unanswered text message

This Is What You Came For is complicated relationships and closed doors and appreciating your other half. It’s about the mystery and intrigue and wonder of a relationship as you stand on exotic balconies with champagne, hair a little mussed and wild. It’s strong coffee and  dancing in your kitchen to electric guitars.

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever is knowing someone’s bad for you but calling a cab and telling the driver where their place is. It’s sitting in your apartment hoping that they won’t waste the second chance you’ve given. It’s unanswered texts and voicemail messages. It’s fake smiles and Instagram filters to hide the heartbreak whilst looking sad in all the nicest placvesIt’s standing at the edge of the sea in the middle of the night, screaming your name to the ocean, falling to your knees beat and broken. It’s knowing you have to give the person up but that you’ll miss the addiction. 

Better Man is being alone in your apartment, sitting on a windowseat, reading a novel, a story that makes your heart ache. It’s tea and finding a photograph of kisses on cheeks. It’s remembering everything in flashes of colour that knock the wind out of you. It’s remembering others who broke you when you weren’t strong enough and it’s thanking God that you did the bravest thing and ran from this person who you would have made the one. 

These have been the talents of @taylorswift in 2016 who was “on a break” (insert Ross and Rachel joke here). I’ve written them this way so they tell a story. Whenever I put my writing out there, I kind of stop breathing. I hope you like it, beautiful humans (yes that includes  you @taylorswift ❤️)

I love it when I’m hearing an old ass song and the audio is crackly and there’s static noise and just overall poor sound quality. it sounds really mysterious and like something forgotten that was unearthed just for you and the singer is trying to drag u back to 1940 so you can take a bayonet in the belly but u have to stay in the present because u have 30 unanswered text messages and need internet access to google tandoori chicken recipes 

Finally: Part 6

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.2K
Warnings: Angst

A/N: YAY! I’m finally starting to write again! If I haven’t tagged you, please let me know (I’ve tried to get everyone!)

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A buzz sounds from your bedside table, and you roll over with a long sigh. You’ve been sulking in bed for almost a week now, telling work you were terribly sick and avoiding leaving your apartment all together. You hadn’t been eating or sleeping properly for days now; every time you closed your eyes the events from last week replayed in your mind, not able to get the sound of Bucky’s bedfellow out of your mind.

Your heart sinks as you read the 5th unanswered text message from Lee:

Hey, are you okay? I haven’t heard from you in a while… I miss you

You let another long sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you consider not replying. But you can’t avoid it any longer. You’d hoped that Lee would get the hint, you thought that being ignored for a week straight would be clear enough. But you needed to face the music; the very thing you’ve been avoiding.

Hi. I’m sorry, I’ve just got a lot going on right now. You’re great, it’s just I’m not in a good place right now… I’m sorry

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Puzzle Pieces (Jungkook)

A/N: Send us your requests for anything Bangtan-related you’d like to see! Our inbox is empty again!

Originally posted by jinkooks

Summary: Jungkook surprises you with date night
AU: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: I literally gave myself diabetes writing this
Word count: 1k

with love for Hannah, from Daisy^^

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My Body is Mine Not Yours.

We started out as nothing more then friends
But you always wanted something more
You pretended like you cared about me
But all along you just wanted sex
Grabbing at my body as if I was a Black Friday sale.
I finally said no
I am not a sale
Not a piece of ass
For you to “smash and pass”
I pushed away telling you to leave me alone
Unanswered text messages
Late nights, where you call screaming and crying, telling me I need to never talk to him again.
You showed up at my house,
With gas station flowers
And hands hungry to reach up my shirt
“Please, just go away” I beg and plead
You throw me against a wall
You tell me you love me
You kiss my neck as I try to push away.
You pull at the buttons on my shirt
I said no.
You left with hurt eyes on your face
You stabbed me a hundred times
And then you you acted like you where the one who was bleeding
And the worst part was everyone was helping you
While I was bleeding to death.

anonymous asked:

Is it normal for people with BPD to get panic attacks over something as small as an unanswered text message? Because I just got totally enraged because my so-called "friend" has been ignoring me for ten hours straight but I don't feel like telling her anything because it gives me anxiety.

Yes, it is! 


Brock looked down at his phone with a frown. Brian hadn’t texted him in a few hours, which was unusual. He knew that his boyfriend was studying for his psychology final he had the next day, but he was also worried that he wasn’t taking the time to take care of himself. Brock had hardly seen him in a week.

Granted, it was finals week, and both were pretty stressed preparing for the tests and graduation, but Brian had a tendency to overwork himself and forget to eat or sleep; something Brock had to frequently remind him to do. 

Now, as he stared at the unanswered text message, Brock was fairly certain he was going to have to march over to Brian’s dorm room, and drag him out to dinner by his hair. 

He waved goodbye to his roommate Evan, who had his own nose buried deep within a textbook, before grabbing his room key and his wallet and leaving the dorm. Brian lived across campus, so Brock set a determined pace to the other building.

He was there within ten minutes, and let himself into the building. Brian lived on the third floor, and when Brock knocked on the door, he heard a distracted and tired, “It’s open.”

Brock opened the door and saw Brian sitting on his bed, his legs crossed and a book open on his lap. His elbows were rested on his knees and his hands were in his hair, holding his head up. “You know, any kind of weirdo could just walk in here.”

“With any luck they’ll have a gun and will shoot me.” Brian responded, not looking up.

“Have you eaten today?” Brock asked, sitting down next to him.

“Please don’t start with me, Brocky.”

Brock bit his cheek, deciding on a different approach. “So, I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. It’s impossible to put down.” A slight twitch at the corner of Brian’s mouth was the only reaction he got. He continued on. “Brian, have you ever tried to eat a clock? It’s very time consuming.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m hilarious. I’d tell you a joke about chemistry, but I’m afraid I’d get no reaction.” and finally, when Brian looked up, Brock pulled the funniest face he could muster. Brian burst out into laughter, his arms clutching his stomach.

“You…are the biggest dork.” he gasped out between breaths.

“Ah, but I got you to look up from your book.” Brock grinned. “Now, you’ve literally studied all you can, Bri. You have the highest grade in that class. You will graduate whether you fail the final or not. You need to eat and sleep. Both of which I know for a fact you have not been doing. Get dressed. I’m taking you to dinner.” He grabbed the book from Brian’s lap before he could protest.

“But Brocky…” Brian whined.

Brock shook his head. “Nope, pants on now. March.”

Brian pouted but dropped his feet to the floor. “Fine, bossypants. I kinda like when you get like this. Very sexy.”

“Maybe I’ll let you study me like you studied those textbooks. After you sleep of course.”

“Promises, promises.”


It struck Dick often in the past two weeks how ironic all of this was. His phone was blown up every day with unanswered texts and messages, all from Wally and Dick didn’t read a damn one. The longer he waited, the harder it got, until he couldn’t look at the device at all. He remembered when the two of them got together, two and a half years ago, and only three months in Wally had tried to break it off in the same method; silence. But at least Wally had been trying to protect someone else. Dick was just trying to protect himself. 

Things had been quiet on the mission front for the team. A few retcons here and there, but otherwise nothing that had required the entire team. So, until now, Dick had been fairly successful in avoiding Wally. He’d seem him only twice in the past two weeks. Today, however, they were going through a sparring practice to keep the absence of action from making them slow- mandatory by Black Canary. So, Robin emerged from the Zeta tube that afternoon with all guards up. Wally’s crimson and gold uniform caught his eye instantly, but he looked away and joined the group, standing next to M’gann. Just had to get through the afternoon. 

zane&derek → here we go again

Derek was sitting at the bar, his ounce of rye gone, and his phone between his hands as he scrolled through all his unanswered texts messages that he sent to Polinsky over the last week, the anger boiling and bubbling over now. By now he was so drunk and angry, there was sweat dripping from his forehead and underneath his armpits as well. He ran a hand through his bangs and asked for another shot of rye which he poured down as soon as. The heat running down his throat and into the bottom of his stomach. He pounded his hands on the counter and flexed out all of his fingers, and then cracked his knuckles one by one. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted none other than Zane Foster. Of course he had and of course he was here. Spinning on his seat, he stepped off onto the ground and walked up to him with his drunk, shit eating grin. “Foster, hey buddy. Fuck do I have a bone to pick with you.” He groaned.

Imagine #69 Liam [Requested]

Liam Dunbar’s arrival to Beacon Hills altered the sentiment amidst your heart; the core of your spirit. Freshman year implemented the pioneer voyage of friendships that would accompany you throughout teenage milestones you’d reminisce about during adulthood, relationships that would give impression on romantic interests in the future, and knowledge that would provide stepping stones to career paths. Liam became an influential identity in your life; offering solace with a handsome compassionate smile and relentless devotion. As of late, he was becoming distant; ignoring text messages, unanswered phone calls and avoiding mutual classes. The distance wedged in the friendship caused a tenacious collision to your heart; the romantic vulnerability imposing an ingrained misgiving. Liam’s strange behavior was wreaking composure; the compulsion to mend the friendship crushing rationality.

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The first thing I will show you is the worst of me. I will leave your text messages unanswered and I will tell you all the reasons past lovers have left me. I will tell you the stories of the hurt I’ve caused the people that have loved me and I will sneak out of your room while you sleep. I will move away when you try to hold my hand and I will fight you about anything and everything.

And if you stay, I will show you my best. I don’t know what that is yet, but I’ll make something up for you.

—  Best (99/?)

Feeling a little nervous, Audrie tapped her cell phone against her thigh. She hadn’t heard from Nathan all day and with five missed calls and six unanswered text messages, her mind could only start to assume the worst. Maybe he was just ignoring her. Everyday since they shared with her parents the news, he would come over, mainly to help her study and eat dinner with her family, but today was different. It was already extremely late and raining hard outside, she knew the chances of him coming over were low. Turning off the television in the living room, she sighed as she gave up on waiting for him. As if right on time, she heard a soft knock on the front door, once she made it to the staircase. She quickly walked over to the door and opened it, revealing Nathan standing there on her porch. She was about to scold at him, until she took a closer look at him. Audrie gasped at the sight of his bloodied and bruised face. “Oh my god, what happened?”