help my feels are exploding

someone: haha why are you so obsessed with *insert show/book series/film/etc)

me, internally: because throwing myself into something allows me to briefly forget the constant depression misery and sadness i suffer through every day and when i marathon things my self hatred sometimes starts to disappear because i forget that i’m a real person who exists in the real world. my obsessions help me to cope when i feel like i’m about to explode or cry or scream or all of those at once and once i get into something i barely think of anything else for weeks which is a very unhealthy coping tactic but hey it helps so

me: haha idk :))

Soulmates feel one anothers’ pain AUs


  • ‘I came to stop this street fight because that really big punch you just recieved made me scream at a cashier. Also are you injured?’ AU
  • ‘This public toilet has a knuckle-shaped hole in the wall, is this anything to do with you? Because five minutes ago it felt like my knuckles were on fire’ AU
  • ‘Holy shit you just got stabbed, you need help but also god my stomach feels like it’s exploding’ AU
  • ‘I think you’re my soulmate because you’re biting your lip and mine’s hurting now’ AU
  • ‘I just banged my knee on that table over there and you hissed in pain, dude I think we’re soulmates’ AU


  • ‘Please don’t touch that flame, I’m/we’re in a public place and I don’t want to scream’ AU
  • ‘Why do you insist on taking out staples by hand?’ AU
  • ‘Please don’t hurt yourself, I can’t stand seeing you in pain and nor could I stand the pain myself knowing why I feel it’ AU
  • ‘For the love of God use oven gloves next time, my boss was about to promote me when I swore in their face’ AU
  • ‘I can feel your stress headache is everything okay?’ AU
  • ‘I came to find you at work to tell you to stop knocking so violently on your coworker’s office door’ AU
  • ‘Why must you get a tattoo whilst I’m trying to sleep?’ AU

KaruNagi moments - twentieth

I have so much thoughts for this ep <3 i cant calm down, so please bear with me. for the first photo, im sorry im tempted so much i have to submit. blushing Nagisa for Karma is…… //shot

do you see that? it’s our delinquent red head sulking. he knows already that Nagisa is being wooed by some bastard…unfortunately, he cant do something drastic because of the plan. sulking Karma for Nagisa is…… //faints

Nagisa always notices things about Karma, no matter how subtle it is.

i still wonder tho if Karma was glancing at nagisa …..cant get over it. (*≧▽≦) KARMA HAS A CROSS DRESSING FETISH DAMMIT I BET THAT PHOTO IS HIS WALLPAPER NOW

but the missing pieces are…….

Karma is so shameless! Pointing @ Nagisa’s like that  (/ω\)  and im shameless too thinking that Nagisa swings that way bcoz as he’d said he likes it   (#/。\#) 

It Wasn’t Me (Evan Hansen x Reader)

It Wasn’t Me (Evan Hansen x Reader)

Notes: Soooo the idea of Evan being roommates in college with Jared and Connor makes me extremely, happy so I wrote it! I might write more of these? I don’t know. Anyway, this is after Evan’s been getting therapy and meds for his anxiety, so obviously that’s still there, but he’s doing a lot better. Connor is also doing better (although as you will see below, the boy still has some, er, anger issues).

I may or may not have been inspired to write this after listening to Will Roland sing “It Wasn’t Me.” Also, I may more may not have put in a reference to Connor finishing the milk. And I may or may not have started giggling stupidly when I wrote it.

Warnings: Swearing. Also Jared keeps interpreting poor Evan and the reader’s kissing as something more, but it’s not really crude or anything, just him teasing Evan a little. This is all basically pure fluff.

Words: 4645

“Does that help you think better?”

Evan glances up at you. The two of you are sitting on his bed—or, more accurately, you’re sitting. He is lying on his back, his knees propped up and upper body hanging over the edge of the bed upside down, his head only a couple inches above the dingy dorm room carpet. “No,” he says. His awkward position and the quiet Owl City music drifting from his hand-me-down iPhone make his voice come out oddly muffled. “My back was just hurting.”

You smirk at him. “And you think that will help?”

He attempts to shrug and slips farther off the bed.

You return your focus to the biology textbook in your lap. It’s your first semester away at college, and you are lucky enough to share a class with Evan. When you were deciding on colleges, everyone warned you not to choose the school based on where your boyfriend was going. And you hadn’t, exactly. It was just that it was only a couple hours from home, wasn’t too expensive, and had a good psych program. You couldn’t help it that Evan had gotten a scholarship here.

“Okay,” you say. “Describe the characteristics of bryophytes.”

Evan’s face screws up. The tip of his tongue pokes through the side of his mouth as he thinks, and it reminds you of back in high school when you would quiz each other before algebra tests. “They’re smaller than most other plants. Um, some examples would be moss, liverwort, and, ah … oh, hornwort. They use spores instead of seeds. And … oh, and they get their food and nutrients through diffusion.”

“Yep.” You sigh a little as your eyes wander over Evan’s textbook. Large chunks of text are highlighted in crisp, straight yellow lines with certain words circled in blue pen. “They should have a condensed class for psych majors. I’m never going to use any of this stuff.”

“But it’s fun to know.”

“For you.” You shove the book off your lap and lower yourself onto your side, cocking your head so you can look down at his face. “Are we still going to the Finger Lakes National Forest tomorrow?”

“Hopefully.” Evan rubs his temple; his skin is starting to turn red from hanging upside down. “Jared keeps giving me shit about it, though. Apparently there’s some gaming club on campus, and they have a big meeting tomorrow. He thinks I should go or something. I don’t know.” He winces and shifts a little as if to get up, but then droops back down to the awkward position. His face turns sheepish. “I think I’m stuck.”

You laugh. “God, Ev.”

He grabs the side of his head, although a smile darts across his lips. “Help me up, I feel like my brain’s exploding.”

There’s just enough room beneath the top bunkbed to sit upright, so you get up on your knees. Bending over Evan, you grip his hand and help hoist him back onto the bed. His hair flops over his forehead, messy like when he’s woken up from a nap. It’s so cute you lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose.

His mouth curves up at the corners. “What’s that for?”

“Just because.” You scoot closer to him. Jared Kleinman and Connor Murphy, his roommates and best friends from high school, have for once left the two of you alone in the room, and right now with your knees pressed up against Evan’s and the only sound in the room the whimsical voice of Adam Young, this little nook feels wonderfully cozy. You let yourself bend toward him until you’re mouth hovers just an inch or two from his. “Is your brain okay now?”

He gives a tiny nod. Then, after quickly wiping his hands across his jeans, he bends forward and kisses you.

Lovely little shivers climb up your spine as hands find their way into hair and noses nudge. Evan kisses your lips, then your cheek and your nose and then your lips again, each kiss a tiny peck that leaves your skin hot. His kisses are frantic, as if he can’t get enough, but they’re also soft and gentle, like he’s afraid of breaking you. He’s always been like this with you—eager, but cautious.

Your relationship always been like this, soft and careful and loving, and you adore him for it.

The song on Evan’s iPhone switches to another Owl City song, this one driven by a cheerful guitar rather than synthesizers. Between kisses, you catch a glimpse of Evan smiling, and the sight of it pulls you in deeper. You cup his cheek in one hand and kiss him longer, your noses tucked against each other and foreheads pressed together.

“Get a room, you two.”

You and Evan jerk away from each other and whip toward the door. Jared stands in the doorway, a half-eaten cookie in one hand and a lazy smirk hanging on his mouth.

A furious blush spreads from Evan’s neck up to his ears as he glares. “Maybe you should knock next time.”

“Hey, I live here, too.” Jared bites off a chunk of the cookie and, lifting his other hand in a wave, speaks around the mouthful. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi,” you say, your voice coming out a little wobbly. The fact that you’ve known Jared Kleinman since elementary school and have seen him wandering around the dorm in smiley-face boxers on numerous occasions doesn’t take away the embarrassment over him walking in on you and Evan kissing. You run your hand over your hair and tuck it behind your ears, then pick at a loose thread on Evan’s comforter. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Evan shrink back into the shadows, although his eyebrows are still drawn in irritation.

The three of you are silent for a moment before Jared motions at the two of you. “Go ahead, continue,” he says. “I’ll just sit here and be quiet.”

Evan chucks his pillow at Jared, although it misses by several feet. “Don’t be gross,” he says.

Jared lets out a strangled sound around a mouthful of cookie. “Again, I live here too! What else am I supposed to do? I can’t just leave every time you guys need some sexy time—”

Evan sputters. “It wasn’t—we weren’t—”

“We were studying biology,” you say.

Jared lifts his eyebrows at you. “Right,” he says, dragging out the word.

When Evan fiddles with his shirt and you go back to picking at the thread on the comforter, Jared shoves the last bite of cookie in his mouth and shrugs. “Okay, well, guess I’ll just grab my Theory of Computation book and head back out. Hey, when I’m gone, why don’t you guys put a sign on the door or something? That way Connor won’t walk in when—”

“Jared,” Evan mutters. His ears are still bright red. “Shut up.”

“Whatever, bro.” Jared wanders to the desk beneath the loft bed across from Evan and Connor’s bunkbed and picks through the layer of junk. “Guess I’ll go hang out at Starbucks. Hell, at this point I spend so much time there they should start charging me rent.”

Evan gets up to retrieve his pillow from the floor. “Or you could just hang out in the common room instead of whining about not being in here.”

Jared aims a look at him over his shoulder. “Or you could.”

Evan frowns as he climbs back onto the bed but doesn’t say anything. The boys’ dorm is the kind where there are two rooms connected by a small living room/kitchen and a bathroom. You’ve met the boys in the other dorm a couple times, and Evan says they’re nice, but there’s something fundamentally uncomfortable about sharing a living space with people you don’t know. Especially when you’re already prone to feeling uncomfortable around people, no matter the living situation.

The door swings open for the second time in the past two minutes, and Connor storms in. “Kleinman,” he snaps, and Jared’s head jerks up. “Did you eat those cookies Mom sent me?”

Jared blinks wide eyes at him. He slowly dusts his hands off on his shorts. “No. Obviously not.”

Evan snickers beside you.

Connor’s eyes go steely. “How many times have we told you not to mess with our stuff? If you want something from home, ask your own damn parents.” He turns to Evan, as if looking for backup, and Evan jerks his head in a nod.

Jared props a hip against the desk and shrugs. “If you’re so concerned about it, just go buy some more cookies.”

“I can’t, those were my mom’s homemade cookies.”

“That’s a bummer.” Jared goes back to searching the desk for his textbook. “Like I said, bro, it wasn’t me.”


Jared’s mouth falls open. “Who says it had to be me?” he asks, his tone pitching up in indignation. “Why not Evan? Why not Y/N?”

“Because they have boundaries and know not to go through other people’s stuff.” Connor lifts his hand in a half-wave at you. “Hi, Y/N, by the way.”

“Hi,” you reply.

Jared shuffles a collection of pencils around on the desk. “Since when do I eat your crap? I mean, yes, there was that one time I borrowed some of your peanut butter …”

“How does one borrow food?” Evan asks, biting down on a grin, and Jared casts an irritated glance at him.

“You ate the whole fucking jar!” Connor snaps. “And then a week later you ate all of Evan’s cereal.”

“And you finished the milk,” Jared says. “So either way, he was screwed.”

“That was communal milk, you dick.”

While the two boys continue arguing, you nudge Evan with your elbow and mutter, “Do you think they’ll ever stop?”

“Probably for a few minutes until one of them finds something else to get angry over.” Evan hugs his pillow to his stomach and smirks. “We should get popcorn.”

“To throw at them?”

He laughs into his pillow.

“Okay, so I ate Evan’s last bag of gummy bears the other day!” Jared shouts. “Big deal!”

“Yes, Jared,” Connor says. He says it in a quietly sarcastic voice, and somehow it’s a hundred times more intimidating than Jared’s yelling. “That was Evan’s. And we’ve told you not to do that anymore.”

“I don’t, it was just once—”

“Just once?” Connor begins ticking items off on his fingers. “There was the peanut butter, then the cereal, then the M&Ms, then the brownies—”

“Hey,” Jared says, “those were for all of us.”

“No, they definitely weren’t.” Conner holds up his hand, all five fingers splayed. “And then you ate Evan’s gummy bears.”

“Don’t forget when he stole your nail polish,” Evan says.

Connor’s eyebrows wrinkle as he seethes, “You did what?”

Jared’s face flushes red. “I didn’t steal it,” he says. “I was—I was just—it was going to be a prank—”

“Okay, that’s it.” Connor thrusts his finger toward the door, his arm rigid. “Out.”

“Out?” you whisper.

“Connor likes to try to kick Jared out every time he steals our food,” Evan murmurs back. “Usually it ends with them making up and playing a videogame in the common room.”

“How sweet.” You watch the two boys glaring at each other for a moment. “I have a better idea.”

Evan gives you a funny look as you slide off the bed and step between Connor and Jared. “How about instead of yelling, we all go back to my house tomorrow?” you say. “I’ll bake, like, four dozen cookies. Those should last a while, right?”

“Not with Kleinman around,” Connor mutters.

Jared frowns. “Hey, that’s not—”

“Guys. Focus.” You cross your arms and glance up at Connor; you’re not that much shorter than Jared, but Connor towers over you. “Evan and I were going to go to the Finger Lakes National Forest. We’d probably visit our families before heading back up here anyway. So it’s no big deal. Okay?”

“Y/N,” Jared says, a relieved grin lighting his face, “that may be the best idea you’ve ever had.” He swipes his textbook off the desk, where it has been sitting under a pile of t-shirts, and saunters toward the door. “See you guys for dinner!”

“We still need to talk about you stealing our food!” Connor shouts after him as the door shuts. He blinks at you, then at the biology textbook on the floor and Evan kneeling on the bed. “What are you guys doing?” he asks.

“Studying,” the two of you say at the same time.


The four of you pile into Jared’s minivan on Saturday morning and head toward home. Despite the extra passengers, you still go ahead with your plan to stop at the Finger Lakes National Forest. As soon as the road heads into the woods, Evan’s face melts into a smile that reminds you of when he was younger, and it makes something inside you flutter so hard it tickles.

You spend a good four hours hiking. Evan is almost giddy with it all; he’s taking pictures of everything and keeps pointing out various flowers and trees he hasn’t seen before. You bend down to study every new kind of moss he discovers and even let him put a salamander he finds in your hand.

Connor and Jared at least act somewhat interested at first, but toward the end of the hike they’re both nearly growling every time Evan stops to take a picture of something. Connor keeps griping about their lack of food, and Jared has drugged himself up on allergy meds and is hanging onto Connor’s arm as he tries to stay awake.

“They should be fun to drive with,” you murmur to Evan when Jared trips over a tree root and nearly takes Connor down with him. The taller boy lets out a string of swear words loud enough that it startles several birds up from the underbrush as he helps Jared back to his feet.

“They’ll probably fall asleep,” Evan says, snapping a picture of a mushroom that looks utterly unremarkable to you. “Or Connor will listen to his music and brood until we get food.”


Evan bends toward you and plants a swift kiss on your cheek. “You can sit up front with me and pick the music.”

You kiss him back, this time a tiny peck on his lips that leaves him blushing. “Good.”

The drive to Evan’s house goes remarkably smoothly; as Evan predicted, Connor and Jared fall asleep within twenty minutes of leaving the national forest. You turn on Evan’s Owl City playlist, and the two of you listen to it in peaceful silence all the way back to his house.

When you arrive, you, Connor, and Jared follow Evan to the front door. You don’t even get inside before Heidi bursts out and smothers the four of you in hugs. “I’ve missed you so much,” she murmurs, kissing Evan’s forehead. “All of you.”

Evan’s cheeks go pink as his mom continues hugging him, but his mouth bends in a smile that, just like the one in the forest earlier, reminds you of when he was younger.

The four of you follow Heidi inside and spend a good half hour in the family room telling her about school. A giddy smile that looks remarkably similar to her son’s lights her face as she listens. At one point you follow her to the kitchen to get water for yourself and the boys, and she gives you another hug and says, “I’m so glad to see you again. I’ve missed our chats.”

You let the hug linger for a moment; ever since you became friends with Evan, Heidi has loved you. She’s so much easier to talk to than most adults you interacted with during high school, and she almost feels like a second mom, or maybe an older sister. “I’ve missed you too.”

She lets you go and begins pulling glasses down from the cabinet. “Are things still good with you and Evan?”

You think of last night on his bed and how at home you felt when it was just the two of you, studying and talking and kissing. The memory alone sends a warm little flutter through your stomach. “Things are perfect.”

“Good,” she says. She’s biting down on a smile, almost like she’s trying to downplay how excited she is for you and Evan. It’s a little reminder of how much she cares about the two of you and it makes you love her even more.

You return to the family room, and after another fifteen minutes of chatting with Heidi, she says she has to run a few errands before her shift. Evan kisses his mom goodbye, and it brings up hundreds of memories of spending evenings at his house and watching his mom steal a kiss on the cheek before running out to go to work or school. Somehow those days feel both so long ago and like they happened only yesterday.

You were so young back then and don’t want to go back; you aren’t the type of person to miss high school. But right now standing here in the Hansens’ house, surrounded by the warmth and love with your family only a few minutes, a part of you wishes you could just stay here and spend your evenings with Evan goofy shows and, at the end of the night, returning home to your family.

A gentle tug on your hand pulls you from your thoughts. “Come on,” Evan murmurs, his fingers wrapped around yours. “We should start baking.”

Baking cookies at the Hansens’ has always been a fun activity. It started sometime back in high school; you and Evan were bored one night and didn’t have anything good to eat, so the two of you Googled a bunch of cookie recipes and decided to try them. It quickly became a popular activity for rainy days or times when you or Evan didn’t feel like leaving the house. One evening Heidi came home from work to find every surface in the kitchen covered in various kinds of cookies and you singing showtunes so off-key Evan just sat on the floor laughing.

Despite it being several months since the two of you baked anything, when you get into the kitchen, it’s like you and Evan are magically synced up. You begin cracking eggs into the mixing bowl and beating them with brown sugar while he carefully measures flour into a second bowl. Jared and Connor stand off to the side, watching the flurry of activity with dazed expressions.

“Can we help?” Connor asks, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

You shake your head as you scrape butter into the bowl with eggs and sugar. “Not yet, we’re good.”

Evan carries his bowl over to yours; he’s added all the dry ingredients and quietly stirs them with a wooden spoon. Whenever the two of you bake, he somehow ends up getting flour on him and today is no different—there’s a smudge on the tip of his nose as well as a spattering of it across his navy blue t-shirt.

You brush the tip of his nose with your index finger, wiping away the flour, and then plant a small kiss there. “You’re messy,” you murmur.

A crooked smile jerks at his mouth. “But I make damn good cookie dough.”

“Only ’cause I’m helping you.”

He shakes his head. “I made you cookies after you had your wisdom teeth out, and they were good.”

You laugh. “Evan, those were the most undercooked cookies I’ve ever eaten.”

“They were supposed to be soft so you could eat them.”

“Soft, not raw.”

Evan dips his finger in the bowl of flour and smudges a line of it on your nose. You flick at his finger, giggling. If it were just the two of you, you would both probably end up with flour all over your faces and clothes, but with Connor and Jared watching, you just flick a tiny bit of flour onto Evan’s cheek and then turn back to the mixer.

Evan watches over your shoulder while you slowly add the dry ingredients to the mixer; eventually he lets his hands rest on your hips, timid at first. You lean back against him a little, and he wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder, his cheek against your hair. You close your eyes for a moment and focus on the way his arms feel around your stomach, wishing desperately for it to be just the two of you because you would turn around and kiss him until you couldn’t breathe.

When you open your eyes again, Jared is beside you with a spoon in his hand. He shuts off the mixer and reaches to dip the spoon in the bowl.

You swat his hand away. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Jesus, Y/N. I was just going to taste the cookie dough.”

Evan lets his arms fall away from you and takes a step back. He nods at the batter. “It has raw eggs in it.”

“I’ve been eating raw cookie dough my entire life, I don’t think it will kill me.” Jared goes to get a scoop, but you swat his hand away again and receive an exasperated huff in return.

“Come on,” Connor says from the other side of the kitchen. “If you’re not gonna let us help, at least let us have some of the dough.” He tucks his hair behind one ear and clears his throat. “Or, um, let Kleinman have some.”

For some reason, the image of the brooding, tall boy savoring a spoonful of cookie dough makes your lips twitch with a smile. You lean back against the counter. “I didn’t know you liked cookie dough, Connor.”

“What kind of moron doesn’t?” Jared asks, quickly swiping his spoon through the dough before you can tell him not to. “Besides, he’s the one who freaked out over me eating the last cookie.”

“Because it was mine.” Connor crosses his arms over his chest. “I’ll have a bite once you put chocolate chips in it.”

You shoo Jared away before he can double dip and say, “Evan and I were planning on putting in raisins, actually.”

Evan gives you a funny look for a few seconds before he seems to catch on. “Oh yeah,” he says. “Y/N and I, um, specialize in raisin cookies.”

A look of utter revulsion passes over Connor’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me.”

“Raisin cookies are good,” Jared says, licking the last bit of dough off his spoon. He squints at the mixing bowl. “Although I don’t know why there’s no oatmeal in the batter if—”

“Shut up, Kleinman.” Connor stalks closer to you, and you bite back the laugh that threatens rise from your throat. “Are you honestly telling me we drove two hours and spent four hours in a fucking forest just for you to make raisin cookies?”

Evan starts snickering before you can say anything.

Connor glares at the two of you. “You’re hilarious,” he deadpans. “Truly.”

Evan’s laughter grows louder and harder, to the point where he’s clutching his stomach, and you and Jared start laughing, too. “You’re face,” Jared hoots, pointing at Connor. “You looked—god, I think you were more pissed than when I ate the cookie yesterday—oh god—”

“I was just surprised.” Connor maintains his scowl, but you notice the corner of his mouth twitching. He bites down on his lip. “Obviously I don’t care.”

Jared gasps out another laugh and claps Connor on the shoulder. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Murphy.”


Sunday night, the four of you have returned to school, and you and Evan are once again sitting on his bed, quizzing each other for tomorrow’s biology test. Or, you were until ten minutes ago when you flopped down on the bed and announced that you were going to go blind from looking at that textbook so much. Since then, the two of you have been curled up together, scrolling through pictures from the national forest on Evan’s phone.

Evan’s lying behind you, his chest to your back and arm draped over you so the two of you can see his phone. He tucks his cheek against yours, peering over your shoulder as he scrolls through the pictures.

“Look at this one,” he murmurs, stopping on one of Connor shimmying up a tree like a monkey.

“Mm, I like the ones of you better.”

His cheek flushes warm against yours, and you turn and kiss him before he can worry about figuring out a response.

Evan lets the kiss linger a long time; he lays his phone down and twists so he can hold your face with both hands. It’s like a strange dance programmed within you; the two of you are thinking only of kissing, but somehow your bodies know to turn and rise up on your knees, hands going to faces and tangling in hair.

A loud bang sends the two of you falling away from each other, so fast Evan smacks his head on the side of the bunk bed. He winces as the two of you look at Jared standing in the doorway, a cookie clutched in one hand. He’s only wearing a t-shirt and Spider-Man boxers.

“Were you in the common room?” Evan asks, rubbing the back of his head. “In that?”

“Yup.” Jared shoves half the cookie in his mouth and motions at the two of you. “Sorry to interrupt again. Like I said before, you should really put a sign on the door.”

A blush rises in your cheeks. Evan’s ears burn red, but he just rolls his eyes.

Jared pulls a chocolate chip from the cookie and pops it in his mouth. “Carry on.”

“Oh god,” you groan, and bury your face in Evan’s pillow. The soft smell of his shampoo overwhelms your senses and fills your stomach with butterflies, and then you’re blushing all over again.

“Did you, uh, do you need something, Jared?” Evan asks. It takes him a moment to find the biology textbook, which has apparently fallen to the floor. He bends to pick it up and holds it up for Jared to see. “We were just … studying.”

“Uh-huh.” Jared waves his cookie at the upper bunk. “I finished my homework early and was going to try to sleep; the last time I got a good night’s sleep was in, like, my junior year of high school. But I mean, if you two need me to go …”

You groan again and smoosh your face into Evan’s pillow.

“We can go study in the common room,” Evan says.

When you glance up, Jared’s eyebrows are raised. “You can study out there?”

Evan steals his pillow from you and throws it at Jared. It bounces pathetically off his stomach.

Jared scoops the pillow off the floor with one hand, his other still holding the remainder of his cookie. He tosses it back to Evan. “You know, James and Devin are out tonight. And last I checked, Chris was going to try to sleep, too. So no one’s gonna bother you if you just go out there and—”

“Kleinman!” Connor’s voice bellows from somewhere out in the common room, and Jared freezes. “Did you fucking eat the last cookie again?”

“No!” Jared shouts back. He shoves the last bite of the cookie in his mouth and points at the two of you, his voice coming out garbled around the mouthful. “I swear to God, if you two say anything …”

But you and Evan are too busy laughing for him to worry about that.


Here’s a mix of some drabble prompts that include some angst, light hearted, smut, funny, all of those types of things. Send request in! (I do spider-man: Homecoming characters/cast)

 1. “You’re so annoying.”

2. “Was I not supposed to mention that.”

3. “What an awkward situation.”

4. “You can’t tell any body.”

5. “I can’t wait to get out of here.”

6. “When I kiss you I forget to breathe.”

7. “It’s like I’m in the cosmos when I’m with you.”

8. “That was alarming.”

9. “I didn’t see the warning signs.”

10. “Save them.”

11. “Stop lying. For once, tell the truth.”

12. “If you’re willing to be a hero, you’re willing to sacrifice.”

13. “Because you’ve done such a great job at protecting me.”

14. “You don’t have to yell.”

15. “You’re him.”

16. “I’m gonna pass out.”

17. “Welcome to the real world.”

18. “I’ll see you one day.”

19. “So you’re just gonna leave?”

20. “This is the worst plan ever.”

21. “If people start getting sick at a alarming rate, I’m blaming you.”

22. “Close your eyes.”

23. “Please do’t go.”

24. “This doesn’t mean I like you.”

25. “You look amazing.”

26. “Smile for me please.”

27. “We are not watching Rings at three in the morning!”

28. “I do love you.”

29. “I’m a hormonal teenage boy.”

30. “If my life were a movie, it’d be a sad psychological thriller.”

31. “You’re literally glowing.”

32. “I’m terrified, but slightly aroused.”

33. “The world is ending and it’s all your fault.”

34. “Don’t ever do that again.”

35. “You’re alive.”

36. “A life without you is a life without us.”

37. “I just feel so…hallow.”

38. “I’m not letting you go.”

39. “I walk out that door, it’s over.”

40. “It’s been a while…’

41. “Stop ignoring me.”

42. “Don’t do that.”

43. “I have a right to be jealous.”

44. “I really just want to float out of my body and not come back.”

45. “This is forever.”

46. “Why are you so hypnotizing?”

47. “I don’t deserve you.”

48. “This is so pretty.”

49. “You’re really bad for me, but I don’t care.”

50. “Let’s go on a road trip.”

51. “I can make you melt in the palm of my hand.”

52. “You’re snoring again.”

53. “This isn’t a goodbye. It’s a hello.”

54. “Let me help you take the pain away.”

55. “I feel like my heart is exploding. In the good way.”

56. “Are we really doing this, is this really happening?”

57. “This isn’t fair, you’re like ten thousand times stronger than me.”

58. “Don’t drop me.”

59. “I hate you.”

60. “Pinch me, I think i’m dreaming.”

61. “Hide! Hide now!”

62. “Are we gonna kiss, because we should kiss.”

63. “I’m in love with you and it sucks because you’ll never love me the way I want you to.”

64. “Sing me to sleep.”

65. “Aw, you’re blushing.”

66. “Stop moaning.”

67. “Do you think I’m careless?”

68. “I’m scared.”

69. “Just sleep here tonight.”

70. “Kiss me.”

71. “I wish time would stop.”

72. “I can’t stop thinking about you and it fucking hurts.”

73. “Are you sure?”

74. “Please tell me you’re okay.”

75. “Be a legend.”

76. “I can’t breathe.”

77. “Don’t say anything to try and fix it.”

78. “Will you be there?”

79. “I felt so alone.”

80. “I have no one else.”

81. “We all need someone eventually.”

82. “I’m fine.”

83. “Happiness looks really good on you.”

84. “Take off your shirt.”

85. “Do you like the rain?”

86. “It wouldn’t have hurt this much if you didn’t lie.”

87. “Let’s go out tonight.”

88. “It’s been a long week.”

89. “Isn’t this illegal?”

90. “I’m so fucking sad all the time.”

91. “I depend on you.”

92. “What did you just say?”

93. “That was really hot.”

94. “Don’t make a sound.”

95. “Stop biting your lip.”

96. “Don’t look at me like that.”

97. “When did you get a key to my apartment?”

98. “You’re such a loser.”

99. “Oh my god , you’re in a cult.”

100. “Prove it.”

Yoon-gi’s Blue Hair

I do not know if someone has already made this connection yet or not, but I think I know why Yoon-gi’s hair is died blue from this September Comeback. :3

I lay in bed at night thinking about it. I just watched the “BTS NEWS” Comeback Special and was wondering about Yoon-gi’s blue hair. He said it was supposed to turn out like the silver-blue hair he has now and not be so vibrant. (Yoon-gi literal has Grandpa Hair!! XD I am kidding, of course because if it were to be true, Ji-min would of had Grandpa Hair first. :3)

Anyway, I remember Ji-min mentioning for the YOU NEVER WALK ALONE Comeback that a line in Spring Day was changed and he got pale pink hair to match the cherry blossoms [originally posted on].

And, then, I remember the part in Serendipity that talked about penicillium, which is a type of blue mold, and how the “you” in the song was Ji-min’s penicillium. Then, I remembered what Yoon-gi looked like during YOU NEVER WALK ALONE and how he had the black hair with the blue streaks [originally posted on]. 

I recognized it almost immediately, starting me square in the face (the YOU NEVER WALK ALONE Yoon-gi picture is my phone background). All of this time, I had the answer right in front of me, just waiting patiently. Ji-min’s penicillium is Yoon-gi and the proof I give is his bright blue hair [originally posted on @BTS_twt as Yoon-gi’s tweet]. Which, in all honesty, makes sense. Yoon-gi was trying to save Ji-min during the Japanese Version of Blood, Sweat, and Tears. He is trying to protect Ji-min where he failed to protect Jung-kook.

All of this is no coincidence.

so some kid lost his toy heffalump in my town

so some legend gave it a wash and set up a facebook page for it

and every day they update it saying that he’s hanging out with his friends

or eating cereal

or doing some learning on how to survive in wild if he’s lost again

help I swear this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen

Journal #16: Because I Haven’t Done One in a While

Hey, so, here’s a friendly reminder… Don’t be disgusted with your past self even if you used to do ridiculous things.

Like, remember when I wrote all that really angsty poetry? I cringe whenever I look at it now, but…when I wrote it, it was helping me to express my feelings instead of just letting them explode inside of me. Remember when I was all obsessed with the Galactic Empire and I was just like this over-passionate kid yelling my opinions at everyone? I was having the discovery that no, I don’t have to agree with my parents on everything, and I should have the freedom to form my own perspectives and discuss them with other people. Those things seem silly to me now, but they were important to me then, and I shouldn’t abuse myself for them just because I’m different and I’ve grown up.

Even your mistakes…don’t beat yourself up over your mistakes. Try to look at what came out of them. Like…that time when I yelled at my dad? It led to me being forced to explain myself to him, and then I got to see how much he actually does care about me. Or…the many, many times when I’ve been kind of rude, and snippy, and sarcastic towards innocent people when I wasn’t doing so great. Looking back on it helps me realize just how much I let my feelings get the best of me, and it teaches me that it’s something I’ve got to work on in the future.

And on that note? Don’t be disgusted with your present self, either, if there’s things you’re working on that you’re not accomplishing, or things you can’t let go of, or whatever. You’re still growing. You’re still changing. But the thing is, you’re still you, and you’ve got to accept yourself even when you’re not where you want to be. Because chances are, you’ll never be where you want to be—there will always be something that you’re working towards.

So, listen. Don’t beat yourself up. Don’t. Beat. Yourself. Up. Life is gonna do that for you, buddy, and it doesn’t need your help.

I don’t know if I have ever felt this alone in my life. It’s kinda there’s a wall surrounding me and no one can break thru. I mean I can see people and hear them, I just can’t help but feel alone. My brain feels like it’s fonna explode from everything inside of it and my grades are failing. My parents don’t care and I have no friends to tell. I don’t really know what to do

#3 You Have a Nightmare (Cashton)

Requested: swiftiesince06iwishyouknewthat 

Word Counts: Calum; 383 || Ashton; 689

You can find Luke’s here. || You can find Michael’s here.


Calum Hood

One minute you’re sitting around your family’s dinner table and the next thing you know someone is barging through the door and holding a gun to your head. You try and scream out for Calum, but no matter how loud you scream all that comes out is a whisper. You beg your captor to let you go, and to please not hurt you, but he smacks your temple with his gun knocking you unconscious. You can hear Calum calling out to you, but your body feels like it has weights holding you down. Your body begins to shake and you begin to think you’re dying as you see a small light shining; you begin to walk towards the light when suddenly you’re shaken awake by Calum, the light shining from the bathroom letting you notice the concerned expression on his face.

“Finally, you’re awake!” He exclaims, wrapping you in his arms.

“What?” You ask, cuddling closer to his chest to steal some of his body heat.

“You were thrashing around and whimpering, but I couldn’t seem to wake you up.” He explains.

“Y-yeah.” You stutter, the nightmare you just woke up from slowly coming back to your mind.

“What happened, baby?” He coos, putting a loose strand of hair behind your ear, kissing your temple softly.

“I-I was just sitting at the dinner table, and suddenly a man came in and held a gun to my head, but no matter how much I screamed it wouldn’t come out as more than a squeak, and I was so scared I’d never see you again.” Tears escapw your eyes as you finish the last part.

“Oh, Y/N.” He whispers, pulling your head against his chest, his heartbeat calming you slightly; he tilts your head up, so you can see his eyes. “You know I’d do everything in my power to protect you, right? I love you so much, and I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

You nod, burying your face against his chest again. Calum pulls you down slightly, so you’re head is laying on his chest; he pulls the duvet over the both of you, kissing your forehead.

“You’re alright, baby girl. I’ve got you. I won’t let anyone hurt you. My arms will always be a safe place for you.”

Ashton Irwin

You feel the tears begin to burn in your eyes as you see Ashton making out with another girl. You want to march over there and put him in his place, because who the hell does he think he is? How could he ever do this to you? You’re engaged for pete’s sake! You try so hard to move your feet, but it’s like you’re glued to the cement. You try and call out to him, scream at him, anything, but nothing comes out of your throat. You begin to crumple to the ground, sobbing in the middle of the sidewalk as you see Ashton with his hand on the small of the other girl’s back as he directs her inside of the hotel the two of you were staying at. You can’t believe he doesn’t even have the decency to cheat at another hotel. You try screaming again and again, but still nothing comes out. Everyone walks past you as if you don’t even exist, and you continue to sob as you wish the ground would just open up and swallow you whole. You suddenly hear Ashton calling your name over and over again, but see no one in sight. The whole street is completely bare, and you can’t seem to find him. You’re jolted awake as Ashton has you in his arms, rubbing your hair softly. You blink a few times, taking in your surroundings; a sigh of relief leaves your lungs as you realize it was just a nightmare, but as you begin to think about it silent tears slowly fall down your flushed cheeks.

“Hey now, what’s wrong pretty girl?” Ashton asks, holding you tighter in his arms.

You shake your head and mumble a quick “nothing.”

Ashton sighs, lifting your body, so you’re sitting on his lap facing him. You avoid his gaze as he runs his thumb along your cheek.

“Princess, what’s wrong? You seemed like you were having a pretty bad nightmare.”

“I’m fine.” You answer, looking down at your lap.

“Y/N, I know when you’re lying. Come on, it’s me. You know you can tell me anything.” He reassures, tilting your chin, your eyes meet his pleading ones. “Talk to me.”

“I-I had a nightmare that you were cheating on me.” You mumble.

“Wh-what?” He asks incredulously.

“Don’t make me say it again.” You mutter, turning your attention to your lap once again.

“You don’t really think I’d do that to you do you?” He asks, sadness lacing his tone.

“No, but I’m afraid one day you’re going to get bored of me, and you’ll realize that you deserve so much better! I mean, what if one day you just wake up and see me and you’re just like “ew, why did I ever marry her?” and you leave me for som-“

Ashton quickly cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours feverishly, he places his hand behind your neck, pulling you as close to him as possible. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Don’t ever, and I mean ever, think I would leave you for someone else. I love you and only you. I asked you to marry me, Y/N, and I understood what that meant when I asked you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Every morning when I wake up, and I see you next to me, your hair a complete rat’s nest, a few eye boogers, and yes even your morning breath; I still can’t help but feel like my heart is going to explode from how much I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smile shyly.

Ashton smiles, kissing your nose. “Want to go get a burger and a shake?”

“Ashton, it’s 2 in the morning.”

“I know, but we used to do it all the time when we were teenagers. Come on, split a shake with me my darling Y/N?” He asks with pleading puppy dog eyes.

You giggle, slipping his shirt on. “Fine, but I want fries too.”

“Anything for you, princess.” He chirps, kissing your lips quickly before throwing some clothes on.

The Fight -  Markiplier Imagine

Three years, that’s how long I’ve been with Mark. It’s been great granted we have had our ups and downs but every couple does. Today, evidently, is our anniversary. I had the whole night planned, we are going to go have dinner at a nice restaurant then come home and watch Batman v Superman which neither of us has seen yet. I wanted tonight to be perfect.

“Hey Mark,” I say to him as I walk into his office.

He’s seated at his desk, his hair all wild like. He’s wearing a black v-neck shirt, a pair of dark wash jeans, and a pair of black converse. He looks irresistible to say the least. His eyes are glued to the computer screen. Mark doesn’t say a word, did he not hear me?

“Mark?” I say again, this time my voice sounding cross. I take a step further into the room and tap his shoulder lightly. He spins around and looks at me.

“What?” He says to me sounding rather pissed.

“I just came to check on you, are you okay?” I ask him a bit concerned.

“I’m fine, I’m just busy and need to work. So could you please leave me alone for awhile?” He says turning his attention back to the computer screen.

I fight back tears and leave his office, slamming the door behind me. I walk to the living room and sit down on the couch. I pull out my cell phone and call my best friend. I hastily wipe the tears from my eyes as I listen to the phone ring.

“Hello?” My best friend Sam says into the phone.

“I think he forgot,” I say to her.

“He couldn’t have forgotten,” she says to me trying to be reassuring.

“I went into his office to talk to him and see if he was okay. He just barked at me about how much he has to do and told me to leave him alone,” I say the tears welling up in my eyes again.

“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry. Hopefully he’ll pull his head out of his ass and realize the date,” she says to me. “If he doesn’t you’re more then welcome to come over here and we can have a girls night to get your mind off Mister Poopey Pants.”

“Okay, thank you Sam,” I say to her with a small giggle.

“Just keep me posted.”

“Okay, I will,” I say to her as I hang up the phone.

I stare at the ground, getting lost in my thoughts. Here I had this whole night planned for us and now I’m not sure if it’s even going to happen. It’s 3 o’clock and I wanted to leave here at 5. I know he’s been stressed out trying to upload content for his channel since it has grown so much in recent years but we made an agreement when we had been dating for a year that our anniversary is to be treated like a holiday for us.

“I’m going out for awhile,” Mark says entering the room.

“Wait what?” I said to him with a look of confusion on my face.

“I said I’m going out, Wade invited me to hang out and I said yes,” he says putting on his coat.

“But, I thought we were going to do something tonight?” I say in a small voice. 

“We can do something another night,” he says grabbing his keys.

“Do you even realize what day it is?” I say my blood beginning to boil.

“August 22nd, so?” He says looking at me.

“So? So? Has three years of being together meant absolutely nothing to you since you forgot the date of our anniversary so easily?” I say standing up from the couch, my cheeks turning red with anger.

“Today isn’t our anniversary, it’s next week” he says raising his voice.

“You’re an idiot. Fine, go out with Wade but I won’t be here when you come back,” I say leaving the living room and walking to our bedroom.

I walk to the closet and pull out my suitcase. I fling it open on the bed. I start to shove random pieces of clothing into the open case, not caring about being neat. I wipe the tears from my cheeks and try to contain my sobs. I walk into the bathroom and grab what I need from there and fling it into the suitcase. I push everything in further and zip of the suitcase. I take one last look at the bedroom and head back toward the living room.

Mark is no where to be seen. I shake my head, grab my keys and leave.

(Mark’s P.O.V.)

“Hey Mark,” Wade greets me as he opens the door.

“Hey Wade,” I say as I walk into the house.

We walk into the living room. I take a seat in the middle of the couch. I stare down at my feet. I can’t help but feel like my heart is about to explode. I shouldn’t have left but I know that our anniversary is next week. I have everything planned for the actual day. I have reservations at
Y/N’s favorite restaurant and I plan on proposing.

“You okay?” Wade ask as he sits down in the recliner next to the couch.

“Yeah, Y/N and I just got into a fight before I came here,” I say with a sigh.

“What about?” Wade asks raising his eyebrow.

“She said that our anniversary is today but it’s next week,” I say rubbing my forehead.

“Um, Mark you’re anniversary is today. I didn’t realize it till after I had called you,” he says to me.

“You serious?” I ask him with wide eyes.

“Yeah, your guys’ anniversary is the day before my moms birthday and her birthday is tomorrow,” Wade says.

“Shit, what do I do? She said that she wouldn’t be there when I come home?” I say feeling panicked.

“She’s probably at Sam’s, I think you need to go over there. You need to talk to her and make it up to her,” Wade says.

“Yeah okay. I’ll talk to you later,” I say as I rush out the door to my car. I know what I’m going to do to win my girl back.

(Y/N P.O.V)

“It’ll be okay,” Sam says as she rubs my back. We’re both seated on the couch, she’’s trying to cheer me up as I cry uncontrollably.

“I love him, Sam. I love him so much. I don’t know what I’m going to do now,” I sob out.

“Y/N, everything happens for a reason,” she says.

Suddenly there’s a knock at the door. Sam looks at me confused and gets up from the couch. She walks to the door and slowly opens it. Her face turns to pure shock.

“What are you doing here?” She says to the person.

“Is Y/N here?” It was Mark.

“Um yeah, she’s here,” Sam says moving from the door to let Mark in.

I wipe my face with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. Mark walks into the house. I meet his gaze, his eyes are puffy and red. He’s clearly been crying. In his hands he holds a bouquet of peonies, my favorite flower.

He slowly walks over to me and hesitates before sitting down next to me. I nod my head signaling that it’s okay. Mark sits down next to me and hands me the flowers. I take them with a small smile and set them down next to me. Mark hesitantly reaches his hand out to take mine. I allow him to, even though I am upset I still love him.

“Y/N,” he starts, “I am so extremely sorry. I honestly thought that our anniversary was next week. I had the whole day planned. I’m sorry I was an asshole and that I hurt you.”

“It’s okay, I was just really upset that you had forgotten especially since we promised each other that we’d always set time aside for each other on our anniversary,” I say looking at out entangled hands.

“I know, I am so completely sorry,” he says.

Mark then slow gets up off the couch. He kneels in front of me. I look at him confused. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little blue velvet box. My hands immediately go to my mouth, my eyes tearing up gain but this time from happiness. Sam, whose standing in the corner, gasps and pulls out her phone clearly to take pictures of this moment.

“Y/N, I love you with all my heart. I have spent the past three years of my life with you and they have been the best years of my life. Sure we have had our problems, but what couple doesn’t. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to have kids and grow old with you and only you.  So, Y/N, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He asks while opening the little box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.
Tears start to pour from my eyes. I’m in awe, unable to form any words. I frantically nod my head. Mark takes my hand and slips the ring onto my finger. Of course it fits perfectly. Mark stands up and takes my hand pulling me up with him. He engulfs me in a hug. I nozzle my face into his neck.

He pulls away from me and cups my cheeks. Mark has a huge smile plastered on his face. His thumb strokes my cheek. I smile up at him. He leans in and places his lips onto mine. The kiss is filled with so much love. I smile into the kiss as all the reason’s why I love Mark flood into my mind.

“I love you Y/N,” Mark says parting from my lips.

“I love you too Mark,” I say to him with a smile.

This was the best anniversary I could ask for. Sure the start of it was horrible but how it ended, that’s what matters. I love Mark with all my heart and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.

What are you doing to me Westallen!!?

I just saw the leaked images of Iris and Barry kissing in s3.


Then I hear that they (Grant & Candice) were dancing and shit in between the many takes of this scene. 

This is one of the few moments I am not exaggerating when I say…I feel like my heart is going to EXPLODE!!

Help me! No actually don’t. Let me drown…let me drown in these feelz. I am happy. 

Ships Sailing (Part 2)

The thng about this is the fact that Erza’s okay with it. She’s OKAY with it. For Erza that may as well mean that she maybe liked it. After all, when has Erza ever said yes to things she couldn’t stand?

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