yes the bomb may be falling, if the line’s where you stood. man i know it’s a real big shame about your neighbourhood. i’m the wrong kind of people, why’d you listen to me? just the islander breathing in and out and
A/N: Hi guys! So i got inspired by their MV to write a Don’t Wanna Cry Series. It’s gonna be just really short drabbles and it’s also gonna be emo but I hope you guys enjoy it! Here is Joshua’s drabble! Oh! And I will be putting in lyrics from the song at the end of the drabble! Also posted this on Seventeen’s 2nd anniversary, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BOYS! 💕
To the Anon who sent me the ask: “Any Ed Sheeran lyric + Drarry”. One, you had no way of knowing that the day before you sent me the message, my friend and I GOT ED TICKETS FOR NEXT SUMMER and it feels like this drabble was fate. Two, I somehow managed to delete your ask and I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.
I’m going to pick up the pieces and build a Lego house. If things go wrong we can knock it down.
He was mostly asleep on the couch when the fire raged to life, and he didn’t bother opening his eyes. He felt his feet move, his shoes gently taken off. He honestly didn’t remember not taking them off. He’d been at the castle all day, repairing Hagrid’s hut. It was the last thing to do, and it had taken them two years to get to it. He was exhausted, but it wasn’t from the work. He felt ninety, haggered and broken.
“I’m done,” he said for the millionth time. “I’m tired of this.”
“Mhmm,” Draco said, laying down on top of him and snuggling into the space like a cat.
“We can’t keep doing this,” he added.
"So you’ve said,” Draco sighed. “Wait, I know my part.”
He looked up, “Next, I’ll say ‘okay, so let’s tell them’, and then you’ll say 'not until the castle is finished’ or 'not until Hermione has her Ministry position’ or 'not until I tell Ginny’, and I’ll say 'okay’, and then none of that will happen and we’ll be having this conversation again in ten days.”
Harry rolled his eyes.
“Tell me what you need to hear so you can go back to sleep. You look awful,” Draco smirked.
Harry gripped onto Draco’s torso like he was falling, and Draco just shook his head against Harry’s chest and snuggled down closer.
"It’s okay, Harry. I know. There’s no rush,” Draco said.
But that wasn’t true. There was a rush. There was a rush for Harry to stop feeling like a coward. He was in a race with himself, to be allowed to show his happiness, to tell everyone that he was completely in love with this man. The problem was that whenever he tried to get the sentence out of his mouth, the words died in an embarrassing squawk, and the pain in his neck made him want to throw up.
He thought back to eighteen months earlier, when everyone had showed up at the same time to help with the ruins of their home. The ancient stones were not salvageable in many places, and more people than he’d expected had come back less than a week after the battle. He suspected they all felt the same way; like they couldn’t really do anything or speak or move forward. At least helping clean up had given their hands something to do.
At first, Harry had assumed the Slytherins had been there against their will, but they worked just as hard as everyone else. When the others began to trickle back to their lives, to reparation trials, to offered jobs and summer plans, the Slytherins had stayed the longest.
They had been there with Harry when a strange new set of first years had been ushered into a castle that was still a patchwork quilt of lost lives and broken promises of safety.
They had been there in the shadows of the Great Hall, when Harry had stood beside Draco and begun to silently cry during the Sorting Hat’s song.
They had been there when Draco’s cool, firm grip had taken his hand without question and held it until his sobs had subsided.
When even they were gone, the two of them had worked side by side, not speaking for hours on end.
When Harry had finally given in and kissed Draco firmly as they shifted the last stone into the North tower, no one else had been there to see.
And no one had seen since.
“Let’s go. Right now,” he said, shaking his blond blanket off and standing too quickly, wobbling slightly in the head rush. “Hermione and Ron are home. We’ll go tell them. If we bring pizza, Ron might not kill me where I stand.”
Draco chuckled, but didn’t get up from the couch.
“Why does it matter? We are happy, aren’t we?” He said, yawning.
“That’s not the same as being alive,” Harry said, looking at his feet. “We should both just get to be alive, okay?”
He went to the fireplace and held out the pot of Floo powder. A small, scared smile crossed Draco’s face as he stood up, and Harry’s heart pounded with comfortable, necessary fear.
And out of all these things I’ve done, I think I love you better now.
Request from anon:would you mind making me a one shot where yn can sing but nobody knows but bucky hears her in the shower or smth but he doesn’t tell her. Then one day he comes back hurt and he asks cap to bring yn and he asks her to sing to him because he wants to hear her b4 he dies and she’s like what but she sings 2 him because she likes him and him her and everyone’s kinda in awe cause nobody knew she sings and bucky doesn’t die and fluff please?!?!?!
Note: I relied on google translate so I apologise if it is wrong but where you see the word ‘krasivaya’ it means ‘beautiful’.
Dying!Bucky x Reader
Words: 2,435 (sorry I got carried away!)
Warnings: Mentions of injuries and blood, angst, and fluff.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their wonderful creators <3 Song lyrics used don’t belong to me, they belong to Ellie Goulding ‘Army’ and John Legend ‘All of Me’.
You hated it when they went on a
mission without you; not because you were jealous at the fact that they got to
fight evil while you did nothing more than some menial paperwork but because
all you found yourself doing was worrying. Not all of them were as invincible
as they liked to think that they were more so a certain James Buchanan
Barnes. He was still a broken man and
you knew all too well that he used these missions as a way of escape….which is
why he went on every single one.
It didn’t seem to matter to him that
he was exhausted but it did to you. This wasn’t the sort of job you could be
even the slightest bit tired in unless you didn’t really value your life that
much It was why you felt you needed to be there with him, making sure he didn’t
do anything stupid, but you weren’t required….and you were hardly going to
argue with Fury about it. Once he’d made up his mind that was it, there was no
They were leaving at the crack of
dawn that day so you set your alarm early enough to give yourself time to
shower before heading out onto the helipad to say goodbye to them all.
This was a really long request so hopefully I got everything you asked for in it, but sorry if I miss anything or don’t write it the way you imagined. Hopefully it’s good enough though, thanks for the request I really liked this idea! :-)
Also, I don’t know the actual lyrics to Coming Home because let’s be honest at some bits it’s kinda hard to understand what Brad is singing haha! Anyway I googled the lyrics and this is what they came up as so, sorry if they’re wrong! It’s such a cute song though!
Summary: BigHit Entertainment was supposed to be the start of your producing career, and when Bang Si-Hyuk assigns you to work with the popular group BTS, things don’t go according to plan because of the hot-headed, perfectionist: Min Yoongi.
The next few weeks while working with Y/N was like a blur to me. I couldn’t help but feel spiteful towards her. She knew exactly what she doing and that bothered me so much more. To add on she wasn’t even mean, if anything she was the complete opposite. I was surprised she hadn’t snapped at me yet. She still continued to bring me coffee even after all the times I had deliberately rejected her, and even though she knew I was ignoring her, she still included me in her conversations about the track. And lately, I’ve started to notice the rest of the members had gotten closer to her. They never stopped talking about her, whether it was at home or at practice, I just couldn’t go a day without hearing her name.
“Hyung, why don’t you just give her a chance?” Jimin had asked me on the way back home. We had just gotten finished with our interview with a magazine.
“I did. Haven’t you seen us work together? Her work just doesn’t impress me.” I bluntly stated, looking back at the rearview mirror to see Jimin frowning. I wasn’t sure why he was always so pressed on me, as if he wanted us to be best friends or something.