swallow's song

anonymous asked:

Could you write a niall blurb about being mad at eachother and he keeps trying to fix it every time he does whatever it is wrong by buying chocolate an flowers and your tired of him doing that to make up for his wrong doing?

Niall had been known to disappear when he was recording.  When the two of you started dating, he took off after your third date because the group was in the middle of recording FOUR.  You didn’t hear from him for almost two weeks.  You moved on, even said yes to a date with another guy.  So when Niall called up the night before your date like nothing was wrong, it took him three hours to get you to understand.  

What made you finally crack and give him another chance?  Any man who would spend three hours on the phone trying to convince you he wasn’t playing with your head was probably someone worth taking another look at.

When the group went off to record Made in the A.M. it wasn’t such a shock.  In fact, you weathered the almost three week absence rather well.  You had classes and exams to take your focus anyway.

Besides, when Niall finally returned…he was good at making it up to you.  Very good.

It had been a week since he’d kissed your forehead, told you he would call you later and walked out of your house.  He hadn’t called or texted since.  It was like he’d dropped off the face of the earth.  He didn’t even come home for a change of clothes.  

And it wouldn’t have bothered you, if he hadn’t left you sitting next to an empty chair across from your parents at an expensive Italian restaurant.  Your mother did what she always did, she tried to ignore the elephant in the room while your father boisterously exclaimed that he loved Italian food and this was some of the best he’d ever had.

Humiliated didn’t even begin to explain how you felt.  Alone, empty, betrayed and generally pissed off came close.  

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아직 나는 여전히 똑같은 나인데
예전과 똑같은 나는 여기 있는데
너무나 커져버린
거짓이 날 삼키려 해
“I’m still the same me–the me from before is still here, but the lie that’s gotten too big is trying to swallow me up.”

Song: Lie

Kacchako Week Day 0


Day 0: Rainbow

“Looks like we both forgot our umbrellas today, huh?”

Bakugou turns as Ochako’s sing-song voice comes from behind. She steps out of the gym, with a towel coiled around her neck and that fucking smile that was always on her face, and comes to his side to take refuge from the rain.

With a “tch”, he thrusts his hands deep into his pockets and slouches against the wall. “I didn’t forget mine,” he emphasizes, “I left it in class.”

Puzzled, Ochako cocks her head to the side, “isn’t that the same as forgetting it?”

“It’s not the fucking same!” She snorts and struggles to hold back her laughter as Bakugou’s infamous temper flares. “I remembered to bring it but I just left in the fucking classroom!”

“Hmmm,” Ochako hums in faux contemplation before finally shrugging, “sounds like forgetting it to me.”

“Fuck you! Do you wanna fucking die?!”

Laughing, she pats him on the shoulder and almost immediately his temper dissipates and all he can pay attention to is how her hand remains on his shoulder. The two of them fall silent as the downpour crackles in the background like white noise, softening the edges of the campus with watercolor hues of grey-tinted indigo. Charcoal ash clouds roll across the grim sky, plump and heavy with the weight of the rain.

“I didn’t see you at lunch today.”

Ochako’s soft voice breaks the silence.

“I had shit to take care of,” he mumbles unconvincingly and she grows quiet and pulls her hand away, sensing the aloofness in his voice. “Well,” she starts bashfully, “will…I see you tomorrow?” The edges of her voice are tinged with hope and it makes him feel guilty because he wanted to see her but he needed to end this – whatever they were – before he ended up regretting it.

So he throws his shoulders up as if to shrug away the question and mutters, “I dunno.” The lie feels heavy on his tongue, “it’s not like I keep a fucking schedule for this shit.”

He hears her hum in thought before she admits quietly, “I enjoy it though.” A pause and then, “spending time with you, I mean.”

He whirls around to look at her, his mouth gaping and eyes wide as her words strike him like a thunderbolt, shaking him to the very marrow of his bones. They play over and over again in his mind – “I enjoy it though. Spending time with you.” – and his rouge heart is desperate to respond in kind; to tell her that he felt the same way, that he wanted to be with her for just a little longer, to hear her voice and her laughter for just a little longer.

The disappointment is almost palpable as the sky begins to clear and the grey clouds grow increasingly punctured with streams of sunlight. “Looks like the rain’s cleared,” Ochako announces, holding out a hand to test her theory, then turns to look at Bakugou. She stops, giving him the chance to say something, and then smiles sadly when he doesn’t. “I guess I’ll see you around then.”

She takes a step and, before he realizes it, his hand shoots out and grabs hold of hers. Ochako stops in her tracks, autumn eyes wide with surprise as Bakugou keeps her anchored to place with his nervous grasp. His fingertips tremble with the words he cannot say but are reflected in his wide-eyed gaze: I’m sorry. Don’t go. Stay. Stay a little bit longer.

He then blinks, as if waking from a spell and realizing what he was doing. Flustered, he makes a move to let go but Ochako stops him, interlacing their fingers and tightening her grip.

“Bakugou-kun?” She encourages him softly. Pride was a hard pill to swallow but the song of her voice makes him brave and fills him with the courage to say the words he was too afraid to say.

“Tomorrow,” he promises breathlessly, “I’ll be there tomorrow.”

Her face brightens with a smile and she nods in acknowledgement. “Ok.” She closes the gap between them and leans up to plant a chaste kiss on his cheek before pulling away with an embarrassed giggle. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

She lets go of his hand and, with a wave, breaks into a run, leaving him in stunned silence.

In the spring of his 3rd year at UA, Bakugou learned two things.

First, that he was hopelessly in love with Ochako Uraraka.

And second, she kissed as tenderly as a rainbow kisses the sky after the storm.

when my nan picked me up earlier to give me a lift to the train station she was like “oh no! I got you something but I forgot to bring it with me” so I said it’s ok there’s still time to go and get it if you want, so she walks home and then comes back to the car and hands me a wedge of my favourite cheese :’-) she said “there you go, you can eat it on the train” (which I’m not doing even though my soul wants me to). how cute…she has peculiar ways but I love them

time to shut down

There are several widely spaced, yet firm knocks on her door.

Honey forces her eyes open and flits them over to the clock on her phone, which says almost a quarter to four. In the morning. Four AM. Zero-four-hundred hours.

If it was anyone else at the door, she would be more than just irritated–she does love her sleep–but as it is, she knows that knock, and even so late, and so tired, her stomach does a little flip.

Tadashi is leaning his head against the doorframe when she pulls the door open, eyelashes fluttering against his pale cheeks, and he looks like he may have fallen asleep in the thirty seconds it took for her to get there.

“Hey,” he mumbles, looking up at her blearily, bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hey,” she responds.

She knows this look of his: dark circles under the eyes, chapped lips, and a raspy, husky voice when he says, “Honey, can I sleep here tonight?”

Standard “problem with the project” look. Her mind flashes to Baymax sitting in his compartment, possibly making popping and whirring noises, which leads to thoughts of Tadashi bent over his work desk, grimacing as he calculates and configures. 

Ah, more flip-flopping in her stomach.

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The First Time (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: can you do a Bellamy imagine centered around “I just need a chick I can grind with, shine with, spend every dime with, and ball till it’s over. Swear that ass you got behind you got me standing at a attention like a soldier” Lmao thanks 😂❤️💕

A/N: hell yeah i can, sorry it took so long i was a bit stuck with this one as i didn’t know exactly what you wanted so I hope you like it xox 

Now that the Ark was on the ground, the parties became a thousand times better. First of all, they were no longer filled with people who only went to get drunk - there’s music. Actual music! It’s blasting from inside the Ark, being heard perfectly. You smile, sipping on your drink as you sway your body to the music. Bellamy smirks, looking at you through his lashes. He puts his hands on your hips, pulling you against his own body. It’s too crowded for Bellamy’s liking and he doesn’t like how when everyone walks past they brush up against you. 

“How is it that your body alone makes everyone else so… irrelevant?” He leans closely to you, his perfect lips brushing your earlobe. Shivers run down your spine and you feel a tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach.

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Sweet Dreams - Assorted Flavours (1/?)

Title: Sweet Dreams - Assorted Flavours
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Rating: General Audiences (for now at least)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None

It’s finally here, the collection I promised at the end of Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This). It took me a while to get the first chapter done, but well, there was the issue of the epic fuck-up concerning the name of the whiskey cupcakes. Bucky was not amused. 

This fic won’t have much in terms of a plot arch, the chapters are written to work as standalones, but the entire collection will be losely bound together by their connection to the original fic, and the chapters are based on suggestions I got after posting the last chapter of Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This). I’m still taking requests for this, so if there’s anything you’d like to see, feel free to send your suggestions. :) And for those wondering: there probably won’t be cupcake recipes for every chapter, but I’ll bake and post whenever the chapter allows for it.

Tags: @ursulaismymiddlename, @loup-malin, @4theluvofall, @booksandshowsandmovies-ohmy, @assbutt-son-of-a-bitch

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