#heyy babyy

[survivalistghost]

what's your favourite cameo?

mine is shah rukh khan coming in mast kalandar and stealing the whole show with his hot pony and unmatched ability to pull of the tackiest kurtas

[cupidsbower]

@corelliandreamer - you asked where the meme was. I know I reblogged it ages ago, but I can't find it now.

It has the scene from the song Mast Kalandar, in the movie Heyy Babyy, in which Shah Rukh Khan makes a cameo. Two of the leads who have been wooing the lead actress are labelled something akin to "Russia" and the "USA" and another character, who is extremely excited is labelled "tumblr". And then SRK enters, labelled [SPOILER] "destiel" and steals the spotlight.

It's really surprisingly hilarious, much more so than my description.

searching for Shah Rukh Khan

Help me wonderful tumblr peeps!

You know that fantastic US Election-Putin-Destiel meme of Shah Rukh Khan coming down the stairs in a dance number?

What movie is that from????? I have been looking for it and can’t find it.

[chatsukimi]

ʜᴇʏ ʙᴀʙʏ, ʙᴀʙʏ

featuring: gojo satoru x reader. humour + hurt no comfort. synopsis: a collection of you and gojo's voicemails/calls to each other throughout the years. masterlist

july 7th, 2006. 11:23am.

"heyy babyy, you miss me?"

cringing to yourself, you listened to your classmate, gojo satoru's, first voicemail to you. the windows were open in the classroom, summer wind blowing in. the heat was almost as annoying as the blondie's voice. gojo and geto are staying at some estate in okinawa to catch some special grade curse.

oh, and for the record, he was not your boyfriend- whatever pet names he constructed for you were his business only.

you'd tried and failed for him to stop.

"... geto says it's a huge curse we're catching. pfft. i think it's easy peasy. and-"

you heard very distinctly geto's voice hollering at gojo on the other line. pinching your lips together, you resisted a smile. what a menace, leaving his friend in the midst of battle just to send a voicemail to you.

it almost warmed your heart.

"-ok, looks like he's having trouble. aww, suguru, do i have to hang up?" a cacophony of harsh bangs and shouting later, you were furrowing your brows and gojo was back on the line. "ok, he thinks you aren't important enough to voicemail right now-"

"i never said that you stupid-"

"harsh," gojo retorted in a strangled tone right back, the faux offence grating your ears. "he doesn't think i should be calling you right now. inconsiderate." then, in a breathless whisper, he said, "call me later, mk? don't forget to congratulate your boyfriend. i expect a hero's welcome!"

the line cut short.

you texted him straight after: i am not in a relationship with you.

september 1st, 2006. 9:49pm.

"hey baby, i'm out on a mission right now. what's your favourite sweet? they've got mochi, mooncakes, and some pocky. chocolate, strawberry and cream flavoured. tell me and your beloved will bring you his war spoils."

at this point, you'd gotten used to his endearments already.

in your room, all cozied up in your blankets with a hot cup of honey-water in hand, you stared out the window, admiring the nighttime stars. somewhere out there, gojo was fighting.

"you've got to start answering my calls." you could hear him pouting so vividly it chilled you. "wanna hear your voice, baby."

his voice, you realised, was a nice accompaniment to your nighttime routine. he spoke neither too slowly nor too fast. nice and smooth too...

wait- what? you snapped out of it. no way you just complimented gojo satoru.

you dropped the phone on your bed, resolving to ignore him this time.

and the way he haunted your sleep.

may 25th, 2007. 2:00pm.

"baby baby baby, i'm this close to killing all the higher ups," satoru was mumbling against the phone, the usual smoothness of his voice sunken into callousness. you still couldn't believe he was talking to you like you're there with him; he's miles away. "a two week mission. what were they thinking?

"hmph. it's not even a curse i'm suited to." suddenly realising what he insinuated, gojo added, "easy to exorcise, of course, but so troublesome. they should've hired someone with a slower, more detective-heavy technique. they're keeping me away from you... god, are you forgetting me?"

you listened to him while standing outside a classroom at jujutsu high. geto gave you a wry smile: can't get enough of him, mm? you shot him an angry glare.

it didn't prepare you for the sound that slipped out of the phone.

a whisper.

"do you think i should?"

then you were clutching the phone to your ear, fighting the urge to put his voice on speaker to hear properly, clinging onto every word that escaped him.

"d'you think i should kill the higher ups?"

for the first time since being forced to receive gojo satoru's number, you pressed call.

"... hey bab-"

"gojo satoru," you said his name with a meaning, like you knew exactly what it was meant for, to strike him at his very core. "i like you. stop thinking about murder."

november 20th, 2018. 5:24pm.

"babe... talk to me. i'm sorry, didn't mean to get trapped in that box in the first place. it's just part of the job. it's nothing. i'm the strongest. plus, i got out just fine.

"i..." careful and slow, his tone resumed a certain responsibility. it showed that he was trying. "... should've been careful, for you. i know that now.

"just come back and talk to me."

november 20th, 2009. 6:30pm.

"babe babe babe babe baby. please..."

november 28th, 2018. 10:23pm.

"hey baby, i'm thinking of taking a break from the jujutsu world after this. let's go on a nice holiday, just you and me. god that'll be fun... m'thinkin of you on the beach." a cheeky lilt crossed his voice. "hah- just joking... maybe. hold on a little more, mk? year's nearly over. i'll pay for it all, the trip. and, well, you know what we were saying about getting married... yeah. okinawa's a pretty place, isn't it? i overheard nanami talking to his friend bout it just then actually."

december 1st, 2018. 00:58am.

"hi baby. it's late. i know. i've been busy." he paused.

silence flooded the line for about five seconds. it was as though his lungs were convulsing in bursts of breath under the weight of things unsaid. he kept quiet.

then, he was moving around, shifting uncomfortably. he wanted to end the voicemail, didn't know why he started it to begin with.

all you heard before the voicemail ended was:

"stay safe."

december 24, 2018. 4:35am.

"hey baby, i just wanna say... i love you."

you lift your hand up to your mouth, bottling the cry that aches to get out of you. the brutally familiar voice of the white haired sorcerer rasps against your ear. then he breaks out in a dazzlingly clear laughter.

"i... really do. this isn't a joke or anything. i know you know already, but i wanted to tell you." you could guess the ensuing words straight from his mouth. "i don't know if i'll win."

there it is. despite yourself, you smile, treasuring the vulnerability he's shown.

"sorry, i'm not sure why i said that. of course i'll win." you can imagine him puffing his chest out on the other line, confidence filling up his voice once more. "but maybe... in case i don't...

"we had a good run, didn't we?"

you let out a shaky breath.

yeah. we did.

"when i come back, i expect a hero's welcome. ok, babe?"

you're chuckling to yourself as he rambles on and on about kikufuku mochi and a holiday in okinawa, just him and you. no higher ups allowed. no responsibilities. you enjoy the lilt of his voice, terrifying smooth and there despite no real presence.

at last, you put down the phone. a low static drones throughout the apartment.

your photo albums collated on the cupboards, the messy unmade bed, just as you'd left it. two mugs in the kitchen. two pairs of slippers at the doorway.

your thumb drifts away from the replay button. you close your eyes, willing his stupidly annoying voice to haunt you one more time. to taunt you, to tease you, to tell you what you want to hear.

not gojo's very last voice message.

"yuta..."

you couldn't bring yourself to look up. the height, the weight, the figure. shoko had told you to prepare yourself to see the exact replica of your lover before you.

you know that is impossible... nothing could replace satoru.

your resolve is knocked out of you when you see him. only a glimpse... but the same face, same lips and nose and hair and- oh, your breath catches. same eyes. maybe you couldn't... maybe you couldn't tell the difference after all-

"y/n?"

finally you gather the courage to study him properly.

"yuta," you acknowledge.

you know for certain this is not satoru.

for your satoru had a different voice, clear and powerful as the ocean waves. your satoru spoke with purpose, the undeniable confidence he was right, always, and could not be knocked down. your satoru had a penchant he would not let go of calling you baby.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

heyy babyy can i request in autumn songs with mattheo with song wicked game by Chriss Isaak AND LOVE YOUUU

𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

The chill of autumn settled into the air, leaves swirling in the wind like broken promises, as you stood by the lake. The Hogwarts grounds were quieter than usual, the lull of students inside and the rustling of branches above filling the void left behind. You pulled your coat tighter, seeking warmth against the biting cold. But it wasn't the wind that made your chest ache—it was him.

Mattheo Riddle stood a few feet away, his eyes locked on the horizon, hands buried in his pockets. The sky, painted in shades of burnt orange and crimson, seemed to reflect the storm brewing between you. You had always known there was something dangerous about him, something dark that pulled you in and refused to let go. But tonight, it felt different—like something was slipping away.

He hadn’t said a word yet. You hadn’t either.

You hated the silence between you now. Once, it had been comforting, the two of you able to exist in the same space without the need for words. Now, it was suffocating, thick with unsaid things, emotions neither of you could fully face.

"What are we doing?" Your voice broke the quiet, soft but edged with the pain you could no longer hide.

Mattheo didn’t look at you immediately. He kept his gaze fixed on the lake, jaw clenched. The wind tousled his dark hair, making him seem almost unreal, like a figment of a dream you were desperate to wake from but couldn’t.

"What do you mean?" His voice was low, guarded, as if he didn’t want to acknowledge the weight of your question.

You took a step closer, the crunch of leaves beneath your feet grounding you in the moment. "This. Us. What are we?"

Finally, he turned to face you. The intensity in his dark eyes was almost unbearable. They were filled with so much—things you could feel but never name, things you wanted so desperately to believe in but couldn't trust. There had always been a barrier between you, something unspoken yet impenetrable.

"You know what we are," he said quietly, his voice tinged with something that felt like regret.

You swallowed hard, your throat tight. "Do I? Because it feels like every time I get close, you pull away. And I don’t know how much longer I can keep trying to figure you out, Mattheo."

His expression darkened, frustration flickering in his eyes. "You think I’m pulling away? You think this is easy for me?"

Your heart clenched at his words, but you refused to back down. "You won’t let me in. You’re always keeping me at arm’s length, and I’m tired. I’m so tired of trying to be enough for you when you won’t even meet me halfway."

Mattheo took a step forward, closing the distance between you. His hand reached out, but it hovered near your face, as if he was afraid to touch you, afraid that if he did, everything would shatter. His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you saw something raw there—something that made you wish things could be different.

"You’re not the problem," he whispered, voice hoarse. "I am. I always have been."

Tears pricked at your eyes, the sting of unshed emotions catching in your throat. "Then let me in. Let me help you, Mattheo. We don’t have to be like this."

His eyes softened, but the hardness in his expression remained. "You deserve more than this. More than me."

You shook your head, a tear slipping down your cheek. "Don’t do that. Don’t push me away because you think you’re protecting me. I don’t need your protection, Mattheo. I need you."

For a moment, he looked like he was going to give in, like the walls he had built around himself were finally going to crumble. But then his gaze hardened, and you saw the decision he had made long before you ever asked the question.

"I can’t," he said, voice breaking just slightly. "I can’t be what you need me to be."

The cold settled deeper into your bones, the finality of his words cutting through you like ice. You had known—deep down, you had always known that this was how it would end. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

You took a step back, trying to steady yourself, trying to hold on to the pieces of your heart that were slipping through your fingers. "You say that like I ever wanted perfection. I never needed you to be anything other than what you are. But I guess that’s the problem, isn’t it? You don’t believe you can be loved."

Mattheo flinched at your words, and for a second, you thought he might say something, anything to take it back. But he didn’t. He stayed silent, and the space between you grew wider.

"I should go," you whispered, not trusting your voice to hold steady any longer.

He didn’t stop you. He didn’t move. You turned, walking away from him, the sound of leaves crunching underfoot mingling with the dull throb of your heart breaking.

As you left him behind, the wind picked up, swirling more leaves into the air. The world around you was on fire with the colors of autumn, but all you felt was the cold emptiness left in the wake of losing him.

And you knew, as you disappeared into the fading light, that nothing would ever be the same again.

thank you so much for requesting, love!!

[strwbivy]

DOZING OFF TOGETHER — BOKUTO KŌUTARŌ ‪♡‪

synopsis. you're away from bokuto for a long while now because of how busy college is, and because of this he begins to miss you so bad.

wc. 1.2k words | genre. fluffy | cw/tags. rusty writing, not proof read, college!reader, eepy reader, sleep call, whiny bokuto (≧ ▽ ≦)ゝ

m.list // hq. masterlist

you've got mail ✉ ! if you couldn't tell i really enjoyed describing bokuto 'rapidly' talking, also forgive me if i haven't posted anything lately D:

you were at your university dorm. your body swayed side to side from how tired you are. those long ass lectures and lessons really made your brain worn out.

making your way to the bed. you flopped down onto the furniture, its springs making you recoil on the soft sheets of the bed.

you began to ease up after finally getting to be able to get some rest. stretching your arms, you let out a loud yawn while your eyelids began to droop down. the tiredness you felt all day is getting to you.

you shifted on the bed, closing your eyes, and your thoughts began to drift off as you started to fall asleep.

ring! ring! ring!

the phone beside you is vibrating and was playing your ringtone loudly over and over again. you groaned and tried to let the call pass by, but the mysterious caller seems to not give up easily.

sighing, you lift your head heavily. your hand then grabs the phone. your tired eyes opened up slightly when you saw the callers name.

'bokou <3'

it's the cute nickname that you gave him.

and without hesitation, your thumb presses the green button. you then were greeted by a loud voice. "Y/N BABYYYYYY! I MISS YOU!" he says, ending it with a happy giggle.

"heyy bokou," you reply, trying to sound excited, but the exhaustion stopped you from doing so. "babyy can you open your camera? i miss that pretty face of yours." he says, clearly smiling through his words despite not having his camera open.

"but bokou i look tired-" your words were then cut off by bokuto. "so? c'mon babyy i just miss you badlyyy!" he then opens his camera, showing his face that had a pouty expression and puppy dog eyes that you couldn't resist.

and of course, this little eye trick of his works on you.

"fine." you sighed out in defeat. you then pressed the camera button, and his pouty expression instantly vanished away, now replaced with a cheery one. "i missed your face so much.." he said, adoring your face despite you looking like an absolute mess, but he loves it otherwise.

you rolled your eyes, trying to put on an 'annoyed' appearance, but the slight curve on your mouth betrays you. the man giggles through the phone, having a bright smile on his face.

the both of you then talked and told about each other's day. some blabbering here and some blabbering over there.

bokuto then starts to ramble on and on about random things that occurred to his day. you then laugh occasionally, trying to keep up with his lively rambling. but as much you want to pay attention and listen to your boyfriend's jabbering, your sleepiness just won't go away.

your eyelids drooped, heavy with weariness. the weight of your tiredness threating you to put you into sleep. you began succumb to the feeling of falling asleep, but you jerk your head up to prevent it.

lifting your head to look at the screen, it appears to be that bokuto hasn't stopped chattering. he seems to be talking about how he thinks the number 8 looks 'weird', and switches on to a new topic with an old story of his on how his mind had an impulsive thought to do a cartwheel in the middle of the road with his friends watching him, and to no one's surprise of course he does it.

his mindless chatter goes through your ear and goes out of the other. the exhaustion is really getting to you.

your drooping eyes then completely close down. but instead of jerking up your head this time, your tired mind shuts down, and his words start to become a blur. you can feel your consciousness fade away, and eventually, you doze away to a deep slumber.

minutes pass by, and bokuto's chatter starts to slow down as he notices the very quiet silence. he raises his brow and looks at his phone.

the view of your face sleeping peacefully, displayed on his phone. his eyes observed your face, taking notice the dark circles under your eyes. he hears your gentle breaths being emitted through the phone, and his eyebrows automatically scrunches up. 'aw man, did she get tired from me constantly talking?' he thinks to himself, pouting and feeling a dejected.

he overthinks for a reason to you sleeping so easily, despite him being quite loud during the call. but then his mind clicks as he recollects you talking about how your day went. "ahh, i see.." he sighs in relief that he wasn't the cause of it.

his eyes, then look back at your sleeping self. He smiles slightly. "i guess your classes really did something to you, huh?" he says in a hushed tone to not awaken you. an idea then pops into bokuto's mind. "i really wish we could talk more, but i guess you can still listen to me!" he puts up a bright smile before telling more about his day, even though you're well asleep.

he chatters went endlessly. he finds comfort when you just stay and listen to him just chatting. i guess you could say he enjoys being by you, being always ready to listen to him.

but alas, his talking came to a halt. he eventually falls asleep, his phone slipping out of his hand a bit. and because he fell asleep during the call, he fails to end it.

the call then goes on for hours. delicate soft breaths were heard on his phone while loud snoring was heard on yours.

morning then came, the loud sounds of the bustling street woke you up. stretching your arms with a yawn, you then observed your messy bed.

you then caught the sight of your phone, it was on and black and white tufts of hair were visible. you squint your eyes trying to remember the events of yesterday.

you then recall the memory of you falling asleep, whilst bokuto was rambling energetically. now that you recalled things, you took your phone that was hot to touch because it was open for a long time.

watching your boyfriend sleep, you chuckle lightly. causing him to be waken up and turn around—facing the camera.

his tired eyes look at his phone, and he sees your pretty face looking through the camera. you smiled at him. "morning bokou, did you sleep well?" you asked "yup, you uh fell asleep while we called." he says, letting out a tired giggle.

he rubs his eyes before speaking again. "soo, what time are you gonna go home later?" he asks, hoping for an early time.

you look at him baffled "huh? what do you mean, bo?" you give him a confused look, and he mirrors it "what time are ya' going home..?" he repeats himself

"bokou.." you put your hand against your face, lightly massaging it "what?" his brow raised up. he then waits for your next words.

"i.. um.. i'm not going home till next m—"

" WHAAATTT?? " he says, cutting you off with a blaring voice that echoed through your phone.

" aughh but why?? " he whines, dragging out the last word.

he continued to whine and pout for the next few minutes of the call. you watched him toss and turn around, his camera wobbled violently. the slight feeling of guilt caused you to sigh. you then tried to cheer him up by saying random things, but it wouldn't work.

he just really wants to see you right now so badly (；′⌒`)

copyright © strwbivy ↣ do not copy, translate or repost.

[getmeoutofhell]

Ethan Landry x reader

requested by: @flouqi

warnings: phone sex, cussing, reader being a rushing brat.

a/n: MERRY MOTHERFUCKING CHRISTMAS 🎄😭🫶🏾 i fixed some typos so it’s edited

ethan was gone. he’s been gone all day. and you missed him.

you woke up that morning to him not in the bed. now it’s 5:00 and god…you needed him. touching yourself wasn’t enough for you.

you needed his tongue in your pussy. you needed him to fuck you deeply.

so you put your pride to the side and texted him.

you were so fucking thankful that he could call you. you immediately face timed as soon as you read the text.

“heyy babyy.” you say to him.

“hey princess. you miss me huh?”

he slowly moved his phone down his chest and lifts up his shirt just enough to see his happy trail.

“fuck.” was all you could say.

“show me what you were doing before you texted me baby.”

you immediately obey and do as told, showing him that you have no pants or panties on.

“finger yourself for me my love.” he starts unbuttoning his pants at a medium paste. knowing he doesn’t have much time.

you slowly shove your middle finger inside, curling it upwards.

“oh my god.” you moan out to him.

“you’re doing so good baby. stick another finger in, cmon you got it.”

he slowly starts stroking himself groaning at the feeling.

“holy shit i needed this y/n. fuck we don’t have much time left. finger yourself faster, cum for me.” he started stroking himself faster, trying to reach his release.

you then started fingering yourself faster, getting close to the edge.

“mmm fuck ethan, i’m getting close.”

“i know baby, i know. cum for me.” his breathing got faster and louder, indicating he’s close as well.

just as he said that, you’re back arched as you came and squirted all over your fingers moaning his name.

you watched as he came all over his hand, getting some of his cum on the phone camera.

“holy fuck my love, it’s been way over 10 minutes.”

“i don’t care, just come home and fuck me.”

“okay my love i’ll be there soon.” he laughed and then hung up.

i really hoped you enjoyed this that i made for you!! love you!! 🫶🏾❤️‍��

[sergle]

heyy babyy I got a long ass and my rizz game is straight up mid. what time should I pick you up

[toroenj]

Heyy! ⚠️⚠️ TW / Self Harm ⚠️ ⚠️ Can you do a ff where the Black Bulls find the reader self harming? The reader is very cheerful and looks happy all the time so they were very surprised. All of them in a single oneshot if possible, or separate hcs is also good. If you're doing hcs can you do for Asta, Luck, Yami, William Vangeance and Yuno?

As you wish 🪄

|Trapped in my mind |

Sypnosis: Reader has been trapped in their own mind for god knows how long. Over the years, it developed into a problematic matter once they started to take out their emotions on their body. They always looked so happy on the outside but that didn’t seem the case once they found out the truth.

Trigger warning: Mentions of self-harm ⚠️

𝗔𝘀𝘁𝗮

Your parents have been wishing death upon you for about as long as you can remember. They even went as far as to send you letters while you were sitting in your room at the Black Bull headquarters. You tried not to let the letters get into your head but your parents were really persistent to ruin your life.

Asta was on his happy way to your room to give you a goodmorning hug along with a sweet kiss. You on the other hand were slumped over your desk, sleeping from crying all night. Your coat slipped just as soon as Asta came into your room “Babyy!-” Asta stopped and stared at your bare arms, battered in scratches. He ran up next to you and shook you awake in a panic. “What’s wrong Asta?-” You gasp as your eyes trailed to your arms, grabbing your coat off the floor to cover them up frantically.

A gentle warmth was caging your body before you could cover it all the way “why..” A small voice comes from the usual cheery boy, muffled by his face in your neck. Tears stream down your face as you melt in his embrace and rant to him about your parents, as well as how much they’ve exhausted you over the years. He listened intently and comforted you through every tear, hugging you tighter when you sobbed harder..

𝗬𝘂𝗻𝗼

It was a quiet day at the Golden Dawn headquarters, contrary to the thoughts running through your head. You were sitting in the bathtub crying because you felt so tired of everything. Yuno was knocking on your door to give you sweet treats from the market, he put his ear up to the door once he heard muffled weeps. He didn’t hesitate for a second before opening the door. “Y/n, are you okay?” You jumped “Oh! Yes Yuno, what are you doing here?” You quickly wipe your tears and wrap yourself in a towel, cracking open the bathroom door. “I thought I heard someone crying so I came in, sorry for intruding.” I give him a soft look and accidentally leaned my arm between the crack. “What’s that on your arm?” I widen my eyes and snatch my arm away from his field of vision. As I’m turned around, I feel someone tightly hug me from behind and press a sweet kiss on my nape. “Why didn’t you tell me baby..”

He softly caressed your waist with his thumbs and tears started to stream down your face. Yuno spent his afternoon tending to your arms and comforting you through it.

𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗸

You were skipping happily around the headquarters when you went to the door to get your food that was ordered. Next thing you know Magna and Luck were surrounding you trying to take your food but you quickly ran away from them [💅].

A couple hours later, you were asked to patrol the around and you keep hearing whispers about how you dress and that you’re in the Black Bulls. At first they didn’t get to you but something struck in you when a noble said “I heard that little brat disappointed their whole family and her father almost tried to kill her.” I widen my eyes as other people whip their heads towards my way. I ran straight to the headquarters and up to my room, slamming it shut. Luck was walking up to my door as he heard from the others that you were crying and he softly knocked. “Y/n? They said you were crying.” My breathes were too loud for me to hear the knocking and his voice, I couldn’t control my emotions. Luck opens the door slowly and goes wide-eyed as he sees me bundled up with my arms wrapped around my knees.

He rushed to my side as he saw my arms that looked freshly battered and hugged my immediately. “Luck-!” I was hushed as he held me sweetly, he cradled me and listened to my rants for the rest of the night trying his best to help me out.

𝗬𝗮𝗺𝗶

Yami was laughing obnoxiously when you yelled at Asta as a joke for doing something stupid. His gaze rests on your sleeve that rolled up when you pointed at something, he suddenly went quiet and looked around to see if anyone else noticed your arm too. Once everything died down and it was time for you to go to bed, Yami took your hand and asked you “Can we talk?” You smiled up at him and said “Of course, what’s up?” He was rubbing your hand with his thumb when he averted his gaze to your clothed arm. His silence and where he was looking at told you everything. “…” He caged you in a deep hug, holding your waist as you shed tears of guilt. “Talk to me okay?” I nod my head and he pressed a kiss on the corner of my head. Yami effortlessly picked you up, carrying you to your room and cuddling you close to him. You guys promised to not keep any secrets between you two anymore in hopes of brightening your minds.

𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝗩𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

Today wasn’t the day for you. Everyone looked liked they were distancing themself from you like you were an insect, parents being manipulative bitches, and most of all, you missed your sweet boyfriend. You were sitting on the bench sobbing silently, looking down at the scars on your arm. William was currently sitting in his office, thinking about how you’re doing when he got this feeling in his stomach. He didn’t know why but it didn’t go away until he went to look for you. As he was patrolling around the headquarters, he spotted you with your head low and shoulders shaking. His smile faded once he concluded you were crying and walked over behind you, resting a hand on your shoulder blade gently.

“What’s wrong dear-” he stopped midway when he caught a glimpse of your arm before you hurriedly covered them up. “Ah- just having a bad day..” You wipe your tears as he you rubs your hand, looking at you with a sad look. “You know you can talk to me anytime..” He trails his hand up to rub your clothed arm soothingly. He hugs you as he sees you lower head and tear up again. “I’m sorry baby..” He pays your head as you sob into his chest. “There’s nothing to be sorry about..come to me when there’s a problem, okay dear?” You nod your head into his chest and he releases a breath, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

[kyday]

Solace | Kate Bishop

Summary: It's one of those nights again where Kate disappears and doesn't come back until it's early morning. You have finally had enough. warnings: bad writing (sorry not sorry), few swear words. light angst with a happy ending. enjoy!! wordcount: 1200+ ------------------

Katiee 💘: hey love, i know you’re at work right now, but im just telling you that ill be busy the entire day. I have so much to do today so i might not be able to open my phone as often.

You: hi babyyy, its fine. i get it,  just make sure to text me once everything  is over, okay? love you.

Katiee 💘: of course, dont worry. love you too, mwuah! 9:23 am

It was 11:34 pm, the flickering lights of NYC fluttered outside your window, and the constant noise of cars passing by was nothing new. You had been up all night waiting for a reply from your girlfriend, Kate.

Her last reply was in the morning, after that— radio silence. Her silence was unnerving, although you had gotten used to her doing this, it never was this drastic. You kept opening your phone every time it turned on, expecting it was her message, but still; nothing.

You: babyy, are you free noww? if not, i hope you finish up soon. mwuah. 6:02 pm

You:

heyy, i know this is probably just one of your busy days but are you donee? lucky misses you already.  text me when you get this. 7:35 pm 

You:

kate, Im getting worried. you haven't been answering the entire day. is everything fine? please text me once you see this. 9:00 pm

You:

Kate??? Please tell me you’re okay. I'm worried sick. 9:58 pm

You anxiously paced around your bedroom, at the corner of the room Lucky was sleeping on his bed. He was planning on staying up with you but at 10 pm he accidentally fell asleep. You make your way to the dining room, leaving a light on— you’ll wait for Kate here.

You can feel your eyes slowly giving up, trying to keep yourself up— you try to rub your face to stay awake a bit more. 

This hasn’t been the first time Kate has done this. Ever since last year when she hit that large bell tower, she had changed. There were times you often pretended to not know when she had cuts or bruises— she was a bad liar. You can often see her limping or wincing every time she moves.

You never questioned her about it though. You didn't want to overwhelm her especially since her mother got sent to jail for murdering people. But ever since that— it seemed like she was burying herself in her work more and more. The cuts or bruises were more visible, you remember when she didn't come home for a day and she blamed it on her cousin who was in town and wanted some tour around NYC.

Right as you were about to fall asleep, you heard the sound of keys clattering and curses being mumbled as the person entered the front door. You recognized the voice to be Kate. “Fuck, fuck fuck.” 

She stopped in her tracks when she saw you standing in front of the couch. There was a moment of silence between you, “Where the hell have you been?” You questioned in disbelief. She puts down her bow on the nearest table, you watch her intently.

“The company had me go overtime since there were extra projects due. Look, I sorry-” 

She explains but you quickly cut her off. “Oh my god, then why the hell do you bring your fucking bow or why couldn't you even text me once? Do you think I'm stupid Kate?” She sighs, massaging her temple.

“Y/n, let's not do this right now.” She mumbles, giving you a tired look. “I'm tired, we can talk about this in the morning.” You shook your head immediately.

You stepped closer to her. “No, we are talking about this now. Because in the morning you’ll be gone even before I wake up. Goddamit, I'm not oblivious! I know that your work isn't from seven am to eleven fucking pm!” Kate is starting to become more irritated with you, trying to bite her tongue from saying anything.

“What the hell are you hiding from me? I was worried sick, I waited up until what? Eleve-” You look at the clock. 12:10 am. “Its fucking midnight!” Kate knows she deserves this, but she's tired, way too tired to fight right now.

“Who said you had to fucking wait for me?” She replies, stunning you.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “Oh my god, maybe because I'm your girlfriend, Kate! Have you ever thought of that?”

As the tension in the room thickened, Kate's expression softened, and she let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to worry you," she said, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "I know I've been distant lately, and I haven't been completely honest with you."

You can feel your frustration, but you are also worried. “Then why, Kate? Why do you keep shutting me out? Why are you not telling me the truth?” Kate looks down in guilt, her superhero duties have been such a huge thing for her that she forgot her true priority, you.

“I haven't been honest with you..” She starts off.

“No shit Sherlock.” You mumble, earning a smile from her.

She coughs, “I know this may uh- this may seem unbelievable but I've been working with Hawkeye to bring this organization down.” She stopped to see your reaction, but your face was like stone. “And just— today we were so close to getting them but they got away.” Kate continues, her voice turning into a whisper at the end, you can hear the disappointment in her voice.

“But you didn't have to hide it from me, Kate.” You start, tears welled up in Kate’s eyes.

“I didn't want to make you worry, I'm so sorry.” She whispers.

You walk over to her and wipe her tears. “I'm always worrying about you, you know that. It doesn't matter how crazy your story is. Hell, if you told me you were fighting aliens, I would believe you. Because I trust you, Kate. And I need you to put that same trust in me.” You explain, hugging her.

You can feel her nod against your chest. “No more secrets, okay?” 

“Okay.” She mumbles, latching onto you.

You chuckle, “Come on, we can cuddle in bed.” She protests for a second, saying she wants to lie down on the floor. But you manage to convince her into going to the bedroom for cuddles.

She plops down on the mattress, and you follow behind her. “I'm sorry again, I won't do it again, love.” She looks up at your eyes, you smile at her. 

“It's okay now. Just go to bed, okay?” She nods, and she inches closer to you before pressing her lips onto yours. “Goodnight baby.”

“Goodnight love.” Kate mumbles tiredly, cuddling up to you. And for a moment, the loud cars outside quieted down, and the bright city lights weren't so bright anymore. 

Kate realized that she could only have this comfort with you.

[writingforstraykids]

My beloved cutie mooties🥺🖤

(edited 12.05.24)

🖤@atinyniki🖤

Niki, my beautiful sunshine, I'm so grateful to have you through thick and thin. I'm still convinced you're cute and idc whether you accept that or not. I love talking to you and you're one of the kindest people I know (unless you yell at me you meanie...joking obviously, chill guys😂🖤) I'll always be there for you...also pls stop spending so much money on me cutie😭 Keep shining sunny bunny...love you, pretty girl🖤

🖤@zehina🖤

my beloved (not so silent anymore) bestie, i love our shared European confusion and confusing the others together in return. you're such a cute little kitty and we all know u love being called cute so...you're very cute, deal with it🤭I love our shared stupidity whenever we talk about the boys and seriously, every time you send me your part for the rambles I'd drop to my knees and pay for it bc holy shit. I'll always be there if you need me, keep fighting lovey. love you unnie🖤

🖤@galaxycatdrawz🖤

azzy, I'm so proud of slowly pulling you a little from the shadows you were hiding in😂 also...idk how I managed to do so, but I'm still laughing about achieving most of your tumblr milestones😭 i love sharing requests with you, working out ideas or simply do as you said and write what my brain couldn't figure out. thank you for always being there for me and sharing your brilliant brain with me, co-writer🤭 also it's such a bummer we live so far away bc after what we talked about so far I know you'd be the best cuddle buddy🥺 love you azzy my cutest little thing🖤

🖤@jinnie-ret 🖤

jinnie my dear, even though we haven't talked that much so far, I always love it when we get the chance🤭 can't wait to get to know you better as well and I'm already so excited for that fic👀looveeee your writing sm🖤

🖤@sona1800🖤

you're my newest mootie and I love you so much already it's ridiculous (niki can confirm that🥹) you're always so sweet and you literally outshine every fic with your loving reblogs and comments (I'm just too speechless to answer properly, I really love them🥺) so yeah, that's why you got the tag "the cutest" 🤭🖤

🖤@silverstarburst🖤

Ash. my dear, we don't have that much time to talk usually because you're either working or I'm asleep (a rarity but still). Nevertheless, you have a special place in my heart by now and I'm thankful for your presence in my life. I know who to text if I need someone to kick ass. Your reblogs make me smile like some idiot every time, thank you so much for appreciating my lil dummy ideas so much. love you mama wolf🖤

🖤@slutforchanlix🖤

Miu, babyy, I've made you cry way too often with stuff like this—my bad. I know it's not always easy, but you're one of the kindest people I know, and I love that I have someone with whom I can talk in my native language for once. You're a sweetheart and thank you for always being there for me. I still plan to meet you one day hehe. Long story short, you're amazing, don't let anyone else try to make you believe anything less than that. Bin immer für dich da🖤

🖤@michelle4eve🖤

heyy mimi, we haven't talked much so far...sometimes accidentally when you mistook my icon for niki's I hope that's easier now😂😉 you seem like such a kind soul and I hope we'll get closer over time (no rush dear!) I'm happy over each of your reblogs, especially after you told us you're too shy to do so sometimes. I really appreciate it, you cutie🖤

🖤@chrizzztopherbang🖤

I always loved seeing you pop up in my notifications with your sweet comments. I already think you're a sweetheart, I know we haven't talked that much yet. Still, I loved prereading your fics and getting a glimpse into your genius brain. Don't give up writing as long as you have fun with it, because you're truly amazing at it🖤

🖤@wolfyychan🖤

You've been around on my prior blog already and still my stupid brain didn't realize you've changed usernames for so long😭😂 I always look forward to your excited comments and reblogs, they're truly a boost of motiviation ngl. Hope to have you around for a long time🤭🖤

🖤@james-is-here🖤

Your excitement for that Minchan series made me think about writing bonus chapters for the first time in months. I really love seeing how you get so invested in some of the stories, which makes me want to do better hehe. Also...omg...I'm still thinking about that one fic you wrote a while ago🫠 I'm excited to see what's next and hope we'll get the chance to maybe talk some more🖤

🖤@queer-possum🖤

Without giving away too much, your brain is amazing. I love your requests so much and you're always so kind when I get back to you to make sure I get everything right. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about certain topics and stuff I haven't so far🖤

🖤@chanandminhoenthusiast🖤

love, love, loveee your blog (for obvious inspirational reasons😉) you seemed like a very sweet soul whenever we talked before and I'll always be there if you need someone to talk, even about the most random bullshit😂🖤

🖤@palindrome969🖤

You're such a lovely person, I can't even put it into words properly. Your writing is beautiful and I'm still in love with that stargazing fic with Channie😭 always love talking to you and seeing your comments🖤

🖤@5starluvr🖤

I've told you so before, I wanna kiss your brain so bad sometimes. The stuff you come up with for me to write is brilliant. I can't wait to finish more of your requests and share ideas as soon as possible! Love you hehe🖤

🖤@mellhwang🖤

Heyy sweetie, I love seeing you in my notes and I swear I'll get that Minchan x Hyunjin thing done for you!! Thank you for all the love, dear🖤

🖤@lost-in-avoidance🖤

The amount of times I made you choke back tears at work is...concerning and I'm so sorry, I don't do it on purpose, I swear😭😂 your reblogs are always so genuine and make me feel like I did exactly what I wanted to with the fic in question. I appreciate your words so much, thank you!

[sturniolo04]

Stressed Out C.S.

Bf!Chris x Gf!Fem!Reader

Summary: in which Emmy is stressed.

Long day of school dragging my feet inside the sturniolo house getting ready to prepare for yet another final i have to take the following day entering into the loud house filled with childish boys screaming at the tv screen showing their fornite game in progress. I made my way upstairs to my boyfriend, Chris Sturniolo's, room plopping my backpack down on the ground laying on the bed burying my face in his hoodie i was wearing... when the door opened entering in was a concerned Chris. He sat down on the bed next to me rubbing my back

Chris: Emmyy you wanna talk about it

he said still rubbing my back and then thats when the tears started to flow soaking the hoodie sleeves i was using to cover my face hoping he would see me crying

Chris: Emmyyy no stop crying please 

He pulled me into a hug letting his scent absorb into my nose not wanting to let go but him eventually pulling away wanting to know whats happening and i am not going to lie i didn't really tell Chris how finals make me feel which probably doesn't help him help me

Chris: do wanna talk about it now

he said pulling me out of the hugging looking into my tear stained eyes

Emmy: Chris i-i am a failure

i said in between sobs

Chris: what Emmy no your not

Emmy: yes i am Finals are stressing me out right now and its like i am being suffocated with work knowing that it if i dont do it i know i will fail  and loose everything

I said wiping my eyes of the tears that were coming down my face on my cheeks

Chris: heyy its going to be okay i promise

he said taking my hands in his as i nodded my head slightly at his response 

Chris: stay right here ok

he said getting up heading into the bathroom connected to his room. I sighed at the loss of his touch as he pulled out of my hands. I sat there waiting for Chris to return from the bathroom staring at the pictures around his room with me and him reflecting on how happy he really makes me every time i am with him when i heard his voice

Chris: Em

he said peaking his head out of the doorway frame of the bathroom

Emmy: hm

Chris: come in here

I get up slowly off Chris' bed walking into the bathroom to find a nice warm bubble bath waiting with rose petals aligned along the sides of the bath my immediately light up looking at Chris

Emmy: Babyy

I said bringing him into a hug 

Chris: I love you you know that

He said resting his head on top on mine i nuzzled my face further into his chest..

Emmy: yeah thank you chris

I said pulling away slightly to look at his face

Chris: come on get in before the water gets cold yeah

I nodded at his response completely stripping along with him climbing into the bath sitting in between his legs resting my back on his chest allowing myself to fully relax.

Emmy: Chris

i said playing with his hands as my back was rested on his chest

Chris: hm

Emmy;  I love you much you make me so happy

I said smiling feeling two hands grab the sides of my face pulling my head back linking Chris and I's lips together.

Days like this is what i live for

[beesfairlyland]

Hello bee 🐝 , I think I should accept my fate cause tomorrow is my boyfriend engagement and he said if I come to him we will start our new life but I think I should give up now and see him getting married to someone cause im trying void for years and haven't succeed yet. I think we both should give up now cause trying trying and crying crying. Tomorrow everything is going to fall apart . I don't know what to do . Take my life 😭😭😭😭😭

Heyy babyy!!💗

Nooo you'll not accept this fate or i am gonna beat the shit outta you😠. And you are already married to your bf hun.

3d IS NOT REALLL!!! (screaming my lungs out)

Listen uk you can still stop that marriage(in the first place it's not even happening!) Just for today persist please!! I promise you'll enter noo don't think positive or anything....just affirm till you enter the void! Read my this post it's gonna help you.

And nothing's falling apart ....infact it's not even real!! Text me if wanna talk to me!! I promise it's all gonna be PERFECT SOON(it's already tho).

-love,bee💗✨

[ree-duh]

Lucanis coming down with his purple princess wings in the teaser was truly like that scene in heyy babyy when srk came down the stairs for me

[imperatorrrrr]

rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people (if you can)

thank you @whatthe-puck for the tag! <3

I - I'm Like a Bird by Nelly Furtado

M - Mast Kalandar from Heyy Babyy Movie

P - Panda by Desiigner

E - Everywhere by Michelle Branch

R - Rasputin by Boney M

A - Aloha by Møme feat. Merryn Jean

T - t r a n s p a r e n t s o u l by Willow feat. Travis Barker

O - One Headlight by The Wallflowers

R - Rangeela Re from Rangeela Movie

R - Rock the Boat by Hues Corporation

R - Rill Rill by Sleigh Bells

R - Rawnald Gregory Erickson the Second by STRFKR

R - Ready or Not by The Fugees

all the R's are always so hard every time.

tagging: @jonassiegenthighler, @forgottenflowers, @dartducks, @nonametis, @offside-the-lines,

@mikathemad, @nastybastian, @alpineshift, @devilssacrament, @hischierlovebot,

@tkaptains, @wyattjohnston, @lilcrickee

[mrs-santoss]

Love at First Sight - Neymar Imagine - Chapter Ten

Summary: 

Y/N is scared to fall in love. She fell once, and it was a nightmare. She can’t risk it again. But, this lucky boy manages to steal her heart, but unfortunately, manages to break it at the same time. What will Y/Ns decisions be?

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8 , Chapter 9

"Yes, this is her, who am I speaking with?" "Miss Y/N, I'm calling from the "Bio Lab" Laboratory to let you know your pregnancy test results are ready, would you like to hear the results? "Um, sure, yeah." "Congratulations, Miss Y/N. You're pregnant." "Oh-okay...um, okay. Can you please send me the paper via email, I would like to have it?" "Yes, of course, Miss. Is there anything else I can do for you?" "No, that's all. Thank you." "Thank you, have a nice day." Wow. I can't believe what I just heard. I'm pregnant. I have a child inside of me. I have mine and Neymar's child inside of me. Oh, my god, Neymar. What is he going to think about this? What do I, MYSELF, think about this? I'm not ready to have a child. I always knew I was going to be a mother, because I love kids, but not so soon. On the other hand, Neymar already has a son. What if he's not ready to have another one? My phone ringtone pulled me out of my thoughts. Kylian's name popped on my screen and I answer the phone.

"Heyy, crazyy! What's up?" "Not much, Ky. I'm working on my laptop. What about you?" "I'm about to head out with some friends, I called to let you know that Neymar is still at training. He couldn't use the phone, so he told me to let you know." I stayed silent. I didn't hear a word he just said. "Y/N, can you hear me?" "I'm pregnant." "Whatt?!!" "I just found out I'm pregnant." "Wow, how are you feeling? Does Ney know?" "I don't know, I'm feeling scared and confused. What if Neymar doesn't want to have another kid?" "Y/N, this is also about you. Do you want to be a mother? Are you ready to have kids in the first place?" "I don't know. I mean, I do, but I'm scared." "Just talk to Neymar as soon as he gets home, don't keep it to yourself for too long, okay?" "Okay, Ky. Thank you, love you." "Love you too, crazyy. Besides, I'm going to be an uncleeee!!!" "Kylian!" "Love you, bye!" _______________________________

I kept pacing around the living room and I didn't notice the front door open. Neymar walked in and saw me looking anxious. He placed the bag on the floor next to the couch and approached me. He gave me a kiss and led me to the couch to sit. "Hey, amor. What's wrong? You look worried." "Ney... I don't know how to say this to you.." "You can tell me." he played with my hair. "Remember when I was sick the other day and you told me to go see a doctor..."

"Yes, is something wrong with you?" "No, I mean. I don't know. I wasn't really honest with you when I explained my visit to the doctor. She told me to do a test, but I didn't really pay much attention to it...and" "Y/N, please, just tell me, I'm getting worried." "The laboratory called earlier and told me that my...my pregnancy test results came out positive... I'm pregnant." "You're...we...you... you're pregnant. Wow" he freezes in place. I couldn't tell what his reaction is. This thing could lead us in two ways, either Neymar chooses to stay or leave. Because I want to have the baby. "Ney, I want to keep it. I want to have a baby..." "I'm.. I'm shocked, but... I'm happy. We're going to have a baby, oh, my god." "You want to do this, Ney?" "Of course, amor. I'm aware that this is a bit shocking for us right now, but we can do it. You're an amazing person, you'll be a good mom and I would love for Davi to have another sibling." "I love you, Ney." "I love you too, bebê. WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY" "WE'RE HAVING A BABYY!"

He stood up and I jumped on his arms, he spun me around. We were laughing, we were happy. I always believed that the best things come to you unplanned and this is one of them. Me and Neymar are in really good terms, our relationship is stronger than ever, we can do this. "Bebê, you need to make an appointment with a doctor, let's do it tomorrow." he stops spinning me around and places me on the floor. "I already did that, amor. We will go tomorrow after work." "Great, I can't wait to see how everything is going. Let's call my dad at tell him the news, okay? Does anyone else know?" "Sure, amor. My parents and Kylian already know, I told them earlier." "Okay, honey." he smiles at me and picks up the phone to call his dad. We spoke to his dad and told him the news. He seemed surprised at first, but then he became very happy, so did the rest of the family because they joined the call too. Davi seemed to mimic everyone's reaction but I could tell he thought differently. We spoke to him in private and let him know this won't change our relationship with him at all. ________________________ It was my last day at work before maternity leave. From now on, I will only focus on my baby girl so yet to come. Yes, we're having a girl. Neymar seems to be extremely excited to have a girl, he sends me a list of names everyday. I was in my office with Neymar who was helping me pack some stuff. "What do you think about, Y/D/N da Silva Santos? "I like it, amor. I think it will suit her." We move everything to the car and start to drive home. Ever since I became pregnant, Neymar offered to always be the one who drives. My pregnancy is going great, aside from the unusual cravings and emotional roller coasters, I'm not having any other troubles. After a lot of research, I decided that the best way for me to give birth was home birth. My mom gave birth to me this way, she convinced it would be easier due to the emotional support I will get from her and Neymar. "Bebê, can we stop and get tacos, please? And ice cream, I eat all of it last night." "Hahaha, okay, amor. Anything you want." We got the food and made our way home. Once we got comfortable, we decided to watch a movie. Neymar tried to pick the least emotional movie on Netflix, but still failed. I always found a way to tear up about something, pregnancy hormone's fault. A sharp pain on my stomach woke me up. I was on my bed, I guess I fell asleep on the couch and Neymar carried me here. I try not to wake Neymar up, the doctor told me this would be normal when close to birth. A hiss accidentally escapes my mouth causing Neymar to wake up. "Amor, are you okay? What's wrong?" "I don't know, I felt a shar-AGHH" "Hold on, Y/N." He ran to grab his phone and call the nurses that we booked for the delivery. They arrived shortly. I was on the floor on my knees, holding myself by my arms. "Bebê, everything will be okay, keep calm, amor." "Mr. Neymar, there seems to be a complication due to the position of the baby, we have to go to the hospital stat." "NOOO, we agreed on doing it here, why the hospital" I yell out, Neymar massages my shoulders, trying to calm me down. "Y/N, that's not a decision we can make right now, there's a complication and we can't risk anything." "Ney, please, I don't want to go-" He grabs my face, kissing me and playing with my hair. He looks into my eyes, why does this always manage to calm me down? "Ney-please.." "Y/N, amor, don't ask this from me right now. I need you to be okay, both of you." I felt a sharp pain that traveled from my stomach to me chest causing me to make the loudest scream I didn't even know I could possibly do. Neymar's face went yellow. He looked up at the nurses, asking for help. I felt myself falling asleep, I tried so hard to keep my eyes open, but I felt like someone drugged me and I felt into unconsciousness. "Ney-" "Y/N! Y/N!!"

[madridfangirl]

He saw her pull out her phone and smile adorably when she saw it was him calling. Both moved away from their tables, making excuses, finding a corner in their respective sections. His eyes still firmly following her.

‘Heyy babyy.’

She slurred on the line, while blowing kisses through the phone. Jude was unmoved.

‘A bra would have been nice with this dress.’

It hit her like a bucket of cold water.

‘Erm….what?’

- this is my favourite section from I’m taking you home two parter. I want to something more similar like this in the actual series

But it’s already written. Why would you want to see the same thing in SCL? :)