why he no breath

Harry Drabble #1

A/N: Posting a piece of my writing on here has been long anticipated and I’d just like to thank The Hebirth™ squad for giving me a whole bunch of love when I was thinking about posting! This is a teeny little piece, but I hope to post more writing on here in the coming weeks! I hope you enjoy xx


Harry has to be honest: He’s never met anyone quite like Y/N. Sure, he’d gotten along fine with plenty of other people, but nobody had just clicked like he and Y/N did. He’s sure that’s why he’d ended up at her flat tonight, his breath smelling suspiciously of booze.

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Follow Your Heart

by vanoss-videos

Chapter 1.

When Jonathan was younger, his father always told him to follow his heart and listen to his gut no matter where it takes him.

Well, right now, it took him to the outside of a gaming convention in California. And damn, he never realized how big of a place it is. Thousands of people walking around, enormous groups of people surrounding him, and worst of all, he came alone.

“I’m an idiot” Jonathan mumbled to himself. He could feel his anxiety start to build, and he was becoming short breathed. He doesn’t know why he came, it’s not like he knew of any youtubers in the first place. He just wanted to see the games and find out if there were any new releases coming out soon.

As soon as he walked indoors, his anxiety skyrocketed up and he had no idea where he was. All he knew was that he was moving his legs, but everything else was a blur until he hit a wall. Well, not a wall, but a person. He heard someone talking to him but in his current state, he could hardly breathe. His legs were moving again and then he was outside, and the person was snapping fingers in his face. Jonathan looked up and damn, this dude was handsome as hell.

“Are you okay?” asked the tall figure. “Yeah, no, not really. I don’t know where I am” answered Jon. He took a second to look around and then he remembered he was at a convention. “Well you’re at a gaming convention, my name’s Evan. Who are you here with?” Jonathan thought for a second and then remembered, “I’m not here with anyone. I just came here to see if there were any new games being released. I’m Jonathan though,” and he held out his hand and met it with the taller man’s hand. Evan looked at him for a second, “So you play games…” observed Evan. Jonathan let out a laugh, “No, I just came because I wanted to have an anxiety attack on purpose. Of course I play video games!” Evan then started to blush, “Well I didn’t know why else you would be here!” and seemed to be embarrassed. Jonathan thought it was kinda cute but he couldn’t even think about that, he didn’t even know the man.

Evan helped him up off of the pavement and started walking with him. “So you play video games, huh? Which system?” asked Evan. “I don’t want to be an enemy here…but I prefer Xbox over PS4” replied Jonathan. “It’s cool, I play Xbox too” Evan replied while smiling. They continued small talk as they reached the indoor area once again, and Jonathan felt something different about Evan. He just couldn’t put his tongue to it. When they walked inside Evan couldn’t help but be intrigued by Jonathan because he had no idea who he was, and because he seemed so into what he talks about.

When they reached the Xbox booth, they decided to play a game of Call of Duty against each other. Jonathan went under the name Delirious and Evan went under the name Vanoss.

“What kind of name is Vanoss?” asked Jonathan. Evan laughed and said “Well what kind of name is Delirious?” Jonathan rolled his eyes and got ready for the game to start. Without realizing it, the two had gathered up a large crowd watching them go at each other in the game. Within the final seconds of them game, they were tied and it was intense. Around the corner came Vanoss, but without realizing it Delirious was one step ahead of him and sniped him from above. Jonathan had won and people were amazed at what he done, yet he had no idea why.

Evan walked over to him and shook his hand, “Good game man. You really know how to play,” he said. Jonathan smiled and said “That’s what happens when you stay up every night practicing those sniping skills,” and then took a picture together.

When it was getting later and the convention was about to close, the two that spent the day together eventually had to separate. The two bid goodbye and Jonathan quickly turns around with hope and says, “Evan, will I ever see you again?” But it was too late, he was already gone.

All Jonathan had was Evans name and gamer name.

tinybirbs  asked:

Ephemeral Michael¿ :0c

Ephemeral - lasting a very short time

Michael was in the bathroom. With Jeremy. A part of him wanted nothing more than to hug him, or kiss him, but another part was furious. He just, leaves, and doesn’t say a word to him, and the one moment he gets with him is in a bathroom while he’s drunk off his ass? No fucking way.

Michael stalks forward, pushing against Jeremy’s chest. They lock eyes, and Michael honestly can’t tell want he’s feeling. They used to be able to read each other like a book. What happened? The Squip.

“Squip got your tongue?”

“No, it’s-it’s off.” Michael felt a spark of hope in his chest. He could talk to Jeremy, no optic nerve blocking to get in the way.

“That would explain why you’re talking to me.” He looks down to the side, and breathes deeply, settling his nerves. “I was thinking about this moment, what I was gonna say to you,” he glances back up, “I had this really pissed off monologue, an epic journey through twelve years of friendship.” Jeremy shifts on his feet. Michael loses his train of thought. “What?”

“Nah it’s just…it’s really great to see you man.” Michael shoves that spark of hope back behind his anger and his pain.

“Well it won’t be when you hear what I found out.” Michael gestured with his hands. “This guy I play Warcraft with told me his brother went from a straight d’s student to a freshman at Harvard.” Jeremy perks up a bit, and Michael gets a bit of grim satisfaction that it isn’t gonna go the way Jeremy thinks. “You know where he is now?”

“Really happy and successful?” Michael waits a beat, then finally strikes his main blow.

“He’s in a mental hospital.” Jeremy’s face drops, and Michael presses on. “Totally lost it.”

“Alright, I don’t see how that has to do with me-”

“Think man!” Michael snaps. “We’re talking about an insanely powerful super computer! You think it’s primary function is to get you laid? Who made them? How did they end up in a high school, IN NEW JERSEY!?” Michael threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “Of all possible applications for such a mind-blowingly advanced technology, you ever wonder what it’s doing inside of you?!” Michael huffs as he ends his rant, and Jeremy stares back blankly. The air was tense, and it only got worse as Jeremy tsked.

“And I thought Chloe was jealous.”

“I’m honestly asking!” Couldn’t he see that he was concerned?! That he cared?!

“Oh really? Cuz I think that you’re just pissed that I have one and you don’t.” Was-was he serious? He thought he was jealous? Of a stupid tic tac?

“Come on.” Michael scoffed and Jeremy narrowed his eyes.

“Hey maybe I got lucky alright?! Is that so weird?!” He stepped towards Michael, forcing him to step back with him. “I mean with my history, I would say that the universe owned me one. And look, I don’t know about your ‘friend’s brother whatever’ but if you’re telling me the Squip made him crazy-”

Michael quickly interrupted. “The Squip didn’t make him crazy-”

Jeremy butted in. “Alright there you go-”

Michael had had enough. He raised his voice and shoved Jeremy hard in the chest.

“HE WENT CRAZY TRYING TO GET IT OUT!” Jeremy froze, then relaxed and put his hands in his pockets.

“Well, then I’ve got nothing to worry about.” He shrugged, and Michael’s breath hitched. “Why would I want that-”

Michael finally stepped forward and blocked the door as Jeremy tried to leave.

“Come on man, move.” Michael tilted his head forward. He had nothing else to lose. Not a friend, not a reputation, and certainly not a boyfriend. 

“Or you’ll what?”

“Get out of my way,” and Michael could sense it, this small moment, as alcohol swam through his body and numbed but also sharpened every sensation, like the music pumping through the door, the smell of vomit in the room, and the thud of his heart as Jeremy leaned forward to hiss at him, ”loser.”

Michael’s spark of hope fluttered out as Jeremy pushed past him, and slammed the door behind him. With a blank face and a heavy heart, Michael stumbled into the bathtub to relive that one, small, horrible moment in his head until it lost all meaning, or until he woke up from this nightmare with his player two by his side.

im in shock

me, who is unhealthily obsessed with miya atsumu due to his all-round brand of gorgeousness despite him literally being in a few chapters so far: ohmygod  M I Y A A A A A A A A A A A A A A

furudate-sensei: guess what NOW THERE’S TWO OF HIM

me, sweating nervously, heart-rate skyrocketing, on my hands and knees, close to tears: wh-what

  • people: ugh the girl squad this seasons haven't been good friends to sana at all!! vilde is so fake!!! noora is so fake!!! snakes!!!! ugh i can't stand sara and the pepsi max squad. they are such snakes.
  • isak: *looks at sara & the girls* ugh girls. (as in sara & the pepsi max squad) fake fake fake.
  • people: OMG ISAK IS SEXIST. OMG. WHY DOESN'T ANYONE CALL HIM OUT????? O M G !!!!
BTS Reacts: I Love You

Request: hi! i was wondering if you could do a bts reaction maybe?🙈 to their s/o hugging them from behind and whispering “i love you” with their head on his back/shoulder (it depends😹) -this is so soft😭- thank you!

Originally posted by fuckindestruction

Warning: Mentions of pregnancy

A/N: Kongnamul is Korean for “Bean Sprout”. Kongnamulguk is Korean for “Bean Sprout Soup”.

Seokjin (Jin)

You held tightly at the hem of Seokjin’s oversized tan hoodie, scrunching your nose at the tears stinging your eyes. This is stupid, you thought. It’s only going to be a month. We’ve done longer distances than this. You exhaled a sigh. Must be the pregnancy hormones.

You idly rubbed your tummy, baby bump barely noticeable, but to you, it felt like you were carrying the world. Your world. The moment you and Seokjin had waited years for, for what felt like the right time to start your family. A small smile spread across your lips, despite the still lingering tears.

Seokjin smiled politely and handed over his passport. He turned towards you, a protective arm slipping around your shoulders. “What’s the matter, Jagiya?”

You looked up to him through long lashes and pouted. “I don’t like it,” you murmered. A sad smile spread across his plump lips. “I know, Jagi.” He lifted your chin with a slim finger and you found nothing but happiness resting in his eyes. “It will only be a month. I’ll FaceTime you and little kongnamul every night, okay?”.

A giggle escaped your closed lips and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the nickname. The doctor had called you with the news while you were both out to dinner and you happened to be eating kongnamulguk, and the name just seemed to stick.

Seokjin turned away to receive his passport, thanking the woman at the desk and bowing slightly. Happiness flooded through you, staring up at him, and you were sure of nothing more in the world that this was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your days with. You snaked your arms around his slim waist and nuzzled your cheek into the back of his broad shoulders.

“I love you,” you breathed. You could feel heat burning in your cheeks and tears stinging your eyes again. You quickly wiped them away, pulling away from Seokjin’s tall frame.

He smiled shyly, a hand coming up to cover his smile. “Aish, you’re cute, (Y/N). Can’t you just stay pregnant forever if you keep acting this cute?”.

Originally posted by agustdefsoul

Yoongi (Suga)

You stretched the muscles of your neck from side to side, setting down your pen on your World Culture text book. You looked behind you from your place on Yoongi’s studio couch, sprawled out on your stomach, to Yoongi who was working diligently away on his computer. You eyes followed his side profile, from his pinched eyebrows in concentration, to the downturn of his lips, muttering something under his breath you couldn’t quite catch.

You bit your lip and glanced down to his work space, littered with his small, black leather notebook, a couple of pencils and erasers and sticky notes. You closed your text book, and adjusted your shorts, before exiting the room.

Yoongi shifted in his seat, looking back to where you had just lay, before adjusting his headphones and returning his attention to the screen.

You returned moments later, a napkin, a bottle of water and one of Yoongi’s favorite cold bottled coffees in both hands. You came up behind him, his eyes still fervently searching the screen for the solution to some unseen problem. You leaned down and gently blew at the exposed skin of the nape of his neck, smiling when little mountains of goosebumps rose to the surface.

You reached over his shoulders and placed down the napkin on his work space, setting the cold, coffee on top and the water bottle next to it. You watched as a small, appreciative smile came to life, and couldn’t help but return it. You slid the palms of your hands from the tops of his shoulders down the hills of his chest to rest lightly on his toned stomach.

“I love you,” you whispered in his ear. You watched as the small smile turned gummy, and he looked down, the blush creeping up his neck barely noticeable in the dim light

“I love you, too,” he chuckled, the low timber of his unused voice sending butterflies soaring in your chest.

Originally posted by hobipd

Hoseok (J-Hope)

You bobbed your head to the resounding base, idly scrolling through social media on your phone. You sat, perched on one of the blue dance mats, ignoring the dull ache in the base of your spine for easy companionship with Hoseok as he perfected a dance for another episode of Hope on the Street. You set your phone beside you and watched Hoseok carefully, from his controlled facial expressions, to the way his body naturally seemed to pop and lock into place where he so chose. You admired the way he could move his body so effortlessly, every carved out muscle under his control.

The song started over, and Hoseok raised both arms wide in the air, thoroughly stretching the muscles there. He made his way over to the mat you were sitting on and collapsed beside you, hair matting to his forehead, shirt sticking to him.

You scrunched your nose and smiled at him. “You stink,” you laughed. Hoseok smiled widely, an almost embarrassed laugh falling out. He puffed out his cheeks and blew out a deep breath, keeping his lips pursed for a second longer.

“Come, on.” Hoseok groaned, and made to stand up, muscles protesting against the action. “I think if I practice anymore, I’ll collapse.”

You took his outstretched hand and absently rubbed at your aching butt, as he pulled you up to your feet. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” you sighed. You watched as Hoseok began to pick up his things, aimlessly throwing them in the direction of his backpack in the corner of the room.

As he bent down to pick up his empty water bottle, you snaked your arms around his waist and rested your chin in between his shoulder blades, pushing most of your weight onto his back. “I love you,” you sighed, making him halt mid reach for his water bottle. You both stayed like that for few seconds longer, until you finished. “I just wish you would take better care of yourself.”

Hoseok turned, still in your arms, and rested both hands on your hips. He nuzzled his head into the soft crook of your neck and sighed. “I know, Jagi.”


Originally posted by aceyng

Namjoon (Rap Monster)

Namjoon typed away at his laptop, sitting precariously on top of a pillow on his lap, bottom lip worrying between his teeth. His glasses sliding slowly off his face as he looked down at the screen, you couldn’t help the adoration that flowed through your veins.

You abandoned your place beside him on the couch and made your way into the small kitchen to see about starting dinner. You rifled through your cabinets, a dismal look pinching your brow together. “Take out it is, then,” you sighed.

You made your way back into the living room, your eyes easily finding Namjoon, eyes now tracing lines in a black notebook, glasses hanging on to just the tip of his nose. You walked over to the back of the couch behind him, and rested your hands on his tense shoulders.

“Namjoon-ah,” you called softly. You received a grunt in response, clearly absorbed in his work. It wasn’t like you to bother him while working, but from the lack of movement from both of you in the last couple of hours, you were sure he hadn’t eaten properly.

You leaned down and placed your lips gently against his ear. “Look at me,” you breathed. You watched in delight as the hairs on the nape of his neck stood on end as he licked his lips and gazed at you.

You straightened up and smiled at him. “Good. Now that I have your attention.” You crossed your arms over your chest and tilted your head. “You haven’t eaten much today,” you accused.

Noona, I’m fine,” he rolled his head on the back of the couch and sighed.

You fixed his glasses to fit properly on his face and leaned back down to meet your lips with his. The kiss was slow, passionate, filled with every emotion you  could imagine and all the time in the world to express them. You slid your hands down his shoulders to rest on his chest and broke the kiss, gazing at him. ”I love you, and the man I love will not work on an empty stomach.”

A low chuckled filled his lungs as he lifted head and closed his notebook. “Fine,” he whined, exaggerating the word as he rubbed the back of his neck and muttered “How do you always know how to get what you want?”

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Taehyung (V)

“Taehyung!” you exclaimed without any honorifics. “I thought you were gonna let me win!” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest and sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chair in a huff.

“Watch it, little girl,” he warned, but the threat was lost in the laugh that escaped his throat. You giggled at his attempt to be threatening, his boxy smile filling his face.

“Besides,” he continued. “How can I let you win, if you cant hit anything even with the gaurds up?” he teased.

You laughed, hand coming up to cover your mouth shyly. “I am pretty bad at this, huh?” you admitted. You looked up at the score board, your scores pitifully drastic.

Taehyung smiled at you lovingly, and you couldn’t help the heat that flooded your cheeks. You stood up and quickly crossed the distance between you two, holding your arms out to embrace him. He took you in his arms easily and you let the comforting scent of his cologne fill your nose.

“I love you,” you whispered into his chest. You felt rather than saw the chuckle that escaped his lips. He pulled you in tighter, squeezing you gently. “I love you, (Y/N).”

Originally posted by jiminiediary

Jimin

You waited patiently in line at the local coffee shop, fingers playing with the hem of your sweater to keep them from reaching out to touch Jimin. Standing only a couple feet away, you were still able to smell the faint scent of his cologne, something heady and earthy, like home.

You admired his side profile, although obscured by the black face mask and glasses he was adorning, you could recount every line and curve of his nose and lips. You smiled to yourself, thinking back to last night when your frames were so intertwined with each other, a thin layer of sweat covering the hills of your bodies, as he laced his fingers with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand idly as you sleepily tried to keep up with the conversation.

“(Y/N)?” the sweet sound of Jimin’s voice filled your ears, as he called out to you. You snapped your focus back to the man in front of you, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. “What would you like?”

Coffee. That’s right, you thought, bringing your attention to the present. You ordered your usual, and thanked Jimin quietly while he paid, eyes focused on his unoccupied hand and how you wanted to reach out and entangle his fingers with yours, to feel the smooth skin of his hands from meticulous care. Your self control wavered.

You both thanked the cashier and made your way to the other end of the bar, waiting for your coffee. Partially obscured by the height of the bar, you took his hand in both of yours and rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hand. You knew PDA made him a little uncomfortable, but you hoped this small act was okay.

“Jimin-ah,” You looked up at him through long lashes and bit your plump bottom lip. “I love you,” you breathed.

Jimin’ s eyes crinkled and you knew he was smiling widely. A soft chuckle filled your ears as he pulled his mask down to rest at the base of his chin. “And I love you, (Y/N).”


Originally posted by jinkooks

Jungguk (Jungkook)

You sighed loudly, more loudly than was necessary, really, but you didn’t care. Jungguk had been staring at a screen for the last four hours and you were bored to tears. You had exhausted every form of social media you had, now resorting to just googling funny pictures.

You tossed your phone behind the couch, when just the sight of the lit up screen started to make you a bit cross eyed. You sat up cross-legged in the middle of the couch, eyeing the back of Jungguk’s head. He was in need of a haircut, the small hairs on the nape of his neck growing out, messing up the look of his undercut. Your fingers itched to run through his soft locks, but pushed down the urge.

You rested your head on the back of the couch and held tightly the pillow in your arms. You sighed loudly again, hoping Jungguk would take notice, but he only swore loudly at the T.V screen, fists tightening around the controller in his hands. You scrunched your nose in frustration and licked your lips.

Your eyes fell on the extra couch pillow at the end of sofa, and you quickly glanced back to Jungguk. You smiled and bit your lip, quickly snatching it by your side. You waited patiently until you considered he was at a good stopping point before you initiated your attack, both couch pillows hitting him square in the back of the head.

Jungguk flinched, immediately pausing the game and turned around, an accusatory glare aimed in your direction. A smile broke out on your face, biting your lip again to control the nerves that were suddenly pouring through you. You watched as the beginnings of a bunny-toothed smile appeared on his lips, and you poised yourself to run like a madman through the house, hoping he would take the bait and chase you.

Your legs sprung out from under you as you attempted to jump over the side of the couch, but Jungguk somehow was able to cross the five foot gap between you two and grab hold of your ankle, gently but firmly pulling you back down to the couch and sliding you towards him. You landed with an oof and felt the couch give to the weight of him, as he flipped you over onto your back, his body hovering over yours.

Your breath caught, and you tried to swallow, your throat too dry. You caught a glimpse of mischief in his doe-like eyes and immediately struggled to get away from him, hands trying fruitlessly to push his face away.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he muttered, words garbled from the weight of your hands pushing his cheek away. Jungguk pulled your hands away easily with one of his, the other releasing a vicious tickle ambush on your side and under your arms.

You laughed loudly, unable to control your wide smile. “NO. No, pleas- I’m sorry, OKAY?” you tried, your laughter making it hard to speak.

Jungguk laughed, bunny teeth cutely poking through, and rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “I love you.” The words pushed through your lips before you could hold them back. You watched, wide-eyed, as every emotion was easily recognized in Jungguk’s expressive orbs. You watched his lips part, as he searched your face for something you weren’t quite sure of. A slight blush appeared across his cheeks, finding the answer in your eyes.

“Yeah,” Jungguk breathed, burrowing his nose in the crook of your neck. “I…I love you, too.”

me: get over helion you whack noodle

me @ me: think about the way he crosses his ankle over his thigh 

  • I wear my heart on my sleeve, so he knows how I feel: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius
  • He questions everything, he needs to feel safe: Taurus, Virgo, Pisces
  • He's always watching me with a hint of a smile: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius
  • He won't let me breathe without asking me why: Cancer, Scorpio, Capricorn