filming that “manly hug scene” like:
ben & martin: [hug, don’t let go]
mofftiss: no, no, no. this is a bro hug. it’s gotta be shorter.
ben & martin: [hug, looking pained]
mofftiss: don’t look like you’re losing the love of your life. bro hug.
ben & martin: [hug, ben tearing up]
mofftiss: [facepalm] ok, forget it. let’s stick with the handshake.

anonymous asked:

I'LL FUCKJN FIGHT THE UNIVERSE MYSELF TO GET IT TO START LETTING GOOD THINGS HAPPEN TO THESE BOYS (20 fic continuation with 45 or 71 with "the best case scenario")

-Okay so I too am always a slut for angst, but I’m also a major softie so I’d die without happy endings. Pretty please do a part II of the #20 prompt??? Bonus points for Neil being a little shit about catching Andrew getting all mother-hen over him.

-Will you do a sequel to the Neil coma fic?

-I feel like reading your angst is like me asking you to step on my heart with stilettos on (but like in a good way?? somehow??) It’s like these boys suffered so much in canon that I feel bad wanting them to suffer more but like… the angst tho… But then again I’m always a sucker for a happy ending… So could you continue your prompt 20 post using prompt 59??

lmaoooo okay okay xD here’s the original post. I could only fit 45 and 71 in, but hopefully this is alright for everyone

#45 “What are you looking at?”
#71 “You don’t get to pick and choose. You’re stuck with me.”

Neil regains consciousness in increments, and it’s nothing like waking up. He feels like he’s floating, and then he feels heavy, and he’s aware that he’s in a bed but he’s not sure of anything else. He’s sure he’s forgetting about something, like there’s a scrap of information at the back of his mind but it’s hidden behind heavy boxes that won’t budge. He would need Andrew to move all of that baggage.


Neil becomes aware of someone talking to him, but it’s not Andrew. He knows that; it’s the only thing he’s certain of. 

He opens his eyes because he needs to know if Andrew is nearby. The first person he sees is a middle-aged woman smiling at him. Beside her stands a twenty-something man in polkadot scrubs. Neil frowns and turns his head the other way. Andrew’s eyes lock with his, and Neil feels less like there’s a stack of cinderblocks on his chest. HIs breath falls heavy from his parted lips, and for a moment he allows his eyes to close, knowing that Andrew is there to keep him safe.

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heartbeat | part one

part one // part two // part three

Originally posted by yoo-ngie

[Yoongi x Reader | Jungkook x Reader]

Genre: Angst, Fluff for now

Words: 5221

—> The exact moment you experienced heartbreak with Min Yoongi would be a moment you’d remember forever.

A/N: AHHHH. I desperately wanted this to just be one entire fic, but ended up breaking it into two parts because I haven’t posted a fic in like… months lmao. I felt like a fraud for calling myself a writer, but not posting shit. So yeah, idek what this is but I hope you all enjoy it! xoxo

The exact moment you fell in love with Min Yoongi would be a moment you’d remember forever.

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The one that sings (Ethan x FemReader) School AU fluff

Originally posted by paper-panther


(A/n): Lowkey vv proud of the gif


Request:  could you do like an Ethan is a really talented choir singer and you’re in choir too and like yeah. idek you could probably go anywhere with that but i’m obsessed with Ethan being a choir boy :)

Warnings: boi fluff


Every time you walked down this corridor, you would close your eyes. The hall was long, and at the very end of it was a large room.

That was the music room ( lmao Ouran Academy up in here ). A large, beautifully painted room that was drowned in pastel hues and cased with long French style windows.

It was where a heartfelt choir club met every Wednesday. At the end of the longest corridor on the first story is where you spent your Wednesday evenings exclusively.

Though just walking down the corridor was similar to being inside the room, in the sense that you were able to hear and fully enjoy many wonderful voices that harmonized with its walls. Especially the voice of a certain colleague of yours; a great colleague.

His name was Ethan, and you admired him. Not just for his musical abilities but also for his pride and passions.

The school you attended was a private one; an academy. That usually meant such things as piercings and dyed hair were frowned upon. Yet Ethan, well he was able to let himself out of trouble; just by being so charismatic and thought highly of by others.

He was someone that you often noticed. Looked up to. But as far as you knew, Ethan didn’t even recall you being in his same school.

Often you would find you way down this corridor on days that were not Wednesday, as you were doing today. Simply to embrace the music rooms quiet atmosphere.

Slipping yourself past the towering doors, you shut them one by one behind you. You didn’t hear any singing from in the hall, so you had right to assume no other student was in there at the time you had entered.

Happy, to be in your small haven, you dropped your bag with a sluggish sigh. Directly following was a deep inhale, then suddenly a burst of sound.

Tuned, harnessed, and beautifully delivered sound. Your voice, your lyrics. Words tied together by a calming melody. Not very loud; hushed, idle movements of your vocal chords.

You didn’t sing a choir melody, you sang Elvis Presley; Can’t help Falling in Love.

Twisting your frame, you released several books from you school bag, along with a pen. Smoothly you put your bag against the wall, keeping your stack of school books in your arms as you swept way over to the drapes.

Continuing you rhythm of song, you used one free arm to pull open the large curtain.

“As of now, I can’t help but falling in love with your voice.” someone interrupted.

The sudden words surprised you and you dropped your stack of books. They shattered on the floor, leaving stray looseleaf to roam about the hardwood.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” they said again “I seriously did not mean to scare you, oh my god.”

You began to chuckle nervously and bowed down to recover you papers.

“No, it’s no big deal. It’s alright.” you assured seamlessly.

The stranger couched as well, scattering hands to replace some papers back into newly stacked books.

“I’m Ethan.” he introduced.

You smiled at the papers in response, shuffling them swiftly “I thought you said you were Sorry.” you joked, before peering up to smile at them instead of the ground.

The smile didn’t go very far when your eyes were confronted by a whirl of blue. It was Ethan, the Ethan.

“I- I…” you started to drawl when Ethan began to laugh.

“Well I’m both. Sorry and Ethan.”

You wanted to apologize for you joke, but he seemed to enjoy it so you held your tongue. You watched as he gave you two school books refilled with organized papers. Thanking him kindly, you stood and so did he.

“Your singing though..” the boy started “are you in the choir?”

“I am.” You beamed “I joined soon after you did. You are a very, very amazing singer. You kind of influenced me.”

The confession was weak with confidence but you still stood by each word. You had joined because of him.

“Thank you,” Ethan blushed “I’m surprised I have never seen you.”

“Did you come here to study?” he asked you, stepping to stand beside you.

“Yeah…” you admitted in a sheepish tone, smiling dumbly.

“Mind if I join you then? I’ve been meaning to get a partner to practice a duet with, would you think that you could be up for it?” Ethan smiled back down at your form.

You had to say, with the window light, his seeming baby face was even cuter. His words seemed softer as well. Finally happy that you were seeing him face to face.

“Of course.”


(A/n): this is so meta ouran it kills me


continuation of these c:

can you tell i ran out of ideas