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Sanvers in College: Alex Drunk Dials the Cute Girl from Bio Class

Based on this post: https://hazingblur.tumblr.com/post/160026282401/queercapwriting-wlwprompts-person-a-is-drunk @hazingblur

Original prompt from @wlwprompts : “Person A is drunk and decides to randomly call that cute girl from biology class to tell her she’s pretty”

@lesbapocalypse you also asked for this so like.


She’s drunk and she’s stolen Kara’s phone, because it’s finals week and all bets are off and that cute girl from biology class?

She’s 1000% sure that her name is Maggie – Maggie Sawyer – not that she paid attention.

Pfft.

No. Of course she didn’t.

And she’s 1000% sure that said Maggie Sawyer is the same Maggie that her little sister has befriended.

And therefore, that cute girl’s number – and when she says cute, she means it, but god, she also means blazingly sexy – must be in Kara’s phone.

So she swipes the phone from her sister’s bag while Kara laughs with James and Winn. Swipes it and chugs another gulp of illegal punch and she finds Maggie’s name – complete with a picture, god, a gorgeous picture, because damn, those dimples, that hair, those downcast eyes – in Kara’s contacts.

Finds the name, and tries once, twice, three times, to successfully hit the big green button that makes the phone dial.

She giggles and almost bounces on the balls of her feet as the phone rings, rings, rings.

“Hey Kara!”

Alex freezes at the sound of her voice – her voice that she’s used to hearing only asking the best questions, only giving the best answers, in bio lecture, in bio lab – and she contemplates hanging up and leaving it to her sister to explain the butt dial.

“Kara?”

But now Maggie sounds concerned, because she must hear the party in the background, and Alex has seen her smile, seen her nerdiness, but she’s also seen her motorcycle, her leather jacket, her gym bag. And she doesn’t want her to be concerned, to feel like she has to speed to the party to rescue Kara from whatever situation she might be in.

“Hey! No, nope, not Kara. I mean, of course you thought it was Kara, I took her phone, I mean, obviously you thought it was her – ”

“Danvers?”

“Not the blonde one!”

“Alex.”

“Hiiiii.”

There’s a pause and she thinks she hears Maggie shuffling something.

“Danvers, you drunk? Are you with people, drinking water?”

“Awww, Sawyer, you care about me!”

“Well I sure don’t want you passing out in your own vomit, Danvers. I’ve been there, it’s not pleasant.”

Her voice is pleasant, though, and Alex collapses drunkenly onto a half-occupied couch, completely oblivious to the couple that had been making out, who shoot her irritated looks as they get up to find a better spot to kiss.

Alex thinks she hears that shuffling again, and maybe some wind, but she’s drunk and everything is oh so slightly hazy, but pleasantly so – pleasant, because Maggie Sawyer is on the phone with her, Maggie Sawyer cares whether she throws up or not. Maggie Sawyer. God. How can anyone be that perfect?

“I’m finnneee. I just… it’s just, I know you’re Kara’s friend, but we’ve never really talked, and I… even if you weren’t Kara’s friend, I’d have noticed you, you know. I mean, how could I not notice you? Do you know we’re in the same bio class? You’re always so smartest. The smartest girl in the class. The smartest and the cutest. And my sister’s friend! What are the odds, huh? Maybe we can calculate it with genome mapping or something. But we’re more than our code, right, we have to be. You believe that, right, Maggie?”

“Hey, Danvers, I’m not cutting you off, but can you do me a favor?”

Alex preens. Her last name sounds so nice on Maggie’s tongue. She wonders what else would feel nice on Maggie’s tongue. Everything, probably.

She nods before she realizes vaguely that Maggie can’t see her.

“Mmhmm.”

“Remind me which house is throwing the party you all are at.”

Alex squints as she tries to remember. “The one across from the science building. Where we take bio. Together. But now term is ending and maybe we won’t do anything together again. Not even that we did anything in bio together, because I was too nervous to – ”

“Danvers, whoa whoa. Can you do me another favor, sweetie?”

Alex’s heart backflips and she almost careens off the couch, because she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie.

The sound of wind on the other line increases in her ear, but maybe that’s just a side effect from how hard she’s pressing the phone to her ear, like the closer she clutches it, the closer she’ll be to Maggie.

“Yeah.” She thinks her voice might be higher, might be breathier, than it normally is, but that’s alright, because Maggie Sawyer called her sweetie.

“I know you have things you feel like you want to tell me right now, and I want to hear them, but only if you still want to tell me when you’re sober, okay?”

Alex blinks and furrows her brow at the phone, because – maybe she’s more drunk than she thought – Maggie’s voice seems to be coming from two places, now. One, through the phone, and one, less static-y, closer to her body.

She looks up from the couch and she startles, because Maggie is standing over her, crouching down next to her as she hangs up her phone, all basketball shorts and hoodie and flip flops and hair hastily tied back into a messy ponytail.

She’s grinning softly, but she’s breathing kind of heavily, like she’d just sprinted from her dorm room. Because, Alex realizes dimly, that’s exactly what she just did.

“Hey Alex,” she says as Alex splutters, as Alex fumbles to sit up straight, to fix her hair, to hang up Kara’s phone without dropping it.

Alex thinks she may be imagining it, but Maggie’s voice is softer, now, more breakable, now, more vulnerable, now, than it had been when they’d been on the phone. When Maggie had been on a search-and-give-water-to-the-drunk-girl mission.

But now that she’s arrived, water bottle she must have grabbed on the way out of her dorm in hand, her voice is shy, and her eyes are shy, and her eyes are something that look a little scared.

“Hi Maggie,” Alex whispers, and then giggles because she’s not sure why she’s whispering.

Maggie grins, and it’s the sweetest sight Alex has ever seen. She made Maggie Sawyer smile.

“Why did you come all the way here? You didn’t have to come all the way here, I – ”

“Well, clearly your sister doesn’t know what you’re up to or how drunk you are, because if she did I would have heard her in the background telling you to think before you dial and all that stuff.”

Alex covers her face with hands made clumsy by alcohol.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t have – I ruined your night, I embarrassed myself, I’m sorry, Maggie, I – ”

“Hey, hey, no, that’s not what I meant.” Maggie gets up from her crouch to sit on the couch next to Alex, and she opens the water bottle for her and presses it gently into her hands.

“Drink. Please?”

“I’m not that drunk.”

Maggie just nods, and Alex does as she’s told.

She finishes the entire bottle in one chug, and Maggie just watches her with cautious but glistening eyes.

“Okay, come on. Kara!” she calls across the room, and Kara seems to materialize next to them instantly.

“Maggie! I thought you weren’t in the mood to party toni – Alex? Are you okay? What – ”

“Here. Your phone.”

“How did you – ”

“Tell you in the morning. Right now, I’m gonna take your sister back to my room – no funny business, I promise – and help her sober up a little. Okay?”

Kara glances between Maggie’s disheveled appearance and Alex’s drunken one, and she kisses Alex’s cheek.

“Don’t give her a hard time, okay, Alex?” she teases, and Alex giggles as she stands unsteadily, both Kara and Maggie stabilizing her.

“When do I give anyone a hard time?”

Kara just kisses her again, just thanks Maggie, doesn’t object to their arrangement, because she trusts Maggie not to take advantage of her sister, and she knows that her sister would like nothing more than to get to know Maggie better. She just wishes she’d have had the courage to reach out sober. But they’ll work on that. The three of them.

Alex leans on Maggie, who’s wrapped her arm around Alex’s waist, and revels in the contact.

As they walk, she rambles about the chemical structure of alcohol. About its impacts on the brain. Maggie listens and Maggie smiles and Maggie nods in all the right places, and Maggie lets her talk, lets her talk, because she’s focused on making sure she doesn’t let the taller girl stumble and fall.

When Maggie shoves her dorm door open, Alex freezes.

“You know I’ve wanted this since like, the first time I saw you. For you to take me back to your room. To…” Her eyes flit down to Maggie’s lips.

“To kiss you.”

Maggie gulps and slips away from her, taking care to keep her hands on Alex’s arms to help her stabilize.

“Go pee.”

“What?”

“You’re this drunk? You for sure need to pee. Bathroom’s right there. Can you make it on your own?”

Alex nods with tears in her eyes, and Maggie hates herself a little bit, but she’d hate herself a lot more if she let this conversation continue.

The bathroom door shuts and the water flushes and the sink runs for a long, long, long moment.

When Alex stumbles out, it’s with confusion and the shadows of hurt in her eyes.

“Did I do something wrong? I don’t have to stay here, you didn’t have to – I just thought – you ran to… to rescue me, and you gave me water, and you took me home, and I thought that meant you like me as much as I like you, and I –

"Alex. Alex, Alex, look… We can talk about all this when you’re sober. If you still want to talk about it. I promise. But right now? Right now, we can talk biology. Or astrophysics, or about the dessication and revival of tardigrades, whatever you want. Just not us. Not now. And certainly no kissing. Okay?”

Alex slumps down onto Maggie’s bed without asking, and Maggie just grins and kneels to help take Alex’s boots off.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re drunk, Danvers,” Maggie giggles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“It’s never mattered to any guy,” Alex almost whispers, and Maggie stiffens, and her nostrils flare, and her eyes are more serious, more full of rage, than Alex has ever seen them.

“Well, it matters to me. Okay? Come on.”

She helps Alex swing her legs up onto the bed, holds her up to take in one more glass of water, hastily poured, and she kicks off her flip flops and grabs a pillow from the other side of her bed.

“You’re not gonna come to bed?”

“The floor’s perfectly fine for me, Danvers.”

“But – ”

“When you’re sober. If you still want to. I promise, Alex. Okay?”

“You promise?”

“Yeah, Danvers. Yeah. I promise.”

But Alex is asleep, a small smile on her face, before Maggie even finishes her promise. Her promise to her best friend’s big sister, who she’s been trying to gather the courage to ask out for months now.

She snuggles down onto the floor and – eventually – falls asleep with a smile on her own face, too.

“Right actions in the future are the best apologies for bad actions in the past.”
- Tyron Edwards


Most of you have caught wind of accusations swarming this blog to be one in the same of gohliad’s. If you assumed that, you would be 100% right. I’m doing what should have been done instead of this chance for a fresh start fostered by alternate persona and ridiculous lies. I know it was wrong to put on a new face, and pretend to be someone else and run away like I have always done before, because that was always the easiest thing to do for me. I made this account out of fear, because I thought maybe no matter what I did that the community wouldn’t accept me no matter how much I’ve changed or am trying to… but that is just me again, being fearful, and not owning up to the things that have happened over the past couple years. That’s me being scared, and ashamed and embarrassed. Whether or not people accept me, or want to associate with me going forward is their right, and because of what has happened, I accept and understand that.

I’ve affected this community as a whole, and hurt people. I rejected the idea that what I do can influence other people, I neglected to take care of my mental health, I declined opportunities to correct my own behavior and make right with people and I even refused to take apologies from other people. Often I couldn’t even comprehend how others were affected by my aggressive ass and hostile behavior, because in my world “stuff on the internet didn’t matter” but that just isn’t true. We are all humans behind our avatars and screenshots. I was just so big headed I refused to accept that I wasn’t the only actual person behind a screen with a life and feelings. Over the past few months I’ve been lurking around, seeing what others said and all I’ve thought about is this community and how I put a giant nuclear dent in it, and it’s people. How some people are just upright scared of me, like I’m a ticking time bomb, and I don’t want anyone to feel that way. No one deserves to feel unsafe in the simblr community, and it sucks it took me feeling that way on my own to realize that. It took me several months of no social media, and a lot of behavioral therapy to understand that my actions matter, everything I do matters. I can’t act the way I have in the past, not on simblr, not in real life, not to anyone.

Nothing I say can change anything that has already been done because no matter what I say now, people have been hurt, and that never goes away. People I was close friends to, who are now enemies. People I don’t even know, too. I’ve deserved pretty much everything that has came to me so far, the burnbooks, the simsecrets, the bigger simblrs hating me, as well as the little ones, anonymous hate mail. Even when I didn’t deserve it, I never responded correctly, I never responded like someone who cared about anyone except my self. I’m sorry for literally everything, to anyone I’ve offended or hurt. I wish I could apologize to everyone individually, but I don’t want to trigger anyone because I know some people will be willing to turn a new leaf with me, and others will completely reject the notion. Either or, you have that right to feel that way, and I take full responsibility for any animosity you have towards me. If there is something I can do for you, if I’ve hurt you, or even if i haven’t, please let me know. And I will do my damn best to do it. You can take my word for it, or not but I am so healthy right now, and from here on out, I’m only going to do good for everyone around me. I want to bring you decent custom content, help you out with stuff (personal or creation) and be there for everyone the way everyone has been there for me. I don’t want to let my friends down, I don’t want to let me down, and I don’t want to let simblr down, not ever again. 

-Jade 

It’s Lesbian Visibility Day!! 
I had a BUNCH of sketches of couples I planned to be completed today, but I also have tons of schoolwork - so I just did a drawing of the most important one.

The last time I saw my Joy, @kibadoglover45 <3
I’ve made it a goal to see her as often as I could, and each time I kept wanting to tell her how I’ve felt. It wasn’t until literally last minute I did!! (Sorry!! ;u;)

But ever since we started talking about 2 years ago, even before I’ve seen her face to face, she was a huge inspiration and close friend to me. She trusted me and I could only return the favor, and was honored to do so.
After a while she stopped becoming just an art inspiration, she became a life inspiration. Not a day goes by when I don’t think of her, and most of my goals involve making her happy, because that’s what she’s done for me.

I love you! <333

pansy x neville headcanons
for the @hprarepairnet​ & @slytherdorneton the job challenge | hogwarts professors | 1k+ words

  • even with a year of teaching under his belt, neville still felt out of place standing in the professor’s lounge
  • like he’d just sneaked in and would be caught and given detention at any moment
  • so he wasn’t surprised when he jumped a little at hearing mcgonagall greet him by name as she entered the room
  • “alone, are we mr. longbottom?”
  • he shrugged. “still just trying to get used to it.”
  • a look of something neville thought might be pity flashed across her face before she let out a small hum. “yes well, it seems being the only one in the lounge has made you the odd man out. our new care of magical creatures professor will be here in half an hour, and as i have meetings at the ministry all afternoon, i’m entrusting you to help them settle in.”
  • he almost protested. he had a few more trunks to unpack and lesson plans to revise and three and a half greenhouses to tend to. but as soon as he opened his mouth mcgonagall leveled a severe stare at him so instead he smiled and gave a curt nod
  • “of course headmistress.” she thanked him and left, her green tartan cloak fluttering behind her. he wondered for a moment if she’d have given such a parental scolding glare to any of the other professors, or if she knew that given his young age and the previous nature of their relationship allowed her to do so with him alone 
  • his thoughts were interrupted when she popped back in, holding the door open just enough to take a step into the room. “and longbottom, do try to be civil.” and she left again, just as quickly as she’d returned 
  • try to be civil? since when was he anything but?
  • in any case, he decided to use his remaining half hour to unpack before heading to the entry hall to wait for the new professor 
  • he opened one of the giant doors, thinking it might let in a nice breeze, and that it would be easier to spot the newest faculty member when they arrived
  • “it’s about time you showed up.”
  • the voice behind him was familiar but odd. familiar because he knew just who it belonged too, but odd because where it should have been genuinely mean and scathing it was playfully sarcastic and self aware. 
  • he turned on his heels with one last hope that it wasn’t who he thought it was
  • pansy watched that hope drain from his face as locked eyes with her. she smirked, taking joy in his displeasure. “my trunks are in the carriage,” she said, turning to head further into the castle, not waiting for him
  • a moment later she heard a scuffle behind her as he scrambled to catch up with her
  • “what are you doing here?” he asked, half upset, half confused
  • she shrugged, not breaking her pace. “waiting for you to show me to my chambers. i’d prefer something overlooking the lake, but i supposed i could settle for cliff-side view.”
  • neville glanced back, making sure the house elf he’d summoned was retrieving her things. “this can’t be right,” he mumbled
  • that stopped pansy in her tracks and she spun to meet him so quickly that he almost tripped backwards. “why?” she spat. “because i’m not some golden gryffindor killing myself to be a hero? because i’m not some doe-eyed bleeding heart with a savior complex?”
  • neville shrank under her words. not because of the venom that came with them but because of their actual impact. 
  • “let’s get one thing straight longbottom, i got this job because i was the most qualified candidate. over-qualified, actually, as i had to claw my way out of a reputation that was put on me before i could even walk just to even be consider for the position.
  • he averted his eyes, guilt over taking him. 
  • “i wonder if you were the most qualified,” she continued. “or did your war hero status get you a free pass? or perhaps it was your old head of house being the new headmistress that did it?”
  • he glared at her. at least that much he knew wasn’t true. she may not have known mcgonagall well, but he did, and she wouldn’t do anyone any favors if it meant giving the student’s a sub-par teacher. 
  • that was it, though, wasn’t it? if pansy said she was the most qualified candidate, then she must of been. mcgonagall wouldn’t have hired her other wise. 
  • pansy saw his glare soften before he pushed by her. “come on,” he mumbled. “i’ll show you to your room.” 
  • her trunks were waiting for them just inside of the small apartment that had been allocated for her, and the elves had even put a kettle on and laid out some biscuits. 
  • “not too shabby,” pansy mused, checking the view from the windows in the lounge area. having a view looking down on the lake was much better than the one into the lake that the slytherin dungeons had provided. 
  • she’d have to change the dust old lace curtains, and transfigure the heavy and worn furniture, but the space was nice
  • there was a lounge with two big windows and a fireplace, a small kitchen with a little round dining table for two, a bathroom with a large clawfoot tub, and a bedroom with a canopy bed similar to her old dorm one and plenty of room for her clothes. not too shabby at all. 
  • neville was still standing by the door when she came out from inspecting the bedroom. “i’ll let you to it then,” he said, hand on the door. “there’s a staff meeting before lunch, in the great hall. i’ll show you to the lounge after that.” 
  • she nodded and he opened the door, but stopped just short of stepping over the threshold. his shoulders heaved with his sigh. “i’m sorry,” he said, his voice low but genuine. 
  • the door was nearly closed behind him when she let out a sigh of her own. if she was ever going to fit in, to enjoy her time teaching, she had to start now. 
  • “neville wait.” he stopped and opened the door more, looking at her in confusion. “you should at least stay for tea.” 
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Hi!


Yeaaaaaah, we all made it here! The hiatus is over. I will probably die before CW air the episode; that’s how excited I am. It’s been a month and idk how this happened- i don’t have a good photo for bfsn, so here we are, with half of my face 😂 Well, maybe it’s better this way since i am not so pretty as few of the girls i’ve seen during this bfsn. Have a nice day everybody!!

XOXO

Since idk many people here, i will just tag the blogs i follow and respect @bellarke @bell-clarke @bellamyblake @bellsqueen @bellarke-stydia @starboybellamy @abazethe100 @bob-morley @morleybob @sassybellamyblake @bellamybb @fuckyeahbellarke @spacexualkids @bel-ami-blake @sylvias-plath @deadshotbellamy @caramelkru @grumpybell @fen-ha-fuck-you and come on i could tag the next few hours and that wouldn’t be enough, i
love all of you but can’t tag everyone sweeties 💔

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Gif is mine

having a kid with Jamie imagine? 

Requested by Anon~


“Have you thought of any names yet?” Jamie asked softly as to not wake the sleeping infant you were so carefully holding.

You were silent for a moment before giving a light shrug. You honestly weren’t sure how Jamie would react to the name you were thinking of. But after debating for months, you thought that maybe this was the only name that made sense. “I was thinking Joseph.” You answered after a while. “Or Joe, for short.”

Looking up to gauge Jamie’s reaction, you were relieved to find a soft smile spreading over his face. He gave a small nod, his eyes rising to meet yours. “I think that’s a perfect name.”

bytheheart  asked:

20,79, 85, 115

20. What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

~ “Damn I need to pee”

79. What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?

~ Fluffy fanfictions! And dogs!

85. Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never mind?

~ Sweetheart, I have more relationship with fictinal characters than Taylor Swift have exes.

115. Ever made out with just a friend?

~ I’ve never made out with anyone in my life, haha… I’ve never kissed anyone to be honest.


Thank you for asking me questions!

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I discovered fandom in 2001, and fell down the rabbit hole. I landed hard. My life got busy in 2002 onwards, and I all but vanished from fannish life. I was well and truly out by the summer of 2010, but when a friend nudged me to watch this new show called Sherlock that had just aired, I did. I loved it. 

I loved the relationship between Sherlock and John. I loved what they’d done with Watson! He had depths! He was a man of action, but he was obviously made of coiled, unspoken emotion! So compelling, so many possibilities! The desire to dip into this nascent fandom was rearing its head. This time around, I knew what choice lay before me, and what its consequences were. Open that door, or not?

If it hadn’t been for the fact that I was one year post cancer treatment and facing another surgery to determine if I had a new round of treatment to endure, I think I would have closed that door. Fandom takes up a lot of time and energy. It can be deliriously fun and damagingly distracting at the same time. I had a surgery date. I wanted to be distracted. I opened the door.

I tried not to write anything. I love writing fanfiction, but I never plan to do it. When I write, it’s because I have to. It’s wonderful, but it consumes me completely, and who has times for that? Who choses to be so consumed?I read and read, I had my surgery, I read some more, I got good news regarding my health (yay!), and then, goddammit, I wrote something.

Something small, I thought that would be okay. I thought I could get away with it. Don’t write any novels this time. Just a little thing. Just scratch the itch.

The Progress of Sherlock Holmes is a novel-length story written by someone who was trying very hard to avoid writing a novel-length story. I was in denial about it being a novel-length story for the first half of it, easily. That damn story forced me to do something I’d decided never to do again, and I’m grateful for that.

I wrote it because I felt compelled to, even though it contains a characterization of Sherlock that few if any people wanted to read about. It’s in first person present tense, another decision few if any readers want a writer to make. I apologized for it a lot, but I had to write it. And I loved it. That story reminded me how much I love writing, and how happy writing makes me, and that’s not something I’ll soon forget again.

The voice in that story is so sticky that half the comments left on it are in the same voice. I had to work myself up to write in that voice every time I sat down to work on it, and I was never sure whether I was getting it consistently or not, even right up to the end. But afterwards it took me fully 6 months to stop writing in that damn voice.

Honestly, I have no idea why my difficult, weird, inappropriate on many levels attempt at a story, written after only 3 aired episodes of a show in 2010-11, received its 10,000th kudos today. That’s a variety of madness and kindness that I cannot explain. But I am grateful for it.

Thank you for being here when I needed you. Thank you for finding a place for a story that no one, including me, really wanted. Thank you.

epikegster 2k14 “Oh” au
  • in an au where parse never showed up to epikegster, i like to think jack had his “oh” moment in the hazy dark of that cold, loud winter night
  • (like, what could be more different than graduation? in the warm, bright day, scared but certain of his immediate future, speaking to his father in soft french while bells and birds sing overhead?)
  • it’s a different kind of “oh” – it’s not one last shot before everything changes, it’s one more layer of confusion and uncertainty as he enters his final semester at samwell
  • but it’s also…comforting.

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Captain Hera Syndulla of the USS Ghost. Boldly going where no one has gone before.

amour

pairing: jeff atkins / reader

genre: smut (lol someone needs to tape my hands in prayer form bc I NEED IT)

description: jeff wins the championship game and as the great girlfriend that u are… u know..u do some cool tricks…HAHAHAHA

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anonymous asked:

Which members of exo do you think know about kaisoo? Who do you think first found out? And who do you think supports it?😄

Well, I think all(?) of them know! I’ll show you anon~

Let’s start with JM (cuz he’s the one who seems to be the most stressed about this lol)

When his face falls, is the exact moment he hears Nini call Soo jagi.. 

Observing them afterwards looking nervous af

JM screaming NO inside his head when he sees Soo caressing Nini’s neck

Kaisoo flirting during a performance xD oh JM.. lol

“Why don’t I just squeeze my way through. Hi!” 

This is a recurring thing by now xD

JD: 

That smug look being like “I know what you two do at the dorms”

When Nini only held Soo’s hand instead of the rest of them, and JD lowkey judged him

Or when JD decided to tease Nini by putting his hand on Soo’s leg, and Nini was not impressed, Soo saved the day tho by removing the wandering hand and let Nini put his hand on him instead

When JD were being “mr.steal your boyfriend” to tease nini (once again). Look at the way JD looks at Nini before hugging Soo! 

Kaisoo were hugging, and BH was screaming DIKA over and over again, and JD was like “Fuck no don’t do that!!”

CY:

This was also after jagi.. 

Ok yeol Ok

YX:

When kaisoo were laughing about an inside joke and had a very not so necessary hand holding event and xing was caught in the middle questioning his life choices

Also after jagi..

MS:

Lol, he made fun of Soo for having touched Nini’s face beforehand xD

Or that time when he subtly decided to stand in between them, being like “don’t worry members, I got this” *squishes himself in between*

This gif doesn’t really tell you anything, I just think it’s funny lmao

BH: 

Lol Baek being absolutely done with Nini when he accidentally called Soo “cute” outloud

Klance Coming Out Headcanon:

The Voltron Team spend sometime on a random planet. Lance hits on this girl, who actually likes being hit on the way he does and asks to take him to dinner as a thank-you for Voltron’s protection. Her twin brother insists on joining them, because who is this cocky human hitting on his sister. Keith insists on chaperoning as well, because so far all of Lance’s attempts at interstellar dating have ended up in disaster.

The Twin Brother is hot. Like super beautiful and takes an interest in Keith. Keith likes it and the two engage in light hearted banter and teasing. Lance notices. Lance gets jealous but for the most part keeps his cool. He is trying his best to pay attention to his date but he finds himself checking out the brother and Keith a lot. Keith looks good when he smiles. Frigging Keith.

At the end of the date, the girl tries to kiss Lance and it is awkward and he is not into it and trying to watch this lingering handshake Keith and the brother have going on.

The next day, Lance is diving deep in the rivalry game again. Keith goes to Lance’s room to call him out and ask him what’s up.

Lance is all, “I’m not talking to you, Keith.”

Keith is all, “Fine. Don’t talk to me then” and turns to walk away before Lance reaches out to him.

Lance: No, stay.

They sit on Lance’s bed in silence for a long time before Lance speaks.

Lance: Keith, I think I might be gay.”

Keith: What?

Lance: The other night on my date, I couldn’t stop looking at her brother. He made me feel things.

Keith: Oh? What sort of things?

Lance (dramatically): You, know. Gay things.

Keith contemplates this before responding: You’re not gay, Lance. Bi or Pan maybe. I’ve seen the effect girls have on you. Being attracted to one very good looking man doesn’t make you gay.

Lance: There may be others.

Keith: Oh?

Lance eyes Keith from the corner of his eye.

Lance: Fine. I’m bi, pan, whatever. How do you know so much about being gay, anyways, Keith?

Keith: Lance, I’m gay. Like, super gay. It’s not a secret.

Lance makes the Pidge is a girl face then: Damn it, Keith.

Keith: What?

Lance: You couldn’t let me have this one. I open my soul, come out to you and you tell me you are gay too? I just wanted to be the most fabulous gay man on this ship.

Keith: Being gay is not a competition! I thought we were bonding!

Coran, who has been eavesdropping outside the room, enters.

Coran: Boys, boys. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. Not because I was listening, because I certainly wasn’t, but Lance, I am glad to hear that you are learning about yourself, and all of us on this team, will love and support you, no matter who you choose to love. However, both of you look at me very carefully. No matter what team you play for, I will always be the most fabulous gay man on this ship.

He winks, turns on his heal and leaves.

Lance: Coran is gay?

Keith: Oh, C’mon, really? You couldn’t tell? 

An Ice Cream Misunderstanding | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Jealousy, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first ever write-up that I am posting, so please be nice. Haha. If you have requests, don’t hesitate to message me and I’ll get back to you. Jealous Zach will always be my favorite Zach for some reason, next to dumb baby Zach. Anyway, enjoy!

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“Baby can we go get some ice cream?” my boyfriend says with puppy eyes as he laid his head on my thighs while we were seated in front of the TV watching a movie.

“I think there’s some chocolate ice cream in the fridge left.” I reply, as I stroke his head with my hand.

“But baby, you know I like pistachio, from that place, our favorite ice cream parlor?” he whines with a pout as he looks at me with puppy eyes again.

“Puh-lease?” he pouts as he grabs my hand and places it under his chin.

“I hate you Zach Dempsey.” I reply as I laugh and shake my head.

“Let’s go then.” I reply as I pinch his cheeks and a wide grin forms on his face.

“Thank you baby I love you!” he replies as he sits up on the sofa and pinches the bridge of my nose.

“Zachary! Don’t!” I reply as I stand up and run to the bedroom to get the car keys and my purse.

We both get ready and head on out of the house to go to our favorite ice cream parlor. Zach drives for the both of us most of the time, but he got an injury during a basketball game, and he was told not to do any activities for 2 weeks. Those 2 weeks are almost done, and he’s healing very well. We reach the ice cream parlor but there weren’t any parking spaces near it, so we had to park quite far. We got off of the car and started walking, Zach held my hand as we walked. While we were walking hand in hand, a familiar voice yelled out my name which made Zach and I look behind us to check who it was.

“Y/N!” the familiar voice yells as he waves his hand from side to side.

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Look at Me

Hi you! Hope you enjoy this little blurb. It came super spontaneously and without any planning. 

Plot: Y/N can’t understand why H never looks at her. 

This gorgeous picture isn’t mine.

Harry would never know what to say when his eyes met hers. 
The moment his orbs found her sparkling ones, he was drowning, flying and falling. All of it at once and all of it with only one target: Love. 
When Harry looked into her eyes, he could feel himself grow love for her, a much stronger and more passionate love that was appropriate. Harry was her friend, after all. Just a friend. Her shining orbs were his weakness and could always read him like an open book. If he were to maintain eye contact for too long then he was sure she would notice the raw emotion in his, the small twitch in his lips that longed to meet hers and how his cheeks blushed. 
He knew he couldn’t let his emotions show. Her rejection would mean losing her and losing her would mean his end.

So… Harry didn’t look into her eyes. It might be a silly solution but at this point he had no idea what else he could do. His eyes would be focused on her lips, hands or hair. Anywhere really. He craved her with all that was him, which was just why he needed to distance himself.

And she had started to notice. 
She couldn’t understand his strange behavior, just like she couldn’t understand the sting of jealousy in her chest whenever she watched him smile and speak to other women, women with whom he had no trouble locking eyes with. Sometimes her stomach turned when she noticed how he’d been maintaining eye contact with the same woman for almost an hour. What had Alexa Chung once said? When he looks at you, it feels like staring into the face of a lighthouse. Could be true. It’s not like he let her find out for herself the way he was avoiding her eyes with everything he’s got.

“Are you mad at me?” The words slipped from her lips before she could stop them. 

Harry was standing next to her, a drink in his hand and his eyes set on the painting on the wall. When her words reached his ears, he tensed. 

“Mad?” he asked, confusion evident in his tone, “No, m’not. Why would you think so?”

She shrugged. “Feels like your avoiding me.” 

“Been with you all day, love.” Harry’s hips knocked into hers in a playful nudge, but his smile dropped when he noticed the frown deeply set into her forehead and how her fingers were twitching. 

His body turned to hers and his hand found the small of her back, drawing her in just a tiny bit closer. “I’m not avoiding you. Sorry that I made you feel as if I were, love.”

“I know you’re not physically avoiding me. That’s not what I meant.” he heard her murmur. 

She didn’t make sense. But he understood. Of course she’d noticed the lack of attention he’d given her, how he hadn’t looked at her. She desired nothing more than his green and intelligent eyes on her and that was just what she was denied.

“Did I do something?” 

Harry’s face crumbled with her quiet whimper. He shook his head and reached for her hand, pulling her away from the people surrounding them and into a quiet hallway where he knew they could talk in private. Once they reached his destination he gently pushed her up against the wall, making sure she wouldn’t run away. 

“Darling,” he whispered, “sweetheart, love. I’m sorry.”

“You never look at me,” she spoke with a pout on her lips and the frown deepening, “Never. And it’s frustrating, Harry.”

Her words tugged at his heart and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this bad. Guilt for having made her worry ate at his insides and he found himself cradle her face before he could rethink it. Her cheek felt hot under his hand and her skin soft. His mouth fell open and his heartbeat sped up.
But not even now could he look into her eyes. 

She sighed with disappointment and whined. “Harry.” 

“M’sorry!” he groaned, “S’not easy for me, okay? Looking at you, I mean.”

“Ouch,” she smiled half-heartily. 

He rolled his eyes. “You’re beautiful and you know it. I wasn’t implying anything else. What I mean is that looking at you… it burns. It feels like my heart is set on fire.”

“Why?” she asked, her mind heavy with unfriendly thoughts.

He couldn’t find an answer to her question. His nerves were going crazy and his skin prickled. What could he say? What should he say? The truth, maybe, but she wouldn’t want him anymore, would she? Or maybe…
One look at her lips sufficed. 
He groaned. Perhaps actions did say more than words.
Her breath hitched.
She hadn’t expected him to kiss her, but before she could catch up with it, his lips were on hers, his hands in her hair and his body pressed flush against her own. She didn’t mind him crushing her into the wall but instead rejoiced at the warmth spreading in her tummy. Harry smelled wonderful, his skin was soft under her touch and the quiet noises his lips made whenever he deepened the kiss drove her insane. He moaned when her hands pulled at his hair and her knees weakened. 

“Harry,” she gasped, “Need-need to breathe, love, please.”

Reluctantly he allowed her to pull away, amazed by how pink her soft lips looked and by how good she looked with her neck marked by his kiss. 

“Look at me,” she complained, her eyes rolling in frustration but a she couldn’t help smiling.

Harry grinned, finally allowing his eyes to meet hers. How had he denied himself her warm stare for so long? 

“Don’t think I’ll ever look anywhere else again,” Harry confessed with a sigh.

She shrugged and grinned. That was fine with her.

Hope you enjoyed this little blurb. 

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Keep Quiet

Originally posted by sosjimin


Pairing: Jimin x reader 
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 3.7k
dt: my soul sister, the Ji to my Kook<3

“Shhhh baby girl, try to keep quiet. Unless you’re wanting to get caught.”

What was suppose to be date night for yourself and Jimin, turned into a big gathering when six of your boyfriends best friends decide to crash your date. Things start to get heated when you go into the kitchen to get something to drink when Jimin decides to follow right behind you. 

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"Why are you crying?" Four word prompt.

i really wanted to write a little something about sign of the times so this is what i came up with!! hope you guys like it xx

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“I can’t believe you’re making me wait like everyone else.” I grumbled, sitting in our bed with my laptop open to the BBC Radio 1 page. It was about 7:50 AM on April 7th. Harry was still lying in bed next to me, watching me with an amused smile on his face, his hand cradling his cheek.

“S’only fair as my biggest fan that you don’t get special treatment.”

“Or,” I was picking at my lips absentmindedly, still scrolling through the website, trying to find the right page, “You just like seeing me surprised and freaking out.”

Harry gently pushed my hand away from my face to stop me from picking at my lips, a habit he was always scolding me for.

“I would never be so cruel.” He said, but he was smiling at me.

“Aren’t you freaking out? This is the world premiere of your first single as a solo artist.”

He shrugged, “A little… Mostly excited though.”

I grinned and pinched his cheek, “I’m really proud of you, bub.”

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Zach Dempsey X Reader imagine

Warnings: Cursing, very slight sexual abuse 

~* Y/N’s Pov*~

 "Okay everyone, please remember to do the homework I assigned on page 416" 

 Chemistry was probably the worst class of the day. Not because I was bad at it, its just boring. So here i am sitting in the back of the class waiting for the bell to ring for lunch. Today my boyfriend and I were supposed to skip lunch to hang out. Zach and I always do this and honestly its so much fun. We could go to the park, which is where we go most of the time, or we go through some random drive thru and get food from there.

 While I was lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice that every one was already packed up. The bell finally rang and everyone went to lunch while i was still putting my things away. The teacher left and told me to turn off the lights on my way out. The room was empty but that quickly changed as Bryce Walker came in closing the door behind him which left me confused. I never liked Bryce he always seemed like an asshole.

 "Hey (Y/N)“ he said approaching me. 

 "The fuck do you want Bryce?" 

 "Ya know (Y/N), you’ve always had this attitude towards me and i think you might have a little crush” he answered. 

 " Its quite the opposite actually. Now excuse me but i gotta run" I said passing him and making my way to the door. 

 He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back before i could open the door. Before i knew it, I was trapped between his body and the wall and his lips were on mine. He was…making out with me? For some reason I thought this was gonna take a violent turn rather than him kissing me, but either way I didn’t like it. I pushed him off but he just put me back in the same position.

 "C'mon (Y/N), Zach doesn’t have to know. I mean i know you want me, what girl doesn’t?“ He said Now there were tears in my eyes. I was both afraid of what was gonna happen next and what Zach would think. 

 Before things went any further I tried pushing him again, this time he stumbled on my school bag that had fallen from me a few minutes back. He was now on the floor and i took this chance to get my bag and hurry out of the room. I walked outside the classroom and was instantly led to the cafeteria. 

 ~* Zach’s Pov*~

 I was sitting at a table with Justin, Alex, Montgomery, and a few other guys but i wasn’t really paying attention to what they were saying. I was too busy looking from my phone to the door that (Y/N) usually enters the lunch room from. 

 "Yo Dempsey” i hear Justin yell I turn my attention to him and he continues talking to me. 

 "Who are you looking for dude?“ He asks 

 "Im just waiting for (Y/N) to hurry up and come, its been five minutes since lunch started and shes never really this late”

 "Bro its just five minutes chill" And just as he finished his sentence I saw (Y/N) walk into the cafeteria. My smile was quickly replaced with a worried expression when i saw that she was crying. We locked eyes for a moment but she looked away and started making her way out of the school. I then saw Bryce walk out from that same door and the thought finally hit me that he wasn’t with us at lunch either. I suddenly realized what probably happened and i honestly didn’t know what to do, I was torn between going after (Y/N) to comfort her or going to Bryce and beating the shit out of him. Before i knew it i was already standing in front of Bryce and yelling at him. We went back and forth. 

 "Oh calm down Dempsey, nothing even really happened" Bryce said with a stupid smirk on his face.

 "THATS FUCKING BULLSHIT BRYCE! I KNOW THE TYPE OF SHIT YOU PULL OFF, WALKER" 

 At this point Justin and Marcus were holding me back and telling me to stop, scared that i would say something about the tapes. They eventually let me go and i made my way outside looking for (Y/N). She couldn’t have gone that far, right? I got in my car and drove around campus until I found her on a bench near the tennis court. I got out and sat by her.

~*(Y/N)’s Pov*~ 

I saw Zach walking towards me but i didn’t look at him. He looked really mad which scared me. ‘Was he mad at me?’ I thought. Thats when he sat next to me and pulled me into a hug.

 "(Y/N) what exactly happened back there?“ He asked while pulling away sounding really worried.

 "I was just in class packing my things up when he walked in saying dumb shit then kissed me” I answered, still not looking at him.

 He then knelt in front of me putting his hands slightly rubbing my knees and trying to catch my gaze. 

 "Is that all that happened?“ I nodded

 ”(Y/N) are you sure? Cause i swear if that fuckass tries anything on you i will-“ 

"Thats all that happened Zach” i cut him off while smiling at him. 

 He smiled back, then stood up and made me stand up too. He led me to his car. 

 "You wanna just skip the rest of the school day?“ He asked "Cause im really not in the mood to see Bryce in the halls”. 

 "Yeah me neither, we should just get food and go back to my house" I answered. He pressed a quick kiss on my lips, turned on his car and we pulled out of school grounds.

You Don’t Know Me

Request: I can’t really think about an actual story plot but maybe yoongi getting you pregnant and he chickens out… Aw This is such a bad description but since you’re an amazing writer ypu can pull it off better ☺💖 thank you!

Originally posted by nvmyg

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.841

Warnings: swearing

A/N: you’re so sweet omg and of course it’s a good description! I hope I made it similar to the way you wanted it to be


Kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, your bare legs had goosebumps spread all over your skin, acknowledging the icy tiles. Hair hold back by one of your hands while the other one stabilized your weak body, your forehead collapsed against the toilet stool. Hasty breaths left your slightly open mouth while cold sweat pearled down your face and back. 

What is happening to me?

You took a deep breath before sitting up straight enough to not feel like an old grandmother having back problems. Grabbing some pieces of toilet paper, you wiped over your mouth before throwing it into the toilet and flushing it down to God knows where. 

Closing the toilet seat, you slowly stood up, turning your body towards the sink, opening the faucet. For a few seconds you let the water run so it could turn completely cold before holding both of your hands underneath it, splashing the icy water into your face. Reflexively, your lungs screamed for air as the cold water hit your face but you just ignored it.

It’s just cold water, calm down.

Grabbing your toothbrush, you brushed your teeth quickly, examining yourself in the mirror in front of you above the sink. Your eyes were encircled by dark bags, skin white as the snow that had already melted away weeks ago. Your hair had lost its healthy shine and just hung there loosely, like overcooked spaghetti noodles.  

Sighing deeply, you finished up your cleaning up and walked back into your bedroom, grabbing for your phone. You had to check the calendar before making any overly fast assumptions about your symptoms.

Opening the calendar app, you scrolled back to the last month.

Date of last period: February 16th

Current date: April 17th

Two months since your last period. Two months since mother nature forgot to visit you and make your life horrible. Oh how you wished, Satan had nested in your uterus in those last two months instead of sitting there in that exact moment, wondering how the hell you got into this situation.

“Two fucking months….”, you mumbled to yourself. “I need to get a test.”

With those words being said, you grabbed your keys and coat, storming out of your tiny apartment, down the street to the pharmacy. Strangers pushed their bodies into yours while trying to pass you but you didn’t notice. All you could think of was if you were ready to get some answers. You needed to know why you were feeling so miserable since weeks but at the same time you were scared. Scared that your assumptions would be true and you’d have to tell Yoongi. Scared that he’d flip and leave you alone. So many things could happen and you weren’t ready to figure out what else could ruin your life. But you had to. 

Pushing the door open, the smell of disinfectant hit your nose, making you scrunch it in disgust. You never liked the smell of disinfectant. It reminded you of hospitals and that again reminded you of death. Not the nicest connection one could think of. That’s why you tried to stay away from that smell. 

Walking up to the pharmacist who looked like she was about to fall asleep any second, you silently prayed that she wouldn’t ask any further questions like aren’t you a little too young to ask for a pregnancy test? where’s the father? do you know who the father is? you should have been more careful, young lady. You really didn’t need that crap right now.

“Excuse me”, you politely asked the woman. “C-can I have one of those pregnancy tests?”, you signaled at the white sticks behind the lady as she turned around to see where you were pointing at. They were the cheapest ones you could see and the only ones you could afford as a college student.

The pharmacist smiled at you and leaned a little closer to you. “Of course, but I wouldn’t recommend those - they’re usually wrong or don’t work at all.”

Then why are you selling them at all? “Oh.. well I guess it’ll have to do, those are the only ones I can afford right now”, you faked a laugh as she handed you the test and you gave her the money. Her expression was pitiful but not judging. More like a mother feeling sad for a child.

“Is there a bathroom around here? I don’t think I can wait until I’m back home”, you mumbled and the lady showed you the way to go.


After finishing your business, you waited in the cabin for the 10 minutes you were supposed to wait, anxiously biting down on your lip.

What if it’s positive? What am I supposed to do? I can’t take care of a baby yet. I can barely take care of myself!

As the 10 minutes went by, you decided that you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t look down at the result by yourself. You needed someone to do it for you. So you walked out of the bathroom back to the pharmacist, who was looking at you questioningly.

“Would you mind- would you mind, telling me what is says?”, you asked hesitantly. “I can’t bring it over myself to do it.”

She smiled at you and nodded. “Sure, turn it around sweetheart, so I can see the bars.”

You turned the stick to her and bit down on your lip hard. Your heart rate increased and nervous sweat started to spread out all over your body. 

The lady took a look and then she seemed to struggle with a fitting facial expression. “I don’t know if you’re going to be happy about this new or not, but it’s positive”, she decided to smile at you warmly as your stomach dropped.

“Positive?”, you whispered, looking down on it yourself. There it was. A pink cross. Or plus. Or whatever you want to call it. 

“I- it can’t-”, you stuttered as your eyes filled with tears. You didn’t even care to wipe them away at that point.

“Oh no dear, don’t cry”, the pharmacist said. She turned around and grabbed another package, a fancier looking one and discreetly slid it over the table. “Shh don’t tell anyone but here - take this one. These are about 89% of the time right unlike the one you just took. Take it with you and do the test when you’re calmed down, okay?”

You looked up at her and shook your head under tears. “B-but I can’t afford that one.”

The lady smiled at you again and pushed it closer to you. “It’s fine. It’s on the house”, she winked and giggled, making you smile at her thankfully.

“No go, rest and take the test”, you nodded at her words, mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ before rushing back to your apartment. 

Maybe you still had a chance.


“What do you mean ‘you’re pregnant’? We always used protection (Y/N)!”, Yoongi screamed in disbelief, brushing his hands through his hair in frustration. “You can’t be pregnant. It’s impossible.”

You rolled your eyes at him and laughed bitterly. “As long as your not sterile and I’m not infertile, I can always get pregnant Yoongi. Condoms can rip and the pill doesn’t work 100%.”

“Fuck!”, he yelled, throwing his phone against the sofa, making you flinch. You had expected him to react pissed or at least not really happy but you never thought, he’d flip like he did.

“Yoongi…”, you approached him, trying to calm him down, needing him to calm down to be calm yourself and not have a complete breakdown.

“Don’t touch me (Y/N)”, he growled.

“But-”

“No ‘buts’! This ruins everything, you realize that right? Everything I worked for so hard these last couple of years. Everything I ever wanted, all ruined because of this fucking mistake”, his voice was as cold as ice as his eyes stared at you, burning not only your body to pieces but your soul as well.

“Yoongi, yes it’s very inconvenient, you can call it a mistake even. But we’re in this together, we can’t change it. But we can go through this together”, you whispered through tears, trying to approach him again. You needed his support more than ever but all he seemed to do was to push you further away.

“It’s not only this pregnancy that is a mistake. This whole relationship was a mistake. I should have never started dating you, then it would have never gotten this far. I would have stayed focused on my work and only my work, not even having the slightest possibility for this to happen. Now what? The fans don’t even know about you! But all of sudden I have a girlfriend and a baby? They’d force me to marry you because we live in fucking Korea and you don’t just get kids without being married yet. My whole life would be ruined!”, by now he was screaming, fuming, running around the house uncontrollably, grabbing things here and there.

His words hit you worse than any weapon could as the meaning behind it sunk in. He thought you were the mistake. You were ruining everything. Everything that was important to him. He hated you in that moment, you felt it. 

You sunk to the floor, sobs escaping your lips as tears streamed down your face and your lungs were searching for air. Hysterical sobs left your mouth as your hands covered your face and your body curled up into a tiny frame.

“Yoongi please!”, you screamed out, lifting your head for a second, only hearing him going through your wardrobe in your bedroom. “I can’t do this without you! I’m a broke college student, I’m alone here, I don’t have anybody else but you!”

His figure appeared back in the door frame to the living room, a packed bag slung over his shoulder. “You should have thought about that before starting a relationship with me.”

Hastily you stood up as his body walked past you, towards your front door. Your fingers enclosed his arm, pulling on it, so he would stop. When he did and turned around, you saw the hurt and guilt in his eyes for a second before his gaze turned back to ice. You knew he cared. He cared but he was also impulsive and his impulse told him that his career was more important. 

“Yoongi, you don’t want that. You love me. You can’t just leave me like this, you’re more than this awful egoistic asshole”, you brokingly sobbed, still holding onto his arm, eyes begging him to stay.

He shook his head, ripping his arm free from your grip. “I guess you don’t know me that well after all then.”

With that, he pushed you off him, slamming the door shut without giving you one last glance, as you glanced after his figure in disbelief, a deadly pain spreading across your chest and stomach, making you gasp for air as more tears covered your face, leaving physical marks of the pain your were feeling.