(Two things: let it be known that I know nothing about hacking, and that this is canon divergent…but I’m a fanfic writer, so that should surprise no one. :P)
Okay, fiddle with a code here, enter a new algorithm there–whoa, seriously? Someone was trying to trace him? Really?
Louis snorted and ducked through another digital backdoor, leading the tracer astray with a false IP address. Once that was done, he continued on with his work, smirking all the while. This was way too easy at this point–either Louis had gotten way too good at what he does, or his targets just kept getting dumber and dumber. Either way, this was basically child’s play now.
There was a small tap to his arm, and Louis paused.
*Our rogue and our ninja were returning from foraging when they see a shape in the tree up ahead. They decide to stealth up to it, both have very high rolls*
DM: *rolls a few dice, then puts his head in his hands*
Ninja: what’s wrong? Did they see us?
DM: you stealth perfectly, but suddenly, it’s like it disappears
Rogue: we stop, back to back, and wait to catch movement
DM: *sighs* ok, so basically, you’re all in high stealth right now, and you can’t see each other
DM: you know that scene in Looney Toons, when they keep trying to sneak around the tree to see each other? That’s basically what’s happening right now.
If you are a fanfic author for the book Carry On by Rainbow Rowellyou are writing fanfiction for a book that was written by a real author because she was inspired by one of her own fictional charcter’s fanfiction about a fictional series written by a fictional author that the real author created in her other fictional book.
◇ pairing: jimin | reader ◇ genre: fluff, angst ◇ word count: 8.575 ◇ warnings: none ◇ author’s note: this story will have a sequel since there is much, much more I want to tell, but I wanted to keep it under 10k and I figured this part worked well as a standalone. please enjoy :)
You meet Park Jimin after a particularly rough landing.
You wish time traveling was as easy as the books like to describe, or as beautifully romantic as the movies depict. It is a concept that’s been overly embroidered with advantages that do not exist — and even if normal humans see it as a fortuitous skill, one they long to have, they rarely realize that having a normal life is out of the question for your kind. Even so, there is no point in wishing for something that won’t happen in this lifetime, not with the time traveling genes burning strong within your veins.
Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?
A/N: Hope you all like this part! I’m so so so excited for the craziness that is coming!
Bucky grimaced as he thought of facing
you and telling you all about how you were invited to the next family dinner at
his grandma’s house. His mom had squealed and Bucky swore that he had never
seen his grandma run so fast until that very instant Bucky’s mom announced that
he had a girlfriend. They had cooed and aww’ed over your picture for long
minutes until Bucky sniffed at the air and asked if something was burning.
“My potatoes!” screamed his
grandma, his mom hot at her heels.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he
took a deep breath and stood before your apartment door. How was he even going
to bring this up? You would never agree to this. Tony would never agree to this. After all, you were his girlfriend
and Bucky should have thought twice about what he was going to say before he
opened his big mouth.
Don’t date an overthinker.
She’ll spend days analyzing your facial expressions when you speak, and nights deciphering what the period placement in your text message meant. She’ll agonize for hours over why you didn’t say hello to her at breakfast, and start to create unrealistic scenarios in her head that you decided you no longer liked her. Don’t date her, because otherwise she’ll suffocate you with her care. She’ll always ask you if you’re okay, and constantly say that she loves you just to hear you say it back to her. And she’ll cry, oh lord will she cry. She’ll cry over the way you looked at that girl, or the way your eyes stopped lighting up at her name. She’ll cry when you start kissing her like it’s your job, and touching her like it’s a habit. She’ll even overthink the fact that maybe she’s just overthinking. That you do still love her, that all these worries might actually just be in her head. And so when you do leave, she’ll still wake up nights six months from now replaying the memories over in her head like a jukebox thinking “Where did I go wrong?” or “What did I do this time?”.
Do not date an overthinker unless you plan on marrying her.
It Won't Be Long:
proof that John would be happier if he were dating me (and not dead)
All I've Got to Do:
1963, second song on With the Beatles, nonfiction--all Lennon needed to do was whisper in someone's ear.
All My Loving:
my dad loves this song
Don't Bother Me:
George keeps saying he'll let me know when she's come home... as if I'm not flirting with him right now...
I have fond memories of skipping this song (so why do I know all the words)
Till There Was You:
what people sing when they hear the Beatles for the first time
Please Mr. Postman:
1963, seventh song on With the Beatles, fiction--all Lennon needed to do was, "call [her] on the phone, and [she'll] come running home." (citation: "All I've Got to Do", Lennon-McCartney)
Roll Over Beethoven:
jammin', but inherently flawed because Beethoven was a rocker
You Really Got A Hold On Me:
what people sing when they hear the Beatles for the second time
I Wanna Be Your Man:
that's what literally everyone wants
Devil in Her Heart:
George gets 3 songs on this album and he doesn't get that much love again until Revolver, 5 albums after this one
Not A Second Time:
finding out Paul had another band after the Beatles
Money (That's What I Want):
that's what he wants
The Beatles' heads get progressively smaller...
listen. dr grey is autistic and her special interests are alien tech and surgery…..its why she gets really excited about them, info dumps about them, n knows a Lot abt them in general………its also why she can sometimes be ””creepy”” and weird, bc she doesnt read social cues well……….Listen
Turning the volume of the TV down a little bit, you waited for the response of your boyfriend but knitted your eyebrows when you were met with silence.
It was currently 1 am in the morning, the time at which your boyfriend mostly came home from work or practice.
When you realized that he wasn’t going to answer, you got up from your warm and cozy sofa and walked towards your apartment door, concerned that something might have had happened to him.
You watched how Jimin threw his bag and jacket on the ground, his body walking towards yours with heavy steps. “Jimin why aren’t you answer- Nngh.”
Just before you could end your sentence, Jimin wrapped his strong arms around your body, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck immediately.
“Jimin, what’s wrong?”
Without answering your question, he tightened his arms around your body even more and nuzzled his head even further into the crook of your neck. When you felt his shaky breath on your skin, you realized that something was wrong.
Stroking his hair softly, you tried again. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did something happen today?”
Shaking his head slightly, he whispered with a shaky voice. “Can you please hug me?”
Smiling softly, you wrapped your arms tightly around his body and placed a little kiss on his head, whispering back. “Come on, let’s bring you to bed, hm?”
Taking a step with you still in his arms, you yelped at the sudden move and hit him lightly. “Yah, we can’t walk like this. You need to let go of me.”
“But I don’t want to..” he whined like a little kid.
“I won’t make your favorite hot chocolate if don’t let go of me right now.”
Without thinking twice, he unwrapped his arms from your body and grabbed your hand instead, dragging you with him to your shared bedroom.
Sitting down on the bed, he pulled you in between his spread legs, this time nuzzling his head in your belly while holding you tightly. “Jimin, you’re scaring me..”
You placed your hand under his chin and lifted his head up, looking into his now teary eyes with your soft ones. He, on the other hand, tried to avert his eyes, hating the idea of you seeing him in this state.
Kneeling down in front of him, you held his head in your hands, stroking his cheeks with a gentle touch. “Hey, it’s okay to cry. You don’t need to hold it back. Not when you’re with me..”
After hearing those words, Jimin broke in front of your eyes, not being able to hold the sobs back. “I..I’m disappointing them, Y/N..”
When Jimin looked up, he was met with your confused face. “I’m trying everything, Y/N.. I sleep less, I eat less, I work hard every single day but for some reason, I can’t be the Jimin they want me to be.. Even though I dance for hours everyday, I can’t improve my dancing like Hoseokie Hyung.. Even though I practice everyday, I can’t sing the high notes as smoothly as Jungkookie does.. I want to be a better singer and dancer for Army, but the more I try the worse it gets, Y/N.. And I don’t know what to do anymore..”
You wrapped your arms around his body the minute he stopped talking, making sure that he felt comfortable in your arms. “Stop being so hard on yourself, Jimin-ah.. You’re prefect the way you are. You shouldn’t overwork yourself by thinking that you’re not good enough for your fans. They love you the way you are. Everyone is proud of you. You’re already perfect for them..”
Leaning back a little bit, Jimin looked at you with his sparkling eyes, asking like a little child. “R-Really?”
Smiling softly, you nodded eagerly. “Of course! You’re disappointing nobody, Jimin. Bangtan loves you as much as you love them. You’re family for them, they appreciate every single thing you do or create, admiring your hard work just like you admire theirs.. Every single one of you completes the other one, which makes you all perfect as a whole team.. You don’t need to carry all the weight all by yourself, Jimin-ah.. There are a lot of people who would love to help you out whenever you have a hard time..”
The smile you saw on Jimin’s face after you ended your sentence was a smile to die for, making you lean forward and place a long and sweet kiss on his soft lips.
“You need to learn to love yourself, Jimin.. Accept yourself for the person you are and don’t try to change yourself for other people.. You’re already perfect to me the way you are..”
A/N: Hope this breaks my writing hiatus. I tried to make this as realistic as possible. I might have more parts if you guys like it.
Paring: Shawn X Fan
Word Count: 3,175
I wasn’t sure which neighbourhood I was in or how I exactly got there but I didn’t care. As I passed further into the blocks of residential houses the more they began to bloom with colour and greengage. I felt like I was returning home.
I continued listening to my music out of one earbud and ambled my way down the streets, the shutter on my camera never seemed to stop. Everything was perfect and it had been so long since I felt this way.
Toronto was good for me but it also was different. It was nothing like back home and after living on The Rock for my whole life I wasn’t used to change. Moving to Toronto I expected that my abilities would expand and flex but after the third month, I was feeling trapped. My source for photography was suddenly limited and I was trying to learn to adapt.
Anonymous said:Got7 reaction to their s/o having a weirdly high pain tolerance please! (Like they can accidentally cut their finger while cooking and not really feel it or they can get hit by something really hard and hardly react)
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JB: You two are secretly dating, only the members know about the relationship. Let’s say your solo artist, and you were invited to be a co-host on weekly idol for the group Got7. A game was set up, you plus got7 participated, the loser had to get thumped on the forehead, by a chosen person to do the thumping. You lost and of course the boys picked JB to do the thumping. It was a very loud, hard thump, but you didn’t make a sound or flinch. Others: “That didn’t hurt? it sounded painful.” You: “Nah, If I wanted it to hurt, I could’ve thumped my self”
Jinyoung: Both of you are playing around. Him: *Slightly shoves you* You: *Shoves back harder than him* Him: *Shoves back…too hard causing you to hit the wall*“Ah! I didn’t mean-” You: *laughs…..then SHOVE THE FUCK OUTTA HIM* Him: *GIF*
Jackson: It was you, him, and some friends playing a game of bowling. Your turn was up, when you went to reach for the ball, you dropped it on your foot. Like any normal ass person, he thought you were gonna shout out crying or cursing, but instead you just picked the ball back up and continued to bowl. Came back to sit down like…..a fucking heavy ass bowling ball ain’t just fall on yo foot.
Mark: He couldn’t open a jar up. It was tightly on and when he tried it hurt his fingers. You two were having a conversation, you started to get annoyed by his grunts of frustration from trying to open the jar, so you took it from him and just with one twist, it was open. You: *hands jar back* “Now, like I was saying” Him: “…….You know I opened most of it for you right?”
Youngjae: You were cooking a meal from a cookbook and you thought you were doing everything so right. But your finished product did not come out right at all it looked like a piece of shit. You: “I don’t understand what I did wrong……….FUCK I FORGOT TO ADD MILK” *Bangs head on wall hard asf*Him: *GIF*what the fuck……..
Bambam: You and him played the warhead challenge, loser had to buy everyone dinner tonight. He couldn’t even go with 2 in his mouth, you already had 7 in yours, and was still getting more. He just gave up, he knew damn well playing with yo ass, he wasn’t getting anywhere.
Yugyeom: He can’t believe you just broke a thick ass piece of wood with your baby ass hands like it was nothing. If that don’t hurt you, he thought, then imagine the strength that comes with that high ass pain tolerance.
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So, I’m not close from my father. Like, not at all. We’re mostly strangers. So I completely forgot that it was Father’s day today…I actually realized it was that specific day thanks to Hugh Jackman and his instagram account where he posted a picture of his dad and him…ANYWAY, I wrote something for Batman, I feel like I HAVE TO write something for Batdaddy to yo. LITERALLY WROTE IT IN TWENTY MINUTES THOUGH, cause I got things to do today but felt inspired. So here it is, hope you’ll like it :
Alarmed by the emptiness next to you in bed, you sit up. It’s not like your husband to leave your shared bed without telling you, without a kiss or hell, without making love to you.
It’s not like him indeed, as he didn’t really leave the bed. He’s sitting on the edge of it, looking out the window of your bedroom. Worries fill your voice when you ask, a bit unsure :
-Bruce…My heart, are you alright honey ?
Bruce grumbles back an answer you don’t hear, and you crawl to him. Your tempted to hug him from behind, wrap your arms around his torso, your legs around his waist, your head resting on his back (he’s too tall for you to reach anything else but the middle of his back with your head)…But you feel like something is off.
It’s pretty obvious really. The way he groaned at you. The fact he isn’t in bed anymore. The way his back is hunched and…just the fact he’s not in your arms right now. He doesn’t even look at you when you approach him, so you decide to drop the hug from behind, and sit next to him.
He still doesn’t look at you, and you panic a little. It’s so unlike him…
-Bruce ? Please, say something…Did I do something wrong ?
He quickly raises his head and his eyes lock with yours. Is it…is it sadness you can see in his deep blue orbs ?
-No, no you didn’t do anything. It’s quite the opposite really. It’s just…It’s just that it’s…The day and…I’m being stupid and childish. Sorry.
He’s about to stand up and go to the bathroom, but you suddenly understand and hold him back. This time, you hug him from behind, because you know he needs it. There isn’t a problem with you. Oh nope.
It’s father’s day, almost 4 pm, and no trace of your boys. When it was mother’s day, they woke you up early with a magnificent breakfast, and took you out all day…
As you wrap your arms and legs around him, he sighs sadly (and makes you hurt drop, seeing him sad always break you a little, and you just have to do something about it) and the grip he has on your thigh is a bit stronger than his usual soft one.
Hii, Here is part 2 to ‘Give me a Break.“ I got so many great responses to it and I cant thank you enough. I hope you enjoy it.xxx
During the first week without him Y/N was alright. She busied herself with working and cleaning up the house and doing everything to take her mind off the fact that something was missing.
During the first week without her Harry was heartbroken. Just like every time he was away from her. It was worse this time though. He didn’t talk to her. And he had no idea where they were standing right now.
And he missed her.
During the second week without him it finally sunk in that he wasn’t there. Y/N finally realized what ‘taking a break’ really meant. It meant radio silence. Nothing. Nothing but her mind wandering to him and what happened. And how everything was so messed up.
And that was when she understood Harry’s doubts.
During the second week without her he got used to the empty feeling inside his heart. He got used to the sleepless nights and mornings filled with tears. He didn’t eat properly anymore. He hadn’t smiled ever since he left her standing in their foyer. He felt like he wasn’t able to breath. Like his lungs would collapse anytime.
When the day of his departure finally came he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to see her before he left for two weeks. He wanted a good luck kiss from her or else he was sure he would mess up SNL.
But when his finger hovered over the call button he hesitated. What if she didn’t want to talk to him? What if she didn’t want to see him?
He was scared.
But he had to talk to her. He couldn’t take another second without hearing her voice.
So he took a deep breath and called her. And he waited. And waited. With ever beep his heart sunk lower and lower. Until finally it shattered when a female voice told him he could leave a message.
He tossed the phone onto the bed and gasped for air. Tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. Whimpers and silent sobs wrecked his body.
This can’t be happening.
She can’t be serious.
And again he began to doubt everything.
Two hours later his phone rang. When he saw her photo on his screen he closed his eyes for a second before he lifted his phone to his ear.
“Harry, oh my goodness. I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up earlier but I took a nap and I didn’t hear my phone ringing. I’m sorry. Please tell me you didn’t leave yet.”
His eyes closed again when he finally heard her voice again.
“Alright. Okay. Then I’ll come over. You want me to come over, right? Or maybe you just called to let me know you’re leaving and you don’t even want to see me. God, I want to see you, Harry. Or even worse you called to-”
“Love. I want to see you. Or course I do.” he chuckled quietly.
“More than anything.”
“You don’t hate me?”
“I told you I could never hate you.”
“Okay. That’s good, because I don’t hate you either. I actually love you and-” she stopped talking abruptly.
“And I’m rambling.” she sighed out.
Harry chuckled and for the first time in weeks he smiled again. Because of her. Because she made him smile during the worst times.
“You want to come over now?”
“Yes. Of course. I’ll be twenty minutes tops. See you!”
And with that they hung up.
He noticed that his hands were shaking and his face was burning up. Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes until he saw her again. God, he missed her.
He went into the bathroom and studied himself in the mirror. He had a bit of peach fuzz going on above his lips and around his jawline but he knew she liked that. His hair was messy but not too messy. He filled his hands with cold water and spritzt it onto his face to make sure he looked a bit more fresh.
He was wearing the yellow and black pullover from Gucci which Y/N absolutely loved. His legs were covered by black skinny jeans like always. On his fingers sat all the rings Y/N loved.
And she loved him.
Y/N was shaking too when she placed her phone down, her breathing heavier than usual.
She went into the bathroom to check her appearance. Her hair was straightened and framing her face nicely. Her makeup was natural but complimented every feature perfectly. She was wearing a dark blue V-neck pullover and around her neck she wore the golden necklace Harry gave her on their one year anniversary. Her legs were covered by blue ripped jeans and she knew Harry loved them.
But did he lover her?
When she finally arrived at Gemma’s house she was more nervous than ever. She didn’t know what would happen now. If she would only walk in, wish him good luck and then leave again. The worst was that she didn’t have a lot of time. Only an hour before she would have to leave in order to be on time for her dinner plans.
She took a deep breath before she got out of her car and made her way to the front door. She lifted her shaking hand and rung the doorbell. A few seconds later she heard footsteps making their way to the door. And then he opened it.
And he stood there in all his glory, looking even more handsome than ever. A soft smile grazed his lips and she heard him release the breath he was holding.
He didn’t get to finish his sentence because Y/N threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly. She heard his surprised gasp and prayed he wouldn’t push her away, but he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He only pulled her closer and nuzzled his face into her neck.
She smelled his familiar scent and tears sprung to her eyes immediately. His pillow lost his scent long ago and she missed it.
She smelled just like he remembered as well. Fresh and girly and so like home.
They stood like that for a few moments before Y/N pulled away and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Sorry, didn’t mean to jump on you like that. Just really missed you.”
Harry closed the door behind her and took hold of one of her hands.
“I missed you, too.”
Their eyes met and they both felt their hearts breaking all over again when they saw each others sadness.
Harry wrapped her in a tight hug again, his hands rubbing over her back in the way he knew she liked.
“You look very beautiful, my love.” he whispered into her neck.
“You look very handsome as well, Harry.” she replied and pulled back a bit so she could look at him.
Harry reached up to cup her cheek and stroked over her cheek gently.
“I cooked dinner. My legendary chicken that you love so much.” he smiled softly.
“I’d love to stay for dinner, but I can’t. I already made plans with someone.”
Y/N watched with horror as Harry’s face fell immediately and his hand dropped from her cheek. He took a step back and scratched his head awkwardly.
“A-Alright. Uhm, well-”
“Harry? Did I say something wrong?” she panicked, her hand reaching out for him but he took another step back.
“No. Everything’s okay.”
“Is… Is it because I said I made plans with someone?”
He looked at the floor, his fingers nervously playing with his rings. She sighed and shook her head.
“I made plans with someone new from work. His name is Tim and he needs some information and we thought it would be nice to do all that stuff over dinner.”
His eyes closed briefly when he heard his name. Tim.
Y/N sighed again, closed the gap between them and threaded her fingers through his.
“This is a business dinner, Harry. Not a date. I don’t go on dates with anyone but if I would want to I’d only go with you. Tim is nice and we get along and he needs a bit of help. That’s all.”
“Do you like him?”
“I don’t know him so there’s nothing to like or dislike.”
“Do you want to get to know him?”
“Harry!” she exclaimed frustrated.
“I told you it’s a business dinner. You have nothing to worry about, alright? Believe me, I would love to stay here and eat dinner with you. But I don’t think that’s exactly what we should do during our break and I can’t just ditch Tim.”
His eyes snapped to hers and his brows furrowed.
“You think we can’t spend a evening together just because we’re on a break?”
Her eyes closed briefly and she sighed. She looked up at him again and lifted the hand that wasn’t holding his to his cheek.
“We said we needed space, remember? I don’t want to mess anything up just because we’re desperately missing each other.”
“You said we needed space, not me.” Harry mumbled.
“Harry.” she all but pleaded and Harry sighed and nodded.
“So you don’t have that much time, hm?”
“Well, at least you came. Wasn’t sure you’d want to.”
“Of course I wanted to. I missed you like crazy.”
The both stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Harry sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.
“What are we doing, love?” he asked in a whisper.
“Let’s not talk about it now, yeah? We’ll do that when you’re back and we’ll have time.”
Y/N reached her arms up again and wrapped them around his neck, pressing a tiny kiss right behind his ear.
“I’m scared, H.”
“Me too, love.”
They pulled back and both sighed.
“I think it’s better when I’ll leave now.” she whispered after a few seconds.
Harry wanted to shake his head and hold her so she couldn’t leave. He wanted her to stay with him and not go out with another man. She was his after all.
But he nodded anyway. Because it was for the better.
“Promise me to take care, yeah? And don’t go out without at least one bodyguard, you know how crazy the fans in New York are.”
“I promise.” he smiled weakly.
“And promise not to forget about me.” she whimpered and Harry was shocked to see tears falling from her eyes.
“Love, I could never forget about you. I love you so much.”
And now they were both crying.
“I love you too.”
“God, we never cry this much when I have to leave.” Harry chuckled.
Y/N giggled softly wiped her constantly falling tears away.
“You can still call me anytime you need to, okay? I’m never too busy and I don’t care about time zones.”
“Same goes to you.” she nodded.
“Can I get a good luck kiss? Or else I think I’ll mess up.”
She laughed softly and leaned up to press her lips to his. Harry moaned quietly at the contact and pulled her closer. She melted against him like she always does and opened her mouth so Harry could deepen the kiss, but only for a moment before he pulled away to breath. He held her in place with his hand in her hair so she wouldn’t pull away and pressed countless soft kisses against her mouth. He wasn’t ready to let go yet.
“Be late.” she finally finished with a laugh when she pulled away enough that his lips didn’t touch hers anymore.
“Don’t care. That Tom guy can wait.”
“Even if his name was Gustav, Rudolph or Theodor I wouldn’t care.”
Y/N kissed him through her smile and pulled him closer. She wasn’t ready to let go either.
“I really have to go now.”
He sighed, nodded and kissed her again.
“You’ll kick ass in New York, alright?”
He chuckled and nodded.
They kissed again and again until she really had to leave or else she would definitely make Tim wait.
“You know that I love you, right?” he asked just before she exited the house.
“I do. I love you, too. We’ll get through this.” she smiled at him.
“Pinky promise.” she nodded and slung her pinky around his.
“Bye.” he whispered.
“Bye. And let me know when you’ve landed, yeah?”
And after another kiss she left the house.
She made it to the restaurant right on time but Tim was sitting at the table already. She made her way through the room until she reached him and he stood up when he saw her.
“Hey.” he breathed and kissed her cheek.
“Hi, I’m sorry you had to wait. And I’m sorry that my outfit is so casual but I was a bit distracted earlier.” she blushed.
“Yeah.” she nodded and sat down on her chair.
She made it through dinner without thinking about Harry every second. She was actually able to let go for a bit and enjoy it. Tim was fun and made her laugh a lot which she really needed for a change.
She decided that she liked him, he worked hard and was very interested in all the things she brought for him and he was also relaxed and cool. And she would be lying if she said she didn’t find him attractive.
If she didn’t knew Harry, she thought, she might go out with him again. But she knew Harry, and was his girlfriend. And she knew that no one could ever compare.
When they left the restaurant Tim insisted to walk her to her car just to know she was safe. The still laughed and giggled and the atmosphere around them was light.
“I really enjoyed dinner with you, I really needed some fun.” she smiled at him when they reached her car.
And something about the was he looked at her and smiled should have let her know that they weren’t on the same page.
He leaned in and Y/N thought he’ll only kiss her cheek but when she felt his lips brush hers her eyes widened.
And I wonder; did you feel the same way, at least at some point? How could’ve your sweet compliments, our inside jokes, your good morning and goodnight texts be nothing?
Here it is: I like you. I know I don’t act like it, but it’s because I don’t want to annoy you by talking to you all of the time. I’ll walk by you with a head full of words and thoughts, but I’ll act like nothing is wrong.
But I’m tired. Tired of being brushed off, tired of not being enough.