so be quiet bye

Why am I still here?

Anon asked:

Can I request a Mafia!Yoongi scenario where he and his s/o has an argument before he has to go on a mission and then she leaves his place but he’s too busy and angry to go out and find her so he left but when he gets there it was a set up and he’s about to get shot and killed but his s/o runs and takes the bullet for him and she dies in his arms? 

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Originally posted by mvssmedia


“I can’t believe you, Yoongi! Why do you never tell me anything? I’m here, worrying myself sick and you just shrug it off. I am so done with this.”


His face remained emotionless. He didn’t even look at you as he continued to rummage through his things, trying to find the items he needed for tonight’s mission. He did not have time for this. You wouldn’t have understood anyway.


“So you’re not even going to look at me? Fine. Have it your way. You’ll see how it is when you don’t have anyone to comfort you when you need it.” you growled as you stormed out of the apartment.


You needed to cool your head and arrange your thoughts. Why must he be so distant? Did he not see how much you cared about him? How painful it was for you to see him leave without telling you where and not knowing if he would return?
Lost in your thoughts, you wandered aimlessly through the town.
When you finally reached the apartment complex you saw his car was gone. Obviously. Were you even expecting something else?


From the corner of your eye, you saw two black figures rounding the corner, towards you. You ducked under a car and held your breath. You were becoming too paranoid. Maybe being involved with a mafia member wasn’t such a good idea. Everything seemed malicious lately.
But as the two men passed you, you could make out from their hushed voices.

“Yeah, they’re gonna get rid of him tonight”
“‘Bout time. That Yoongi guy was becoming too much of a pain”

Your breath hitched. Was this a… a setup? Did Yoongi not know about this? No no no. This couldn’t be happening.


You tried to be as silent as possible as you hurried towards your apartment, unlocking the door and going straight to his office. You knew he wouldn’t answer his phone so you had to find out where he was. You had to warn him.
Your trembling hands didn’t help with your search, but in the end, you found a file with the details of an exchange. The address was scribbled on a piece of paper, along with the details of the deal. 

You had to be fast. You couldn’t lose him.


Yoongi knew something was fishy about this whole deal, but he decided to go through with it nonetheless. He wasn’t one to back down, after all.


He checked his gun and surveyed his surroundings. He noted the glint of knives tucked in the belts of his supposed partners and the gleam of gun barrels. There weren’t supposed to be so many of them and so heavily armed. Not for this kind of deal. He should’ve brought backups, he thought grimly. But now wasn’t the time for remorse. Maybe he was wrong and this is the way the other gang did things. But he was rarely mistaken.

Have something for me?” he questioned.

One of the men in the front responded. “Maybe, maybe not.”

Yoongi could see the man adjusting his stance, reaching for his weapon. 

Your boss couldn’t do this by himself, eh? He doesn’t have the stomach for a real brawl if it would come down to it, does he?

“I’m the one at your table, so hurry up and say what you want.”

“Sure of yourself, aren’t you, Min Yoongi?”

He remained silent, glaring at them, pondering what his next move should be. He was outnumbered. Even if he did manage to hurt two of them, there would still be one left. Damn it. 

“You know,” said the man in front “ I wonder what would happen if you were not around. Everyone knows you are the spine of your little group. Snap it, and they all will collapse.”

“Came here to start a war? That’s fine by me.”

“Such bravery. I admire that. Maybe it will help you on the other side” the other man spat, as he brought out his gun ready to fire.

But Yoongi was faster. By the time the man could think to pull the trigger, a gunshot had already split the air. The man was on the ground, sputtering blood.

The other two jumped at him. He managed to knock them out and was preparing to stand up when he caught the glimpse of metal and someone running towards him from his side. Then he registered the gun shot. There were more of them. This was it. He would be dead. He shut his eye. But the pain never came. Instead, he heard a thud and when he opened his eyes he saw… He couldn’t believe it.

“Y/n!”

He shot up in fury, aimed at the retreating man and shot him straight in the head.

Then he came back to you, worry painted across his face.

“Y/n… How did you know about this? Why were you here? How… Why… ”

He could see the wound was fatal. You would be dead in less than ten minutes. He took you in his arms gently, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“I wouldn’t have let you die, you know? Even if you piss me off so much, I still love you.”

“But why would you sacrifice yourself for someone like me? How am I supposed to live without you? ”

“You will, Yoongi. Promise me that you will.”

“I.. I… I can’t lose you.”

“I’m sorry it had to end this way… I always dreamed of our future together. But I’m glad I could save you. ”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t talk to you. I’m sorry for being such an asshole sometimes. I wish I could go back. I wish I would’ve listened to you more…Y/n… please don’t go” he sobbed, burying his face in your neck and holding you tightly.

I’m sorry too… I love you…so…much… But.. I have to go. I’m so sorry… Good …bye… I will always love yo-”

Only Yoongi’s quiet sobs could be heard. 

But he would get his revenge.

My first time atttempting and angsty scenario. Yay. This killed me. I’m out. Hope you liked it. 

-Light

Birthday message written by 18-year-old Changmin to 20-year-old Yunho ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

“Yunho-hyung, finally hyung has also entered your twenties in terms of Korean age ㅋㅋ Now you won’t be sympathetic towards my accidents / mistakes ㅎㅎㅎ Now that you have broken through the period between the 10s and the 20s and entered the twenties, won’t you become even more handsome? In that case, I won’t be able to look straight at hyung’s face… what should I do…
What should we do if warm energy from the sun’s heat is emitted from hyung’s face, just like the biblical story of Moses which lights up our paths with a glimmer of light?? I don’t know how to photosynthesize… ㅋㅋㅋ

Although in Japanese age, you are only 19 years old right? ^_^v This is the first time that you are spending your birthday in Japan, how do you feel about it.. ㅎ

Last year around this time, we debuted in Japan with the name "TVXQ”, and a year has passed by so quickly. In the past year, we have had many difficult times, we have had fun and enjoyed ourselves, we have felt happy and blessed, we have also been sad, it was a precious year to all of us. You know that this year has also been very valuable to me right? ^^ Although I don’t know if hyung knows that or doesn’t know that..
But do you know this? That I have come to rely on hyung a lot for support? Yep that’s talking about me.. ㅋㅋ Erm if I have to make comparisons… ah!!!! (super huge exclamation marks) there is none (I can compare with) ㅋㅋㅋ

So, from the bottom of my heart, happy birthday (あなたの たんじょうびを おめでとうごさいます)

And hyung, you know that I love you right?? Woohaha!
Ah! So I am going to stop my correspondence with hyung here so that I can go cry in the quiet of the night again… So then, Bye~^^

-From- Changmin"

Source: ymamylim
Trans by: mug_ping
via: Tv5xqForeveraktf

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Part one of a short comic that’ll probably take me a long time to finish based on this headcanon!! The songs they’re playing are these two in order.

anonymous asked:

What is going on Wretched? Everyone is so quiet !??! Did you see the S M Graham and some other woman pic from the party ? I guess I gotta go with Sam dating the Trash for $200 Alex🤷🏼‍♀️ Doesn't matter bc I'm done with all the tacky unprofessional ppl in this cast/crew/adjacents/side kicks etc so ba bye - see you in Westeros 😉

Is everyone quiet? I feel like I’ve had diarrhea of the mouth this morning.

Hey, if you gotta believe the paper moon hanging over the card board sea is more than make believe, you gotta. It’s not like we are ever going to be told anything true or be given any explanation, so it doesn’t matter. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Lies are delicious when you are starving. Chow down, boo. Enjoy that full belly.

anonymous asked:

Ahh, those yandere headcanons are great! Could I request headcanons for yandere Soldier 76 and Reaper? :D

of course! just a few since everyone loves some Yandere!76 and Yandere!Reaper c;

Soldier 76

  • He’s very subtle with his tactics, even when he was younger! He may be old but that doesn’t mean his tendencies die with age either.

  • The victim usually sees a red glow before they get a few pulse ammunitions shot at them, don’t die yet, that was only a warning shot!

  • Jack doesn’t do most of what typical yanderes do such as having this crazed look on their face and laugh insanely, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t is one~

  • People don’t know of his true intentions because he’s so quiet with them, unless they ever cross him. Say good bye to your life you filthy scum~!!

Reaper

  • High-key yandere, he won’t let you go anywhere without knowing where and who you are going with. He’d hate for you to leave him!

  • Reaper would steal you away if he had to get answers out of you, do you love him? Do you love someone else? Just tell him! If you tell him the truth, he’ll be less harsh on you than he intends to be~

  • He’s a messy killer, just like when he’s on the job. Bodies will be left behind and their life force completely drained, and if he’s in a mood, he may even disfigure the body with his shot guns more.

  • Everyone knows his nature, and that he’s just some psychopath, but he’s a high functioning psychopath for his love~
Jealous // Wonwoo

wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff

word count:840

notedited.

The boyfriend you have—man he was just so perfect. Although Wonwoo had a busy life, juggling both his social life with his hard, and difficult idol life, he still made time for you. No matter what, he is always there for you. And so were his friends.

You met your boyfriend through your best friend, Seokmin, whom you had been friends with since you entered kindergarten. You can say it’s a small world because who would’ve known that he and your boyfriend would be in the same group and would eventually become friends as well.

Since Wonwoo had been so busy the past month, he asked you if you wanted to go get some ice cream because he missed you so much. Looking forward to seeing your significant other, you began to get ready and put on the clothes he liked the most. It was about 8PM when you heard the doorbell to your loft ring. It opened to your boyfriend with a bouquet of roses in his hand.

You grabbed them, gave him a hug, then a quick peck on the cheeks. “Ah, babe, they’re beautiful!” You said putting them on the kitchen counter.

“Not as beautiful as you though.” He smirked. “You ready?”

You nodded, “Yeah, let me just get my bag!” Grabbing your bag, you linked arms with your tall giant then left the loft.

The busy streets of Seoul were lit up by the many, many skyscrapers that surrounded the two of you. You almost forgot how much you missed holding Wonwoo’s hand. It’s been way too long.

“Let’s stop here!” You stopped in your tracks in front of a vintage ice cream parlor which was pretty full so people would be distracted by other things and not notice your idol boyfriend. Sitting down, you went to get ice cream for Wonwoo since he had a phone call.

Rocky road was your favourite flavor so you got two scoops of that for yourself. Walking down the row of ice cream, you got excited when you saw your boyfriend’s favourite flavor. Sherbert!

Wonwoo insisted that you used his card. Of course, you denied it, but then he told you he wouldn’t take you out to eat again if he didn’t pay, so you had to.

Walking back to your table, you sat down with your boyfriend, and he just simply smiled at you. “I’m so glad we’re on this date.” He spoke.

Your heart skipped a beat for some reason. You swallowed a lump in your throat, “This is a date?”

“Yeah, what else is it?”

And right at that moment, a loud, “Wonwoo! And Y/N!” came towards you guys. It was your best friend. He gave you a tight hug.

Wonwoo was confused, but gave him a hug anyways.

“What are you doing here?” Wonwoo asked.

“I invited him..” You mumbled. You heard a soft ‘oh’ coming from your boyfriend’s mouth as he sat down and licked his ice cream cone.

After all the laughter with your boyfriend and best friend, the night came to an end. And Wonwoo walked you back home. Quickly letting go of his hand when your phone’s text tone came off, he pouted. You laughed at the meme Seokmin sent you to say goodnight.

“Isn’t Seokmin so funny?” You laughed then showed your phone screen to Wonwoo.

He just shrugged, “No, he’s not that funny. I bet I’m funnier.” He said, but kind of whispered the last part. You didn’t fail to hear it though. It was loud and clear. The jealously in his voice. “Also, why are you wearing shorts? It’s kind of too cold to be wearing that at night..” He questioned.

“And you’re just wearing a t-shirt without a jacket. Isn’t it too cold?” You snapped back.

Wonwoo grew silent for a little bit while you were replying to Seokmin. It was oddly quiet so after you said a bye to your friend, you looked up to your tall boyfriend.

“I wish I was the one who put their jacket on your lap to cover your thighs.” He finally said, but it was more like a mutter. “But look at me, I can’t even put my jacket on you right now. I never think about these things.”

You chuckled. You found him so cute.

“Wonwoo, are you jealous of our friend?”

“Maybe.”

You squealed, “Oh my gosh, you are! Why would you be jealous of Seokmin! I would never! We’re practically like siblings!”

“It’s just you guys are so close, and I’m just upset that maybe you would end up falling in love with him instead.” Your boyfriend stopped you guys from walking and turned to you.

You went up on your tippy toes, “You don’t have to be jealous. You know why?”

“Why?”

Your faces got closer and closer together and finally they met. “Because I’m yours.”

Wonwoo broke the kiss, and smiled at you. He began giggling because he was so happy. So happy he could only respond with, “Your right. And I’m yours too.”




note:i suck at writing fluff but thanks for requests! Sorry if it took long.

You should have realized,“ said Lupin quietly, "if Voldemort didn’t kill you, we would. Good-bye, Peter.
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This line. This line is so quiet, and so soft, but this line is incredibly powerful. It sends shivers down my spine. This line reveals, in such subtle detail, how deeply Remus stored his hurt and loss over James and LIly, and how fresh the wound remains in the present day. But it also reveals how angry he was, how bitter he was. Not only is it the 12 years of bottled rage and despair and hopelessness, it is also the fresh wound of knowing what really happened. It is a new betrayal, a new shock. And the weight of 12 years of suffering pushes down on that wound.

This is Remus Lupin at his most dangerous. It’s not when he’s a werewolf. It’s not when he has fangs and claws and destroys himself and everything around him. In this moment, there is a fire of absolute hate and hurt and rage and sorrow sitting inside his chest, building pressure behind a dam made of sinew and bone. But Peter is right here. Instead of taking the pain out on himself for another decade, Remus has the chance to finish–everything. He has his murderer. He has the man who ruined his entire life, who killed his best friends, who sentenced him to twelve years of exile and pain. He has Peter right in front of him. The fire inside him isn’t burning him now–it’s fueling him. But Remus is a being of control, and he delivers this line in a cool, collected fashion that betrays to Peter how, in this moment, there is absolutely zero mercy in his heart. Remus, the protector of the underdog, the kindness where none can be found–he’s no longer that man. He becomes Remus Lupin, a wolf in the cold, staring down his captured prey with battered, bloody fur, and angry steam rising from his lips. In this moment, Remus would have killed Peter without a second thought, and washed the blood from his hands with a heart full of sorrow–sorrow that felt no less painful, because justice isn’t meant to stop the hurt.

But that isn’t justice, as Harry reminds him. It’s revenge. And Harry, so much like James, guides them away from the pain and proposes Azkaban. Suffering on par with Sirius’ own, an eternity of reliving his worst memories–just as they both had to. Poetic indeed, coming from the boy who resembles–and perhaps represents–the dead, at least in this instance.

4 in the morning -full series-

Summary: You fall in love with your best friends boyfriend and then nothing is the same.

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All things truly wicked start from innocence.
- Ernest Hemingway

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Question: What wakes you up at 4 o’clock in the morning?

Answer: Guilt.

But more on that later, let us take this story from the start.

***

Colors of violet and gold and blue were swept over the canvas with feathery movements. As you sat on the floor with your legs crossed, a brush in your hand and a concentrated look on your face, you could hear Ellie (beloved friend and roommate; darling and beautiful and above all - naïve) even over the music that was playing. She was in the other room, and going from the sound of it she was tearing out every piece of clothing she owned.
“I have NOTHING to wear!” Her angry voice sounded through the entire apartment and you closed your eyes and though of burning red and florescent green.
You turned away from your painting to look at her, for she had appeared in the doorway to the living room, which now was more or less your studio, and was only dressed in a towel even though her long golden hair was dry and a grumpy look was etched on her beautiful face and you thought of deep blue and sadness.
“What about that black sundress?” You suggested and then added “Haven’t you showered yet? Isn’t he supposed to be here in like… five minutes or something?” You really should have known better, this was not the right thing to say to an already stressed friend.
“IT’S IN THE LAUNDRY AND YES HE’S HERE IN FIVE MINUTES AND I HAVEN’T EVEN SHOWERED YET I’M PANICKING HERE, THIS DATE HAS TO BE PERFECT!”
The reason to this fright, if you looked pass the fact that she wasn’t yet ready with so little time to go, was that her boyfriend of 4 months would come over at any minute now and bring her on a dinner with his family. Anxious wasn’t enough to explain how she was feeling.

“Well, you always liked my purple one, it’s hanging in my closet, you could borrow that?” you suggested, wanting your friend to feel less stressed about the whole thing and the pure look of relief she send you was enough to make you feel like you’ve saved an entire village of starving children. She was vivid colors of lilac and baby blue.

“Could I? Really?! OH YOU’RE THE BEST!”

You, feeling almost shy about her gratitude mumbled that it was only a dress and turned back to your painting while Ellie skipped to your room to pick it up. Just then the doorbell rang and you could her Ellie scream swear words that would have had painted even the most fouled mouthed persons cheek in a blood red color. She stuck her head out the door frame again and looked at you with pleading eyes. “Could you PLEASE distract him while I shower? PLEASE?”

You managed to hold back a groan and got up from the floor. “Thank you!” you heard her scream, already on her way to the shower “and make up an excuse to way I’m late!” she added and you rolled your eyes at her, annoyed but slightly amused.

Despite Ellie and her boyfriend having dated for four months you had never met him. You knew of him and his band of course, but since you had just gotten back from traveling through Europe and he had a rather busy schedule the two of you had never met eye to eye.

The doorbell rang again, just before you opened the door, and when it flung open you could see a somewhat surprised and rather embarrassed Calum stand on the other side. Green and red and alive, you thought.

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Okay but listen to me

MC and Zen have a baby
They’re the smallest cutest thing and Zen cries when he has them in his arms
The baby loves to have Zen’s ponytail in their tiny hand
They also cry the first time they sleep alone in the nursery
You nudge Zen gently, sleep in your voice. “Mmh”
“Yeah ok, I’ll go.”
You notice he doesn’t return to the bed, but there’s no more crying.
You get up, making your way to the nursery, at first you don’t notice Zen sitting on the rocking chair with the child in his arms, but you hear his voice
Singing the baby to sleep, voice tired and quiet but so full of love

Okay bye

anonymous asked:

Okay so like do you ever think about harry just running offstage after a show and pulling you into a supply closet and fucking you into oblivion all sweaty and shit ugh im crying

ok yes like every day!!!!!!! and it would be so rushed because he wouldn’t want to get caught considering the boys would likely mock him forever. so it would be quick sloppy deep thrusts and his hand over your mouth and he’d like bite down lightly on your shoulder so he’d keep quiet oKAY THANKS BYE 

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Yes, you read that correctly… I actually wrote stuff O.o

I may have finished Mockingjay at 7AM the other day and started scribbling because OMG feels! right?!!

It’s barely a series of drabbles loosely linked by some sort of mental trip of mine but ellanainthetardis said I could post it =D

Below a cut because of reasons:

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Just imagine a tronnor coming out video

So you know hoe Connor is making a Q & A video soon, so just imagine him answering all the questions with Troye reading them, and at the end being like: “so there’s something I feel like you guys should know.. uh.. troye?” He looks at troye and Troye looks at his phone, where the questions are written. “Um yeah,” troye looks into connor’s eyes as if asking him if he’s sure and Connor nods and Troye gives him a shy smile. He looks straight into the camera: “So Connor, is Tronnor real?” Troye smiles shyly again but he keeps his eyes forward. Connor smiles and look at the camera, “I hope this answers your question.” Both of them turn their heads towards each other, and their lips touch. The video is over. So is my life. Bye.

Ive Waited Two Years To Know Why (Part 3) - Luke Hemmings Imagine

part 1 here   part 2 here 

The last thing you remembered before you blacked out was a familiar pair of boots walking towards you and you knew exactly who it was. Your mind clouded with questions as you slowly and weakly woke up. You opened your eyes but quickly shut them after seeing the bright light. You groaned in pain rested back down on the pillows. You felt a hand intertwine theirs with yours and you slowly opened your eyes, you looked down at your hand and looked up at who it belonged to seeing Luke. You weakly smiled at him. “Hey babe” Luke cooed from his position at the side of the bed a chair pulled closely to the bed. “Hey lukey” you whispered back. You pulled your hand out of Lukes grasp and ran your thumb under Luke’s eyes, your finger gliding over the black colour and the bags under his eyes. “You haven’t slept” you whispered. Luke reached up and grabbed your hand in his “I couldn’t not while you were laying here hurt” Luke explained running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry” you replied. “Don’t be sorry accidents happen baby girl” Luke explained still running his hand through your hair. “It wasn’t an accident Luke” you explained seriously.

Before Luke could say anything (y/f/n) busted through the door. You both looked up at her. “(y/f/n) what are you doing here?” Luke asked. “I’m here to see how my best friend is doing” she exclaimed brightly. You looked down and played with your hands. “Get out” you said calmly. “What why she’s here to see yo-“Luke said but you cut him off by walking away. You got up out of bed and took all the wires out from you. “(y/n)” Luke warned knowing whatever was about to happen wasn’t good. “Get out please I’m done with you” you said angrily standing in front of (y/f/n). “Okay but damn i obviously didn’t try hard enough guess I’ll have to do a better job next time” she said quiet enough so Luke wouldn’t hear she smirked at her threat. “Bye lukey” she said seductively sending him a wink. That’s when you snapped you weren’t usually a violent person and you didn’t like getting into fights but you just lashed out at her. She turned around to open the door but you grabbed her hair in your fist and slammed her face into the door. “(y/n) what the hell!?” Luke exclaimed wrapping his arms around you waist and pulling you away from (y/f/n). She walked over to you and slapped you in the face she stepped back and smirked again before walking towards the door. “What the hell is going on!?” Luke yelled angrily. You struggled in Lukes arms partly because the pain and partly because you wanted to rip (y/f/n)’s head off. “I’m in here god knows what’s wrong with me because of this fucking bitch she put me in here Luke! She hit me with her car, she caused the accident” you yelled staring at her tears brimming at her eyes while she continued smirking.

 Lukes jaw dropped and his grip around your waist tightened pulling you closer to him. “You hit her car because i dumped you?” Luke asked in disbelief. (y/f/n) smirked and walked out of the door. You collapsed in Lukes arms. “Why did  she do it she was supposed to be my best friend, i loved her i gave her everything and she manipulated me and used me to get to you” you said in-between sobs luke pulled you tighter towards him. He rubbed your back soothly until you calmed down. “i don’t know baby i don’t know calm down” Luke said while sighing. “i shouldn’t have come back” you mumbled while tears still fell from your eyes. “Don’t say that” Luke whispered his voice slightly cracking from his own tears. After you had calmed down Luke helped you back into bed attaching all the wires on you again. “i love you Luke” you said weakly while looking at you. Luke gave you a weak smile. You felt tired and weak you were probably just really sleepy but in the back of your mind you knew something wasn’t right. “i love you too” you heard Luke reply before you slowly slipped away.

Luke POV

After the whole thing with (y/f/n) i sat down on the bed next to (y/n)’s bed grabbing her hand in mine again. She looked so peaceful she was so beautiful. I watched her sleep peacefully but something didn’t seem right my mind was screaming at me to go get a doctor. I went a got a doctor and he checked her over immediately pushing me out the door as a bunch of nurses rushed in. What is going on? I sat outside of (y/n)’s room for almost 2 hours before the doctor finally came back. Is stood up quickly and jogged over to the doctor. “so doctor what’s the news?” i asked eagerly. His face instantly softened. “Im sorry…..but she has fallen in to a coma” the doctor explained sadly placing a hand on my shoulder and walking off. My world immediately came crashing down. “This can’t be happening” i mumbled to myself over and over again. I pinched myself to see if this was all real and unfortunately it was real. I walked into (y/n)’s room and sat down next to her bed the tears falling from my eyes onto her pale skin.

“I’m so sorry (y/n), I’m so very sorry, this is all my fault, c’mon babe please wake up, you just got back please (y/n) baby i need you please i love you c’mon babe please” i said while crying i gripped her hand shaking it. Just then my 3 boys burst into her room their faces immediately softened. Calum walked in first followed by Ashton and then Michael, Calum came over to me and pulled me up from the chair “c’mon buddy” Calum said sadly while pulling my arm out the door. We all filed out of the room and stood in front of her door i stood there staring blankly at the ground. “What happened” Michael asked sighed should i tell them? I really don’t want to repeat it because then I’ll know that this is all real and not some twisted dream i sighed and opened my mouth to speak “she’s in a coma” i told them. Just then my tears came falling again all of the boys pulled me in a group hug. “It’s going to be okay i promise” Ashton said quietly. “Not it’s not ash please don’t say that i just got her back i can’t loose her again” i cried to my 3 best friends. 

4 in the morning

Title - four in the morning

Part one of four (or five)

Summary - Your best friend has a new boyfriend  and really you shouldn’t be this happy for her.

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Question: What wakes you up at 4 o’clock in the morning?

Answer: Guilt.

But more on that later, let us take this story from the start.

***

Colors of violet and gold and blue were swept over the canvas with feathery movements. As you sat on the floor with your legs crossed, a brush in your hand and a concentrated look on your face you could hear Ellie (beloved friend and roommate; darling and beautiful and above all naïve) even over the music that was playing. She was in the other room and going from the sound of it she was tearing out every piece of clothing she owned out from her closet.

“I have NOTHING to wear!” Her angry voice sounded through the entire apartment and you closed your eyes and though of burning red and florescent green.

You turned away from your painting to look at her. She had appeared in the doorway to the living room (that now was more or less your studio) and was only dressed in a towel, even though her hair was dry, and a grumpy look was etched on her face. You thought of deep blue and sadness.

“What about that black sundress?” You suggested and then added “Haven’t you showered yet? Isn’t he supposed to be here in like… 5 minutes or something?” You really should have known better, this was not the right thing to say to an already stressed friend.

“IT’S IN THE FUCKING LAUNDRY AND YES HE’S HERE IN 5 MINUTES AND I HAVEN’T EVEN SHOWERED I’M FREAKING OUT HERE, THIS DATE HAS TO BE PERFECT!”

The reason to this panic, if you looked pass the fact that she wasn’t yet ready with so little time to go, was that her boyfriend of 4 months would come over at any minute now and bring her on a dinner with his family. Nervous wasn’t enough to explain how she was feeling.

“Well, you always liked my purple one, it’s hanging in my closet, you could borrow that?” you suggested, wanting your friend to feel less stressed about the whole thing and the pure look of relief she send you was enough to make you feel like you’ve saved an entire village of starving children. She was vivid colors of lilac and baby blue.

“Could I? Really?! OH YOU’RE THE BEST!”

You, feeling almost shy about her gratitude mumbled that it was only a dress and turned back to your painting while Ellie skipped to your room to pick it up. Just then the doorbell rang and you could her Ellie scream swear words that would have had painted even the most fouled mouthed persons cheek in a blood red color. She stuck her head out the door frame again and looked at you with pleading eyes. “Could you PLEASE distract him while I shower? PLEASE?”

You managed to hold back a groan and got up from the floor. “Thank you!” you heard her scream, already on her way to the shower “and make up an excuse to way I’m late!” she added and you rolled your eyes at her, annoyed but slightly amused.  

Despite Ellie and her boyfriend having dated for four months you had never met him. You knew of him and his band of course, but since you had just gotten back from traveling through Europe and he had a rather busy schedule the two of you had never met eye to eye.

The doorbell rang again, just before you opened the door, and when it flung open you could see a somewhat surprised and rather embarrassed Calum stand on the other side. Green and red and alive, you thought.

“Oh” he said “Sorry, I didn’t think you guys heard the first time…” then “So where’s Ellie?”

“In the shower” you answered shortly, studying him – he was wearing the same type of clothes you always saw him wearing in the pictures Ellie had shown you; dark, skinny jeans and a white t-shirt – but he was fresh and clean and you decided to approve of the boy that was dating your best friend.  “Work was running late so she only just got back, she said she’ll be as fast as she can.”

Then you added, for you and Calum only stood there, awkwardly not knowing what to do, “Would you like to come inside?”

He nodded, looking rather grateful, yellow yellow yellow, and stepped in.

You walked back to the living room/studio, sat down and picked up your paintbrush to start working again. The music was still blasting from the stereo and outside the living room window a sunset had begun setting resulting in a beautiful orange glow casting over the entire room, painting everything inside a burning shade of orange. The smell of oil paint filled the room and you loved it.

Calum sat down on the sofa and studied the room. Then he looked at your painting with admiration shining in his eyes and said “You’re very good”

“Thank you” you said, rather quietly, you were not very good with accepting praise.

Then a blink-182 song started playing and Calum’s head shot up. “Is it Ellie’s playlist?” he asked, excitedly. Yellow yellow yellow.

You laughed “God no! It’s mine, she can’t stand their music.” You stared at the eyes of the lady in the painting – but you couldn’t make up your mind of what colors they should be.

“Oh,” Calum said, sounding disappointed “But you like them?” he then added, more enthusiastic this time, orange this time.

You turned to face him “God yes! My first love really! And first concert!” Excitement shone through you, it felt like it radiated from your skin – golden.

“No? Really! When did you see them?” he sounded so endeared and affection for this boy started to set in your stomach.

“Oh I was only eight at the time!” you laughed and Calum’s eyes got enormous in disbelief. “EIGHT?” he asked, completely shocked. Dark, dark purple.

“Yes!” You continued “My brother brought me along, it was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had, I swear, I fell in love with music then and there!”

You and he continued to talk about your love for different bands for quite some time and you completely forget about the painting and Ellie and their date. Then – as you were telling a story about that time you found yourself in your first mosh pit – you got a little too excited and with the brush still in your hand you accidentally painted your cheek in a violet shade.

“Oh!” you said, feeling foolish and red red red. But Calum only laughed and it didn’t sound mocking at all but endeared and almost loving and he picked up a napkin from the table and sat down beside you to wipe it away.

It happened so suddenly, as he wiped away the paint his thumb brushed against your cheek and it felt electric, gold gold gold, and it made you want to lean forward, make him touch you more. Your eyes fixed with his and for a moment the two of you sat like that on the floor, staring at each other in almost disbelief then –

“I’M SO SORRY I’M LATE!” Ellie burst in and then stopped in the doorway, looking at the pair of you in something that resembled shock – dark red, dark blue, dark dark dark – Calum almost flied away from you and it shouldn’t hurt but it did, it was like the little piece of skin he touched you still burns and you looked away from the both of them to start painting again.

“There you are!” He almost screamed – a little too excitedly. “You look perfect, now let’s go!”

“Oh” you hear Ellie say, still rather taken aback, she seems to pull herself together rather fast though for then she calls a goodbye to you and you turn to them. Ellie is already in the hallway but you can see Calum standing in the doorway, giving you an almost confused look –red red and gold, “yeah, bye?” he says but it sound more like a question and really he shouldn’t sound so sad.

“Bye” you answer and it’s so quiet and blue and you wonder if the music drowned it out. He gives you one last look, you wonder if it is sadness you see in his eyes, and then he too is gone.

The feeling that settles in your stomach should perhaps worry you more than it does, it is both butterflies and anxiety both red and blue – yet you decide that it is only happiness due to the fact that your best friend has gotten herself such a nice boyfriend.

-This is your first mistake.

(I’M SO SORRY THIS IS SHIT I MIGHT NOT WRITE MORE OF THIS BUT I LIKED THE IDEA TOO BAD IT WAS BETTER IN MY HEAD AGaIN I’M SORRY)