being at dinner with the two of them and possibly some of his pack members too, it scared you a little. Seokjin was the alpha’s best friend, among five other guys from which one was the beta. You’d heard stories about the alpha~ he was only twenty, but already feared by many. He became the alpha at such a young age since his parents disappeared, you could only imagine what that’d do to you as a young kid. You felt for the guy, really. But the thought of him still had your legs shaking.

“Earth to Y/N?” Emmy waved her hand in front of your face, and you were taken aback a little. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was just thinking…” you trailed off, trying to pay attention to whatever Emmy was talking about now. “So is that a yes?” she questioned, and you raised an eyebrow at her, “yes?” you didn’t know what she was talking about, but Emmy let out a grin, “finally! So dinner is on saturday. Yes, saturday as in tomorrow. Wear something nice. It won’t be just the three of us. Jin invited his other friends too, including the alpha, so if you’re lucky you’ll get to meet the talk of the town…” Emmy started to talk about the alpha and your thoughts drifted off. What if your mate was in a different pack than your own? Would your parents let you go that easily? They didn’t really like you that much, so maybe they would.. If you were lucky, just like Emmy, you’d get to leave.

“But Emmy, I don’t want to go to that dinner, I’m sorry, but-“ you tried getting out of it but it was too late. Emmy shot you that, “if you finish your sentence, ill kill you” look. You decided to shut up and prepare yourself for the worst. You’d have to dress nicely, Emmy said, because you were maybe going to meet the goddamn alpha. “Emmy, don’t you think my rank is a little too low to be meeting the alpha like that? And I’m not even of his pack…” you unconsciously started tapping the table with your fingers, something you always did when you were nervous. “Well, I am part of his pack now and Jin told me he wanted to come himself to take some time off. You act like the guy’s a freaking vampire, Y/N. He’s really sweet, actually. But he’s also just really tough.” Emmy tried to reassure you and you were going to trust her on this one. “Alright. But I’ll leave the second I don’t like it anymore, okay?” you at least deserved that, right? “Like you’ll have the balls to do that. You’re too shy for that, Y/N, we both know that.” Emmy giggled and you rolled your eyes at her, “anyways, I have to go now. It’s getting late. Besides, I promised my parents I’d be home before twelve. It’s literally almost twelve.” you suddenly realized the time and you were already on your feet to grab your backpack.

Emmy frowned at you as she followed behind you, “you have to get home? Are you sure you can’t stay over? I mean, it’s indeed almost midnight, and you know the creepy wolves come out by midnight. It’s your birthday, I’m sure you can…-“ this time, you cut Emmy off by waving your hand in front of her face, “no, no. It’s alright. I can handle myself. I’m eighteen now, remember? Thanks for making this birthday a little more bearable.” you thanked Emmy with a smile and she nodded at you, “alright then. Well, get home safe. Remember to avoid any creepy looking things.” You opened the front door and stepped out into the chilly wind, “bye Emmy, see you tomorrow then, I guess.” you blew her a kiss and you turned around, walking a little fast. You heard Emmy faintly yell goodbye back at you, but you were too busy focusing on the sounds you heard to really notice.

Since Emmy was now part of Jin’s pack, she also lived in their territory. You being part of another pack, you were basically not allowed to cross unless you had permission. In this case, you did, but if you did walk into someone from their pack, how would they know Emmy allowed you to stay? You tried to be optimistic, but these were always thoughts that’d cross your mind at midnight. The heels of your boots made clicking sounds on the street, and you stopped in your tracks when you heard two voices coming closer to you. “It does smell a little weird here, we should check it out.” the person sounded like they were half asleep, but you still knew it’d be handier for you to just go through the woods.

You went straight off the pad, and you let out a relieved breath, happy that Emmy literally lived on the edge of her pack’s territory, so it shouldn’t be long before you were surely safe again. You pulled your hoodie over your head, covering up your hair and forehead. It was a little bit colder in the woods, and a lot wetter too. Sure, it just had to rain the day before. Your wolf huffed at you, she told you it wasn’t smart that you came through the woods. You wanted to agree with her, mainly because A. it was a little dark to be really certain of where you were going and B. you could definitely hear leaves crunching behind you. Maybe it was just your imagination, or maybe it was just an animal, hell, it could’ve just been the wind but you were pretty sure that you weren’t alone in here.

You brought up your pace and started humming one of your favorite songs in your head, trying to calm yourself. You were doing a great job at it, and soon you forgot you ever worried as you were happily dancing to yourself. You knew you were close to your pack’s territory, you could feel it. Sadly, luck wasn’t always at your side, and that showed when you heard a low growl coming from behind you. You stopped, your heart suddenly beating a lot faster and it took all of you to keep yourself from finishing the sentence you were singing. You hated not finishing something, and your insides were tingling.

“Yah, eh, you out there… Would you kindly not kill me?” you muttered, looking around you, the flashlight of your phone not being much of a help. You knew that whatever was here with you, it wasn’t human neither was it in it’s human form. Your wolf was ready to burst out if there was something here, and try to protect you. You weren’t the strongest wolf out there, but hopefully you were strong enough to save your ass and train more. You heard another growl, this time way too close and you felt the hairs on your neck standing straight as you finally found the culprit behind the sounds.

On the ground, not too far away from you, was a bright red coloured wolf. You weren’t sure if it was a rogue, or if it was a pack member. You let out a breathy laugh as you held your hands in front of you, taking a small step back. “N-no worries, I won’t hurt you. I’m- I was just about to go, actually, I didn’t… I didn’t mean to trespass. I have permission.” you mixed up your words and you just knew you were dead. You took another step back, and ended up against something that felt like a tree. The wolf suddenly seemed to coward away, and with a low snarl, it turned around to run.

“Thank you, dear lord-“ you started off, thinking you were safe until you realized that the tree behind you, definitely wasn’t a tree- something very human. Something very alive. You froze against the person, knowing they were the reason the other wolf scurried off. “What shall be your reason for trespassing? Who gave you permission to come onto our territory?” the person spoke up, obviously a boy now. You turned around, looking straight into a pair of eyes. “Eh, yah, my friend gave me permission, she- she lives right around the corner.” you tried to smile but you were sure that you looked terrified. Another voice confirmed that for you. “Taehyung, leave her alone. She looks like she’s about to crap her pants.” a voice that sounded like pure heaven spoke from behind the boy that you thought were a tree, and you squinted your eyes, trying to find the body that fit this angelic sound.

“Jimin-ah, we had problems with rogues before. Even though the other wolf was just a pack member, the girl might as well be lying. We don’t know.” the tree-person, now known to be Taehyung spoke with an annoyed voice when the angelic voice spoke again, “Taehyung! Don’t disrespect me like that, I’m your hyung. Go back to the pack house, I’ll deal with her.” his voice sent shivers down your spine, and you bit your lip, trying to calm yourself. “Alright, hyung. Only this once.” Taehyung huffed before looking back at you, “why are you so special? You should’ve been dead by now.” and his words confused you till the end, but before you could ask why, he was long gone.

The person with the angelic voice stepped forward, and you tried your best not to let your jaw drop, because even with the slightest bit of light, you knew this person was a drop dead, gorgeous creature. Your eyes fell into his, and his look seemed to soften and you felt your wolf squeal, ‘mate’. Your eyes widened, and you were 100% sure the guy, Jimin, was whispered the exact same thing by his wolf because within a second, he was right next to you. “You, what’s your name?” he lowly spoke, his hand on your wrist, keeping you from running away. “Uhm, excuse me sir, but would you kindly let go of my wrist? That’s none of your business.” you tried to make your voice sound strong as you ripped your hand away from him, making him raise his eyebrows at you. “Really? You want to speak informal to me?” Jimin seemed amused, and you shot him a glare, “I’m pretty sure ‘sir’ is formal. In english vocabulary it is. Why should I speak formal to you, anyways?” you curiously questioned him, but you reminded yourself to leave as soon as you had your answers.

You had to force yourself from looking anywhere but his perfect face as he took another step closer to you, only making you step backwards again. “Well, you aren’t in your own territory. I might as well kill you just now. Actually, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” he playfully replied, and you knew he wanted you to say that you were his mate. Males seemed to enjoy to hear that their mate is theirs, but you weren’t going to give this guy the satisfactory. You didn’t know why, you knew you wanted a mate more than anything, but something seemed not right about this person. “There is none. You’re totally right. Why haven’t you killed me yet? I’m still waiting.” you bit your lip as you saw his eyes darken, all playfulness gone. “Why haven’t I…-“ “too late. Goodbye, Jimin.” you cut him off, your heart beating loudly as you ran, ran over the border back into your own pack’s territory. You were lucky that you were so close to it, you knew Jimin wouldn’t follow you now.

As soon as you knew you were safe, you rested against a tree, a real tree this time. Taking time to catch your breath, you thought back about what just happened. This Jimin person, no, your mate, you’d just left him behind. This might’ve just been the worst decision of your life, but something told you that this wasn’t going to be the last time you’d see him. “Jimin… Where have I heard that name before?” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head. You stood up straight, continuing to walk back to your house as if nothing even happened. Truth was, your life changed a lot in those small moments just now. You knew it too, you just weren’t willing to accept it just yet.

// end of pt.1 //

not really sure how to feel about this, but well, i said there was gonna be a special halloween series… so here it is. please tell me if you like it. i might not continue if no ones excited aha but well, just wanted to give it a try. 

anonymous asked:

Um....how 'bout a INTJ, INFP, INFJ, INTP and ENFP squad?

Hmmm… Lots of Ns. This one’s quite a journey so buckle down and grab some popcorn!

It’s INTP’s birthday and ENFP is hosting it at her and INFJs house. They’ve invited all of INTPs friends. INFP is bringing their mom’s homemade cheesecake while ENFP has been slaving in the kitchen making INTP’s favorite meal: shrimp stir-fry.

INFJ: ENFP can I come in the kitchen yet??
ENFP: No because I want you to be wowed when I bring it out and you see how amazing it looks.
INFJ: Well aren’t we confident today. So when is everyone getting here?
ENFP: Around 7:00.
INFJ: Just make sure to be considerate of what INTP wants tonight, okay? I know you’re excited but it’s their special day.
ENFP: Yeah I know. I just can’t believe she’s never had a proper birthday party before. It makes me teary-eyed just thinking about it.
INFJ: Well I’m worried that I wasn’t involved enough in the planning of this, it may be a disaster.
ENFP: What do you mean??
INFJ: Its nothing.
*doorbell rings*
ENFP: OMG THEY’RE HERE *skips to the door*
ENFP: INTJ!!!
INTJ: Hey ENFP, I found a cat in your yard.
ENFP: A cat??? That’s awesome. I’m a little busy right now to be worrying about a cat though so I think we should probably keep it outside in case it pees on stuff.
INTJ: It’s a female. It won’t mark territory. Let me bring it inside. I’m going to keep it.
ENFP: *disregards INTJs abruptness* …Okay… Just watch it please.
INTJ: K. Is INTP here yet?
ENFP: No I made it so everyone else would be here first. INFP texted me saying they’ll be here any minute.
INTJ: That may not have been the best idea.
ENFP: What?
INTJ: We’ll just have to see.
ENFP: You and INFJ are both so annoying with your secrets and your mumbling. I’m onto you.
INTJ: Mhm sure. *goes back outside and brings in a cute but underfed calico cat*
INFJ: Is that a *squeals*
INTJ: INFJ?
INFJ: *steals cat* *cat immediately starts purring*
INTJ: What the hell is wrong with this cat? They’re supposed to like a more aloof approach, certainly not squealing. Stop hijacking everything I love.
INFJ: I can’t help it. I think I emit some kind of pheromone that just attracts cats. It’s always like this.
INTJ: *sits down on the couch sulking*
*doorbell rings again*
ENFP: There’s INFP!
*INFP lets themselves in*
INFP: Hey everybody. I brought the cake.
ENFP: I’m so pumped to see the look on INTPs face once I set everything up. I wish it could’ve been a surprise party but INFJ wouldn’t let me.
INFJ: *being cuddled/strangled by the cat*
Look, INTP isn’t much for surprises. She doesn’t like being overwhelmed. I’m worried about how she’ll react being the center of attention tonight.
ENFP: You’re always worried. It’ll be great. INTP loves stir fry and has said on more than one occasion that she wanted to try some of INFPs moms famous cheesecake. She cares about everyone in this room. I have a surprise after we eat. It’s going to be amazing. I’ve thought it all through so zip it with the negativity.
INFJ: *sighs* Okay. I’m sorry. I just feel like I understand INTP a little better, that’s all.
ENFP: *trying to calm down* All I’m saying is she’s my friend too. Anyway, help me set the table.
INTJ: INFJ should help you and give me the cat to watch.
INFJ: *rolls eyes and hands cat over* *the cat is asleep and doesn’t wake when put on INTJs lap*
INFP: It’ll be good, ENFP. As long as we don’t put too much pressure on her everything will be fine.
ENFP: INFP I love you so much thank you!! *hugs*
*a few minutes pass and the doorbell rings*
INFJ: I’ll get it. *walks up and opens the door for INTP.
INTP: Hey INFJ.
ENFP: *comes barreling in from the kitchen*
Happy birthday INTP!!!!!!!
*Everyone enters the room*
INTJ: Happy birthday buddy. *pats her on the back.* Can I go home now?
ENFP: No you cannot go home.
INTJ: It was a joke… for the most part.
INFP: INTP are you okay?
*INTP is sweaty and her eyes are red*
INTP: This is really weird. I feel groggy. I think it may be an allergic reaction.
ENFP: OH MY GOSH ARE YOU SERIOUS!?? What are you allergic to?
INTP: Cats. Maybe there’s one outside.
ENFP: *slowly turns to INTJ*
INTJ: Oh. Yeah. Um… I’ll put the cat in your room, INFJ.
INFJ: Whatever.
ENFP: INTP I’m so sorry. *hugs*
INTP: ENFP please get off me I’m feeling dizzy.
INFP: Really, all from that cat?
INTP: I suppose.
*they eat dinner and INTP seems a little flustered but becomes more at ease over time.*
INFJ: The cake was amazing, INFP.
INFP: It was worth getting back in touch with my mom just for the cake, huh?
ENFP: Absolutely. I have one more thing before tonight is over. Everybody come outside for a minute.
INTJ: *already guesses what’s about to happen*
ENFP: So I don’t know if you guys knew this or not, but tonight’s a lunar eclipse.
INFJ: Wow, really? I had no idea.
ENFP: Here INTP, you can sit in the lawn chair.
*the lunar eclipse occurs. It’s fascinating to watch. INTP seems especially enthralled.*
INTP: This is great. Really great. *looks over at all of her friends watching the sky. ENFP notices and smiles at INTP.*
INTP: ENFP, thank you so much for this. You did a fine job.
ENFP: *blushes* I’m glad you enjoyed it.
INFJ: *Grabs ENFP’s shoulder* I’m sorry I doubted you. I assumed you would go full on self-centered attention seeker, but this turned out nice. I wasn’t sure when the whole cat thing happened, but it was good.
ENFP: Well it’s INTPs birthday. That’s why it was special. I just made sure all of her friends were here and that we showed our love for her from a distance, like all of you were hinting at.
INTJ: *glances at ENFP*
ENFP: Thaaaats right. I’m not stupid. I know INTP was getting overwhelmed when she first got here. I live with INFJ, I know what an introvert is like. I just hope you both learned to have a little faith. :)

2

This week will be better. This is how it started and I promise myself this feeling will stay. I won’t complain when someone rubs in my face that they have more money than me. I won’t try to rush through this time of my life waiting for the future to bring me whatever I think I need. I will scrapbook my boyfriend’s birthday present, sleep in his car and get up for sunrise for our weekend date, love him love him love him, shower him with kisses and give him everything I can without having any money. Cause today on the car ride home when we were fighting over when he was going to finish college he reminded me that his sweet heart wasn’t built to last as long as mine. And I was holding his hand and wanting him to be alive forever, but when your boyfriend has heart failure you simply cannot focus on the future. He’s here with me now, he’s here with me now.