his hair looks so shiny

Infatuation -Part 4


Originally posted by royalkpop

Summary: You are now a Pre-K teacher and you meet Jaebum, a single dad. 

Genre: Romance, teacher, single dad

Warnings: smut in later chapters, swearing

Definition of Pre-K: teacher for children at the age of 4

Author’s Note: I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. Thank you so much for reading! Also, please look up what a hayride is if you don’t know. It’s a popular attraction during Halloween and it’s usually a tractor drawn hayride and random fake creatures pop out of no where to scare people.

Part 4:

“Y/N, will you calm down? It’s just me. Jaebum.”

“Mmm..Mr. Im?”

You felt your hands clutching his shirt. It was dark, and you could barely see anything. 

“Yes it’s me. Where the hell is Jackson? Why are you so scared right now?”

“Well obviously I got scared because of those fake ghosts and I let go of Jackson’s arm now I can’t freaking find him.”

“Here, take my hand we will go find him”

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Eager - Ellessey - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

For KuroDai Week 2017, Day 4: Blind Date/Shotgun Wedding 

Daichi never should have agreed to this. He doesn’t even like dating. It’s awkward and contrived, and restaurants like this one, with waiters who are better dressed than he’s ever been, are specifically designed to make people like him—people who are most at home in the park, or the gym—feel like giant imposters.

He jabs the button on his phone a little harder than necessary and pulls up his text conversation with his best friend, who is also the cause of his current discomfort.

Daichi: suga wtf…this place is way too fancy
Daichi: and he’s not here yet

Suga: it’s not fancy, they just don’t serve happy meals 
Suga: and i told you you were leaving too early

Daichi: is he this kind of person? why would you set me up with someone who likes places like this?

Suga: i chose the place, you shit, because the food is excellent
Suga: please stop complaining and have a little faith in me

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anonymous asked:

In your future klance au do you think that after everything is settled down, both lances are in their time periods, Keith thinks it's a good idea to cut his hair and Lance grabs his wrist, looks him dead in the eye and mutters "don't. Fucking. Do. It." And Keith is like *INTENSE BLUSHING* "OK????????"

It sounds like something he’d say, yeah! I think short haired Keith looks nice but his hair is so thick and shiny, it’d be a waste to cut it, no?

his hair looks so soft and shiny and healthy and i wanna run my fingers through it but i’ll take watching him run his fingers through it gladly tyvm

Being Human ||Seventeen 95line Au Part 1

{A/N} Hey guys, so this fic is partially based off the tv show Being Human, but mainly the only thing that’s the same is supernatural beings sharing a house in an attempt to try and appear normal to the outside world. There is a werewolf and a ghost like in the show, but the other two are something else that will be revealed later. 95line will be the main characters, so you will see them the most, but the other members will pop up occasionally. Also I know the picture has Jeonghan’s shorter hair, but in the story he still has his long hair.

You stared at the door. You had to try again. It hadn’t worked yet, but you needed it too. You needed to believe that it would work because the alternative was too painful for you to bare. You took a deep breath. (Well technically you did. Breathing isn’t exactly something you can do anymore, but you can still do the action and somehow it still feels like you are breathing even though it’s physically impossible) It gave you enough confidence to make your way across the room to the door. 

Standing just a few feet in front of the door, you began to raise your hand out in front of you. You watched as your hand disappeared through it. This is a good sign. Although, it has happened before and it still didn’t work. But, you couldn’t think of that right now. You needed to focus on this. You took a step forward and your foot disappeared through the door now too. 

“Here goes nothing,” you say out loud. It didn’t matter that Hoshi was sitting on the couch 10 feet from you. He had never heard, or even seen you once in the years that he has lived here. So you paid no mind to him and whatever he was watching on the TV. You walked the rest of the way through the door.

OH CHEESES!” You found yourself, once again, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Any time you try to leave the house you always end up back here. At the spot where you died. You don’t remember exactly how it happened, you just remember falling. Then it was like you woke up, except you weren’t ever asleep. It was like you woke up from living. You know you had hit your head though, that’s what actually killed you. You saw your own body, lying there dead on the ground, until people came and took it away. You watched while your mother sat next to your body crying and then cowering in your step father’s chest, unable to watch as they stuffed you, her eighteen year old daughter, in a black bag and took you away. 

They moved out soon after and there have been several people to live here since then. Although they all left not long after moving in because they claimed the house was haunted. Not that they were wrong, the house was haunted. By you. But it’s not like anyone in the real world had believed them. You don’t know why they were so upset either. It’s not like you ever hurt anyone, you would never hurt another living creature. You just wanted to be noticed, be touched. You just wanted to feel something, some connection of any sort with someone, you didn’t even care who. But that would never happen. You are a ghost. A ghost who can’t even leave from the house she died in. Even if there was a way for a ghost to have that connection with someone that you so desperately craved, you would never be able to find it while stuck in this house. This house. Where the only people you saw were the occasional new residents, oblivious to anything even being there, until they were scared out of their minds that the lights would start switching on and off or the house would lightly shake like there was a small earthquake occurring. 

Hoshi had been around the longest, but that’s just because he’s the house’s landlord now. He bought the house from your mom and step-father after your death and now he rents it out. So, he’s not around enough to be scared off by you and this house, although, you’re sure it must be frustrating for him to be constantly going through tenants because they get scared off all the time. You feel bad, but you can’t help it. You just want someone to see you and you aren’t going to give up hope that one day it could happen, so you keep on trying. 

Hoshi checks the time on his phone and a look of worry comes across his face. You have to admit he is very adorable, but also attractive aswell. You’d think chubby cheeks wouldn’t be attractive on a man, but oh lord does he pull it off. You never had a boyfriend when you were alive, not even a first kiss, which makes your desire to have a connection with another person so much more powerful. You were shy, a bit naive, and quite sheltered from other people when you were alive so it made connecting with other people hard, but you wish that if you had had a boyfriend when you were alive that he would have been like Hoshi. He was cute, happy and from what you have seen he’s one of the sweetest boys you’ve ever seen, even if he wasn’t always truthful, especially when people come to look at the house before they decide to rent it or not. 

While you were daydreaming about him, Hoshi had turned off the Tv and begun cleaning up the room. 

“I should’ve been paying more attention to the time. They are going to be here in an hour and I still have to make sure the pipes are still working properly.”

Whoops. Okay maybe you had gotten really frustrated last week after trying desperately to communicate with the last tenant and maybe several of the pipes all over the house had burst, as a result. Atleast no one was hurt. Just one really freaked out tenant who left the next day. Wait, did he say someone’s coming? You’re surprised. Usually it takes him a bit longer to find someone interested in renting the house. 

You leave Hoshi downstairs to finish his work, while you wander upstairs to sit by your old window. The view is of the front of the house. You can see the road, a few neighboring houses, even part of the sky. Since the house is near the main part of the city, most of the houses are crowded close together here, so the houses across the street block the rest of the sky from your view. You can’t even see the sunset in this house because of them. 

A car pulls up on the street in front of the house and parks. You assume it’s the new tenants that Hoshi is expecting. The house doesn’t have much of front yard, so the street isn’t far from the window. You see three figures emerge from the car, all guys. One has short black hair and is in a simple T shirt and some jeans. Another has long black hair and is wearing a hat, so you can’t see his face. You can’t see the face of the third one either. He is in a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over his head, but you can see bits of brown hair peaking out from under his hood. 

You head downstairs. You like being there for the house tour. It gives you the chance to get to see how the new tenants are and to backtalk Hoshi when he lies to the tenants to make the house look better than it actually is. You would never have the courage to speak to someone in real life like you do to him and the tenants, but since no one actually can hear you, it doesn’t bother you and it even gives you a little entertainment in your otherwise boring existence.

You stood at the bottom of the stairs playing with your sweater paws in your over-sized sweater that you died in, so it’s now a permanent part of your outfit for the foreseeable future. The doorbell rang and Hoshi answered the door. 

“Hi, I’m Hoshi, the owner. Please come into the livingroom.” The three stepped into the livingroom and their eyes scanned what they could see of the house. When their eyes looked in your direction, you could’ve sworn that you had made eye contact with each of them for a second or two, but you knew better than to jump to those conclusions. No one else could ever see you and these boys are no different. 

“Hello Hoshi, I’m Jeonghan.” It was the one that was wearing the hat. Wow, they were all very nice to look at. So nice that you didn’t want to remove your eyes from any of their beauty. If looks could kill the dead again, you would be a goner just from a glace at one of them. Jeonghan’s face was very fair and his hair looked so shiny and smooth that you bet it feels like silk; you wanted to run your hands through it. He even has a kind of heavenly glow coming from his skin. “That’s Seungcheol by the door, but we call him S. Coups.” He gestured to the man with the short black hair. Now that you can see him closer you notice his muscles. They are huge and they look amazing peeping out from under his shirt sleeves. “And this is my brother, Joshua” He gestured to the one in the hood, who was currently standing off to the side of the room, just out of reach from the sunlight. If you were alive, looking at Joshua would have made your heart stop. He has a fair face just like his brother, only instead of a heavenly glow it was almost like he had a dark aura surrounding him. Although that was overseen the second he gave Hoshi a smile and a slight head bow. His smile was addicting to you, no it was more like a magnet. It attracted you to him, made you want to come closer, even though his smile obviously wasn’t directed at you. You stayed where you were and Hoshi began his tour. 

He took them through the kitchen and the dining room which where the only other things on this level other than the living room and a bathroom.

“This is the kitchen, it has tile counter tops and its cupboards are oak wood. The last tenants had me replace the fridge so this one is brand new.” He said as he tried to direct their gazes around the room. 

“Ha! New. That’s funny Hoshi. New to the house, yes, but I wouldn’t count a fridge you bought off the street for probably 50 bucks as actually new.”

Hoshi had kept his tour going, oblivious to you or what you had said. You were to his side sitting on one of the counter tops. The three other guys standing not far to your other side. While you were talking, it seemed like their eyes were flashing over to you occasionally, then back to Hoshi or other places around the room. S. Coups even took another look at the fridge after you had mentioned it. That’s a weird coincidence. Maybe they are more open to presences than other people and can somewhat like subconsciously sense you and what you say. Hopefully you can manipulate this a bit more before they decide to move out like everyone else, that is if they even decide to stay in the first place. 

Hoshi led them back into the living room and to the bottom of the stairs. You stayed just to his side as you were before, only now the three guys were standing to your side, while the stairs began at your other side. They had a great view of your death spot from where they were standing. 

“Ah yeah, the tile on the stairs is broken here at the bottom. The owners before me were trying to take some furniture up the stairs and one fell back down and broke the tile there. I haven’t been able to fix it, yet. Sorry.”

“Pffft furniture. I didn’t realize a daughter was a piece of furniture, Hoshi. Also aren’t you legally supposed to disclose when a death happens on the premises? If anyone ever found out about you hiding my death from them before they move in, you could end up in alot of trouble” You turned to look back at the guys. They were all staring at you, wide eyed. You. Not behind you. Not at Hoshi to the side of you. At you. You were shocked. 

“Omigod, can you guys see me?!” You walked a little closer to them and all their eyes left you and were obviously trying to avoid you. They were trying to look at Hoshi and listen to whatever he was talking about at the moment aswell. But, you couldn’t care less what he was talking about. THEY COULD SEE YOU! How?

“Hey, I know you can see me. How can you see me? No one else can. Hey, don’t ignore me. I don’t care if Hoshi is going to think you’re crazy. Someone answer me. Please?” They still tried to avoid your eyes and focus on Hoshi, who was apparently the only one in the room who didn’t know you were there. Actually, the other two avoided your gaze, but Joshua, he looked you right in the eyes. But, it was only for a moment. Then Hoshi was leading the three of them up the stairs and he broke the eye contact to follow, just behind Jeonghan. They all made extra care to avoid the dent you made in the floor when you died, except Hoshi, he, as always, just walked through it. Finally, someone has seen you! You’re not going to let this chance just slip through your fingers. They need to become the new tenants. They just have to.

[a/n]- The idea for these characters came from reading stories on the account @95boysbe. I love all her writing and while I was reading her newest series I got the idea to make this series.

Into Your Scarf | A Peter Parker Imagine


Peter Parker x Reader requested by anonymous
Words: 2,238 
Disclaimer: you’re both about to start college just after graduating together. There’s action, romance. Enjoy. 
TW: Gun violence, no death.

 You were walking down the street, wearing your favorite fall boots, favorite winter jacket. Your scarf was up and over your face for the most part because the wind chill that swept through the city was particularly cold for the beginning of September. You didn’t really mind it so much though, because you were on your way to a dinner and a movie date with Peter Parker, your boyfriend of exactly two months.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a smut scenario with Mark? Something like palming his crotch under a table in public and getting him sexually frustrated and then he snaps, so they get it on in a dressing room/toilet (with lots of teasing)

(And in the mere distance, you can vaguely hear the screams of admin from writing her own story.)

“Settle down everyone!” Taecyeon said at the end of the table as he raised his wine glass and tapped it with his spoon. 

Everyone at the long business table started to hush as Nichkhun cleared his throat. “Alright, so in celebration of such a great concert,” he began, “PD-nim reserved this table for us at this lovely restaurant.” The whole table clapped and cheered as JYP stood up and bowed graciously. “And let’s not forget to clap for the guests that are with us tonight.”

Mark nudged you to stand up as the other companions stood up as well. You quickly stood and bowed, sitting down with a flustered face and leaning in towards your boyfriend’s shoulder. He kissed your forehead in response, knowing that you weren’t used to attention from the others.

As more speeches were given by the others, you began to grow hungry as you heard your stomach growl. Trying to distract yourself, you leaned your right elbow on the table to prop your head up, eyeing Mark who was actively listening to the next speaker.

The stylists did a great job today, you thought. It’s rare to see Mark all dressed up in a white dress shirt and a black suit jacket (not to mention a cute black bowtie to tie it all together - literally and figuratively). His skin looked flawless in the light as well. The gleam from the dangling chandelier also made his hair look extra shiny. He looked perfect. So perfect, you questioned as to how he fell for you.

Glancing at you, Mark noticed your hypnotized face. He brought his left hand down to your right leg and gave it a quick squeeze, making you jump back into reality. He laughed. He then went for your right hand to squeeze that as well.

After Jaebum ended his speech, plates of food were being brought out by the waiters and waitresses. Every eye opened wide at the sight of the gorgeous and delectable plate in front of them.

As the plate moved in front of you, you automatically took your fork and dug in. You closed your eyes in complete bliss as the food happily satisfied your hunger.

Dessert was around the corner, but you noticed that Mark didn’t even touch his entree dish. (Meanwhile, you asked for another plate from the waiter that walked by.)

“Mark,” you whispered as you put your fork down and wiped your mouth with the napkin on your lap, “are you okay?”

He looked up from his phone and shook his head.

“Are you feeling alright?”

Mark put his hand up, signaling you to wait a bit. You assumed he was going to type it to you as he quickly whipped out the memo app on his phone. You assumed he wasn’t comfortable telling it out loud.

I have a bit of a problem..in my pants..

You sat back a bit. “Wait, did you like— wet them or something?” you softly responded as you scooted closer to him so nobody else could hear.

He laughed as he continued typing.

No no no! It’s.. It has to do with the fact that you look stunning in that little black dress you’re wearing right now.

You had to think for a minute until it clicked in your head.

Mark, your boyfriend - the cutest and nicest boy you’ve ever met, was horny. And it was because of you.

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Baby Queen • Chapter 1 • New Beginnings •

Lana has just moved to the big city of Gotham, hoping to restart her life. It’s the first time she is away from her mom, the only family member she has left. Her dad died when she turned 15 which has left her with a big hole in her life. 

Lana has drastically changed after her dad’s death, first she became less joyful, she laughed less, smiled less, she started to keep away new people from entering her life, loosed some friends and went out less. She spent most of her high school nights at home, missing out on all the parties. She somehow forgot how to maintain a social life but she didn’t realize she was not actually living her life until she graduated high school and had to choose what to do next. That’s when she decided she had to move away from her hometown, nothing new would come from here.

Lana was now living in a nice little flat in the middle of Gotham City since one month but it was not how she hoped it would be. Actually, it was even worse. She was stuck in a new town where she didn’t know anybody, a least at home she had a few childhood friends she could interact with. She was all by herself now. Thankfully she was starting University next week and she was hoping maybe she would make a friend or two.

Tonight as her anxiety was taking over, she decided to take a walk in town. It was night but not too dark as the city lights sparkled all over. The air was fresh, caressing her face, and for a moment Lana closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she felt better. Walking through the city would always calm her down when things got to heavy. 

She was now walking along the river, the sound of the water soothing her. She didn’t really take a look at the time before heading out but when she finally noticed how uncanny quiet and empty the city was she checked her phone, it was 4:27am. Her eyes were taken away from the phone by a big noise breaking the silent night.

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Suddenly she didn’t feel so safe anymore. It seemed like something had just fallen into the water, and the circled marks forming above the cold dark liquid confirmed it.

 Lana’s heartbeat started accelerating, her mind and body starting to be more aware of the situation: she was alone at night, it was cold and she didn’t really know this part of the city. She looked up to see where that thing that fell into the water came from, two shadows were standing on the illuminated gigantic stone bridge. Two men in black suits were looking down at the water, did they just throw something in it ?

A third man emerged from the dark to stand between the two others and looked at the water. He was wearing a bright purple tuxedo and his green shiny hair floated in the wind. He looked so dazzling into this obscure scenery. 

All of a sudden Gotham City’s river was not the main focus of the men anymore, they were looking in Lana’s direction. She looked around but she was alone. From as far as they were she still felt their gaze on her and a shiver ran down her spine. The man in purple gesticulated and they stepped away from the edge of the bridge and disappeared. 

Lana was so confused, what did she just witnessed? Was that thing those men threw in the water someone? A background noise started roaring, it did not bode anything good, it seemed like it was getting closer. Lana finally regained her senses and started running back toward her flat but it was so far already.

Soon she got caught up by the headlights of a car, she looked a it while still running. It was a shiny magenta lamborghini drove by the green haired man, he had that huge smile across his face, obviously enjoying the chase. 

The noise of the car was so loud it covered every of Lana’s footstep. She took a turn on the left in a tiny alley she knew the car couldn’t get in. Into a skid, the man parked his car, blocking the exit through which Lana entered. She was running as fast as she could toward the end of the alley but suddenly the two black suits men appeared and stood in front of her with their arms crossed. She was trapped. 

The man with green hair had got out of his car and was calmly walking to Lana. Her heart was racing and her breathing too. Fear had seized her, she was paralyzed. She wanted to die right now, maybe she was going to, they would torture her and then throw her into Gotham’s river, just like she saw them do.

The man stretched his arms and yawned. “What are you doing outside at this hour honey ? Don’t you know Gotham’s streets are filled with villains looking for lost little girls just like you to attack ?”  

Lana was looking down, too scared to look at him directly. In a quick move he grabbed her face, his hold was strong but soft at the same time. “Look at me baby when I’m talking to you”, he seemed angry. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “So tell me cutie, what’s your name ?

 In an almost inaudible whisper she answered: “Lana”. 

Don’t be so scared kitten, I’m not going to do anything to you.” he growled.

A tear escaped of her eye and rolled down her cheek. He firmly pressed his thumb on it. He was peering at her, his mouth half open. His face was so close to hers, she could feel his breath hitting on her lips. “We both know you’re not gonna tell anything about what you saw tonight, right Lana ?” 

She nodded in silence, more tears were running out. “‘Cause you’re a sweet little girl, uh ?” Her whole body was shivering. He made her feel so vulnerable, she felt naked. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, his touch sent millions of mini electric shocks down her body. The feeling was so strange. 

Time to leave you alone sweetie, I don’t have time to play with you tonight, I have things to take care of

Alright, let’s go !” he shouted at his goons. Lana felt like her heart got a bit lighter, relieved, he was going away.

Oh, I almost forgot !” he stopped, raising his index finger. He walked, determined, in Lana’s direction, violently grabbed her arm and rolled her sleeve up. 

I guess I lied when I told you I wasn’t going to do anything to you, ooops” he said playfully while pulling a knife out of his pocket with his other hand.

At the sight of the shiny blade Lana tried to liberate herself from his grip but he was too strong. He seemed excited by her resistance and proceeded to notch a little “J” into her skin. She let out a painful moan, some blood was drawing. “A little thing to remember me by” he winked at her. 

“Until we meet again, little Lana !” He got back into his car, the tires squealed; he was gone.

Lana’s breath was still heavy, what just happened ? She was terrorized. She knew who she had just met but it seemed like her brain wanted to deny it. It was impossible. In the past four years her life has just been so dull, nothing happened and in the matter of just one night, this ?

On her way back to her flat she hugged the walls, trying to be invisible. “Keep walking” she thought “just keep walking” but his ocean tinted eyes were printed in her head…

As i warned in my description, english is not my first language so I’m really sorry about the mistakes, feel free to help me correct it. Hope it doesn’t affect your reading too much.

Please like this post if you liked the story and i you think i should go on :)

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Library Pick Up Lines – Jackson Whittemore Prompt

Prompt: hello :D I was wondering if I could request a Jackson Whittemore imagine, please? Maybe he’s in detention and during it, he meets a flustered reader - although she isn’t in detention, she’s running errands for the teacher. I would really appreciate it. x

Note: This is my first Jackson prompt and I changed it up just a little bit. I actually work at a library so this was so much fun to write. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I loved writing it.

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Part 2

I walked into the library with my last errand for the day. I’m an office aide so my last period is usually running errands around school for the secretary and principal. It involves going to classes to have teachers sign some last minute forms, passing down messages or memos, and flyers that needed to be passed out to the students before the final bell rang. I didn’t mind it one bit. I like helping others. Plus, this was an easy A and would look great for my college applications.

As I made my way to the front desk where Mr. Harris was talking to the students that had dentition, I took off my backpack and tucked it in a bottom cabinet behind the front desk with my purse as I volunteer at the library everyday after school. I grabbed the form Mr. Harris needed to sign and return back to the main office before he left for the day.

“Oh and one last thing,” Mr. Harris said as I walked towards him. “You’ll help Y/N put all of these books back on the shelf in their proper places,” Mr. Harris motioned towards the overloaded carts filled with books. “The carts must be empty before you leave.” 

I look at the students sitting down at the tables and noticed they were all in my grade. I noticed Scott and Stiles sitting together with Allison. Erica was by herself, and Matt, Danny, and Jackson were on another table. My eyes landed on Jackson as I saw him in a deep conversation with Danny and Matt. I’ve always thought he was gorgeous. His brown hair was short and clean cut. I’ve always wanted to run my fingers through his hair because it always looked so soft and shiny. He had a cute little nose with barely visible freckles spreading across his nose and high cheekbones. He had an impressive jawline with a killer smile. Lastly, his crystal blue irises were my favorite. They were absolutely breathtaking. If I could, I would look into his eyes and get lost for hours.

To say I had a crush on him is an understatement. I’ve known him my entire life, but guys like him didn’t notice or talk to girls like me. Beautiful people herd together as I once overheard Stiles say. I wasn’t considered popular, nor was I a cheerleader, and judging by the fact I’ve never been asked out on a date had me thinking I wasn’t as pretty or beautiful as most girls. Besides, pretty boys like Jackson are always taken and wouldn’t give girls like me the time of day.

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Ice Skates and Spontaneous Dates

Word count: 3,525

Author’s note: I’m turning this into a cute au fight me

Yuuri looked down into his cup of coffee as he stirred it lazily. The platinum haired stranger had walked through the door of his cafe once again, and he was doing everything in his power to avoid eye contact with him. He had been seeing him there for a few weeks and had no idea of how to approach him. His name was Victor and he always ordered the most exciting drink on the menu, his eyes full of life. Luckily, Yuuri wasn’t on duty today, so he could admire Victor in all his glory.

Yuuri didn’t have a crush on him, he convinced himself. He barely knew the man! All he knew is his blue eyes could pierce through his soul, and his smile could put the sun to shame.

Alright, maybe he had a little crush on him.

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A Scenario

Jack constantly falling asleep on Gabe during long transits because boy are they exhausted, Gabe is just s t u c k there like wtf do I do now I can’t move shit his hair looks so soft and shiny I wanna touch it but ppl are already laughing at us @ God why u test me like this?!?!?!

Bonus: Soft sleepy Jack waking up - ‘Oh looks like I dozed off again huh? Oops haha’ but when he rubs his eyes Jack kinda notices that grumpy Gabe is blushing and then he starts blushing and then they both end up sitting there in awkward silence whilst everyone around them smirks knowingly.