♈ aries:is your beach body ready? is your beach head ready? is your beach spirit ready? is your beach astral projecting ready? if not, dont even bother. just get your aura spray-tanned like everyone else.
♉ taurus: summer nights too hot for blankets, but if the sheets dont cover your toes who knows what will reach out for them. cover yourself in the dark. sleep without pants, it’s a better compromise.
♊ gemini: the days grow longer and longer, and so do you. you must stop. you should have known what you were asking for when you wished for summer to never end.
♋ cancer:white linens spread out over soft green lawns, cool breezes over your back. tranquil, quiet. only the cricket knows the pounding of your heart and the anxiety ticking in your brain. panic, for there is only so much time to relax.
♌ leo: pluck dandelions from the ground, blow their seeds in exchange for the offer of a wish. do their bidding for them and do not expect to be paid, except in endless childlike naivete.
♍ virgo: if you cannot go to the beach, cry your eyes out. make your own beach as you sob between the saltwater and the sea strand. sometimes pain is productive. ask yourself if this is what you really wanted.
♎ libra: grades are in, a ghost of the past semester to everyone but you, who has made sure they remain to haunt, your smug victory over the cheerleaders and blondes and popular girls. if you obsess enough over intellect, maybe one day you can be as shallow as them.
♏ scorpio: go on your summer road trip, but dont take highways, just meander through local roads, people’s neighborhoods, the backyards of people’s lives. remind yourself of others existence as you struggle to hide your own.
♐ sagittarius:dew drops puddle in the leaves. taste but do not consume. actually don’t taste it. your aesthetic is not worth dying for, unless it is, and then you should totally go for it. do it for the vine, which is also dead.
♑ capricorn: roadside markets and roadkill have one thing in common: they are both dead. they are empty and waiting for you to find something to put in them, like meaning, or a misplaced sense of nostalgia. it’s alright, paint your own feelings and masturbatory emotional issues over the ghosts that live there.
♒ aquarius: drive into the sunset. crash into the picturesque painted horizon wall, explode in its firey wonder. once again they will blame the impulsive nature of teenagers, and not the desperate rat that wants to escape the cage of summer.
♓ pisces: have fun in the sun, barbeque on the beach with friends. don’t think about how the sun is slowly cooking you alive as you frolic under the grill of it’s heat. or if you do, opt for smearing barbeque sauce on your skin instead of sunscreen. the sun prefers ketchup, but there’s still defiance in submission.
I know my last imagine was a Tom Holland one too. But today is my baby’s birthday, so I had to do a birthday imagine. I just had to.
If you haven’t wished Tom a Happy Birthday, then please do! This boy honestly deserves the world.
This was inspired by a request that was submitted to me. I accidentally deleted the request (I’m so sorry to whoever requested for it). I, however, changed the people in the request. You’ll have to read it to understand.
I’m also sorry that this is complete shit. Sorry for my potty mouth.
Requests are open (just bear with me)
I hope you enjoy!
You were exhausted to say the least. In your head you were practicing a lot of things. For example, your lecture to Harrison about butting into people’s lives and making you jump onto a plane to head to LA, where he and Tom were spending the latter’s 21st birthday.
In your head was also how the situation was going to play out. You’d imagine the two just walking in, all happy and probably a tad tipsy from drinking considering he’s legal in the US. Then he’s see you sitting on one of the beds. Then anger would boil his blood. And he’d probably go berserk and attack you. Then the two of him would have to spend the night of his birthday hiding your body.
You shook your head. Tom isn’t a violent guy. That would never happen. In truth, you didn’t know what you were thinking when you let the most wonderful guy walk away. But now, here you are. Sitting alone in his empty hotel room, waiting for him to come back so you can ask him to be yours again.
Harrison knew how hurt you both were. He was there through Tom’s late night cries and his daily nostalgic routine. When he called you the first night of your break up to yell at you for breaking Tom’s heart, to his surprise, you were bawling your eyes out too. You were both completely broken.
And he was determined to fix that.
Haz was on the phone all morning with Tom’s family members. He wanted to make today memorable for Tom, but they were fresh out of ideas. That is until Paddy suggested to call you. And that’s exactly what Harrison did.
You were reluctant to go. You would be skipping out on work and spontaneously flying to the States all because it was your ex’s birthday. Not to mention, what if groveling for forgiveness doesn’t pan out? Had you jeopardized your job for nothing?
Suddenly the doorknob had wiggled. Your breath hitched in your throat and you felt your heart drop. This could go in two ways: you crying your eyes out because Tom rejected you or you dead in an instant. You shook your head again. Tom wouldn’t kill you.
“And I have one more birthday present for you, mate.” Harrison announced as Tom glumly responded with okay. “Look, man, you gotta pull yourself together. Maybe she can help.”
“You make it sound like a hooker’s in here-” Tom lightly chuckled as he entered the room behind Haz. “(Y/)- (Y/N)?” His voice cracked, tears shining in his eyes. Tom took your appearance in. You looked tired and-well- sad. Your eyes were puffy and red and full of sadness. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m not a hooker, but happy birthday, Tommy.” You whispered, tears unexpectedly falling from your face. “I love you.”
You thought he’d walk out or scream at you. But he did no such thing. Tom stood there staring at you in awe for a few seconds before rushing over to you and crushing you in a hug.
“Is this real life?” He muttered, you felt his tears falling from his eyes.
“Yes, babe it is. I love you so much. I’m so dumb for letting you go.” You cried.
Harrison smiled in the corner of the room watching the scene unfold. Tom and you just held each other in silence as you cried.
“I love you, too.” Tom whispered back as you both pulled away from each other. He looked over to your mutual friend. “That’s the Best Gift, man.”
OMG I’m sorry it sucks. I have not gotten used to writing on Tumblr. I’m so used to writing for assignment. I don’t know how to write well anymore! I’m crying! UGH
✧ Pairing: jimin x reader (ft. Jonghyun from Shinee)
✧ Genre: one-shot, neighbor!au, can’t go alone to my ex’s wedding!au, fluff, angst
✧ Length: 15.2k rip me
✧ Warnings: strong language
✧ Summary: It was hard for you to live in the present when all you could do was look back in the past where you were happy with the man that had fallen out of love for you after a significant amount of time together. It seemed almost impossible for you to open your heart again, but somehow, he came into your life. He taught you how to live in today, not yesterday.
A/N: THIS TOOK ME 3 WEEKS TO WRITE, SO I DIDN’T CHECK FOR ANY ERRORS. D:< This is missing a part that I decided wasn’t very important for the one-shot and also bc I was just done and wasted enough time on this but if you all want to read it anyways, just request it and I probably will do it~
By the way, YFN = your full name :)
Request; Um hi, can you please do a imagine where the reader gets stood up on a date and ends up crying to Spencer and to make things better the next day Spencer takes her out on a date going to her favorite places around the city like the art museum, a bookstore, a botanical garden, and finishes off with a dinner at the reader favorite restaurant and tells the reader how much she means to him.
Warnings; Spencer being a cutie
I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE whoever requested this imagine. I love the idea of all this so much!
5 minutes turned into 15, and then 30, and finally after waiting an hour, you were done. You hastily threw your napkin onto the clean, unused dishes on the table and stood up from your seat. Your blood was boiling and all you wanted to do was punch the douche you were supposed to go on this date with.
You had gotten yourself prepared for this special occasion. Your body was hairless, moisturized, and glowing in your mid-thigh red dress. Your hair was done without a single hair out of place and your makeup reflected an ethereal goddess. You fit in perfectly in the elegant, upscale restaurant; but the only thing that was missing is your date.
Your head was down as you weaved your way around the tables of other couples and families. Your eyes were glassy and pooling with tears and you so desperately wanted to go home to avoid any further humiliation. This was a train wreck just waiting to happen and you should’ve listened to your best friend, Spencer.
This wasn’t the first date you went on with the same douche. After you explained the whole date to Spencer and how the guy showed up almost 30 minutes late, he advised you not to go out with him again.
Yet here you are, crying your eyes out with your head resting on the steering wheel of your car. This was not how you imagined your night would go, so you decided to go to the one place where you know you would feel better. Spencer’s apartment.
So you drove to the address you knew by heart and hoped Spencer would be home from the BAU. He was always doing something work-related and it was times like these when you wished he had a different job, but you knew that was the only job that fit him and his impossibly high IQ.
It was half past 9 and way too dark for you to actually see where you were going but the tall building where Spencer may or may not be, finally came into view. You parked your car across the street from the entrance and carefully stepped out, careful not to trip over your high strappy black heels.
As you stumbled across the street, your eyes were blurring with tears and rivers of mascara were falling down your cheeks like rivers. You felt bad for the bystanders in the area who could see you. You looked like a ghoul straight out of a horror movie.
You pushed open the doors that enter into the lobby and hurried over to the elevators, trying your best to avoid eye contact with anyone else in the room. You almost reached them, but a hand had stopped you from going any further. You looked up to see who it was, it wasn’t Spencer.
It was the security guard whom you were now on a first name basis with.
“Paul, can I please go up to see Spencer?” You plead at the tall and burly man.
“Y/N? Is that you?” Paul lets go of your arm and takes a step back to get a clearer look at you.
“Damn girl, I didn’t recognize you under all that scary makeup. I thought you were a demon for a second.”
“I know, I know, it’s bad,” you sniff as you rub at your eyes and cheeks.
“I’m sorry, kid,” he frowns and puts a heavy hand on your shoulder. “Spencer got here about an hour ago. Go talk to him, I’m sure he’s still up.”
“Thank you, Paul,” you solemnly grin as he presses the button on one of the elevators for you. The doors opened with a loud “ding” and you waited until they opened so you could rush inside and let your tears fall. You wasted no time in pressing the floor number and before the doors closed, you waved a goodbye to Paul and he nodded his head at you. You let out a heavy sigh as you let yourself fall back onto the cold metal walls, tears began falling down your face once again. Your love life was hard, it was hard to find a guy who shared mutual feelings with you and when you finally did, he’s a jerk.
The large number at the top of the doors froze and indicated that you arrived at the floor where Spencer’s apartment is. The second the doors opened, you ran out and jogged through the hallway until you reached his front door.
You brought your fist up to the door and knocked a couple times before waiting patiently. In all honesty, you felt bad coming to him at this time. He’s probably exhausted and stressed out enough as it is. You felt guilt wash over you and as you began to walk away from his door, the clicking of locks and a door swinging open made you turn around.
“Y/N? Oh my god,” he says as he takes in your image.
“Spence,” your voice breaks. You run into his open arms and throw your arms around his neck. His long arms encircle around your waist and he uses one to reach up to smooth the hair on the back of your head.
“Shh,” he coos as you cry into the crook of his neck. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”
You nod into his neck and he picks you up in his arms, your head resting against his t-shirt clad chest that for some reason smelt like coffee. That was when you felt your sadness begin to fade away. Just being in his presence made you feel better.
The warmth of his apartment and his body caused the goosebumps on your freezing exposed skin to disappear. It felt almost heavenly the way he strode through the room and lightly set you on his nicely made bed. He picked up one of the many knit blankets he had in his house and laid it across your body.
“I should have listened to you,” you admit to him. “I never should have gone on this stupid date.”
“Hey, it wasn’t your fault,” he frowns and puts your feet on his lap as he sits at the foot of the bed. “Tell me what he did.”
“Well for one, he didn’t show up, at all,” you angrily complain. Spencer nodded his head as you continued to ramble on about the guy, your love life, and how difficult it was to get a guy. He listened to everything, not interrupting once. You finished your rant with an exasperated sigh.
“I don’t think you should waste your tears on guys like that,” he comments. “You deserve the world, Y/N, and if a man doesn’t give you everything he’s got, then he isn’t worth it.” You didn’t reply, only giving him a lazy smile.
The loss of sleep had caught up to you and you felt yourself slowly beginning to doze off. You felt warm hands wrap around your ankle and you looked over to see Spencer untying the straps of your heels. He undid the ties to both shoes before dropping them onto the floor. The air and release of pressure from the shoes felt euphoric against your swollen feet. You muttered a quiet thank you to Spencer and he chuckled.
“Good night, Y/N,” he says and you feel him stand from the bed. The warmth of his body was gone and all you felt was the lingering heat where he was sitting.
“Spencer, wait,” you call. “Can you stay?” Even though he had already turned off the lights, you could clearly see the blush that crept onto his face.
“I mean, if that’s okay with you,” he stammers.
“I wouldn’t want to be intruding into your personal space or anything.”
“Please,” you ask one last time and he sighs.
He tip-toes to the other side of the bed before joining you underneath the covers and lying rigidly at your side. You could sense he was nervous and careful not to overstep his boundaries but you didn’t care. You scoot your body closer to his and wrap an arm around his torso and hug him close to you. He took a sharp inhale of breath as your skin made contact with his, a small smile soon appearing on his face. You feel his arm slide under your body and hold you closer to him.
“You know, Spence,” you yawn before continuing. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You say I deserve the world, but I think you’re the one who really deserves it.”
“I already got it,” he whispers and curls a strand of your hair in his fingers. You couldn’t really process what he said seeing as you were dozing off. Your eyes were fluttering and heavy with sleep, your body felt limp against his, and your feet were pulsating from being in the air restricting heels. You were beyond exhausted and being in Spencer’s arms was really the cherry on top.
But before you slipped into your unconscious, you heard Spencer say one last thing, though you couldn’t make out what it was, so you fell asleep.
The next morning you awoke to an empty bed. You felt around for Spencer, but he wasn’t there. You began to think to yourself, maybe it was all a dream, but you swear you could remember how his embrace felt and the look of tranquility on his face. You remember how his sharp features looked so soft in the dark and how badly you just wanted to reach up and touch him.
Ever since you ran into him at the same coffee shop for a year straight, the two of you finally decided to become friends. You went from acquaintances to friends, to best friends, and now you’re almost inseparable. You can’t deny that at one point you started developing feelings but for some reason, you always felt like the two of you would never happen. So you hid those feelings way and hoped they would go away, but every time you saw him, they resurfaced.
His room was dimly lit, the white curtains hanging on each side of the bed were drawn shut. You had thought Spencer would already be the BAU by now, but the sweet smell of pancakes and syrup suddenly filled your nostrils. The heavenly aroma of the food woke you up immediately. You ripped the sheets off your body and stood up from the bed to go investigate but on your way out the room, something wicked catches your eye.
In the reflection of the full-length mirror, you almost look unfamiliar. Your hair was matted and out of place, your makeup was horrifying and smeared, and to make matters worse - you were still wearing the uncomfortable tight red dress. You felt like a wreck and all you wanted to do was shower and the door to Spencer’s bathroom was wide open.
You decided you would take a quick shower and you knew Spencer would be okay with it. This wasn’t the first time you spent the night at his house and you felt right at home doing whatever you desired. Spencer’s apartment was literally a home away from home. The warm and steamy water felt euphoric slapping against your back. You ran your fingers through your long/short hair and sighed contently as the water hit your face.
Once you finished your shower, you went into Spencer’s room to get a change of clothes from your designated drawer. After spending so many nights here, whether accidentally or planned, Spencer suggested you have a designated drawer for yourself whenever that was the case. Thank heavens for that idea.
After changing, you slipped on your fuzzy socks and padded into the kitchen where Spencer was cooking up something delicious.
His back was facing you as he flipped some pancakes while flipping the bacon in the other pan.
“You need help, Chef Reid?” You ask. He whips around and looks at you, cracking you a smile.
“I’m fine,” he retorts. “Go sit down, you’re not lifting a finger, not on my watch.”
“Demanding,” you tease with a laugh but still follow his orders.
You pulled out one of the chairs on the island and waited patiently in your seat until Spencer put an empty plate in front of you and a fresh cup of orange juice.
“After you finish eating, I’m taking you home so you can get dressed,” Spencer announces as he joins you on the island with a plate of pancakes and bacon. You reach over and grab a pancake and a few pieces of bacon and pile them onto your plate.
“How come?” You question curiously, taking a bite from your bacon.
“It’s a surprise,” he admits with a smile.
“Hmm, fine,” you roll your eyes. “How should I dress?”
“Not casual but make sure you’re comfortable.”
“Gotcha,” you wink.
Spencer took you to your apartment like promised.
“You’re not coming inside?” You ask.
“No, I’m going to go back home but I will pick you up half past two,” he responds.
“Okay,” you nod with a smile.
As soon as Spencer drives off, you rush into your house and head straight towards your closet.
“Not casual,” you hum to yourself as you observe your selection of clothes.
To your luck, Spencer picked the best day to go out. It was a warm summer day but there was still a refreshing breeze in the air that refrained you from overheating. You began putting outfits together in your mind that would fit whatever Spencer had planned. Knowing him, you know you would not be doing anything wild or that requires a lot of physical effort.
When you finally put the right look together, you stepped in front of your full-length mirror and looked at yourself for the thousandth time in five minutes. You kept asking yourself if this was a date, deep down knowing you wanted it to be.
“He’s just your best friend trying to make you feel better,” you try to convince yourself - but you had a gut feeling that told you otherwise. There was something more than just hanging out with your friend, you can just feel it.
The doorbell ringing throughout your apartment caused to snap out of your daydream. You looked at yourself one more time in the mirror, hoping that you looked presentable.
“Coming!” You yell as you rush over to the door.
When you pulled the door open, you were left flabbergasted as you stared at the man in front of you.
Spencer stood there, his hair more in place than usual, a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, some slacks, and his usual converse. In between his hands, he held a bouquet of red and white roses.
“You look amazing,” you both said at the same time causing the two of you to erupt in laughter.
“These are for you,” he says sheepishly, extending the flowers towards you.
“Thank you,” you smile brightly, taking the flowers. “I’m going to go put them in a vase and I’ll be right back.”
As you walked into your kitchen to find a vase, you suddenly realized that this was, in fact, a date. You felt butterflies flutter in your stomach, seeing Spencer in a whole new light. Of course, you have always wondered what it would be like to be in a relationship with this incredible man, but you always pushed it away. Now that it seems he shares your feelings, you can’t help but let your deepest desires surface again. The man of your dreams is standing at your doorstep, waiting for you to join him for a night of adventures.
I’m so sorry that this is late asf to whoever requested it, I’m literally at the bottom of my request list from the last time I was active which was mooooonths ago !!! once again, sorry for any mistakes !!!
Summary: Can you ever escape the danger of a loved one?
Pairings: Reader x Dean x Sam (platonic), reader x OMC
Warnings: language, abusive relationship, ANGST
Word Count: 1030 (with lyrics)
A/N: This is my first angst write for Angst Appreciation Day, please be gentle. I combined two Angst Day Challenges one is @mamaredd123 Shred Some Heart Challenge, my song choice was Church Bells by Carrie Underwood. The other challenge for Angst Day is for @impalaimagining for which I chose a prompt, which will be in bold and my song, Better Man by Little Big Town. This isn’t beta’d, all mistakes are mine. I love feedback, give me all you got.
Aesthetic done by the lovely @jayankles (thanks, twin)
You’d been through hell and back, but you felt safe now. All you’d have to do is survive.
When your marriage started, it was perfect. The wedding day was filled with smiles and laughter, it couldn’t have been more perfect. There was the occasional envious stare from a distant relative or an old friend, but who could blame them, you’re husband was perfect.
Finn and you have been together since you two met in Japan, he didn’t become your best friend straight off the bat. No, you two hated each other. You were the first girl to be in the Bullet Club. Things turned out that Finn had feelings for you, he didn’t hate you at all. He just didn’t know how to act around you. You learned everything about him. To his quirks, to the things he hated to the things he liked.
One thing though you never thought was Finn breaking your heart.
You were suspicious to why he was always on his phone more often, you should of known from the signs he was giving you. He was always out with someone, coming back smelling like he walked out of a perfume shop.
Always brushing you off about how he was stressing over the little things.He wouldn’t kiss you on the lips anymore or even look at you anymore.
When his phone rang one night while he was in the bathroom, you had to take a look. What was giving him all the attention instead of his girlfriend. You were anxious to find out who he was texting and talking on the phone with.
The hairs on your arm rose seeing the women’s name “ Rose” on his screen. She had called him.
Finn had promised you that he would never hurt you in anyway. You believed him that when he said it was only Karl and Gallows texting him.
You closed your eyes feeling your heart racing and sweat prickling down your forehead.
He walked out of the bathroom, a towel around his shoulders, he stared at you as you sat on the bed sitting on your knees. Your head turned to look at him and he sees the hurt look on your face. It takes him everything to prepare for what’s about to happen.
“ Why?” you asked, your voice soft and barley a whisper.
Finn sat on the edge of the bed, he didn’t know what to say to you.He sighed, closing his eyes. He does care about you but he doesn’t feel the same way he did with you as he first saw you.
“ I don’t love ya anymore Y/N. But I care about you” He tried to put his hand on your knee but you were having it. It disgusted you to feel his touch on you. His hands were all over her.
“ Bull” you scoffed. “ Look Y/N, I did love ya but not anymore. Rose and I are-”
“ In love? Ha! I’ve spend years with you and you throw this in my face?”
“ I’m sorry” he says, you snorted chuckling.
“ Sorry? That doesn’t fix anything, you hurt me and you promised me that you never would”
“ I don’t know what to say to you”
“ I don’t need this. Fine, you don’t love me anymore. I won’t be here to stick around when your precious Rose breaks your heart”
Finn watched as you started to pack a bag, he looked down in his lap before looking back at you.
” I don’t wanna lose ya as friend” He mumbles.
“ Too bad Balor, I thought you were my happiness and we had a future together”
“ I’m sorry”
“ Go cry me a river Finn” rolling your eyes, you stormed out of there with your bags leaving him behind to start fresh, hopefully.
“I was wondering if you could do an
image of clint since there’s not many of them to one kg your prompts nothing
the song by the script”
Notes: I just want to say that I’ve been wanting to write
this imagine for a long time but I just couldn’t get myself to do it since this
song is one of my favourite songs but it is also a reminder of a really hard
time I went through some time ago. It was so hard to write it but I hope you
like the result.
He left you, you didn’t know why, but he did. You didn’t want to keep
going anymore. Your life was over without him. He had always been there,
through everything: college, internship, your sister illness, her death. Everything.
And suddenly you had to find out how life was without him. You didn’t know how
so there you were, sitting a stool bar, with a glass between your hands like
you had been doing for the past week every single night. It was the only way to
go through this pain. Alcohol somehow helped.
“There you are”, you turned around to find Natasha and Tony walking in
the bar. Damn. You knew they would find you.
“Again?” Natasha sighed crossing her arms.
“Leave me alone”, you mumbled turning to look at the glass.
“You know this won’t make you forget him right?” Natasha asked.
You bite your lip but didn’t reply. That’s how it started. You really
thought drinking would take your memories of him away but it was just the
opposite. With every glass you poured down your throat, the memories were more
and more vivid, making you take your phone out and look for his number but you
were never brave enough to call.
“Maybe it will” you said.
“It won’t” Tony said taking the glass from your hands. “Listen to me,
you’re better off without him alright? This is for the best”, he told you.
“Why? How? How could this be for the best when I’m so broken right now?”
You snapped looking at Tony. “I… I don’t know how life is like without Clint, don’t
you see it? I need him. He knows it…” you frowned at your own words and looked
at Natasha. “He doesn’t know”
“What?” Nat asked confused.
“I have to talk to him. If he sees how much I’m hurting he will take me
back for sure”, you said getting up from the stool. “I’m going to talk to him.
I’ll call him”
“(Y/N) you’re crazy”, Natasha said shaking her head.
“No, she’s drunk. Don’t do it”, Tony told you but you had already make
up your mind so you pushed pass them and went out to the street.
The moment you were out you took out your phone and dialled the number
you had memorised years ago. It only took a few seconds for him to pick it up.
“Hello?” Clint’s voice rang through your eyes, bringing tears to your
eyes. “(Y/N), is it you?”
“Yes” you whispered. You heard his sigh on the other side of the line
and suddenly you found yourself talking, not being able to stop yourself. “Why
did you do it Clint? I know you love me, and I love you, why don’t you take me
back? Please, I miss you, I don’t know how to be without you. It’s too hard. I
can’t do it. I swear”
You stopped talking as soon as you felt the tears on your lips. Now it
was his turn, he had to say something. But you heard nothing. Just silence. Until
he cut the call. He had just hung up on you. You didn’t understand. You had to
see him. If you were face to face he would come to his senses. You looked up
and saw Bucky and Steve looking at you, standing next to Tony’s car. You didn’t
care. Instead, you started walking towards Clint’s apartment,
“(Y/N) stop!” Natasha exclaimed
when she got out of the bar as well. Then she was just in front of you. “You
need to calm down. Going there won’t make any difference”, she said trying to
talk some sense in your head.
“I have to talk to him”, you said, stubborn as always.
“(Y/N) it won’t end well” Tony sighed.
You looked at them and also at Bucky and Steve who were standing just
behind them, looking at you with concern.
“It will end well”, you said.
Once again, you turned around and started walking towards his apartment.
Eventually, you stopped listening to Tony and Natasha. They probably had
finally realised that you were right and you needed to do that. You would see
them in the morning, when you went back home with Clint.
Clint’s apartment wasn’t far from the bar so you stumbled there, along
the railings and the fences. Every drunk step leading you to his door, until
you were standing in front of his apartment where you had shared so many moments.
After taking a deep breath you knocked on his door and waited. A few moments
later the door opened and there he was, staring at you surprised. He was
wearing his pyjamas, making you realise how late it was.
“Clint…” you mumbled. All you wanted to do was wrap your arms around him
and kiss him but somehow you couldn’t do it. Instead you stood there, in pain,
wanting to touch him. “I… I love you.
Please, forgive me for whatever I’ve done. I need you. I don’t know life
without. I’ll probably be better off dead if I’m not without you. Please…take
me back”, you said, trying not to sound too drunk.
“You’re drunk”, he sighed running a hand through his hair.
“I… I didn’t know how to do it. How to go through this”, you said
“You have to go home, (Y/N). You know I broke up with you for a reason. We
didn’t work. We are too different from each other and…I had to do it before we
ended up in a fight”, he shook his head.
“But Clint we are perfect for-“ you tried to say but he interrupted you.
“No. We’re not coming back. I’m sorry. Go home”, he said.
Without saying anything else he closed the door, not even giving you the
chance to say anything else. And there you were again. With nothing. Slowly,
you turned around and walked back out of the building. Feeling the whole in
your chest getting bigger and bigger with every step that took you away from
him. Once you were out, you saw Tony’s car there, with him coming out of it as
fast as he could.
It wasn’t until he hugged you that you realised you were shaking and
crying. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him, crying your eyes out on his
“Let’s go home”, he whispered in your ear as he picked you up.
While he was carrying you to the car, you looked back at the building,
still hoping to see him coming out of it, saying he wanted you back. But no.
The stages of INTP anger (please remember that not every INTP is the same and these are largely based on personal experience):
Stage 1. Your INTP starts sarcastically questioning you. About everything. Usually, they’ll ask “why?” after every single statement that you make, especially when the answer is obvious.
Stage 2. Your INTP stops giving his/her opinion. When you ask them questions, they’ll just say “yeah” or “okay” without offering further insight. This is your INTP giving up on you. He/she thinks that you’re a hopeless case, and that you don’t care about any opinions other than your own.
Stage 3. Your INTP stops asking questions or making statements. They’ll only speak to answer questions you ask directly, refusing to talk unless you prompt them. Discussion becomes impossible.
Stage 4. Your INTP stops being rebellious. When you make an unreasonable statement or demand, they’ll comply mechanically without showing any of the dissent they usually would. Do not mistake this for your INTP finally starting to agree with your point of view. This is the calm before the storm.
Stage 5. Your INTP blows up. All of those bottled up emotions suddenly burst out in a storm of anger. There will be cold insults, shouting, and tears. Your INTP will hurt you emotionally – they’re especially good at picking out all of your flaws, delivering blows where they really sting.
How to deal with INTP anger:
1. Give them some time to cool down. As soon as your INTP shows signs of anger, back off. Leave them be. Let them read a book or binge on Wikipedia to distract them from their anger.
2. Think about why they’re angry. INTPs are rarely angry for no good reason, as they’re naturally logical and reasonable people. Once you think you understand the source of their anger, correct your behavior to remedy the situation. If they still remain angry, you’ve probably got the wrong reason, since INTPs usually won’t stay angry if you fix whatever’s causing the problem.
3. Apologize sincerely. A simple “I’m sorry” actually goes quite a long way for INTPs. Once they’ve calmed down a bit, sit down, look them in the eye, and say, “I’m sorry. We’ve had a misunderstanding, but I think our bond can be saved and is worth saving. Can we talk it out?” INTPs don’t usually take the initiative to start these types of conversations, so it’s important that you do it.
1. Leave them to rot. After you’ve given them some space for a while, don’t just leave them there. Your INTP is secretly hoping that you’ll come back to talk it out, but if you don’t, they won’t come after you.
2. Get emotional. Whatever you do, DO NOT CRY. INTPs hate crying, as it makes them uncomfortable and awkward. If you feel like you’re going to cry, warn the INTP, then leave the room before bawling your eyes out. Once you’re calmer, come back and say, “I’m ready to talk now.”
3. Tell them you don’t care about/hate them. This won’t give you the emotional response you’re hoping for. On the contrary, your INTP will probably say “okay, glad you’ve finally cleared that up,” then turn around and walk out. Later, you might find them crying in a corner somewhere, but by then it’s probably too late.
Causes of INTP anger:
1. When you refuse to listen to their input/opinion
2. When the rules/authority are unreasonable (i.e. “do it because I said so”)
3. When you force them to go to social events and don’t respect their need for space
4. When they are told that their interests are stupid
5. When you insist on being unreasonable/illogical
Anon: hey i love your blog ! 24, 36 and 37 with isaac (prompt)
You felt horrible. Your boyfriend had just broke up with you, it was something that caught you off guard. He just walked up to you and said “I can’t do this anymore, sorry” and that was it. Two years of relationship were thrown to the trash just like that.
You didn’t want to worry the pack, so you tried your best to conceal it, but since your ex broke up with you your routine consisted in going to school, then to pack meetings and cry your eyes out for the rest of the day.
As you were crying alone in your bedroom you heard your window being opened “Hey Y/N” Isaac said entering your room, when he finally looked at your puffy red eyes he couldn’t help but frown “Bad timing?” He asked sitting right next to you on the bed as you nodded
“Jason broke up with me” you mumbled in a croaky voice, Isaac pulling you into a bear hug
“I can kill him if you want” Isaac joked and you giggled
“No” you said and he smiled “And by the way, you should familiarize with the word privacy” you joked after some time, Isaac rolled his eyes.
“C'mon I’ve known since we were in diapers. Privacy doesn’t apply to me” he scoffed “Besides, I brought you something” he said showing you a jersey that said “Lahey 14” on the back “What are you waiting for put it on!” He said eagerly and you giggled
“Alright but turn around!” You giggled
“What? No!” He said and you rolled your eyes
“Well at least close your eyes!” You pleaded and he groaned
“Okay, fine” he said as he did so. You took of your shirt and when you looked from the corner of your eye Isaac was peeking in the space between his fingers, so you playful punched his chest
“Perv” you giggled as you finally put the jersey on, he laughed as he took his hand off his eyes
“It’s perfect” he said smiling widely “Would you wear it for the game tonight?” He pleaded putting his hands together and giving you the puppy eyes you loved. When you slightly bit your lip resisting to his eyes but when he did a little pout you gave up
“Alright I’ll wear it” you said and he pecked your cheek before going to the window again
“See you tonight” he winked at you before jumping out of the window
PART 2Imagine being Klaus’ first love, then after an accident him thinking you were dead but when you come back to see him, you find out he’s dating Caroline, leading to you making him choose between you
You had to admit, you felt horrible after you left Klaus at the Grill. So you sped off, going who knows where. You stopped yourself in front of the Salvatore boarding home. You knew of the Salvatores, but you didn’t know them well. You sigh before knocking on their door, hearing footsteps. The door opened and you see the blonde brother, a questionable look on his face. “Who are you?” He asks. “Let’s just say I know you’re vampires because I’m one too, and Klaus is pissed at me and I’m pretty much pissed at him.” You simply explain, Stefan nodding at you and inviting you in. Stefan shows you one of the vacant rooms in the house, letting you stay for the night. You were probably gonna leave Mystic Falls, knowing Klaus is actually doing better off without you.
As you were asleep well kind of, you could still hear everything, there was a knock outside the Salvatore home, Damon answering the door to face a crying Klaus. “Dude what’s wrong with you?” Klaus just growls, “where is she? I know she’s here.” Damon looks at Klaus with confusion, “I don’t know who you’re talking about. Nobody is here, it’s just me and Stefan.” Klaus gives Damon a threatening look, “go ask your brother, he might know of her whereabouts.” Damon goes and grabs Stefan, “do you know who this psycho is talking about?” Damon asks Stefan. “Um, does she have (H/C) hair, and about (E/C) eyes?” Stefan asks, Klaus nodding his head, “well then yes, she’s here. Talking about how you’re pissed at her and she’s pissed at you.”
“Shit.” You mumbled, before getting up and opening the window. You start to hear multiple footsteps before you jumped out the window, and sped off again. Stefan opens the door, seeing you were nowhere to be found. “I swear she was here.” He says, before Klaus grabs him by the neck and holds him again, “well then you better help me find her.” Stefan nods before falling to the ground. They were able to get your scent (A/N idk they just got your scent), and they split up and started looking for you.
You find yourself in front of Mystic Falls High School, great, out all places a school. Deciding you were tired, you entered the school and started walking around, finding yourself in a room with a pool, locker rooms and a gym nearby. You sat down on the stands in the pool room, the room dimly lit. You thought you were alone until you heard someone clear their throat. You look up and see Klaus. “Woohoo you found me? Do you wanna cookie?” You commented sarcastically, Klaus laughing softly. “You know I missed your humor, over the past century, it was boring without you.” Klaus chuckled before sitting next to you.
“Yeah but I see you’re doing fine, you moved on with the blonde.” You added, Klaus sighing. “Stop bringing her up darling, you’re just making yourself sadder.” He says, taking your hand in his. “Do you really think I don’t love you anymore and that I really moved on?” Klaus asks out of the blue. “To be honest, I don’t know anymore, but yes I do.” You confessed. Klaus gets up, to stand near the pool, dragging you with him. “This is way overdue, but you the first person I have ever loved. You may have had other others but I intend to your last, the person you wake up next to every morning for the rest of your life, I will always be there for you Y/N.” Klaus cried, “I’m sorry I never looked for you, I didn’t know anyone would turn you, I’m sorry, I just thought I would never see you again. You should ask Rebekah, I was if I knew you were alive I would’ve dropped everything and go look for you.” You were pretty much crying your eyes out at the end of Klaus’ speech.
“Love, do you forgive me?” He asks, you nodding your head, before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. His arms, wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You pull away, Klaus cupping your face in his hands. Then all of a sudden, you were wet? “Niklaus Mikaelson, did you just push me into the pool?” You yell, getting out of the pool soaking wet and shivering. Klaus was a laughing mess, “look darling you’re wet because of me.” (A/N I had this planned shush, THATS WHAT SHE SAID) “Way to ruin a romantic moment Klaus. I don’t why I still love you.” You pout, crossing your arms. “You’re adorable and I’m adorable, we’re the perfect couple love.” He laughs before giving you peck on the lips.
“Now darling, let’s go home.” He says, before picking up your shivering body and taking you home.
second of all. this tour made a shit ton of fucking money. and was totally 1100000% my aesthetic.
this tour had four legs. that’s two more legs then i will ever have in my life. rip me. $150.2 million? Taylor over here rollin in da doe. cha-fricken-ching.
BUT WHILE EVERYTHING IS PERFECTLY FINE AND LOVELY ABOUT THIS TOUR THAT WE HAVEN’T EVEN DELVED INTO. SHE HAD A KILLER OPENING ACT THIS LITTLE GINGERBREAD MAN
THE TOUR STARTED OFF WITH STATE OF GRACE WHAT A CA-WINKIE-DINK. STATE OF GRACE KICKS OFF THIS MASTERPIECE ALBUM
but that hat is actual goals. the twenties are vastly approaching us again aren’t they? amazing. and that red nail polish and red lipstick matching completely? goals. i wonder how she did dat.
next on the set list was RED just kidding this little grass hopper wanted to switch it up for my next fave HOLY GROUND which WAS GOING GREAT WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THEY BROKE IT DOWN WITH DRUMS AND GLOW STICKS AND DANCERS AND PEOPLE PRACTICALLY FLYING AND THEN TAYLOR JOINED IN TOO LIKE WOW?! I WISH WE COULD RE LIVE THIS CONCERT 24/7 AT THE CONVIENCE OF MY BLU RAY PLAYER BUT WAIT THIS TOUR ISN’T ON D V D
look at dis hipster go banging on drums. sleeey.
AFTER THAT OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE SHE PERFORMS RED WHICH IS WHERE THE HAIR FLIPPING BEGINS. DID I MENTION SHE OWNS THIS LIKE THE WHOLE NIGHT? I TRIED TO FLIP MY HAIR LIKE THIS AND GOT A WHIP LASH AND GOT LIGHT HEADED
real talk tho how does she keep her fringe so intact ?
wOaH costUME chANge (we got a lot of those)
AND A FEARLESS SONG PLEATHE
if you didn’t figure out this tour is blowing my mind and we are like 15 minutes in. re fasten ur seatbelts plz.
then COSTUME EXTENSION?
ReD ANKLE BOOTIES ARE YOU KIDDING ME LADY? How does she make that bend look so elegent? If i tried to do this right here i would look like a whale JUST SAYING INCASE ANYONE WONDERED ABOUT ME HERE
taylor then proceeds to change aGAIN AND PERFORM MEAN AKA THE ANTHEM OF TELLING PEOPLE HOW KARMA IS GONNA PLAY YOU
then mean turned into STAY STAY STAY?! fkc. this was cute as biscuits she danced with her band and back up singers it was hella cute
after she told her band to stay stay stay she and her dancers and everyone celebrated being 22 or remembering being 22 or looking forward to being 22. dis got me a bit emo bc dis music video wuz mah life for 3 months ngl
she then gets her RED guitar and performs starlight (again anothe r masterpiece)
look at her being cute and slaying at it’s finest.
THEN SHE TOLD EVERYONE IF YOU CHEER FOR HIM ED SHEERAN WILL COME AND JOIN HER SO EVERYONE CHEERED.
THIS WAS PROBS EVERYONES FAVE MOMENT OF THE NIGHT BECAUSE THEY’RE SUCH GREAT PALS AND THIS DUET WAS EVERYTHING AND STILL IS EVERYTHING. NOTHING. HAS. CHANGED. *twitches aggressivly* WE ALSO GOT A BUNCH OF CUTE MOMENTS
what are you doing tay? it’s almost like you can’t stop groovin.
AND HOW CAN WE FORGET DIS
(does ths laod? it’s not lading oh well u can just read it and weep with meh)
LET’S HUG IT OUT NOW
AFTER THAT EMOTIONAL ROLLARCOASTER
while trying to calm everyone down taylor proceeds to sing another lyrical peice of genius begin again.
ahh deep breaths. in and out. in and out.
OH BUT NOT SO FAST SHE GOES BACK TO THE MAIN STAGE AND SINGS SPaRKs FLYYYYYYY
(idk if this is a sparks fly gif bc nOTHING WILL LOAD I THINK I’M KILLING MY COMPUTER BUT WE ARE ALMOST DONE LETS POWER THROUGH)
SHE THEN PERFORMS IKYWT WHICH IS PROBS THE BEST AND MOST FUN THING EVER TO SEE LIVE YOURE SO LUCKY IF YOU DID I BET THAT COSTUME CHANGE WAS BREATH TAKING. IF I TRIED TO CHANGE THAT FAST I’D PULL A HERNIA OF SOMETHING.
cause she starts off like dis
then in the midst there is a swiftstep remix and she breaks it down and pulls off her white gown TO THIS BEAUTIUFL MASTERPIECE COSTUME OF LACE AND SHORTS AND BOOTS AND SLAYNESS
get it gurl.
reMIND ME AGAIN WHY THIS ISN’T ON DVD?! NFJKNJKANV
THEN. SHE GOES OVER TO HER RED PIANO AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IT IS SHE STARTS PLAYING NOTES AND NOBODY KNOWS WHT THE FUCK IS GOING ON AND TAYLOR STARTS TO GIVE A SPEECH ABOUT REMEMBERING SHIT LIKE DANG GIRL ME TOO DA FUCK?!
go ahead. go on youtube. grab your puffs plus tissues and cry your eyes out for five hours and return to this post and continue.
AFTER WE ARE ALL CRYING SHE SINGS A PICK ME UP AKA LOVE STORY AWWWWWW
so cute. i wish i was that coordinated and thought ahead like that.
THENS OMEWHERE IN THE MIX SHE SINGS TREACHEROURS BUT I FORGgoT IT BECAUSE MY COMPUTER WAS ABOUT TI DIE AND SPRINTED TO FIND THE CHARGET AND FORGOT SO LETS ALL GET SAD AGAIN FOR 3 SECONDS AND ADMIRE HOW CUTE AND FLAWLESS OUR QUEEN LOOKS
DON’T FALL GIRL I KNOW I WOULD I CAN BARLEY WALK ON CARPET WITHOUT TRIPPING ON NOTHING
*thinks to self* maybe I should start doing yoga. nah gotta finish this masterpost of how this iconic tour should be put on dvd
BACK TO GETHER CAN I GET A HYFR THE ANTHEM OF TELLING A LITTLE THIRSTY WHITE BOY NO MEANS NO GOD SPEED TAYLOR
I LOVE THIS OUTFIT. IT’S LIKE MADHATTER MET MIRANDA PREECLY FROM THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA
DON’T FORGET TO LOOOK BEFORE YOU FALL *cracks nuckles because this post is taking forgever*
so much conffetti. i wonder if anyone choked on confeti before.
SO I LL ASK YOU ALL AGAIN WHY ISN’T THE RED TOUR ON A DVD LIKE BRUH IT SOLD OVER A MILLION COPIES IN IT’S FIRST WEEK AND WAS SUPER ANTICIPATED AND IT WAS ONE OF THE MOST LYRICAL AND DIMENSIONAL ALBUMS I HAVE IN MY ITUNES LIBRARY AND ON MY BOOK SHELF? taylorswift i need answers and i’d like them now.
I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS AND REBLOG THIS THIS TOOK ME 2 HOURS TO COMPLETE BECASUS I KEPT GETTING DISTRACTED. CREDITS TO ALL RIGHTUFL OWNERS I WIHS I KEPT TRACK BUT I JUST CLICKED AND SAVED. Y'ALL ARE THE REAL MVPS FOR MAKING GIFS AND PHOTOS OF THOSE MAGICAL RED TOUR NIGHT
You sit on your couch right next to your Christmas tree when you decide to call Josh. It’s the 23 December, and you finally want to tell Josh about your feelings for him before Christmas Eve. You’re in love with him for quite some time. Every time he laughs, your heart would melt and every time he looks at you, you’d feel yourself blush. He’s one of your best friends, and you never told him how you feel cause you were afraid of rejection and that things would get awkward.
Your hands are sweaty when you press the green call button on your screen and Josh picks up.
,,Hey Y/N, what’s up?“ He asks. You can actually see his smile in front of your eyes.
,,Not much, I just wanted to ask you if you want to come over, I uh, have to tell you something.” You say a bit awkwardly.
,,Me too. When should I come over?“ You hear crackling in the background and look at your clock.
,,It’s up to you.” You manage to say.
,,Okay, I’ll be there at five.“
You end the call and take a deep breath. There is no turning back, Josh is going to come and you’re going to tell him that you love him.
He’d be here in two hours, so you decide to take a shower and put some make up on. You wanted to impress Josh.
After you finished showering, you start playing your favourite music while getting ready. You apply some make up, not to much, and fit yourself in some skinny Jeans and a tight sweater. After you cleaned your room and have your hair done you go back downstairs and turn the lights from the Christmas tree on. You love Christmas, and the atmosphere.
After some time you hear the doorbell and straight your clothes.
You open the door with shaky hands and look into Josh’s brown eyes. He embraces you with a tight hug and you inhale his cologne. He smells so good.
,,Hi Josh.” You mumble into his chest and guide him into your living room.
,,Wanna drink or eat anything?“ You ask nervously. You want to waste some time.
,,Ehm no. I actually have some sick stuff I want to tell you.” He smiles widely and you take a seat next to him.
,,Okay, tell me.“ You say. Your whole body is tensed but you do your best to make it not to obvious.
,,So about a month ago, when Ty and I were at a restaurant, there was this cute girl and she asked for my number and yeah, we somehow ended up dating. ” he talks fast and you hear the excitement in his voice.
You are in the edge of tears but decide not to show it.
,,Oh, that awesome.“ You mumble while biting your inner cheek. You want to go into your bed cry your eyes out. The man you fell for likes another girl.
You have to accept it, and you want josh to be happy, even if it’s not with you.
,,Hello? Earth Y/N?” Josh raises his hand in front of your face and you blink.
,,Yeah?“ You blush and hate yourself for your shaky voice.
,,You wanted to tell me something too.” He moves closer to you and you sigh. You couldn’t tell him how you feel, not anymore.
,,Nevermind.I just wanted to ask something for Tyler’s present but I guess I’ll ask Jenna.“ You stand up and go threw your hair.
,,Don’t get me wrong, but I still have some stuff to do. See you around?” You say. This time you can’t hide the sadness in your face and josh shoots you a worried look.
,,Is everything okay?“ He asks while standing up too.
,,Yeah, I just don’t feel so good. I think I’m getting a cold or something.” You lie.
,,Oh okay, but you’re still coming tomorrow? Jenna said they invited you too, not that I mind.“ He smiles and you shake your head.
,,I think I’m going to my parents house. They haven’t seen me in a while.” Your voice is raspy and you struggle to keep the tears back. You never thought you’d have to say this, but you wanted Josh to leave.
,,Oh, Ehm I hope you get well soon.“ He hugs you, this time much shorter and walks out. You close the door behind him and start to cry. This were the most horrible 5 minutes you ever had in your life. Hysterical sobs leave your body and you hide your puffy eyes in your hands. You hope that the girl wouldn’t hurt Josh, and makes him truly happy. He deserves someone who truly loves him, and not some girl that’s only into his look.
You cry until you have no tears left and grab your phone. You text your mother that you’d spend Christmas Eve with them and come tomorrow morning.
Before you could read her responding, Jenna calls you and you pick up.
,,Y/N what’s wrong with you?” She whines.
,,Jenna what do you mean?“ Your voice sounds so different from usual.
,,Josh called Tyler and told him you’re not going to spend Christmas with us! It’s the perfect chance to actually tell him that you love him!”
,,No it’s Not. He’s dating someone.“ You whisper.
,,How do you know that?” You hear Tyler in the background singing something and sigh.
,,He just told me. I hope she can make him happy, since I can’t.“ You feel your eyes burning from crying so much.
,,Y/N That can’t be true. I was so sure he likes you too! I’m going to ask Tyler about that girl, maybe it’s not that bad.” She tries to cheer you up but you just laugh sarcastically.
,,Sure, why would he lie? But thanks Jenna. I’m going to be fine. Maybe spending time with my family will help me to get over my newest heartbreak.“ You laugh bitter and Jenna just sighs.
,,If you want me to come over just call me, anytime. And you can still come Tomorrow if you change your mind, okay?” She sounds worried and you smile a bit. She’s your best friend and is always there for you.
,,Are you sure you have everything?” Your mom asks and you put your phone on speaker.
,,Ehm yeah, it’s just two days mom.“ You sip your suitcase shut and carry it down the stairs before walking back to your bathroom.
,,I just need to brush my teeth and do my hair, I think I’ll be there in 2-3 hours”.
,,Okay honey. Drive safe. I love you.“ Your mom says.
,,Love you too.” You decide to turn your phone off for some time and do your make up. Since your eyes are puffy and red cause you cried the whole night, you apply lots of concealer and try to cover your sleepless night. Your whole face looks so tired and sad, but you don’t want anyone to notice. After tying your hair up in a messy ponytail, you put on your jacket and tie your shoes before grabbing your suitcase and opening the door. You look around and sigh. You don’t want to leave, but you also don’t want to spend Christmas Eve with Josh.
,,Y/N!“ You hear someone calling your name and shake your head. No one is here, you say to yourself.
,,Y/N wait.” This time the voice is much louder and you turn around, not believing your eyes.
,,Josh?“ You ask surprised.
,,Why are you leaving?” His nose and cheeks are a bit red from the snow and some strains from his messy hair are still visible even tho he’s wearing a beanie.
,,As I told you yesterday I’m spending Christmas with my Family.“ You snap at him. You feel bad for sounding so harsh, but your mind was a mess.
,,but I don’t want you to leave.” He comes closer and you grab your suitcase tighter.
,,Why? I’m not going for ever.“ You say.
,,Yeah but I want to spend Christmas with you.” He looks into your eyes and you hold his Gaze.
Your heart makes a jump at his words, but brakes at the same time.
,,Why don’t you spend Christmas with your girl instead.“ You mumble while opening the door to your car.
,,Y/N don’t.” He grabs your cold hand and you shiver by his touch.
,,I’m not dating anyone.“ He admits.
,,What?” You ask confused, still holding his warm hand.
,,I made it up to make you jealous. I wanted to see how you’d react, to see if I have a chance.“ He lowers his gaze and lets go from your hand.
,,So you like me?” You ask still in shock.
,,More than that. I love you.“
You can’t help but smile like an idiot.
,,and I know I should have told you earlier, but I never was brave enough to do it. I was scared you’d reject me, and tell me I’m not more than a friend. But after I told Tyler what happened yesterday, Jenna told me everything. I know you like me too, and that’s why I want to spend Christmas with you. I want to see if Things between us work out. Gosh Y/N I love you.” Josh breaths heavily and this time you take his hands and intertwine your fingers with his.
,,You know what? I cried my eyes out yesterday. I told you to come over cause I wanted to tell how I feel but when you said you’re dating someone, I decided not to cause I just want you to be happy, cause I love you too. But I’m glad you made it up.“
He smiles and pulls you in for a tight hug.
,,So you’re spending Christmas Eve with me?” He whispers into your ear and you nod. He pulls you a few inches away and cups your face with his hands.
,,I can’t believe I’m finally able to do this.“ He closes his eyes and leans down to kiss you. Your lips move perfectly to each other and even tho it’s a slow kiss, you can feel the passion behind it. After you two pull away, you can’t stop smiling and he lays an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer.
,,So are we a thing now?” He asks nervously.
,,I guess we are.“ You giggle and get on your tiptoes to kiss Josh again. His lips are so soft and feel so good against yours.
,,I have to call my mom and tell her I’m not coming tho.”
After you called your mom josh and you go inside to watch some Tv until you’re going to Ty’s.
You end up in his arms, head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
One of his hands was tangled in your hair, playing with it while the other one draws small circles on your skin.
,,I still need to change.“ You say after some time.
,,Do you have to do it know?” Josh asks, his voice sound sleepy.
,,Yeah we have to leave in 30 minutes. I’ll be right back.“ You press a quick kiss to his cheek before getting up and going to your bedroom. You pick a tight dress you bought especially for Christmas Eve and put it on. It fits your body perfectly and you decide to open your hair to create a smooth look. After applying some lipstick you go back to josh and get the presents for Tyler and Jenna.
,,Ready to go?” You ask happily.
Josh nods and gets up. He straightens his white shirt that underlines his muscles and puts one hand in the pocket of his black skinny jeans.
,,You look absolutely stunning.“ He blushes and you feel your head turn read too.
The drive to your friends house was comfortable silent and you just enjoyed each other’s company.
When you arrived, Josh automatically grabs your hand and pulls you close to his side.
,,Oh my god finally!“ Jenna cheers when she opens the door. Josh and you both laugh and greet her with a hug. Tyler just chuckles and high fives Josh.
,,Where should I place the presents?” You ask.
,,In the living room, right under the tree.“
After you placed your presents under the tree right next to Josh’s, you join them in the kitchen and lean against the counter. Jenna prepares some Christmas meal and you feel your Hunger grow bigger with every minute you look at it.
,,What are you thinking about?” Suddenly josh appears next to your side and hands you a glass of wine.
,,Honestly, food. It smells so good.“
,,Yeah, Jenna is a master cook.” Tyler wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her neck.
,,You know what’s weird?“ You turn to Josh and he shrugs his shoulders.
,,I think we’re just as cute as they are, and we’re only official for a few hours while they’re married.” You joked and Josh laughs.
,,Yeah. I mean we’re pretty cute.“ He lays bis thumb on your jawline and softly strokes the skin.
,,And since you are my girlfriend, I can kiss you whenever I want.” He leans down and you connect your lips with his, exploring each other’s mouths.
,,You two, get yourself a room you’re disgusting.“ Tyler fake wines and Jenna laughs.
,,Yeah you love birds are annoying.” She adds.
You start to laugh too and just lean into Josh’s chest.
,,Leave us alone, we’re not eating each others faces out in public.“ Joke says jokingly.
,,Till now, the day will come.” Tyler says while cutting some vegetables.
You just look up at josh and bite your lip.
,,I love you.“ You whisper, only for him to hear.
,,I love you too.” He whispers back, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You spend the rest of the day celebrating Christmas with your closest friends and finally boyfriend. You love Josh so much, and knowing that Josh loves you too and is finally yours is the best Christmas present you could ever wish for.
And another post whaaaaaa. I have all my homework done at school and I was able to write today and I was like hmmmmmmm ‘Why not an old request??’ and boom bam.
Angsty scenario of jungkook or taehyung based one taehyun’s song “im young” he shoved u in the closet bc she ws coming and while u were hiding you could see through the door and she was talking about their baby and it hurt you so much n you knew you had to let go nomatter how much you loved him thank youuu!
characters: Taehyung x Y/n
Because you have no place in his reality You there because of a sudden case of butterflies
You weren’t supposed to be here, you were fully aware. He was happier now, but how could you miss the chance to see him again after all these years. Your company had finally schedule a photoshoot in korea, returning back to the place that one time had been your home. Roaming the streets that you had once walked with him by your side. But the roaming had led you to his house, the same house you had once lived with him.
Request: prompt nr 2 wit theo raeken where you’re both
taking a little break from each other and tou get drunk because you miss him,
he finds you in a bar and you two obviously still love each other and he takes
you home and ughhh FLUFF
2. “Babe, you have a problem, please, let me help you.”
A/n: As you guys might know it’s my 18th birthdaayy today and I wanted to post something for you guys so
enjoy lovelies! Hope you guys have a fantastic day x
decided to go out to a tavern tonight instead of staying home and crying your
eyes out like you did for the past month. You had to find a way to forget about
him. Forget about the man who broke your heart.
he ended things with you, you barely left the house. You ignored your friends
and you shut down the world around you. You loved him and you thought he did
too, but he obviously didn’t.
you arrived at the bar and it was crowded. Bodies dancing against eachother,
people chatting and alcohol filled your nostrils immediately. You pushed your
way through the crowd to get to the bar.
you made it there, you found an empty stool and sat on it. “One drink please.”
You ordered once the bartender came to attend you. He nodded his head and made
his way to the back to make a drink for you. “And make it strong!” You shouted,
making few heads turn to you.
Tonight you are going to go home, and you are going to cry your eyes out. You are going to curse every promise that left his lips and every touch that left his hands. You are going to burn the image of the way he last looked at you into your brain. You are going to re-read every letter he ever wrote. You are going to replay every “I love you” he spoke. You are going to trace the remembrance of his fingers intertwined in yours. You are going to pound your brain with every memory.
Go ahead. Go ahead and hurt. Go ahead and grieve. Go ahead and pray for him to come back.
I know being sixteen with a broken heart seems like the end all, but I promise you there is so much more. I promise you will heal. I also promise you will have your heart broken again. And that won’t be the last time. You are going to fall more in love with another boy, and you will swear he must be the one. But there will be another one, “he is the one” you’ll proclaim, but he’s not either. You’re also going to break a few hearts yourself.
One day you’re going to sit in a coffee shop and you’re going to wonder why. One day you’re going to sit on the back porch and you’re going to cry your eyes out. One day you’re going to hug your best friend and curse your soft heart.
But, one day you’re going to laugh. You’re going to let go of the pain, the brokenness, the regrets, the remorse, the insecurities, and all the scars they left you with.
I wish I could tell you it was going to be easy letting go, but at eighteen you still have a box of all the empty promise filled letters, the clay heart he made you, the necklace with his initial strung on it, every ticket stub he ever bought you, and endless memories that still bring tears to your eyes. You will sift through it from time to time, but for the most part it just sits as an echoing reminder of that scar.
You’ll throw it out soon. That’s the only box you ever keep, but at twenty you still have the a hoodie that you casually wear, and at twenty-one you will hold on to drawings he made for you, a promise ring, and those photo booth pictures you took. Soon enough you start to realize that holding on is no medicine for a broken heart. I’m proud of you in those moments. You don’t know that you will get there, but you will. One day you are going to let go.
You don’t know any of that now. All you know is that you no longer know where you stand, who you are, or what you need. All you know is that for the last year and half you devoted every moment of your life to a boy you swore you were going to marry. Now he’s gone. Now he’s with her. Now you sleep alone at night, and suddenly the darkness seems more suffocating.
You don’t know that one day you’re going to wake up and be okay with him leaving, with who you are without him, and with where you are headed without him.
You don’t know that now, and that really is okay. I don’t want you to know. I am glad these words can’t reach back into your heart. I am okay with you having to face the days filled with unknowing. I am okay with you having to discover these better days on your own.
You don’t need me to tell you you are going to be okay, because you are going to find that for yourself, and I promise it is a beautiful process.
You see, who I am today, is already in you. She’s there. She’s always been a part of you. You just have to find her. And trust me, there are going to be more broken hearts, more regrets, more mistakes, more fears, more uncertainty. But I am still here. I am still here despite all those things that you don’t know yet. I am still here despite all the darkness you will crawl through. I am still here despite the nights you will want it all to end. I am still here despite all the people who will try to bring you down. I am still here despite every moment you will fall to your knees and curse the breath in your lungs.
I am still here, so I can certainly promise that you will be okay. You, me, us at eighteen, us at twenty, we are all going to be okay.