i feel pity for you

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This is cliche and short but I actually finished it so

“Dex." 

"What." 

"I need another word for ‘cleansed’." 

"Do I look like a Thesaurus to you, Nurse?" 

"Chill, dude." 

”… Purified.“ 

Nursey looked up before he could stop himself, shock on his features for barely half a second before switching to… Pleased? Content. No, chuffed. (God, Nursey wanted to use that word in a poem one day. Chuffed.) 

"Thanks." 

Dex, however, didn’t look up. The keys on his thick black laptop clicked almost continuously, and Nursey did not debate internally on whether he was writing an essay or lines of code, because he had poetry assignments to finish for tomorrow. While not procrastinating, he shifted his mind to the whirring machine- it was really fucking old, but the thing was, Dex was the kind of person to repair his own electronics instead of upgrading them. (Like, with pliers and everything. He’s seen it happen.) The thing was in really good shape. Similar to the way that Hugh Jackman was by no means a spry twenty year old, yet looked like it would take nothing short of a battering ram to knock him over. A nice, solid, dependable- 

"What the hell are you muttering about now?” Dex muttered, the hypocrite.

“Aw, nothing.” (Hugh Jackman) “The next line.” (Hugh Jackman as a laptop)

“What’ve you got?" 

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Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

Melted

AN: You should be warned…this fic is almost 6,000 words of Nessian. Most of that is smut. NSFW. This is the longest single fanfiction I have written on this site. This turned out to be so much more fun than I thought it was, and I totally ended up loving them and exploring who they are the dynamic between them. They are very new characters for me to be writing and I haven’t uite gotten the hang of them yet but…holy cow. This was fun. This was inspired by @blogtealdeal ’s post which you can find here. This is also dedicated to the other two thirds of the Night Court Queens, @illyriantremors and @kitashiwrites . Also, yes, you can have your virginity taken and feel no pain. Ask my roommate ;) Also this fic doesn’t 100% make sense with the timeline: just pretend. <3 And enjoy!

Nesta was thoroughly unimpressed.

First she’d been angry. Furious. Livid. Seeing Elain break down in the corner of the cabin they were essentially being held captive in had made her blood boil. Literally. The first time Elain had broken down and cried, Nesta had accidentally charred the edges of her own dress, the chiffon smoking beneath her fingertips.

Curse her Fae body.

Curse the Cauldron.

Curse the Mother for letting this happen to her. For letting this happen to Elain.

For letting this happen to Feyre.

A small part of her wanted to blame her youngest sister for all of this. A small voice in her head still whispered If she and her High Lord hadn’t come slinking around and used us to get to the mortal queens, none of this would have happened.

But with that voice spoke another in answer, one that she’d ignored for too long. One that she couldn’t ignore any longer.

If you’d taken some of the responsibility for feeding your younger sisters, Feyre would never have entered Prythian in the first place.

And now…now that she had to control her anger so she didn’t accidentally burn the place down, now that she and Elain were stuck in this melty, drippy world that promised spring, now that the terror of becoming Fae had worn off…

She was unimpressed.

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For Your Convenience (End)

Story Summary: To help you finally make a move on your long-time crush, you get assistance from your newly hired co-worker. (Retail/Department Store AU)

Word Count: 1,684

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A/N: After six long months, this series has finally come to a close! I want to thank every single one of you who reblogged/liked/commented on this fic. Your support means so much to me and your support kept this story going. I hope this was worth the wait :)

Originally posted by bucky-papichulo

“You can do this, Y/N. You can do this,” you assured yourself, pacing around the Fulfillment office before you confronted your fate. Despite your words of reinforcement, you felt anything but confident about what waited for you on the sales floor. You desired to profess your feelings, to finally put everything at ease. You couldn’t wait any longer. “You can do this, Y/N. You can do this.”

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THE CROSSROADS

You’re Safe Here (Dean x Reader)

Requested by anon.Enjoy!

Originally posted by im-in-trbl

“What’s your ideal husband?”

“I like a man that’s a mystery, someone that doesn’t talk very much, those are the ones that are the most affectionate. I prefer to just cuddle than talk, I like a man that knows what he is doing, he is not afraid to take risks and get touchy feely. I think it’s because i’m not good with words so touching is my way of showing affection.”

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“What’s your ideal wife?”

“I like a girl that’s more of an acting than talking. Someone that delicately sexy, I like a strong gaze in a woman. Someone tha'ts silently having my back and even though she will talk shit in front of me, she will cut someone that talks bad behind my back. A dynamic duo”

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Getting to be with Hyuk was something that you felt blessed about experiencing. He was pretty much the man of your dreams, the chemistry you had was over flowing and everyone that watched the show could see it. From silly missions, to random actions of affection, like playing with your curly hair, to teasing the other but then hugging them cause you felt bad. It was a relationship you wish you had without having to sign a contract and cameras following you.

You were a bit sad that it was the last episode of We Got Maried, it meant that you and Hyuk would have to go your seperate ways. You would go back to your job as an actress and he would go back to singing like an angel.

“Keep them close”

“If this is a sick joke, I will beat you until you bleed”

You threatened him as he carefully covered your eyes, so he won’t ruin your eye make up. He guided you somewhere and then stopped you. You could feel the curiousity bubbling up, you were tempted to rip his hand of from your eyes to see what he was hiding, but you knew it was something he had probably worked hard for and you didn’t want to ruin it for him. So you just bit your lips and patiently waited for him to reveal his surprise.

“1,2….3”

a beautiful set of a couch and a big tv was set right in the garden, you could already recognize your favorite snacks and the fluffy blankets that were perfectly folded on the side of the couch. One of the most brightest smiles reached your lips, you even showed your teeth, you rarely did that because of your insecurity of your crooked front teeth.

“Aww Hyuk, this is beautiful”

“Come on, I picked the best movie”

He took your hand and sat next to you on the very comfortable couch. He passed you the pink blanket, knowing that it was one of your favorite colours and he kept the creme coloured on for him. You took of your shoes and put your legs up to get cozy.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes”

He pressed play and his song “bonnie & clyde” reached your ears, catching you off guard. You turned to look at him confused but he didn’t even turn his head towards you, so you forgot the idea about him giving you an explanation. They were clips of the show, mixed with clips form him m/v, that caught your interested but made you even more confused, you were never the patient one.

“I’m so happy you were my wife. You were a lovely partner and great company, i’ll miss your weird laugh and your savage comments. I hope my wife can be just like you, I hope I made you feel happy and was a good husband to you, cause you deserve the perfect one. You are my ideal wife”

You read this in the screen and you could already feel your heart full of love. You never knew he felt like this, your relationship was more of a goofy one, you never expected this from him. It was such a loving gesture that you appreaciated very much.

“Ahhh why you had to make me cry?”

You turned away and carefully wiped the corners of your eyes. It was the first time that someone did something so sweet for you, you didn’t reallt know how to take it or how to respond.

“I didn’t want to make you cry”

“Happy tears”

You said as you faced him again with a smile. He saw your watery eyes and he couldn’t help but feel kind of bad, even though he knew you were not hurt, but just over emotional. He just reached for your hair and pulled them away from your face and over your shoulder, he always liked how you looked without hair on your face, he wanted to see your whole face on it’s entire glory.

“I’ll miss you too”

“It was fun wasn’t it?”

“Very much…. maybe too much fun. Look at us, all sappy and shit. You already know that when this airs everyone will think were are dating”

“Probably, I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t want to be with a woman like you?”

You giggled at his compliment. You sat inches away from him, you really did hope that you could keep him in your life, although you didn’t know if that was possible, your careers might be both on the spotlight but they were based of from very different things. You acted on impulse and gave him a hug, resting your chin on his shoulder as he slowly rubbed circles on your back, making you feel comfort and some type of affection.

“I won’t do it. I won’t do it”

You whispered to yourself, in a desperate attempt to make yourself hold back the tears from starting again. You always had that thing of avoiding to cry in front of others, it just made you feel like you were making them pity you.

“I won’t look, you’re safe here”

“Thank you for a wonderfull marriage Hyuk, I never took the chance to thank you for this”

“Don’t thank me, you deserved every piece of it”

You pulled away from him and pulled all your hair back, you never thought that coming to this would make you feel so much for a guy. He really was what you exactly wanted.

“I have a suggestion, instead of leaving the rings, we switch them. You’ll have something from me and i’ll have something from you”

You just nodded. You both took of your “wedding rings” and gave it to each other. You immediately put it on, since it fit you, but he just kept it and put it on the pocket of his flannel.

“Now we have something to keep us together”

The Best Hero (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Can I have a Peter Parker one. With the prompt. Come over here and make me. The reader says this but doesn’t expect Peter to suddenly become so bold and all.:):) thank you. I love your blog

Warnings: Make out?

Word Count: 724

A/N: Sorry this is short but I hope you like it.  

Originally posted by carpelunam

Having an argument with Peter Parker was the hardest thing to do for you. Especially when it was something he couldn’t stop but fangirl about. The Avengers.

“Look, Peter. All I’m telling you is that Iron Man is just okay. He could never be a Captain America. Just admit it. I know you have posters of him in your room.”

Peter threw his hands in the air, he was in shock. He knew he was also in love with Captain but not more than Tony Stark. “Oh please!” He crossed his arms in his chest, looking at you in disappointment. “You clearly have zero knowledge about The Avengers. I’m not going to argue with you anymore until you just do your research,” he grinned at you and turned around to leave the room. You yelled: “Like you could know better than me Peter! Don’t act like you hang out with them every weekend!”

Peter stopped. In that moment he didn’t want anything but to tell you that he really did hang out with them every weekend and after school. He walked backwards to you and being the dorky person he is he tripped and nearly fell on the ground. Turning his face back to you he whispered: “For the record, Iron Man is a genius unlike Captain America and his 90 years old mind.” You shivered because he was closer to you than he ever was. Your chests were touching and you could feel his breath on your neck and ears. You tried to ignore the sudden feelings he just gave to you, considering you have always seen him as your best friend.

Your mouth was in the shape of ‘O’ and you were looking at Peter in pity, how dare he?: “I feel sorry for you. For the record (you mock him), if they were ever in a fight, just the two of them, Captain America would crush him,” you smirked. You couldn’t believe you were genuinely having an argument with Peter, over something seriously dumb. You wanted to laugh at your situation but you just held it back, knowing you couldn’t just ruin the mood. He had a mischievous expression on his face. He looked deeply in your eyes. You just didn’t know why you felt your heart fluttering when looking into his beautiful brown eyes, it was not the first time you were staring at them. Your cheeks were burning because of the thoughts running in your mind. All you wanted to do was kiss his soft lips in that moment. You shook your head and took a deep breath. What the hell were you thinking?

“And what is your evidence for your argument?” He knew he got you. You didn’t have any evidence; you just had a giant crush on Captain America. So you decided to use your secret weapon, something that would make him really mad.

“Oh Peter come on. Will you stop defending random people against Captain America? What will you do next? Tell me Spiderman is the best hero in the world?” You laughed. You knew he was going to forget all about the argument you had before, after hearing the name, Spider-man, mocked by you.

Peter stood there for a moment; he didn’t know what to say. That was clearly an insult. His stupid grin was wiped off from his face. “Shut up.” He mumbled.

You walked backwards and smirking, you whispered: “Come over here and make me.” You crossed your arms on your chest. You didn’t even realize what you had just said. Your cheeks were burning and your hands were trembling, but your made sure Peter hadn’t noticed.  You leaned on the wall behind you and waited for Peter’s response. As much as you were anxious about what was going on, you were also clearly enjoying it. Without a doubt Peter’s lips crushed onto yours. You squealed at the sudden reaction of Peter but went with it. You felt relieved since all you have been thinking about was l-his lips on yours. His one hand was holding your leg up by grabbing your hips and the other was holding your neck vigorously, not wanting to let you go. Your hands were roaming all over his chest. “Now, I’ll show you how Spider-Man is the best hero in the world,” he moaned into the kiss.

Dark/Anti inspired music playlist

Ok, so I looked around tumblr a bit to see what i could find, and with the musics i know myself (so the styles of music i like are heavily represented here), i decided to make a big playlist, along with some piece of lyrics from them, that suit Dark and Anti pretty well in my opinion. Some of them are not there for the lyrics, but of the ambiance of the song, that are Anti/Dark-ish to me. 

In bold are the songs that i think are AMAZINGLY ANTI/DARK-ISH like… It’s almost that they were made for them. So here we go! 

And do not hesitate to suggest other songs I missed, i may update this post from time to time when i find more songs! :3

@darkiplier-support-group @anti-support-group

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anonymous asked:

So if my understanding is correct, multiculturalism is the process where each european country loses their own particular culture and people

If you are having such a hard time with the definition let’s break it down: 

  • Multi-: a prefix meaning more than one or many
  • Cultural: relating to the ideas, customs, and social  behavior of a society.
  • -ism: a suffix meaning distinctive practice, system, or philosophy

So, Multiculturalism is the philosophy that many ideas customs and social behaviors can exist in a society. 

It seems that you are confusing multicultralism with supremacy. Supremacy states that there is one dominate cultural group that is catered to exclusively. 

What is interesting about your statement is that European Countries have forced their culture on the world for thousands of years, but now you want to complain that your culture will no longer be dominate. 

This plea falls on deaf ears. After the enslavement, forced conversion and dehumanization that my ancestors endured in the name of upholding your culture, I feel little pity that you must have to accept that other cultures exist outside your own. 

When to this day I live on land that was stolen from my ancestors and their counterparts so that Europeans that were discriminated against could have somewhere to get away from the religious supremacy present in Europe, I shed no tears that Europe has to deal with the fact that those that are discriminated against are no longer running away but want inclusion. 

What makes this all the harder for me is the fact that my mother is European American, therefore so am I. For me this battle is internal in addition to external. My ancestors committed crimes against humanity with my other ancestors as the victims. 

But also because of this I literally embody multiculturalism. I have seen two cultures meld together and work side by side, while maintaining the distinction of separate cultures. No culture died because the other one existed, both became a stronger presence in my life because I had several ideals to chose from. I almost never felt completely painted into a corner because I had evidence that life could be lived differently and still be successful. 

This also meant that I grew up seeing first hand White Supremacy at work. At the age of 7 I watched my father get pulled out of the car and questioned for over an hour for going a few MPH over the speed limit. At 16 I watched my mother literally charge at a police officer. The officer apologized, gave her a warning and left within 5 minutes. At 26 I had the opportunity to have the same experience as my father. 

My point is that the world is a better place when one group is not entitled and when all other groups are not discriminated against. The acceptance of the supremacy of a culture, even your own, is to say that most of the population can be discriminated against. When you set the precedent that most of the population can be discriminated against, do not be surprised if one day you find yourself in the exploited class. 

Amarte Es Un Placer (Part 14)

Summary: Soulmate AU. You and Draco share each mark, bruise, and marring on your skin. As life progresses and each mutual marking is worse, you grieve for your hurting soulmate. And he steps into your life when you least expect it.

Word Count: 2,574

Warnings: Angst.

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A/N: We are nearing the end, y’all. I feel like I have tortured you enough.

Originally posted by mishchief---managed


“They left,” your dad said, trying to quell the fear he saw in your face. “They thought you were here with us and I had to put my foot down and threaten to give ‘em hell. If not, they would have teared this house apart looking for you.”

“Oh, dad,” you muttered, a hand flying up to your mouth. You could feel the tears prickling at your eyes, making your vision blurry.

“Sir—” Draco stepped up towards your dad. “I’m—”

“What did you two do?” your dad inquired, voice firm and demanding. “You fled Britain. That is quite clear. But why?”

“D-Dad—”

“I want answers!”

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MONSTER (Bellamy Blake x Reader) 

Request: can u do one about how bellamy thinks he’s a monster and blames himself for everything thats gone wrong in s1 like atoms death etc 

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You can see him. His back faces you as he stares at the lake before him. Bellamy watches the small waves crash onto the shore one by one. He doesn’t even hear you approaching.

“Bellamy…” You place your hand on his back and he doesn’t move a muscle, almost as if you’re not even there. “Please look at me, Bell.” It’s been a while since you used his nickname. Well, it’s been a while since you’ve both talked. Landing on the ground was a challenge but it was nothing compared to what you’re all facing now. The fact that you and Bellamy are drifting from being so close is scary but it also seems normal. Bellamy turns to you instantly.

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unrequited love/infidelity starter sentences

“I’ve been fucking the neighbour, okay?!”
“We haven’t been intimate in weeks. That must say something about how I make you feel.”
“I was only ever here because I pitied you… and then it escalated and I didn’t know how to get out.”
“To me you’re nothing more than a mercy fuck.”
“I can’t believe you were lying to me all this time.”
“There is nothing I want more than to be with you, but I can’t.”
“You’re nothing but a warm mouth to me.”
“You can’t just lead me on for weeks and expect me to be okay with that all being made up!”
“No, I’m not okay! You hurt me and now you expect me to feel sorry for you? You can’t blame your mistakes on your ‘problems’ all the time, okay?! I thought you loved me!”
“I can’t believe you actually thought I was in love with you.”
“I knew you were cheating on me. Well, guess what: last night I cheated on you too. I wanted you to know what it felt like.”
“I had no idea you felt like that about me. I thought you were just interested in me as a friend. I’m sorry.”
“I wasn’t leading you on! We were just having fun, right? It’s not my fault you got your hopes up.”
“Woah, it was a one night stand, nothing more, okay?”
“You mean this as a sex only thing, right? I don’t do relationships.”
“No, you can’t come over. I’m married and have kids. Wrap your head around that.”
“If you thought I could ever be into you like that, you thought wrong.”
“You’re not my type.”
“So, who is it that you’re fucking? Is he/she hotter than me? Younger? What is it?”
“Oh my god, you’re in love with me, aren’t you?”
“I’ve met someone.”
“You’re getting too clingy. I don’t like them when they get clingy.”
“You just don’t make me happy anymore. It’s as simple as that.”
“Do you even still love me? Or have you just grown bored with me? What is it? I can’t go on not knowing anymore.”
“So now you want me to believe that you didn’t want to fuck him/her?! Like that sort of thing happens as a mistake– Or, you mean…?”
“We fell in love too quickly for me to realise what I was getting myself into. This wasn’t a good idea.”
“Please just kiss me one last time?”

“What are you frightened will change when you have kids? What’s the big worry?”

Thanks for the ‘when’ there, armchair psychologist. That’s a red flag to begin with.

Put it this way. I’ve got a cold right now, and it’s a stinker. I can’t tell you how pitiful I feel. I’ve been crawling about the house for days, sniffling miserably to my angry boss down the phone and begging my husband to bring home soup. I emerge from my duvet cave only to make tea. I’ve watched every episode of Countdown they ever made. I am of no use to anyone right now.

Meanwhile, across the city, probably even somewhere on this street, there will be a mother of young kids who has the exact same cold that I do. And she will be cooking, cleaning, washing, drying, dressing, chasing, wiping, fetching, dashing, driving, soldiering onwards, because four-year-olds don’t give a fuck that Mummy feels poorly. 

Kids are humans in their most concentrated form, before life has diluted them - before the need for us all to get along has rounded off those sharper edges. 

And kids are selfish

Most toddlers don’t even realise that Mummy is capable of becoming poorly. Mummy is just the mechanism by which all their needs and all their whims are met. Did you know that a lot of children master the word ‘daddy’ before the word ‘mummy’? It’s because Daddy’s arrival home each evening is an exciting event, marked by a desire to greet him somehow, to call for his attention. While Mummy is just there all the time - she’s basically furniture. There’s nothing novel or remarkable about the presence of Mummy.

What do I worry would change, if I became a mother?

I worry I would vanish in my own life. I worry I would just never get to be a priority again, ever. I worry that my pain and suffering would always be deemed less important than a toddler’s whims. (Why do men never have to explain this? Why are women expected to be okay with it?)

Does all that make me selfish?

Absolutely it does.

And I want to offset my selfishness. I want to look after other living things on the Earth, not just myself. I don’t want people to suffer or go without for my sake.

But is the best course of action really to produce a small genetic remix of myself, then devote all of my energy to it? 

“Look how selfless I am,” I could say. “Behold how I sacrifice my own needs for the benefit of my child - just my child, of course. Nobody else’s. Just this specific individual child, who shares my DNA, and therefore deserves absolutely all of my resources, ahead of every other human in the world.”

If you want to give back, and do some good for other people, donate to charities building schools in the developing world. Give blood. Spend an afternoon at a soup kitchen. Give generously in support of your fellow humans, even those you aren’t related to. (Imagine!) Even those you will never meet.

Or hell, donate to the RSPCA - they’re doing good for living beings who aren’t even human. 

Now that’s selfless. You’re caring for people who are not only genetically separate to you, but they don’t even share your species.

So, to answer the question, no - I don’t want to put myself last in my own life. I don’t want to drag myself out of bed when I’m ill and in pain, all for the good of an unnecessary child I didn’t want to produce. On the grand evolutionary scheme of things, as a member of my species, I matter just as much as an immediate descendant of mine would. 

Why is everybody so desperate to hand over their life for someone else to live? What are you so ardently hoping your children will achieve? You go achieve it. You do it. Don’t just pass the baton along. You’re entitled to live your own life.

Why be yet another inch of vine, when you could be the fruit?

I Love You!

For the lovely @connorxxmurphy This is from your sappy prompt list and it is because I love you! Hope you enjoy! It a Conner x Evan paring with a side of sassy Jared. Along with Zoe and Alana who wish Conner and Evan finally get there acts together! I again I do not own!
Onwards we shall march!


Evan knew that Conner only saw him has a friend. For awhile Conner was just that a friend. Between the phone calls and eating lunch together it evolved into love for Evan.

Evan saw Conner in a new light. Not that kid who was angry and temperamental but a kind soul. Surprising Evan knew but it was true.

Conner would do anything to protect his friends and family. Going as far as labeling friends and family the same if he felt you deserve it. Conner has a protective strike a mile wide when it came to Zoe. Unfortunly due to Conner’s temper and the belief he did not need any help. It pushed people away and the ones who cared about Conner to be drained almost constantly from fighting with him.

At first it had scared Evan but slowly he grew accustomed to it. Actually becoming friends exactly as that crazy story Evan spun previously.

Evan loved how Conner actually stood up to him. Helped him through his anxiety and aided in projects that required that you speak in front of people. Miraculously it helped. Slowly mind you but Evan found he was not so nervous to speak in front of people as he used to be. However it had to be a small group and completely silent but for Evan that was progress. Looking back Evan remembered when he actually realized he loved Conner.

~Five Month Previously~
“Conner t-than you so mu-much for helping me. It really helped I got a 76 on the oral presentation.”

At the grade that he heard Evan had gotten. Conner’s eyes had lit up with joy. A strangely uncharacteristically trait of Conner’s. That only Evan was every truly privileged to see. Slinging his arm around Evan’s shoulder. Conner gently shook the shorter male.

“I knew you could do it! Come on Ev let’s go get lunch and then get ice cream! You deserve! Zoe and Alana are going to be so happy and you mom so proud!”

Evan felt his heart flutter and then he froze. Finally managing to put together how he felt about Conner. Evan Platt Hansen was completely at utterly in love with one Conner Faist Murphy and that was a fact.

~present day~
Jarred from his thoughts by Jared brushing up against him. Evan felt his best friend lean into him.

“Your taking Conner’s cloths off with your eyes again and looking at that girl dancing with him like she told you your mother died. Go up there and tell him how you feel!”

“I c-can’t d-do t-th-that Jared! Yo-you kn-know t-that!”

Evan tries to sound mad but he can’t. After all he is Evan he didn’t get mad. Rolling his eyes Jared put his hands on his hips and stared talking again.

“One day Evan! I will give you one day to tell Conner how you feel. If you do not. I will take matters into my own hands!”

Jared’s tone was not harsh per say but it had that no nonsense tone to it. Evan wasn’t quite sure why Jared had that tone because he knew that Evan knew he would do it. No tone necessary. Zoe and Alana thankfully noticing his distressed look had made there way over.

“Is Jared being a moron Evan? Don’t listen to him why don’t you go and talk with my brother?”

Zoe kindly asked him but Evan knew she and Alana where going to have words with Jared. Taking a deep breath Evan braced himself and walked over to Jared. Hearing Jared say.

“Damnit Alana that fucking hurt! Zoe control your girlfriend!”

Feeling a genuine smile grave his lips Evan shook his head. Who would have thought that a teen with some serious anxiety would have three…. four really good friend. Evan hastily reminded himself when his brain tried to put Conner in the boyfriend section. Evan’s day plummeted when he heard the girl dancing with Conner mention him.

“Why don’t you just stop hanging out with Evan, Con. Everybody thinks your dating. I know you feel pity but it has to stop. I mean everybody knows how pathetic Evan is.”

Evan didn’t even stick around to hear Conner’s response before he was bolting from the club. With it feeling far to stifling for how taste. Bolting into the street he cried when he realized he had came with Jared. Shaking Evan bolted down the street. To end the already terrible night. It started raining. Wailing Evan tripped over himself to get home. Fumbling for his keys Evan cried harder. His mother thankfully opened the door. Half a sleep she woke up when she saw Evan’s distressed face. Eyes softening she pulled him into a hug and coaxed him inside. Soft words of comfort leaving her lips that only a mother could share.

After awhile and several cups of hot chocolate later. Evan was out of his soaked cloths and fast a sleep on the couch. When she was sure her son was a sleep Heidi’s face changed to snarl. She was going to kill Conner Murphy! Assuming his mother didn’t get to him first that is. Heidi was generally a pretty cool person but when you hurt her baby boy? All hell would break loss and she would destroy you. Picking up get phone she called Cynthia Murphy.

“Heidi? What is the matter? Are the kids alright?!”

“Conner made Evan cry. Do you have any idea why? I am not accusing you of anything but I would like to know why my son ran home soaked from the rain. Saying Conner’s name over and over.”

Cynthia was quite for the longest time before she spoke. When she did it was frigid.

“I have no clue why Heidi but I assure you I will find out and Conner will be in major trouble. Please tell Evan to feel better and I will try to come over.”

“Thank you.”

Heidi found herself murmuring back to the other woman. The worry of her son crashing into her like a wave.

“It is no problem Heidi. Get some rest you and Evan will need it.”

“Of course good night.”

“Good night you and Evan stay safe.”

Hanging up Heidi rested her head on top of her son and feel into a restless nights sleep. Her baby boys breathing finally calm and eased. Mother and son slept through the night both in each other’s comforting embrace.


Conner watched on in mute horror when he saw Evan flee after Amy’s comments. He wanted to be mad at her and scream but he couldn’t. Worry for Evan the main concern for him right now.

Oh dear God Evan! The boy who managed to worm his way into Conner’s heart. Who made Conner bond with his family and actually get friends. Evan his first true friend who was not his sister. Evan who Conner had full intentions of asking out tonight before Amy stepped in. Conner had gotten Alana, Zoe and Hell, even Jared recruited to help him. Until some damn brunette who felt like she had a chance with Conner again ruined it! Conner didn’t even need to turn to her know because Alana had slapped Amy across the face. Raging at her for what she said about Evan and how she was going to make Amy’s life hell. Jared and Zoe chiming in what they thought every so often.

Jumping when he felt Jared touch his shoulder. He half expected it to be Zoe and braced himself to restrain from punching Jared.

“Go after him Conner. Evan really does like you. Me and the ladies will deal with this woman!”

“Your not an idiot when it comes to helping your friends are you?”

Smirking Jared slightly shrugged his shoulders.

“Go Prince Charming! Go after your Cinderella!”

Maybe Conner had spoken to soon about Jared not being an idiot. However, the damn idiot did have a point. Conner had to find Evan! Running down the street Conner searched for Evan before heading to Evan’s house. Stopping outside the door Conner awkwardly held the stuffed tree in his hands. He had wanted to get flowers but what flower shop was open at 11 at night on a Friday nonetheless? None not in Conner’s experience at least. That and he had no clue what flower who would have gotten Evan. After all Evan was the botanist out of all of them. He knew flowers and there meanings perfectly. Maybe Conner was biased but Evan was good at knowing plants. Heidi opened the door and rounded on him.

“Get off my damn porch! Now!”

So she had heard what happened. Holding the bear up as a peace offering she glared at him suspiciously.

“Please Mrs.Hansen. I need to talk to Evan there was misunderstanding I love him!”

Her eyes softened but she was still tense.

“Fifteen minute Conner! That’s that! And if he starts crying all bets are off!”

Nodding his head Conner agreed to the terms. Only a few woman scared him when he was mad. His sister, his mother and his grandmothers. To name a few but Heidi Hansen was quickly making her way on the list. Stopping at how peaceful Evan looked. Conner pushed Evan’s hair out of his face. Evan looked so peaceful and even more beautiful then Conner believed possible.

Blearily Evan looked up a froze in terror.

“Shh… Evan. Amy is a moron. I will not leave actually.”

Pausing Conner swallowed thickly and pushed the tree plush into Evan’s hand.

“Look I understand if you want me to leave but.. but I love you. I should get going know before your mother kills me.”

Leaning forward Evan captured Conner’s lips into a kiss. Conner froze before gently pulling Evan forward to him. After awhile the broke apart for air. Heads pressed together in comfortable silence. Evan curled up into Conner and the tree plush was thrown to the side. Evan murmured something.

“Conner… I-I love you to. I d-d-don’t know when it started but I love you. I just realized when it was different the way I felt around you.”

“Shh.. shhh. Evan it is okay we will talk later let’s just sleep please. Shh.”

Nodding his head Evan feel back to sleep. Feeling a sequel stuck in her throat. Heidi looked on to the two boys. Thrilled that they had found each other. Cynthia had called her and told her what Zoe, Heidi and Jared had told them about the event. Pulling out her phone she snapped several pictures of the two boys. Sending them all to Cynthia who had responded with a happy face emoji. Oh Conner and Evan still had several battles to fight and hills to climb but they had there friends with them. As boyfriend and Zoe, Alana and Jared who would not let them got through this alone. Right now that was all a mother could ask for.

A/N: So that started out more angsty than I would have liked. Besides that I am thrilled with it. If you have any questions PM. Like I said to the wonderful connerxxmurphy. Also
#sappyprompts. Should I play around with this more or what? Love you all. You are the greatest!