i'm just gonna sleep and hope that when i wake up everything will be better

Tree Bros Oneshot

Word count: 1683
Connor and Evan are hanging out with weed and beer and Evan is a lightweight and a very talkative drunk. (Gay)
TW: smoking, weed, alcohol, mentions of depression, anxiety

“I want to get high. Or drunk. Or both” Evan stated bluntly. Him and his friend, Connor were sitting in Connor’s bed, watching tv.


“You know how life fucking sucks? Like really fucking sucks with school and anxiety and depression and all that, well it’s being shittier than usual right now and you use weed or alcohol to take the edge off when life is being a bitch, and life is being a bitch so I want something to repress it for a couple hours. It’s ok if you don’t want to give me anything because they’re yours and not mine but I was just wondering and you know what, you don’t have to give me anything, it’s fine I’ll live without it. Sorry for even asking.”

“No dude it’s fine. I got you.” He said as he got up from his spot on his bed. He crossed the room to his closet and shuffled through some clothes and boxes until he found what he needed. He pulled a joint, a black lighter, and two bottles of beer. He lit the joint and handed it to Evan along with one of the beers. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Evan grabbed it gingerly and brought it to his mouth. He breathed in and started coughing immediately.

“That’s normal, you’ll cough for the first couple hits. Then you’ll hopefully get used to it. ”

“Ok.” Silence. “I feel edgy like I’m doing bad things without my mom’s knowledge. Do you always feel like a rebel ‘cause this is cool. We should go rob a bank or steal an old lady’s purse. Something like that!” Evan exclaimed.

“I think someone’s getting too edgy, do I need to take that away from you?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong.”


“You didn’t do anything, if fine!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m 147% sure. Now can you pass the joint?” Evan handed over silently. The two boys sat and drank and smoked and just talked and laughed until everything was gone. Evan was wasted after the one beer and half a joint because he is such lightweight, while Connor was barely tipsy. Evan was giggling in Connor’s bed over how funny the wall looked. 'Damn he looks cute,’ Connor thought.

“Hey Ev, I’m going to the bathroom I’ll be right back. Don’t leave this room, ok?” Evan, who was now laughing uncontrollably, managed to say an ok through his hysteria.

Connor was only gone for two minutes, at the most, but when he came back Evan was sitting on the bed, a different person, as he was yelling at the taller boy.

“AH! Who are you? Get out of my room!” He pointed

“Ev, I’m Connor, and this is my room.” He said slowly crossing over to Evan, trying to assure him that he was ok, but also getting kind of annoyed because this could potentially be a big problem.

“This isn’t your room you’re a liar!”

“What the fuck Evan, it’s Connor. I was gone for two minutes how’d you forget?” Connor was now standing at the edge of the bed next to Evan, who was sitting as far back from Connor as he could.

“You’re not Connor you imposter! But woah. You sorta look like him.” Evan crawled up to the edge of the bed and cradled his hands around the other boy’s face, feeling the features.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”


“Because you look like my friend Connor.”

“Oh do I now?” Connor asked, now playing along with Evan’s drunken state.

“Ya, but you’re not as cute as him.”

Connor blushed, “he’s not that cute.”

“Oh but he is! His hair is long and beautiful and so soft, I could run my hands through it all day. And when he has it up in a bun it’s gorgeous and it makes his face look even better, and his face, oh his face. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, there crinkles around his mouth that make his smile ten million times more beautiful. He also has the most amazing eyes. The most beautiful things in the world. I could stare into them for hours but I can’t because he’ll think I’m weird. But they’re a pale blue, kinda like the color of faded jeans or the sky, and the right one has a spot of brown in the corner. I don’t think he likes it because whenever it’s brought up he gets a little mad, like he never wanted because it makes him the 'kid with the weird eye’, but I think it makes him different and unique and beautiful.”

“What else do you like about him?” Conner egged Evan’s drunken rambling on to see what else he’d say about him.

“Connor Murphy is nice, and he’s getting better and further away from mean secluded Connor, but nobody cares to see that in him, but they still think of him as old Connor and that makes me mad. I just want Connor to be happy because of all the shit he’s been through, he deserves it. And Connor is also really funny too! His jokes make me laughs hard, that one time milk shot out of my nose. It really hurt, but it was a really good joke. I think it was about Jared. He’s so amazing and he deserves all the love in the world and I love him so much, since the day I met him I felt something for him, but he’ll never reciprocate my affections because he’s probably straight, and even if he liked boys there are better ones than me, so it’s pointless but I can’t let go of it. Just don’t tell him that I said all this because he might get mad and not want to hang out with me anymore or be my best friend and I don’t want that so I’m just going to keep quiet.”

Connor was flabbergasted. Evan, his crush since forever, his unrequited love, just drunkenly admitted his feelings about him. Connor was blushing so hard, he probably looked like a tomato. “You really do like him huh?”

“More than anything.”

Connor blushed harder than ever, and was probably brighter than a tomato. “Wow. I think he likes you too.”

“Really! You think?! No way, you’re lying.”

“He told me.”

“Holy shit.” Evan’s face glowing with his beautiful, radiant, signature Evan Hansen smile. He couldn’t believe it. “Hey, I’m tired, I’m gonna go to bed.” Evan laid down on the bed and instantly feel asleep.

“Holy fuck.” Connor muttered to himself. Evan talks a lot while drunk, but damn, he just admitted his love for Connor freaking Murphy of all people. He looked over at the boy in his bed, his eyes closed and he looked peaceful and adorable. He just wanted to hold him and protect him. Connor put a blanket over Evan’s body and crawled into the spot next to him, but leaving space between them, and fell asleep, smiling.

The next morning, Evan awoke with a pounding headache, reeking of weed, and no recollection of anything after he started drinking and smoking. It took him a minute to realize where he was, in Connor’s room, in Connor’s bed, with his arms around Connor. Shit. Did they sleep together? No, they both still had on their clothes. But Evan was holding a sleeping Connor in his arms. What is he suppose to do, take his arms away, and wake up Connor and have to explain that he had his arms around Connor, or does he stay and have to explain why he was holding the other. Evan decided that he’d do neither and pretend to fall back asleep and deal with it later. He was a minute deep into his plan when he sneezed and woke up the boy in his arms.

“Sorry,” Evan squeaked, unwrapping his arms from the other.

“About what, I just woke up.”

“For waking you and having my arms around you I didn’t even know I did it I woke up like that a-”



“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”



“110% sure.”

“Thank you, also, sorry to ask, what happened last night, I don’t remember anything.”

“Don’t apologize, but you don’t remember anything?”

“Nothing, the last thing I remember is taking a hit.”


“Yes! Did I do something terrible? Please tell me! From what it looks like I did something bad, please tell me I didn’t do anything bad. ”

“No, you just talked a lot.”

“Oh god, sorry if I said anything embarrassing.”

“No, you just went on and on about how beautiful I was.”

“Did I? That’s embarrassing! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I don’t like like you in a gay way because you’re not my type or anything but I’m not saying that I don’t like you, I like you but not that way.”

Connor was kind of hurt that Evan was denying everything he said. “You said you loved me last night.“

Evan started to panic, but tried his best to not show it. He couldn’t believe he did that. Evan decided he’d never get wasted again. “I didn’t mean it I swear I didn’t I was just out of it. Please don’t hate me.”

“You seemed pretty sure last night. Talking about how beautiful my eyes were and how much you loved my personality while you were holding my face. To me it seemed pretty legit.” Connor tried to see if Evan was was truthful in his drunken moments or not, hoping that Evan really did love him.

"Fuck. I’m sorry. I do really like you a lot and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I understand if you hate me now and want me to leave I should go r-” Connor smashed their lips together. Evan was so shocked, he forgot to kiss back.

“I love you too Ev.” Connor said after they parted.

Evan was a blushing mess, “Can we do that again?” Connor nodded and connected them again.

Ed Sheeran sentence starters
  • "I saw a shooting star and thought of you."
  • "You were lying next to me, I looked across and fell in love."
  • "If you wanna put this on me, that’s fine, I never blamed you for anything at all."
  • "The world looks better through your eyes."
  • "It's only been one night of love and maybe that is not enough."
  • "If I fall for you, would you fall too?"
  • "It's not a homeless life for me, it's just I'm home less than I'd like to be."
  • "I haven't slept for the past week, two hours ain't enough for me."
  • "I'm drunk off last nights whisky and coke."
  • "You can stay with me forever or you could stay with me for now."
  • "Outside the day is up and calling, but I don't have to be so, please go back to sleep."
  • "Never been better since all the therapy."
  • "And you know, if I let you go, I'll still keep you safe."
  • "You are the one I fall asleep with but never wake up to."
  • "The worst things in life come free to us."
  • "I wanna be drunk when I wake up on the right side of the wrong bed."
  • "What didn't kill me, it never made me stronger at all."
  • "I know I'll never hold you like I used to."
  • "I'll be drunk again to feel a little love."
  • "I know you'll never love me like you used to."
  • "I found your hair band on my bedroom floor, the only evidence that you've been here before."
  • "I don't drink like everybody else, I do it to forget things about myself."
  • "There's no chance that we'll work it out."
  • "I said that's fine, but you're the only one that knows I lied."
  • "Everybody said we'd be together forever."
  • "Everything's great and everything's sure, but you live in your halls and I live in a tour bus."
  • "Pain is only relevant if it still hurts."
  • "If I was gonna go somewhere, I'd be there by now."
  • "I should ink my skin with your name."
  • "I should run you a hot bath and fill it up with bubbles."
  • "You should never cut your hair 'cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulder."
  • "You will never know just how beautiful you are to me."
  • "Maybe you're hoping for a fairy tale, too."
  • "This is the start of something beautiful."
  • "And it's dark in a cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm."
  • "I'm out of touch, I'm out of love."
  • "I think I love you better now."
  • "Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd."
  • "Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures."
  • "You need me, man, I don’t need you."
  • "Never be anything but a singer-songwriter, yeah."
  • "People think that I’m bound to blow up."
  • "I haven’t got a house, plus I live on a couch."
  • "They say I’m up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator."
  • "Settle down with me, and I'll be your safety, you'll be my lady."
  • "I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet."
  • "Give me love like her, 'cause lately I've been waking up alone."
  • "All I want is the taste that your lips allow."
  • "Give me love like never before, 'cause lately I've been craving more."
  • "It's been a while but I still feel the same... maybe I should let you go."
  • "Another love that's gone to waste."
  • "If I kissed you, will your mouth read this truth?"
  • "Darling, how I miss you."
  • "You made me scream, but then I made you cry."
  • "Maybe you should learn to love her like the way you wanna be loved."
  • "I never told her that I liked the way she dances slightly out of time and pretends she knows the words to a song she's never heard."
  • "You’re not her, though I try to see you differently."
  • "I will try to find another one who suited me as well as her."
  • "We never even tried, we never even talked, we never even thought in the long run."
  • "Whenever it was painful, whenever I was away, I’d miss you."
  • "I didn't mean to break your heart."
  • "Everybody falls apart sometimes."
  • "I know you've found another one, but won't you just hold me tonight."
  • "They don't know we don't speak anymore."
  • "I will stop trying to fall in love again... it never works out anyway."
  • "But I am not anything like I was."
  • "I don't wanna lose a lover and friend in one night if that's alright."
  • "I shouldn't have fucked with your mind and your life too many times."
  • "I never meant to sleep around, I was just lonely."
  • "When I see my future, it is with you."
  • "We're not friends, nor have we ever been."
  • "If they find out, will it all go wrong?"
  • "We're not friends, we could be anything."
  • "Friends don't treat me like you do."
  • "Tell me that you turned down the man who asked for your hand 'cause you're waiting for me."
  • "I know, you're gonna be away a while, but I've got no plans at all to leave."
  • "Just promise me, you'll never leave again."
  • "Just promise me, you'll always be a friend."
  • "Everything changes, but we'll be strangers if we see this through."
  • "I've been sat with you for most of the night, ignoring everybody here."
  • "Don't you worry if I disappear."
  • "I'm not really looking for another mistake."
  • "I was never looking for a friend."
  • "Maybe you could swing by my room around ten, baby, bring a lemon and a bottle of gin."
  • "Baby, if you wanted me then you should've just said."
  • "Maybe we'll go together and just figure it out."
  • "Trust and respect is what we do this for."
  • "You didn't need to take him to bed that's all."
  • "I never saw him as a threat until you disappeared with him to have sex of course."
  • "It's not like we were both on tour, we were staying on the same fucking hotel floor."
  • "I wasn't looking for a promise or commitment, but it was never just fun and I thought you were different."
  • "This is not the way you realize what you wanted."
  • "It's a bit too much, too late if I'm honest."
  • "Getting high as two kites when we needed to breathe."
  • "I'd disappear, you'd call me selfish, I understand but I can't help it."
  • "So we can either deal with the pain and wait to get on a plane."
  • "You should go, 'cause I ain't ever coming home."
  • "I've been livin' on the road, but then again you should know."
  • "You won't ever be alone... wait for me to come home."
  • "Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul."
  • "When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me."
  • "How'd I get so faded?"
  • "I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream."
  • "I've been looking for a lover, thought I'd find her in a bottle."
  • "I'll be feeling this tomorrow."
  • "You look so wonderful in your dress, I love your hair like that."
  • "We are surrounded by all of these lies and people who talk too much."
  • "You got the kind of look in your eyes as if no one knows anything but us."
  • "All that you are is all that I'll ever need."
  • "Just don’t expect me back this evening."
  • "I love him from my skin to my bones but I don’t wanna live in his home."
  • "I was raised to keep quiet."
  • "I don't wanna hate you."
  • "I kind of knew you liked the dude from private school."
  • "I knew he had his eyes on you."
  • "He's not the right guy for you."
  • "Don't hate me 'cause I write the truth."
  • "I would never lie to you but it was never fine to lose you."
  • "I'm just disgusted with the skeletons you sleep with in your closet."
  • "Fact is you're mad at me because I backtrack so casually."
  • "You're practically my family, if we married then I'll guess you'd have to be."
  • "Tragically our love just lost the will to live, but would I kill to give it one more shot? I think not."
  • "I don't love you, baby, I don't need you... I don't want you anymore."
  • "I'm not cut out for life on the road 'cause I didn't know I'd miss you this much."
  • "I guess I'm not the man that you need."
  • "Ever since you went to uni, I've been sofa surfing with a rucksack full of less cash and I guess that could get bad."
  • "When I broke the industry, that's when I broke your heart."
  • "I was supposed to chart and celebrate, but good things are over fast."
  • "I tend to turn you off and switch on my professional features, then I turn the music off and all I'm left with is to pick up my personal pieces."
  • "Success is nothing if you have no one left to share it with."
  • "I know you have a day job, but mine is 24/7."
  • "I still love you and I need you by my side if I could."
  • "The irony is if my career and music didn't exist, in 6 years, you'd probably be my wife with a kid."
  • "I'll die from a thrill, go down in history as just a wasted talent."
  • "Eventually I'll be fine, I know that it was never meant to be."
  • "These things happen for a reason and you can't change shit."
  • "Take my apology, I'm sorry for the honesty, but I had to get this off my chest."
  • "I will be loving you 'til we're 70."
  • "People fall in love in mysterious ways."
  • "I fall in love with you every single day."
  • "For four years I never had a place to stay."
  • "At 16 years old, I moved out of my home."
  • "I tattooed the lyrics onto my arm."
  • "I'll hold ya and you'll think of him."
  • "I'll never trust you again, you can just be a friend."
  • "If we should die tonight, then we should all die together."
Colorless to Colorful


“You’re at least going to let me pay you for gas I hope you know that- ah!” Alex yelped in surprise as he was heading out the door, slamming into someone face first. Literally.“Ow, fuck. Shit. Ugh. What the..hell..” Alex was cursing from the stinging pain in his nose from where it had smashed into the other person’s. He was brought to silence as he noticed how things weren’t greyed anymore. Colors filled his vision slowly where all he could see before was grey. Some things seemed dull, but he wasn’t going to question it as he stared at the guy in front of him in shock. He looked young..in his teens maybe.“Holy shit..”

Note: Little oneshot for the heartstrings au :) Alex meets John and sees color for the first time

Warning: mentions of abuse

A puff of hot air escaped chapped lips as Alex walked along the packed sidewalk. It was a busy November Monday for the college student, just having got out of class for the day. Earbuds and loud music filled his ears as he walked, intended target in sight. Stopping outside the Starbucks, Alexander pulled his hood down and then walked inside. Sitting at the back as usual was Alex’s best friend, Lafayette. He wasn’t paying any attention to the shorter man, fiddling with what looked like a piece of string on his finger.

“Herc still at work?” Alex asked as he sat down. Laf looked up and smiled sheepishly.

“Yes. He is.. we’ve been talking, still” he hummed, tugging on the string tied to his ring finger.  To Alex the string was grey, but to Laf it and everything else was colorful. That was a typical side effect of finding your soulmate. Alexander hummed as he looked at his hand, two bright red strings going from his middle and ring fingers. They were tied there and had been since he was young. The one on his middle had been there since he was born and the other appeared when he was about four. Memories from his childhood were fuzzy, but something like that stuck with you. Though having one soul bond was nice, Alex had been fascinated when he had not one string in his life, but two.

“How was your day? Classes were shit for me. Thomas was being an ass again and I swear I almost punched him..I obviously didn’t, but you get the point..” Alex huffed, giving the two strings gentle tugs, getting one back after a moment.

“Mine was alright. I spent the day with Mom and we shopped a bit. Apparently her and dad had a little argument this morning so she wanted some relaxation time. I got a free shopping trip, though, so I’m obviously not complaining…are you feeling alright? Is it one of those days..?” He asked softly, looking at Alex in concerned. Laf was only a few months older than Alex, but since Alexander had been adopted by Laf’s own adopted parents, he had become somewhat of an older brother to Alex.

“I’m okay, my chest just hurts a bit and I’m tired..and hungry. I’m hoping Peggy feels like making dinner because I’m just not feeling like it today..” he muttered, slipping his hands(as discreetly as possible) under his hoodie, tank top, and binder to push it off his chest a bit. It made it easier to breath and he let out a sigh of relief. The day he no longer had to wear this fucker was the day he would be able to happily go through his day without dying inside and outside.

“Want me to drive you back to the campus? And it’s Peggy. If they aren’t snacking and making food for themselves, then they’ll be doing it by the time you get there.” Laf chuckled, but he was concerned.

“I’m sure I can walk-”

“Nope. We’re going and I’m driving” Laf said in finality as he stood up. Alex groaned, but didn’t argue.

“Fine, fine.” He sighed, slipping his hands from his shirt and getting up.

“You’re at least going to let me pay you for gas I hope you know that- ah!” Alex yelped in surprise as he was heading out the door, slamming into someone face first. Literally.

“Ow, fuck. Shit. Ugh. What the..hell..” Alex was cursing from the stinging pain in his nose from where it had smashed into the other person’s. He was brought to silence as he noticed how things weren’t greyed anymore. Colors filled his vision slowly where all he could see before was grey. Some things seemed dull, but he wasn’t going to question it as he stared at the guy in front of him in shock. He looked young..in his teens maybe.

“Holy shit..” the guy breathed out and Alex was about to speak when Laf interjected.

“His name is Alexander. This is his number. Text him.” Laf said, shoving the napkin into the teen’s hand. Both Alex and him were both in shock from the whole situation. Alexander kinda felt light headed, to be honest.

“O..okay..I’m..John” the guy, John managed out as Laf pulled Alex past him. Alex

“Pull your hood up and watch the ground. You really don’t want to be looking around right now..you’ll get really overwhelmed” Laf said and Alex, who was still in a form of shock, nodded slowly, pulling up his hood and watching the sidewalk as they walked, letting Laf lead him along.  They stopped at his car and Alex got in the passenger side, leaning back in the seat and closing his eyes. His head hurt.

“Laf…holy shit. Lafayette I just met my fucking soulmate. I might be sick. Is that normal? Are these feelings supposed to be like this?”Alex asked and he listened as Laf started the car.

“You’re just overwhelmed. I threw up when I met Herc” Laf pointed out and Alex smiled some.

“I know. I was there, remember?” Alex said, using the conversation to focus on instead of this sick feeling he had.

“It might have also had to do with the fact that we were freshman and he was that cute senior I was crushing on since the start of the year.

“Wild year for us. Mom and dad adopted me, you met your soulmate, I punched that one kid-”

“Alex. My.. dear…sweet brother. You punched a lot of people that year” Laf laughed and Alex snickered.

“Defending our honor of course” he chuckled and he smiled some.

“Tell me how punching Charles was defending ‘our honor’” Laf asked and Alex could feel himself dozing off.

“He said dad being voted Governor was rigged and that he was incompetent. So I punched him. A lot. He also said something about my clothes so there’s also that”

“Ah. Thats the part I walked in on. I always thought you just got pissed because he made fun of your clothing choices” Laf hummed with a chuckle.

“Mm.. no it was because of that too..I just..I dunno…” Alex trailed off and before he knew it, he was waking up in his own bed. The light was off and it looked like it was getting dark. He must have dosed off. Sitting up and yawning, he noticed his binder was off. Ah. He wasn’t surprised. Laf and himself had agreed that if Alex, for whatever reason, fell asleep with his binder on, that the slightly older man could remove it for him. Alex trusted him to do this since the uh.. first incident which ended at the hospital.

Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he noticed a note on his bedside table.

Hey Al. Laf brought you in and gave me the run down bout the sitch. Made mac and cheese, it’s still on the stove if you’re hungry (and by that I mean get your ass up and eat ho)

- the peggiest Peggy to ever Peggy (Peggy)

Alex couldn’t help but laugh softly. The note was just so… Peggy. There was no other word in the world to describe it better than that. Getting up and sliding out of bed, he walked out of the room, hair hanging down around his shoulders. The apartments walls didn’t appear very brightly colored, so it was a welcomed sight to Alex’s eyes.

“Well hey there sleeping beauty. Get some Mac it’s warm still..I think” Peggy said from where they were watching some ghost show.

“I can tell what you’re thinking from that look you’re giving me, and no it isn’t just some ghost show it’s a /great/ ghost show. Dead Files is my shit” Peggy huffed and Alex shook his head.

“Margarita Schuyler, you terrify me sometimes” Alex said with a laugh, going into the tiny kitchen area of their dorm room.

“S’what I’m here for boo” they hummed.

“So. Soulmate huh. Oh oh, what color is my clothes right now?” They asked, looking away from the TV to peer at Alex in excitement.

“Pegs..I don’t know what they’re called how the fuck could I tell you” he asked with a snicker. Peggy stuck their tongue out at him and tossed him their phone.

“By googling it, of course” they said as if it was obvious. Alex rolled his eyes and smiled, pulling up google and typing in “colors and their names”.

“Fuck this is weird uh…your shirt is..yellow? But like..a light yellow? Your shorts are purple I think..yeah, purple” he said, looking at the screen in a sense of wonder. This is what colors were like..what used to be varying shades of dull grey was bright colors(though somehow they still felt slightly dull). He had always thought Laf had over exaggerated the difference, but he could see now that he wasn’t.

“Oh heres your phone, I swiped it from your unconscious body and snooped” Peggy said, tossing it as well for Alex to catch.

“As expected. Anything interesting happening in my life?” Alex asked with a hum, turning on his phone to check for anything new.

“Yeah, a text from a guy named John. Not in your contacts so I was gonna fuck with him, but then you woke up.” Peggy said with a nonchalant wave. Shit.

“Dude I think that’s the guy from today- holy fuck it is” Alex said as he opened the text.

From Unknown Number

Sent at 4:18PM

Hey. Its um. John. From starbucks? Are you doing okay? Everything happened kinda fast and you didn’t look so hot when you left

From Unknown Number

Sent at 4:21PM

Wait shit I didn’t mean it like that.

From Unknown Number

Sent at 4:21PM

You looked fine, you just looked kinda sick is what I meant..

From Unknown Number

Sent at 4:21PM

So uh…yeah hope youre doing okay..

Alex couldn’t help but snicker at the texts. This kid was definitely a teenager still. Ah the shy and awkward years. Yeah Alex was glad he was past that phase of his life. He just didn’t really care anymore. He hummed softly as he saved the number as John, then replied.

To John

Sent at 6:10

Hey, its Alex. Its okay, I understood what you meant.

To John

Sent at 6:11

Things were really overwhelming. Still are, really. Are you doing okay? You probably have school or something tomorrow, but if you live by that Starbucks, I go to the University a couple of blocks from it. We can meet up there and talk, if you want

Alex sent it and scooped a spoonful of macaroni from the pot to his mouth.

“What’d he say?” Peggy asked and Alex swallowed the bite before replying.

“He was worried about me. It was cute as hell. I asked if he wanted to go meet at Starbucks to talk” He hummed and sat the spoon down for a moment to give the strings on his fingers a little tug. One was almost immediate, but there wasn’t one on his other one. There was, however, a reply to his texts.

From John

Sent at 6:17

Sure. be there in 10. Also you messed up my first text pulling on that tie. Had to rewrite it and everything lol

Alex smiled and shook his head, He ate enough of the left overs to hold him over for awhile, then he went to grab his shoes.

“You gonna go meet color boy? Take a picture I wanna see him in all my black and white vision” Peggy teased and hopped up off the couch.

“Oh and get me some coffee!” Alex heard them call from the living room as he slipped on his shoes and then looked at himself in the mirror on his wall.

“Should I put on my binder…? Nah, I’m not gonna push it today. My hoodie is baggy enough..” He murmured to himself, pulling his hair up into a bun for now. Yeah. He really needed to cut it.

“Yeah, sure I’ll get your usual. If I’m not back by morning I’m probably dead” Alex replied as he walked back to the living room and then out the door. He snickered as he briefly heard a reply from Peggy.

“I’m buying a dog to replace you if you do” Alex loved them sometimes. As he walked his mind began to wonder. Why Peggy put up with him, he would never know. Angelica was still irked at him(for good reason) after what happened with Eliza…Peggy was far too forgiving, though, and as was Eliza. He was just happy they were all still friends, though he sometimes wished they hated him so he could continue to shame himself. He had about a ten minute walk as well, so he popped in his earbuds, pulled up his hood, and started his playlist on shuffle, letting himself get lost in the loud music. One long walk later and he found himself outside the  Starbucks. Humming softly to himself, he walked in and looked around, pulling his hood down. He pulled the earbuds from his ears as he spotted a familiar face in the very back.  He ordered a coffee and got it first before going over to the table he was at, taking a seat.

“Hey” he said simply and John looked up from the table.

“Ah..Hey” he brushing some hair from his face. The teens hair was let down from where it had been pulled back the first time they met that evening.

“You forget your hairbow?” Alex asked, just in curiosity really. John blinked, but shrugged.

“Couldn’t find one and I snuck out my window, so I couldn’t just go look for one in the house. Door was locked. Don’t like my hair down but I’ll live.” John said and Alex paused. There were a lot of redflags going up, but he didn’t want to ask something and potentially scare him off.

“Ah..well. Hm. Here, lets do this, then” Alex said and carefully pulled his hair down.

“There. I don’t like my hair down either. We can suffer together” he said with a smile. John blinked in what looked like surprise, but smiled some as well.

“Alright. Sounds good to me.” John hummed and then paused again, sipping on his drink.

“Okay this is probably going to sound really..rude..” John started and Alex sat up a bit, watching the teen squirm a bit before sighing and looking up at him.

“I just…I didn’t think my soulmate was going to be a girl. I mean..don’t get me wrong youre really pretty and all, but I’m gay and I’m just not..fuck I sound like an asshole don’t I? I’m sorry” John said, a deep frown set on his lips. Oh. Alex blink and shifted uncomfortably.

“Ah. I see. Well um..it might not make a difference, but I’m trans so..I don’t identify as a girl? I go by Alexander and I’m a guy..” Alex explained. He should have been used to explaining his situation by now, but for some reason it felt harder telling John. John looked at him in slight confusion.

“Trans..gotcha. I’m going to admit it now. I’m really ignorant on the subject. I don’t know anything about whats okay to say and whats not. I dont really..live in a good house. Pretty intolerant. Ive never really been able to look into anything lgbt. I know I’m gay, because I like guys..but..anything else is just lost on me. So um..sorry if this is really offensive. Just like..I dunno, slap me or something” John started and Alex was about to protest that option, but John started talking again.

“Have you like..I mean..are you transitioning..? Thats the word right..? I’m sorry I just..ugh I’m really bad at this shit..” John groaned, running his hand through his hair. It had been covering part of his face and once it was brushed back, Alex could see a bruise on John’s cheek. Shit. He wanted to say something, but again he was held back by the fact he didn’t want to scare John off with accusations. He’s been in an abusive household before and..he was worried, but he didn’t know if it was that or if John had just gotten into a fight. Everything in him said it wasn’t that, but he just tried to focus on the  question at hand.

“Ah..am I pre or post op? I’m pre. I honestly don’t mind talking about it, but not everyone will be. Its alright to be curious, but just be cautious.. I havent started on testosterone, but I want to soon. Its just an issue of money, ya know? I want to have top surgery, but again. Money. Its a long and slow process, but I’m working towards it” Alex said as calmly as he could, trying not to make it obvious that he was now searching John’s face for any new or old bruises. He didn’t see anything obvious and decided to let it go for now.

“Okay…Is there anything else I shouldnt ask or do..? I just. If we’re soulmates I don’t want to do anything to upset you. Could you..I dunno..teach me what’s okay and what isnt so I know…?” John asked almost stiffly and Alex couldn’t help but smile at it. Alex had met a lot of people in his life who he had to tell he was trans. No one wanted to understand things so deeply like John. Normally people would just interact with him with caution until they saw whatever answer they were worrying about. John wanted to know so he didn’t have to feel like he was walking on eggshells. It was..it was sweet really. The only other people to do this was his parents and Laf when he told them. Alex hummed softly and took a sip of his still burning hot coffee, giving John a happy smile


From the prompt “Person A always wears sunglasses so Person B has never seen their eyes. Finally, A takes off their glasses and B is so flustered and shocked that they just stare into A’s eyes for the rest of the day” by @otpprompts

They had already been working together for a couple weeks and Steve had never taken his sunglasses off once. Not once. Danny couldn’t figure out what that was about. Sure, it was Hawaii and the sun was always shining, and Danny understood the importance of always being protected. But they spent a really long time indoors; interviewing witnesses, at HQ, going over evidence and writing reports. He’d wear them even at night! It just didn’t make sense. There’s no way the glasses weren’t making it harder for Steve to see when they were indoors, but he still stubbornly kept them on. Of course Danny could’ve just asked why that was, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do it. To be honest, it had started driving Danny out of his mind. Not only because he was insanely curious about the reason, but because he just wanted to see the damned eyes. He had never realized it before, but it was weird never seeing someone’s eyes. It was like something was missing, like he couldn’t get the whole of Steve without seeing the color of his eyes, the shape. And god, he just needed it. He needed to see those eyes. But the stupid sunglasses were there. They were always there.

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RFA reacting to stressed out MC

MC’s been having a hard time. Maybe it’s work, maybe it’s school, maybe it’s personal troubles. Maybe all of it. When you come home weary and tired of pretty much the whole world once again, the RFA can’t help but notice.

I definitely did not write this to cheer myself up, no no, ok yes I did, I actually need this so much right now. Also, kind of mild spoilers because I used real names.


  • He feels so bad seeing you stressed out. He’s seriously affected by it, it’s making him worried and sad, and he’s pretty much suffering with you whenever you’re around him and not well.
  • You being stressed around him means he’s getting stressed.
  • So when you greet him with a tired voice while shuffling straight to the bedroom Yoosung can’t take it anymore.
  • He follows you to find you collapsed on the bed, face down and still wearing your street clothes. It’s not the first time you’ve done this. He knows that you don’t want to talk or even interact with anyone right now, but … he really wants to help you.
  • He flops down on the bed beside you, throwing an arm around your back and exhaling in a sigh as he relaxes in that position. He’d love to tell you to cheer up, that he feels awful seeing you like this, and that he loves you and more sweet words. But he stays quiet, just lying down on the bed cuddled up to you. He just wants you to know that he’s with you and that he’s there for you.
  • Eventually, you raise your head and give him a weak smile.
    •  “I wish I could just stay here like this forever.” You tell him. “I’m sorry for troubling you … I’m just so tired of it all.”
    • “Oh my god, MC, you don’t need to apologize! Please don’t apologize. Just stay here like this, okay? It’s alright. Here, let me take your jacket …”
  • Yoosung helps you to get out of your jacket. Also brings you your favorite comfy clothes, so you can change right there. While you do so, he disappears into the kitchen to prepare a cup of hot cocoa for you.
  • You stay right there in bed for the rest of the day. Yoosung brings you the cup of cocoa to drink, and some cookies he found in the cupboard, and your laptop. The plan is to watch your favorite movie together to take your mind off things. You instead end up watching cute and funny animal videos on Youtube while cuddling.
  • Yoosung is so relieved when you slowly relax and even chuckle at the videos a few times.


  • You’ve been unusually quiet and distant lately. You have told him that there is just a lot going on right now and he doesn’t have to worry … but Zen is not convinced.
  • He watches as you drag your feet on your way from the front door to the kitchen. You chug a glass of water then try to go straight to the bedroom. Again. Zen decides to intervene.
    • “MC, please talk to me. You’re not on your own, okay? Isn’t there anything I can do for you?”
    • “Zen … no it’s okay. Please don’t worry. I’m just tired. I’m sorry for being such a grouch these days …”
    • It hurts to see you like this and apologizing. Zen can’t take any more of this. He grabs your hands and gently forces you to face him. “Okay babe, listen to me. I can tell that something is bothering you. You don’t have to be sorry about it. Just please talk to me. You know that I’m here for you. I want you to rely on me when things are hard, okay? So tell me what’s going on.”
  • Knowing that Zen would not back off you sigh and decide to talk a bit. As you start to talk about all the things that have been weighing on your mind you realize that it feels kind of good to put your thoughts into words.
  • Zen reacts with nothing but understanding and encouragement to everything you say … which makes you continue to talk. And so you talk and talk while he listens to you, until you’re pretty much pouring out your entire heart to him.
  • He carefully leads you towards the living room while you talk. He makes you sit on the couch next to him, never letting go of your hands, and patiently listens until you have told him everything that’s on your mind.
  • When you become emotional after having talked so much and start shaking in front of him, he pulls you into a tight embrace. Kisses your head and strokes your back, encouraging you to just cry if you need to.
  • You end up falling asleep on him on the couch. You don’t seem to have got enough sleep lately, so Zen doesn’t wake you but carries you to bed and makes sure you’re comfortable.


  • Jaehee notices immediately that something is off with you. You are barely able to get up in the morning, you don’t talk at all before you had at least two cups of black coffee, and in the evening you’re barely doing anything other than taking a shower and going to bed.
  • Worried, she tries to cheer you up by preparing your favorite foods for dinner and proposing to watch your favorite musical DVD together … but you only eat a few bites, trying to smile at her and thanking her, before heading to bed once again.
  • Ok, something is really wrong. Now afraid that you’re maybe sick she tries to urge you to see a doctor because of your constant exhaustion.
    • “Jaehee, no, I’m alright … I’m sorry I’m worrying you. I’m really only tired. To be honest, I have so much going on and I feel like it’s all too much right now. But it’s gonna be okay, I know it, so don’t worry …”
    • “MC … is there anything I can do? Do you want to talk?”
  • When you shake your head, Jaehee seems helpless for a moment. But then she smiles and asks you to please come with her. She starts up her computer and shows you some links she has saved in her bookmarks.
    • “Oh, are those …”
    • “Possible destinations for our vacation.” She proclaims happily and looks at you with a hopeful expression. “We wanted to take two or three weeks off for this, right? Look at these … which ones do you like?”
  • So you start looking through pictures of the most beautiful and charming towns and sunny beaches, planning your vacation. Thinking of going on a vacation and getting far away from everything, only spending time with your girlfriend in peace, makes you feel considerable better. It’s as if your worries are slowly fading into the background while the two of you start getting excited about your possibilities.
  • You go to bed together later, for the first time in a seemingly very long time. When you wake up cuddled up to Jaehee the next morning you finally feel like this day isn’t going to be as harsh. You’re not alone in this, and there are good things to look forward to.


  • When Jumin realizes that you are having a hard time he is upset. He immediately tries to do anything he can to remove whatever is bothering you. He will not stop at anything if it is to make you happy again.
  • You are stressed out by work? If that company gives you trouble, they don’t deserve you and you should resign immediately. Jumin is going to get you a new job in no time, that is if you even want one
  • Exams coming up? Troubles at university? He is going to find people to help you study, tutor you.
  • Someone is giving you a headache? Let Jumin talk to that person, he will find a solution for your problem.
  • Any health problems? Jumin only needs to get his phone and …
    • “Jumin, please, it’s nothing you can … just solve.”
    • “I can and will solve any and all of your problems. I can’t stand to see you like this any longer.”
  • You have to explain to him exactly why you have been so out of it lately. He would not stop trying to find solutions for made up problems otherwise, trying desperately to make you cheer up. It’s kind of endearing … in a way. But you almost end up even more exhausted.
    • “Jumin … I’m just tired. I don’t need anything. Just … let me rest for a bit, okay?”
  • Finally he understands. Just hugs you and apologizes for having bothered you. He tells you once again how much you mean to him and how amazing he knows you are, then lets you go to bed early, asking you to try and get enough rest.
  • Next evening he makes sure that you two are alone, prepares a bottle of wine, and makes you rest on the couch. He serves you the wine personally, then sits there with you, sipping wine and watching as the night falls outside of the penthouse. The beautiful view of the city skyline you have is actually quite calming. This is how Jumin loves to spend time with you when he feels stressed out. He hopes that you will feel better soon, too.


  • You try to evade him when you come home, successfully reaching the bedroom … but he’s already followed you before you can even so much as get changed.
    • “MC are you avoiding me? What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
    • Groaning, you let yourself fall onto the bed. “I don’t wanna human anymore”, you mumble, voice muffled by the blanket.
    • He smiles a bit, in part because he thinks you’re acting cute, but mostly in relief. It seems like your bad mood isn’t his doing. So he sits down next to you and starts to pat your back. “That’s okay MC, you don’t have to human for me to love you …”
    • “Can I just … be a blanket burrito or something, forever? Would you still love me …?”
    • “Of course I would. I would take care of you and feed you. It would be so cute.”
  • The idea makes you feel a bit better. You even smile a bit at Saeyoung’s earnest sounding response. And you outright giggle when he really starts to pull the blanket around you.
  • Saeyoung carefully wraps you up in the blanket, then picks you up, blanket and all, and carries you out of the bedroom and to the couch. He turns on one of your favorite TV shows, gets some Honey Buddha Chips to munch on, then joins you. He spends the evening cuddling the blanket burrito you have become and feeding you chips.
  • He does joke a bit about how cute he thinks you are, but he actually knows well how it feels like to be all stressed out and exhausted. So he makes sure you know that he’s there for you whatever you may need. If you need him to, he’s really going to keep you safe and sound inside of that blanket until you come out willingly.
  • It doesn’t take too long, though.

(Decided to add Saeran and Vanderwood, too.)


  • This is honestly difficult for Saeran. You seem to be avoiding him, you are constantly tired and always have something to do or on your mind. He has tried and asked you if something was wrong and if you wanted him to do anything … but you’ve only explained to him what is going on and that there is nothing he can do to help you. Great.
  • So he watches for days as you get more and more worn out. He feels really bad about it, and helpless, and there are very few things he hates more than feeling helpless. When you come home one more time not even greeting him and instead trying to head straight for the bedroom, Saeran decides he has to confront you.
    •  “MC, wait. This isn’t right. You are not alright. Hey, don’t run away from me!” He tries to grab your arm, but you instinctively shake him off.
    • You can’t face anyone right now, you can’t talk or explain. You know you’d burst into tears if you tried. “I … I’m sorry Saeran. It’s … just so much right now. I … know I’m just being pathetic, and I don’t want you to worry, so … please …”
  • You shake your head apologetically, unable to continue speaking as your tears are welling up with more force. You flee into the bedroom, leaving Saeran standing there terrified. He is so not used to this. He has no idea what to do.
  • But he has to do something, doesn’t he?
  • He follows you and finds you hiding under the blanket, still crying. God, he can’t stand this. Desperate to do something, anything, Saeran starts to fetch your favorite things from the room and from all over the apartment and brings them to you. Pillow. A plush toy. Phone. Snacks. A book you’re currently reading. The shirt you always stole from him …
  • When you finally realize what he’s doing you are so confused and a bit concerned.
    • “Saeran, what … what are you doing?”
    • He doesn’t know either. He just wants you to stop crying and feel better, and those things that seemed to have made you happy in the past are all he could come up with. “I … don’t know. I thought you liked these. So I … thought maybe you’d feel better.”
  • You stare at him … then you have to laugh despite your tears. You are the one to get up and go to him for a hug, but when you do he immediately wraps his arms around you in relief and you can feel that he isn’t going to let you go anytime soon. Which is very okay with you.


  • He watches with a raised eyebrow as you’re scuffling through your apartment like a zombie and retreating to your bedroom. Raises the eyebrow higher when he hears you groaning and grumbling in there.
    • “What’s up with you today? You don’t seem very lively.” He asks as he follows you.
    • You give another loud groan. “I’m so stressed. I don’t wanna do this anymore.”
  • Okay, Vanderwood is a smart person and knows exactly what to do in times like this. If it was Saeyoung, he would have got his taser. But since it’s you, he’ll better take care of you.
  • So he makes you sit up again and gets behind you, starting to massage your stiff shoulders.
    • “So tell me. Who or what is bothering you so much? Let me know, so we can rail against that bugger together.”
    • “Oh yes … that would be great.”
  • You enjoy getting your shoulders massaged while the two of you just start to rant about everything that has been on your mind. Vanderwood is inciting you to let out all of your frustration by contributing snide remarks, until you get really into it and are almost yelling in anger at the source of your problems, but he doesn’t stop you.
  • It’s a kind of liberating and comforting feeling. To just hate on something that has been bothering you, together with someone you liked.
  • When you calm down the two of you continue to exchange snarky and sarcastic comments as sort of an inside joke, until you both can’t help but laugh anymore.
  • Everything seems so much less stressful and suffocating after this.

starbluesketches  asked:

Omg I just read the last Dave fic. And I LOVE it can you please do more continuation. I'm having so many feels right now

Of course I can! I actually had a really good idea for this continuation. But I decided I’m not going to cram it all into one fic, So let me know if you want a continuation. I hope you enjoy! And anyone who can get the reference wins a hug! And later on, I’m basing this off of gravity falls episode! You’ll see in the later chapters!

Read the last one here! https://tomco-headcannons.tumblr.com/post/159426034267/hello-now-that-you-have-received-a-request-for-a

Tom smiled very big when he saw Marco sitting on his bed in his room. His Marco had come to visit him! Tom jumped and ran towards the human, but stopped a little short when Marco didn’t greet him with the normal hug and kiss. “Mar-Mar? Is everything okay?” Tom asked. Marco stood up and looked over at Tom who tilted his head.

“I don’t love you, I never really loved you.”


Marco looked down at his phone curiously and hung up. “Tom hasn’t answered his phone… again.” He told Star. She shrugged and kept chewing on her wand.

“Maybe go stop by. He’s probably busy fighting with his stupid cousin.” Star complained. Marco sighed and nodded, pocketing his phone and waving goodbye to his friend. He took his scissors from off the table and cut open a portal, stepping into Tom’s room.

He was expecting something normal, like Tom was just busy, but that’s not what Marco got.

Tom was fast asleep on his bed, and standing over him was Dave. “What’s going on here?” Marco demanded. Dave grinned and held his arms out to give Marco a formal hug. But the human made a face and pushed him away. “What is happening here?” Marco asked again, advancing towards him.

“Tom is just resting after what you put him through. I expected more from you Marco.” Dave smirked and crossed his arms.

“What do you mean?” Marco asked. He ran over to shake Tom awake, but the demon didn’t even stir. Marco shook his harder and began to get worried. “What happened!? What is wrong with my Tommy!?” Marco demanded.

“Marco, you came in here and told the poor thing you didn’t love him. He was devastated.” Dave explained. Marco’s eyes widened with shock and confusion. He growled and grabbed Dave by the collar, pulling him forward.
“You better explained everything now!” Marco hissed.

“Have you ever heard of a puppet spell?” Dave asked. Marco raised an eyebrow. “My dear Marco, when a human falls asleep or let’s their vessel shutdown, a puppet spell allows me to use you however I see fit.” He grinned.

“Are you saying that when I was asleep, you made my body and voice tell Tom I don’t love him!?” Marco screamed. Dave smiled.

“Correct. You remember our talk, right? I needed his last supporting beam to fall, and you wouldn’t do it, so I did myself.” He explained.

“And why won’t he wake up?” Marco hissed.

“A sleep spell Marco, a sleep spell.” Dave explained. “Oh you should have seen how broken and torn my dear cousin was, I just HAD to help him.” Dave said with a fake tone of sympathy. “My poor cousin was dying of a broken heart, so I offered him a  way out. A sleep spell. It puts him in a sleep in which he can control his dreams, making them whatever life he wants. He’ll never wake up, but I really don’t know why he’d want to, what does he have to live for out here?” Dave asked. Marco raged.

“ME!” He yelled.

“Not as Tom knows, he thinks you don’t love him. So I offered him the spell, he went to sleep, and now he’s happy. Dreaming about you and a life you two can spend together.” Dave explained. “Meanwhile, he’s out of the picture, and I have a coronation to attend.” Dave grinned.

“You did this to Tom so YOU could become the heir!?” Marco demanded.

“Yes, why else would I do it?” Dave asked. He picked up his coat and swung it around himself. “You can take him if you want, I have no use for a sleeping demon. There’s no hope of him ever waking up, not while his dreams are as fantastical as he wishes to make them.” Dave explained. “Goodbye Marco, I hope never to see you again. You have school to attend, and I have a kingdom to run.” Dave spoke, and left the room.


“Star! Star I need help!” Marco cried. He was holding Tom in his arms and Star shot up out of her seat.

“What happened!?” She cried.

“A sleep spell, Dave cast a sleep spell on Tom and I don’t know how to wake him up!” Marco was near tears. “He-he used a puppet spell to make me tell Tom I don’t love him! And then-then-” Star cut Marco off. She understood what happened. All she really needed to hear was that first part and sleep spell. It was clear Dave used it to get Tom out of the way, by breaking his heart. “How do I wake him up!?”

“We don’t.” Star said, with a face that made her seem nauseous. “We can’t. His dreams are =… his dream! Anything he wants he can have and in this case… he wants you. That was something taken away from him in the real world.” Star explained. “He’s not gonna want to wake up and even if he did… I have no idea if there is any possible way to reverse a spell this strong.” Star finished.

Tears pooled up in Marco’s eyes and he held onto Tom tightly. “Please! We have to find a way!” He sobbed. Star held still for a long moment before the hearts on her cheeks turned into lightbulbs and lit up.

“Wait! If we can’t reverse the spell, maybe we can convince Tom to wake up!” Star cried.

“How?” Marco asked, still holding Tom close. Star grabbed her wand and rooted through a chest of magical items. She pulled out two tiaras with purple gems on them. She put on on herself and then put one on Marco.

“We are going to go inside his dream! Talk to the Tom who is conscious in his head and tell him to wake up!” Star told him. “It’s like that movie you’re always croaking about.” She waved her hand and Marco cocked his head.

“You mean inception?” He asked. “That was a good movie!” He defended. Star shook her head.

“No it’s not, and neither is this fanfiction.” Star told him. She lit her wand up and the gems on the tiaras lit up. “Let’s go.” Star told Marco. And with s flash and glittery swirl, the two friends were inside Tom’s dream.

just the two of us (hogwarts au) part nine - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - i can’t apologise enough for how long this has taken me to write. i know you’re all expecting party, and i promise i will start on that as soon as i can. it’s much easier to write with somebody else, which is why mean queens chapters tend to get written in one day and submitted, however writing alone is hard and takes me much longer, so i’m sorry if you’re not enjoying mean queens and prefer my other fics. i really am sorry, recently it’s been tough to write through school work and my debilitating mental health, but we won’t get into that because it’s sad. all you need to know is that i feel awful and I'm very sorry i haven’t delivered this quickly. i hope you like it anyways <3

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guide-to-the-galaxy  asked:

something from i hear static! like i dunno something with ghost donnie and casey doin more of that thing they do 😜 thak uuuu friendo

hey friend, here’s something i hope will make your day, since you’ve been ill lately. <3

(this isn’t technically canon, but it could be? idk, have some dumb friends being dumb.)

Casey had been a hundred percent right about how agonizing it was going to be, waiting for the plan to come into effect. Barely two days in, and he was starting to really wonder if it was possible to grab time by the collar and make it go faster.

At the moment, that remained something he personally couldn’t do. Cue him skulking around his apartment, nursing a frustrated and nervous mood.

He was stuck in the weird zone during the day where he was close to when he friends started waking up, but not close enough he could call or drop by without cutting short their sleep. His sister was at a friend’s apartment, his dad was at work for a few more hours… usually this would be an ideal time to chill out and have the television to himself, but at the moment he just felt squirrely and useless.

He stared at the digital numbers on the clock, set on top of their VCR player.

Time. Move faster. For the love of god.

Time didn’t comply.

Casey sighed, and put an arm over his eyes. Flopped across the whole of their shitty old couch, even with the drone of mindless television in the background, he couldn’t relax more than a little bit. Too much was happening lately, but also not enough was happening.

It was a little hard to properly chill out, knowing one of your closest buds was stuck between life and death 24/7 and another was looking too close to that for comfort.

Maybe he should go find some Cheetos. Cheetos made everything better, for however long the bag lasted.

Casey decided that would be a good plan, and rolled himself off the couch and onto his feet.

A spine tingling shiver went up his spine; right to his brain and through his skull.

Casey froze.

Static started to cover up whatever the game show host had been saying; garbling the words and whining through the speakers.

He slowly turned around.

Donnie’s blank eyed face stared at him from inside the television screen, shorting out the picture and filling the whole TV with pixels.

Casey stared at his friend.

“…dude, really?” He gestured at Donnie’s disembodied self inside his electronics. “With the haunting again? I thought you were over that stuff.”

Donnie didn’t answer, but the channel behind his head changed. Jaunty jazz music started playing, but slowed down and warped in parts so the saxophone sounded just plain creepy.

Casey rolled his eyes. “Oh ha ha ha, yeah real funny. I’m getting some Cheetos. You better get out of that thing by the time I’m back, because if you break my family’s television so help me.”

His friend’s image blurred on the screen, and for a moment Casey swore Donnie was sticking his tongue out at him.

Casey rolled his eyes again, and went to find his processed cheese snack.

It figured that when he opened the cupboard, the bag exploded in his face and sent orange dust everywhere.

The television channel changed a second time, playing a laugh track loudly from the living room.

Fucking poltergeists.

Casey wiped his face off with a grumble, rescued what Cheetos were salvageable enough to put in a bowl, and returned to the living room.

“Donnie, whenever you’re corporeal again I’m gonna- oh no you don’t- don’t do that, for fuck’s sake-” Casey sighed, and covered his greasy feeling face. “Donnie. Come on. That’s just freaky looking and kind of dumb.”

He peeked through his fingers.

Yep. Donnie was still hauling himself out of Casey’s television The Ring style.

Fucking. Poltergeists.

vilotte  asked:

Hello! Could you do the 41 kidge please? ❤ Thank you so much 😁  

41: Ghost/living person AU

Katie ‘Pidge’ Holt never believed in ghosts. She was always the one who was open to the idea of the possibility of there being supernatural beings out there, such as Bigfoot and all that kind of stuff. But ghosts? Please. Demons were more likely to be real than ghosts, anyways.

She grew up with the deep belief that ghosts weren’t real, and when the ‘evidence’ was shoved in her face she always came up with some scientific excuse as to why it was fake. This went on for years up until her first year of college when she made the decision that ghost were very fucking real after an encounter with one.

Moving into an apartment was more exhausting than Pidge had thought it would be. Her back ached after hours of hauling boxes and pushing around furniture, her brother making fun of her the entire time by calling her an old lady at how often she complained. Eventually everything was arranged and Matt had gone to take a shower in their shared apartment, the door locked shut as he started singing in the shower. 

Pidge rolled her eyes, plopping down on her bed as she started typing away on her laptop. Not even five minutes later, she heard the clatter of dishes falling in the kitchen. Raising a brow, she made her way to the kitchen, only to be frozen in place as she saw a figure standing in the middle of the living room.

Glaring, she grabbed a fork off of the counter and aimed it at his face, the fork held in a death grip in her hand.

“Who are you?” she hissed, glaring at the intruder who looked shocked that she had spoken to him. 

“You can see me?” came his soft whisper, confusion clearly written all over his face as he stared at her with his dark purple irises. He started walking towards her, his walk slow as if he was hesitant to approach her.

Pidge’s eyes widened and she instinctively threw the fork at him, eyes only widening more as it flew straight through him and fell to the ground. She blinked and he stood in front of her, a brow raised as he tentatively reached towards her.

“Are you okay?”

She managed to shake her head before collapsing on the floor. The last thing she remembered was seeing the strangers concerned gaze above her, the last thought on her mind being that she was utterly wrong because ghosts were very fucking real.

“Pidge, remember that time you threw a fork at me?”

Pidge blinked before looking at Keith, his arms crossed as he sat on the balcony, unafraid of falling off. He looked at her in expectant amusement, a brow raised as his lips curled upwards into a small smirk.

“No I don’t.”

Keith’s smirk left his face, the ghost boy gasping and looking heartbroken. “Pigde! That’s not funny!”

Pidge chuckled, looking up at him in amusement. “Sorry, sorry. Yes I do remember, but I would like to forget it because it’s just embarrassing how I didn’t realize that you were a ghost.”

Keith smiled. “You reacted better than Shiro did when I appeared in front of him. He didn’t even manage to hear me before he collapsed on the floor.”

Pidge raised a critical brow. “Keith, of course Shiro is going to react like that. You’re not supposed to be a ghost; you’re supposed to be in your hospital bed in a coma.”

Keith shrugged. “It’s not my fault that my body won’t wake up. Also, it gets really boring at the hospital.”

Pidge bit her lip, the memory of how the doctor’s had had to revive Keith in the hospital after he flat lined resurfacing. “Yeah, I bet it does.”

Keith noticed her change in mood, frowning and looking down at her. “Pidge, I know you’re concerned about me but trust me, I will go back to my body and be alive in the flesh again. I’m just…not ready yet.”

“The doctors have been talking about unplugging you, you know. They said that if you don’t respond in a week, they’re going to pull the plug on you.”

Keith frowned. “I know. But, just trust me. I’ll be fully back soon and then I’ll be able to properly hug you,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood. It worked, because Pidge snorted and sent him a small smile. 


They spent the rest of the night talking, Keith eventually sending her to sleep sometime around twelve after Lance had complained that they were keeping everyone awake. Pidge said her goodbye’s and Keith had disappeared, presumably going back to the hospital.

She spent another hour up thinking about Keith and how the small crush that she had developed on him had grown. It made her feel giddy inside, but also nervous because duh he was a ghost. Humans weren’t supposed to fall in love with ghosts. 

But then she remembered that he was a living person who was just in a coma, and hope filled her chest because maybe, just maybe, they could be something other than best friends. She just wished that he would wake up.

With these thoughts, she drifted off to sleep with a small smile on her face while thinking about Keith’s soft smile. Little did she know that tomorrow would be a very hectic day.

Ayeeee sorry this is late but I finally found some free time to write so here ya go! I don’t know if it technically is a ghost/living person AU but yep here’s my attempt at that lmao. Hope you enjoyed it! -Maria 

memes-and-peggy  asked:

Laurette for the ship thing if your still doing it

LAURETTE IS SUCH A WEAKNESS JDJDJDOWJDO. Thank you! B))) mywifemademesoweaktothispairing.

Who’s the cuddler:

Lafayette loves cuddling just a bit more than Laurens does. They have that comforting relationship where Lafayette knows Laurens practically more than Laurens knows himself, so even without a word having to be said, he’d know if the other wanted that affection. ( Laurens tries to play hard to get with Laf for some reason. )

Laurens likes resting on his french baguette and just talking. They just understand each other on a level that surpasses everything. They sleep cuddled up to each other the entire night through.

Who makes the bed:

They both do it together. Lafayette takes one end and Laurens takes the other and they just tiredly do it together, complaining about hunger.

Who wakes up first:

They literally wake up together at the same time. Laurens usually leans in happily for morning kisses and begs not to have to get up.

Also ( because I suffer with it myself and know how BAD CURLY HAIR CAN BE ) Laurens ALWAYS wakes up with a mess of hair everywhere.

Lafayette does Laurens’ hair for him every single time. In fact, he’d be unhappy if Laurens ever did it himself. It’s just their ritual.

( Laf knows how to deal with curls. It pains him to see Laurens ripping out huge chunks of his hair when he does it so yeah. )

Who has the weird taste in music:

Lafayette, though Laurens is pretty into any genre and loves Laf so they enjoy his weird music together.

Who is more protective:

Equal x 1000. ( this is so original to all my other answers but hear me out–if you in a relationship you gonna be protective no matter what )

Laurens is OVERLY protective of Laf, even towards the other guys in the revset. If anyone says anything rude, Laurens is the first to go off and he is RECKLESS. There have been many senseless duel challenges and fights because someone disrespected his boyfriend in front of him. He doesn’t care, he literally would not allow it.

Lafayette is also scarily intimidating when someone messes around with Laurens. They get told off and it’s just really scary and frankly–as waifu puts it–yandere man pissed at you.

Who sings in the shower:

Lafayette sings mostly but Laurens does too.
When they’re together it’s terrible because they can’t EVER stick to one song. One moment they’ll be singing LOUDLY one song and it’ll slowly merge into being another song entirely and they somehow can keep up with one another. Laf sings better though and so Laurens always shoves him and tries to cover his mouth.

Who cries during movies:


Who spends the most while out shopping:

Laf, though Laurens is in control when he’s with him and plainly tells him no.

Who kisses more roughly:

Despite belief, probably Laurens at first and once they were more comfortable, it’d switch off to be Lafayette. They’re very needy and affectionate and the kind of people who would kiss randomly for no reason other than that they could.

Who is more dominate:

Lafayette, though Laurens isn’t the type to give in and become submissive right away. It’s a bit of a fight but Laurens respects Lafayette overall and would only ever relinquish control to him.

My rating of the ship from 1-10:

My wife made me adore this ship. Like seriously, HER LAFAYETTE IS SO IROLHKHIH WHEN IT COMES TO RELATIONSHIPS. I have so many ppl I ship him with and I’m ./////. ilovehim.

Laurens and Laf are really sweet together and kind of amusing. They’re the most connected, I think.

theemoestdemon  asked:

Can you write another Tom with cat traits fic? I need something fluffy to make my mood a bit better, I'm like irritated and sad at the same time but I have no idea why exactly.

I’m sorry you’ve been upset. It’s okay to just feel bad, you don’t always need a reason. It’s normal. I feel like that sometimes! We all do! I hope this cheers you up! I think it turned out pretty well, so enjoy and try and smile at least three times today! That’s your goal!

“Tom? Tom wake up.” Marco nudged his boyfriend gently and the demon opened up his eyes. He looked at Marco very sleepy and confused for a moment, like he didn’t recognize him. Tom yawned and moved closer, sniffing Marco’s hoodie and then smiling.

“Marco… it’s just you.” He giggled, wrapping his arms around the human’s waist. Marco nodded and put a hand on Tom’s head, running his fingers through his hair. Tom crawled up more and curled up in Marco’s arms.

“I missed you so much.” Marco cooed. He was visiting Tom late at night. He had just made it home from a family vacation, and as soon as his flight landed he needed to see Tom. Even if it meant waking the demon up at one in the morning. “Are you still smelling my hoodie?” Marco asked, pulling back.

Tom laughed a little. “You’ve been away for two weeks. And I recognize your smell more than anything.” He explained. Tom the yawned and fell against Marco, closing his eyes. “I thought you knew that… that’s how kitty-cats know what’s going on.” He mumbled.

“I thought you hated it when I called you a kitty-cat?” Marco asked, scratching Tom behind the ear. The demon purred loudly and nuzzled Marco affectionately.

“Yeah but I’m tired-drunk right now so I’m not really gonna care about anything.” Tom explained. Marco laughed and gave him gently hugs and kisses.

“Okay, you should go back to sleep, I just wanted to see you as soon as I got home.” Marco explained. He was about to leave but Tom grabbed his hand.

“You can stay if you want.” He offered. Marco smiled and sat down on the bed.

“Just for a little while.” He told the demon, yawning himself. “Then I have to… unpack.” Marco mumbled before letting his own eyes close. Tom yawned as well and sat up. He kneaded Marco’s hoodie and let his claws scratch it a little bit, but Marco didn’t care. As soon as Tom decided Marco’s chest and stomach were acceptable and kneaded enough to sleep on, he took his rightful place on top of his boyfriend and fell asleep.


Marco woke up the next morning, yawning. “Oh man, did I fall asleep here? Mom and dad are gonna be worried sick about me.” He decided. He made a move to get up, but noticed a little demon was hugging his arm tightly in his sleep. Marco smiled at Tom, cuddling his arm like it was a teddy bear.

But that cuteness was short-lived. Marco tried to gently pulled his arm away, but as he did, the demon’s claws came out and rested on Marco’s arm. So if he pulled away he’d be scratched. “Tom? Tom wake up, you’re doing that thing again.” Marco whispered. Tom just yawned in his sleep and held onto Marco’s arm tighter.

Marco bit his lip and tried not to move his arm, because he knew if he did on instinct Tom would sink his claws in. Marco groaned and rolled his eyes, deciding to try and move faster than the demon and attempt to just yank his arm out of his grasp and jump away.


“I’m sorry.” Tom mumbled, putting another band-aid on Marco’s arm. Marco smiled and gave Tom a kiss under his third eye.

“It’s okay, sweetie.” Marco assured.

“You know I do that in my sleep, why didn’t you wake me up?” Tom asked, he sounded like a parent scolding a small child. This made Marco laughed. Mostly because Tom had no place to tell Marco to be responsible. The amount of time Tom had done something stupid was uncountable, and most of those times Tom knew there would be negative outcomes.

“I thought I’d be able to slink away.” Marco explained. “And besides, I felt so bad about waking you up, you looked so cute.” Marco gushed. Tom rolled his eyes.

“So you let me slice your arm to ribbons?” Tom asked. Marco laughed and bit.

“No silly, it’s like a cat scratch. It’s not bad at all, you hardly broke skin.” Marco reminded. Tom made a face and crossed his arms, still looking upset about the whole situation.

“Yeah but I’d rather not scratch you at all.” He explained, looking down at his nails. “Maybe I should get declawed.” He grinned up at the human, who laughed at the little joke.

“No, if you got declawed, how would you scratch up all my furniture?” Marco asked. “You know my mom loves that.” He joked. Tom rubbed the back of his head.

“I really don’t even notice that I’m doing it.” He blushed. “I’ll uhm… tell your mom I’ll sew up the furniture… and the mattresses… and the curtains… and bedspreads…” Tom stopped. “You know what, I’ll just buy your parents new-everything.” He decided. Marco smiled.

“Sound like a plan.” He giggled, bopping the demon’s nose. “Maybe I should get you a scratching post.” Marco offered, laughing.

“Are you serious? Because I know that was a joke but I would love that. Where can I get one?” Tom asked, leaning forward excitedly. Marco burst out laughing and pulled Tom down for a kiss by the horns.

“I’m dating a kitty-cat-boy.”

Anonymous suggested: I have had an appendectomy yesterday and I’m feeling generally crappy… can you write anything with Sheldon having to have a surgery and Amy taking care of him?

Note: Feel better, sweetheart!  I hope that you are taking it easy.

The doctor walked into the waiting room and sat next to Amy.  She set down the book she had been staring at, but not reading to look at the doctor.

“Everything went great.  He’s coming back around and you will be able to go see him in a few moments.  We are going to keep him overnight, but you should be able to take him home tomorrow.  Do you have any questions?” the doctor told Amy.

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anonymous asked:

3 SEPARATE FAN FICTION THAT I LOVED ALL ENDER TODAY AND THEY ALL KILLED ETHAN TO END THE STORY.... I'M NOT OK. can I plz has some fluff to make up for the dead Ethan and depressed Mark/Tyler? maybe confort after Eth has a bad dream? 🎶

[I did a thing where Ethan’s afraid of the dark, not sure I like how it turned out but here you go (I hope you feel better 💔)]
Ethan finally tore his eyes away from the laptop, gaze traveling across the living room. It was late, probably 1 or 2am, but a single lamp cast dim light across the area. Ethan’s eyes were growing heavy with sleep, so he had been planning to just save his work and go to bed.

It didn’t look like that was going to happen now.

Every exit from the living room was shrouded in darkness, making it clear no lights were on outside of where Ethan sat. To make matters worse, Mark and Tyler had both headed up to bed hours ago, leaving Ethan alone with his editing.

Ethan tried to refrain from panicking, attempting to convince himself there was no real danger in the hallway and he was just being irrational. And maybe that though process would’ve worked if the wind didn’t start howling at that exact moment, making a high pitched whistle and causing the house to make creaking noises.

He could feel the sweat gathering on his palms, which didn’t seem to go away when Ethan wiped them on his jeans. Alright, he figured, maybe it’s a good idea to go to bed after all. Especially with the screaming wind taunting him now. Maybe if he just bolted through the dark hallway and upstairs, he wouldn’t have enough time to think about all the things that could be waiting for him in the shadows.

Finding himself increasingly scared and in need of his boyfriends, Ethan slowly stood up, closing his laptop and leaving it on the couch. He was fully aware his fear was childish and unsupported by any logic, but his arms still trembled as he approached the exit to the living room. Too frightened to sprint forwards as he had planned, Ethan cautiously extended one leg and took a small step into the hallway.

Perfect time for the floor to creak beneath him and nearly give him a heart attack, apparently. Ethan jumped backwards at the noise, hurrying back into the living room with his heart rate increasing by the minute. Even after he realized what the source of the sound was, it took several minutes before he was calm enough to try again.

He motivated himself by saying he only had to make it to the end of the hallway, where the lightswitches resided, and then he would be in the clear. He even made it three steps down the hallway that time (with the help of his phone’s flashlight), before his anxious thoughts got the best of him and he once again retreated into the living room, as fast as he could.

At least he wasn’t drowsy anymore. He was, however, now extremely paranoid and on edge, and he found himself sitting stiffly on the couch as he tried not to cry. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was scared, or tired, or frustrated, or because he really needed a hug right then but whatever the cause, tears began rolling down his face before he could stop them.

Feeling like he was stuck in some horrifying loop, Ethan finally pulled himself back together and fumbled around for his phone. Though his shaky hands weren’t much help, he still managed to dial Tyler’s number and clutch the phone to his ear.

When Tyler answered, his voice was low and slurred, like he’d just woken up (he had). “Ethan?” Tyler yawned, “Wh-why are you–?”

“Please come downstairs,” Ethan interrupted, voice breaking, “I really need you guys right now and I just don’t know what to do and I can’t handle this.” Ethan found himself crying again, he couldn’t help it.

Concerned, Tyler replied, “I’m coming down right now. Are you okay?” Ethan didn’t say anything in response, still holding the phone tightly. Luckily, the sound of footsteps on the staircase soon filled the air, capturing Ethan’s attention. He stayed completely still until he saw the hallway light turn on and his boyfriends approaching him.

Tyler rushed in first with worry, immediately grasping Ethan’s arms and pulling him into Tyler’s lap. Ethan dropped the phone onto the couch, tightly gripping at Tyler’s nightshirt like it was his lifeline, still shaking. “Are you okay?” Tyler repeated what he’d said over the phone, instantly taking to rubbing Ethan’s back.

Mark sleepily stepped forwards as Ethan replied, “I’m really scared, Ty. I know it’s stupid, I know, but it was dark and you guys didn’t leave the lights on and then the wind started and everything was making noises.” Ethan’s voice turned into more of a whimper at the end before he buried his face into Ty’s chest.

Mark’s face twisted into a sympathetic frown as he sat beside his boyfriends, sharing a look with Tyler. “It’s okay, Ethan,” Tyler murmured, running a hand through Ethan’s disheveled hair, “We’re here. Nothing’s gonna get you.” Ethan’s crying continued nonetheless, which was was a heartbreaking noise to hear. Mark exchanged another look with Tyler, neither of them sure what to do.

Luckily, Ethan’s crying slowly subsided after a while. Once it completely stopped, Mark and Tyler tried softly talking to him, only to discover Ethan had passed out in Tyler’s arms. He didn’t wake up until he had been carried all the way to bed, stirring awake at the feeling of being dropped onto the mattress (try as he might, Tyler wasn’t a very delicate person).

Tyler climbed in behind him, Mark sliding in on the opposite side. Ethan curled up against Mark’s bare chest quickly, glad for the contact. “Sorry for waking you guys up,” Ethan whispered to Mark, since Tyler was already snoring. Mark pressed a kiss to Ethan’s forehead in response, “It’s okay, bluebird. Everyone’s afraid of something.”

“Even you?” Ethan asked, surprised.

“No,” Mark smiled, with Ethan giggling at his reply. “Tyler’s scared of clowns, though,” Mark added, still grinning.

“Really?” Ethan yawned happily, wrapping his arms around Mark.

“Terrified,” Mark confirmed, returning the gesture, “But don’t tell him I told you.”

Ethan nodded with content, eyes closed. “Night, Marky.” He slurred.

“Goodnight,” his boyfriend replied with a soft kiss.

I’m trying to study! Part 3

Originally posted by avengeyourbucky

Bucky x Reader College AU 

Catch up here!


Hello lovelies, here is part three! I am absolutely stunned at the amount of feedback all of you wonderful people gave me on the previous parts. I want to thank all of you, no exceptions, for how much you appreciate this and how you encourage me to keep going. Thank you! 

Word count: 1592

Warnings: So. Much. Fluff!!!

Waking up, you felt like you were in heaven.

Not only were the sheets soft and silky, but you also felt a wave of warmth encase your body, making you feel safe and loved. Slowly opening your drowsy eyes, you saw soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, enveloping the room in a warm, buttery light. Making you feel at home.

Wait a second…this wasn’t your room!

Opening your eyes in a panic, you shot your gaze around the room. The events of last night came rushing back to you, calming you down, but only just. Glancing behind you, your eyes settled on the sleeping form of Bucky.

Oh, Bucky.

Sleeping peacefully, Bucky looked more like an angel than a human. His luscious brown locks had tumbled onto the pillow and his mouth was slightly agape, letting out soft breaths. His strong, muscular arms were wrapped tightly around your waist and his legs were tangled together with yours.

You shifted slightly, your breaths coming out uneven and your heartbeat increasing rapidly. Your movement caused Bucky to frown slightly and pull you against him even more. Your breath hitched at his actions, the butterflies whizzing around your stomach at full force. You were about to try and pull away completely, but you stopped.

Why would you?

Why should you?

To hell with all of this, you thought, and nuzzled yourself into Bucky’s embrace, revelling in how deliciously warm he was and how right it felt to be in his arms. Pressing your cheek against the brunet’s pectoral, you sighed out slowly, feeling so content and in love that you wanted this moment to last forever. You knew Bucky would wake soon to go to college, but for now, you took the couple spare moments of silence you had left to think about your feelings for the man lying next to you.

Bucky and you have known each other since elementary, having met when your teacher sat you beside Bucky on the first day of school. The two of you had taken an instant liking to each other, often playing pranks and causing trouble for the others. Through Bucky you met Steve, his best friend, then went on to meet Natasha and Wanda. Through those two you meet a ton of other people that you have instantly clicked with. Yes, those days were some of the best days of your life.

Your feelings for Bucky blossomed some time in high school and have been growing stronger ever since.  You couldn’t help it; Bucky was the kindest soul you have ever met, his heart made of gold. Sure, he had some trouble with authorities in the past when he got into fights with bullies at school and outside of it, but that’s what made you love him even more – no matter what, Bucky always protected those that were weaker than him, those that couldn’t protect themselves.

Now, whenever you looked at him, you didn’t just see your best friend; you also saw a man you adored, a man you hoped to spend the rest of your life with. Even if that was thinking a bit far ahead.

You were pulled back to the present when you felt the gorgeous man shift and groan in a low voice, signalling he was awake. Shutting your eyes quickly, you evened out your breaths and pretended you were still asleep, hoping Bucky wouldn’t realize that you were awake already.

Fortunately, your plan worked. You felt Bucky shift and slowly unwrap his arms from around you, then heard his low chuckle sounding beside you. The man’s voice almost broke your act, but thankfully you caught yourself just in time and managed to keep up the illusion. You thought Bucky would just get up and start getting ready, so you were totally unprepared for what happened next.

Bucky leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you once again, then, as softly and gently as the whisper of the wind, he pressed his lips to your cheek in a delicate kiss, keeping them there for a few seconds before slowly pulling away and chuckling once again.

Pretty sure that your heart had just exploded, it took all of your willpower to stop yourself from screaming out loud. Not able to pretend any longer, you opened your eyes and let out a small yawn, acting like you just woke up. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, but you managed to keep all your emotions down, thanking your lucky stars that you didn’t spontaneously combust there and then.

Bucky grinned at you once you made eye contact with him. “Morning, princess.”

“Mm, morning”, you mumbled out, stretching and sitting up in bed.

Bucky laughed slightly and turned around to pick up fresh clothes for himself. Due to the fact that you stayed the night, Bucky had been modest and slept in a t-shirt and sweats (though you had secretly hoped he would go to sleep shirtless and let you see his toned chest. Well, actually no, it was better that he had slept covered up, as you were pretty sure you would’ve drowned in your own drool if you had seen his bare torso).

You hopped out of the comfortable bed, immediately going to make the make the bed. Bucky smirked slightly, looking at you.

“(Y/n), you’d make a good wife, y’know. Always so tidy.”

You felt blood rush to your cheeks as you rolled your eyes at your friend. “Shut up, Bucky.”

Bucky laughed loudly, causing you to chuckle as well. You turned around to face him, putting your hands on your hips. Bucky kept laughing, giving you an evil wink. You shook your head, your heart swelling at the sight.

Once Bucky calmed down, he straightened his posture and pointed to the bathroom door behind him with a smile. “Steve’s already out of here, so I’m gonna go shower. You can join me if you want, doll.” After saying that, not only did he wiggle his eyebrows, the bastard also winked.

You choked on your own spit and fell into a coughing fit, feeling like you were about to cough your lungs up onto the floor. Bucky immediately ran to your rescue, laughing the entire time.

You slapped Bucky’s chest once you had calmed down, which of course made him laugh even harder. Completely red, you muttered a “bitch” and quickly walked out of the bedroom, Bucky’s laugh sounding behind you, making you grin stupidly and shake your head.

You were in the middle of making pancakes when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you. Supressing your urge to jump from the sudden contact, you bumped your elbow into Bucky’s side, making him chuckle into your hair.

“It really was lonely without you in the shower, (Y/n). You should’ve joined me.”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him away from you with a small smile and guided him to a seat at the kitchen table. “Shut up already and sit down.”

Bucky grinned, but that grin quickly turned to surprise when you placed a plate completely loaded with pancakes in front of him, along with a small plate of butter and some syrup. “Now eat.”

“W-what? That’s all for me?” Bucky looked at you in astonishment as you smirked and crossed your arms, nodding.

“Yeah. It’s my way of thanking you for letting me stay the night. You’re a lifesaver, Buck.”

Bucky blushed and looked away. “You shouldn’t have, (Y/n). This is too kind of you.” The brunet dug into his food, letting out a small moan at the taste. “Hish ish amahing!”

You laughed loudly, taking a bite of our own food. “I’m glad you like it. Now hurry up because this time you will be the one that’s late, not me. Gosh, I’m so glad I don’t have any classes until the afternoon.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at you but followed your instructions nonetheless. In the blink of an eye, he was putting his empty plate into the sink and washing it, then running to the bathroom to clean his teeth. You chuckled at how hurried he was, feeling really happy and proud that he enjoyed the breakfast you made for him.  You wondered what it would feel like to wake beside him and make him breakfast every day. Maybe, just maybe, some day it might happen…

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you saw Bucky walking into the kitchen, dressed and ready to go. Standing up, you walked over to him with a smile.

“Have fun at college, Buck.”

He nodded and, before you could react, leaned forward and wrapped his arms tightly around you, once again gently pressing his lips to your cheek.

“Thank you, (Y/n). For everything. You’re really the best”, he mumbled against your cheek before pulling away and flashing you his dashing smile, then bolting out of the front door. You stood there in shock, your hand slowly going up and touching the place that Bucky had kissed, feeling lightheaded from his actions. By now, saying that you had butterflies in your stomach would be an understatement – instead, it felt like the whole Central Park Zoo was going on a stampede inside your body, making you physically tremble from the feelings suddenly overwhelming you. You realized that your feelings for Bucky weren’t just a simple crush anymore. What you felt for him was pure love.

This is going to be the death of me, but I’m willing to die if he’s holding me in his arms.

I hope you enjoyed this part!

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Happy birthday, @liasviel! My lil sista is an adult nao ~♥
(…i just realized i messed up the notifications but it’s 1 minute left dont hate me)

–707 logged in–

707: Okay let’s state one thing straight.
707: EVERYONE needs a cat
707: Except for Zen.
707: But if it wasn’t for his allergy, he’d need a cat too.
707: So it seems that the cruelty of Ms Vanderwood 3rd makes my life harder since she doesn’t let me own a cat T_T
707: She obviously wants me to suffer T_T
Zen: Okay, first.
Zen: We all know Vanderwood is a guy by now -_-
707: Whoops~
Zen: And second
707: T_T
707: You’ve been living without a cat for so long
707: That you’re not aware of your own loss anymore
707: *gasp* So sad…!
Shiro: There, there.
Saeran: Could you all stop?
Saeran: I keep getting the notifications, it’s annoying -_-
707: How
707: about
707: no? Shiro: Uhuhu, don’t provoke him, he’s unsteady today
Saeran: What did you just say -_-
Shiro: lololol
707: I was about to go anyway~
707: You know, as the older, responsible brother
Shiro: *cough*
707: I need to work hard to earn the living for…
707: My brother
707: His soon-to-be-fiance
Saeran: Excuse me…?
707: And My Donut.
Shiro: …Donut.
707: Shiro: Could you stop making weird nicknames for my sister ;_;
707: How
707: about
707: …rather not lol
707: Going off like a sunset~
Saeran: Begone.

–707 logged off–

He yawned, swaying on the chair lazily. Working was definitely the last thing he wanted to do, and so - he didn’t pay much attention to it. 

So many things happened lately. He thought that everything would change once he escaped the agency.

But it did not. There - of course - was a change, but much different from what he expected.

He still worked as IT expert, his house was as messy as always. Vanderwood still lived with him, doing his own work and - by the way - cleaning all the mess Saeyoung’s made. He threatened to move away soon - which he planned from the very beginning - but it was for some reason a painfully slow process and, as long as he still lived here, it seemed as if nothing changed. 

Except for Saeran, the third mouth to feed.

That wasn’t all though. The thing that changed the most was the almost continuous presence of two additional beings. You know, the same set as before. Buy one, get one free. 

Kuro was the one who’s got invited to Rika’s apartment.

Shiro was the one who stormed in two days later with food, scolding her sister for neglecting the studies.

It didn’t exactly go as planned and storming in resulted in the bomb almost going off. 

And there again: Kuro was the one to take it with only a weird, rather unmoved expression, while Shiro started yelling at the redhead for putting her sister in such a danger.

But when he pointed that she let her live in a stranger’s apartment (she was obviously aware of the fact), she just waved him off and, sending him a cold glare, stated that either he lets Kuro live at his place (to make sure she’s safe) (she didn’t actually believe it’d make her safe) or she will take her sister back home and no one will hear from her ever again.

It all ended with Kuro having to calm down her heatened sister and Saeyoung having to prepare a separate bedroom for the poor girl. 

It was a few months ago and right now, the girls were living together again.

Ever since Shiro and Saeran accidentally met, it was pretty obvious that there’s something soothing in her demanding behaviour that made Saeran kind of vulnerable. The relationship between them was a bit weird, but rather stable.

But Kuro? It was a completely different matter.

The girl caught Saeyoung’s attention. When she, for the first time, entered the RFA’s chatroom, she was so bright and innocent. Cheerful, trying to make everyone smile. Understanding, even to him. She even got his jokes, which made them both an explosive pair.

And then, when he decided to look into the camera’s feedback, he noticed her, sitting in the corner with her phone laying beside her, eyes focused on her small laptop, the light of the screen brightening her pale, calm face.

Every message she sent, every emoticon she put into the messages, she didn’t’ smile even once. When someone called her, she was kind and smiling. But every time the call ended, she would sigh quietly and go back to her laptop, looking as if the talk never happened. There was that dark, filled with despair aura around her. The one that made him keep wondering and asking himself over and over: what heppened to her…?

To keep her saddness buried deep inside and show only the happy, careless side. To sit in this corner, in front of the CCTV camera, all day and scribble in her laptop as if nothing else mattered. To occasionally wip her eyes and if it weren’t for the poor quality of the feed, he’d always want to know if she’s crying, because if so - he’d call her straight away to cheer her up…

…But he was aware that the call would be just like any other she’s got. Happy, cheerful, “worries-lacking”.

And that’s when he suddenly realized that she’s just like him. 

And that it’s not good to be like this.

–Kuro logged in–

Shiro: And that’s why showers are better than bathtubs.
Shiro: Are you even reading this…?

–Saerean logged off–

Shiro: O-okay… ;_;
Kuro: I prefer tubs to be honest, but
Kuro: Sisssterrr….
Kuro: I really don’t want to disturb you
Kuro: And your amazing conversation  (´• ω •`)
Kuro: But, honey
Shiro: awsedrftgyhuji

–Shiro logged off–

Kuro: ;_;
Kuro: Leave me some if it’s not too charred…
Kuro: …and don’t eat it if it is

–707 logged in–

Kuro: Hello there…  (*´▽`*)
707: Who’s this~
707: Is this~
707: Maybe~
707: The most wonderful~
707: The most adorable~
707: And the most tasty~
707: DONUT? ★
Kuro: …what did you just call me ;_;
Kuro: A donut…?
Kuro: …sounds nice lol
707: I know right!
Kuro: Why everyone is offline again? >.707: Probably because
707: It’s over the midnight lol
707: Jaehee probably works
707: Jumin probably sleeps
707: Zen probably practices his lines
707: Yoosung probably still plays LOLOL
707: Elly probably shines
707: Saeran probably went to sleep
707: And Shiro is probably trying to rescue the charred chicken

–Shiro logged in–

Kuro: Thank you ^^”
Shiro: will stalk u tomorrow
Shiro: just burned my fingers
Shiro: will hug u when i see u
Kuro: To the rescue… ;_;

–Kuro logged off–
–Shiro logged off–

Saeyoung blinked, staring at the screen. Everything happened too quickly for him to have a chance to react.

Happy birthday…?

He didn’t even know. While doing his research, he completely missed this information.

Wait, but… shouldn’t Kuro answer with “happy birthday to you too” or something like this? They were twins. T.W.I.N.S. It’s more than obvious that the birthday’s date is the same for the both of them.

He couldn’t know though.

They were probably busy with rescuing the chicken at the moment, so he waited for twenty minutes and dialed the number.

- Hello…?

- Hello, my brother’s soon-to-be-fiance!

- … Hi there, sucker.

- So mean…!

- It’s over the midnight, dammit! - Shiro cursed quietly. - Kuro is already sleeping, what do you want…?

- Well, I have… a very important question, to be honest! Mind answering me~?

- What’s it? - she sighed, her voice clearly bored.

- Tell me then, why is it your sister’s birthday, and not yours~?

There was a short silence.

- Oh, I guess you wouldn’t know. - He could almost see her shrugging. - Kuro and I were found in a forest. We’re adopted, you could say. In our passports, there’s the adoption’s date as our birthday, but we don’t know when we were actually born. So we chose the dates on our own, when we got older. Kuro chose the day when our parents gave her a cat she asked for so long. Mine is the day when I’ve seen an aurora for the first time. That’s the whole story.

Saeyoung hummed, thinking intensively.

- I see… 

- Is that all?

She almost hung up.

- N-nonono, wait! One more question.

- Come on, dude…

- What happened to her cat…?

Shiro sighed tiredly.

- He passed away last summer. He was old, of course. It was… well, tough for her. 

- I see… and, tell me, please-

And then Shiro finally hung up.

He almost dialed her number again, but realized that she’d probably not even pick it up. 

Well, he knew much enough.

–Saeran logged in–

Saeran: Saeyoung, you fucker
Saeran: What are you doing at this hour?
Saeran: Loud. As. Hell.
Saeran: …am I hearing a driller?
Saeran: I’m gonna strangle you.

–Saeran logged off–

- Sis? What are you doing at this hour? - Kuro peeked out of her room, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

Shiro cursed once more, throwing her phone onto the couch.

- Got a call. Sorry for waking you up.

Kuro shook her head and came closer.

- You didn’t, I couldn’t sleep anyway.

- Want some pills?

- I’d rather not. 

- Tea…?

- Nah. You should go to sleep though, you have kinda red eyes. 

- …It’s the lighting.

- Doubt so. You’ve been sticking to your phone for the whole day. Not too healthy~

- You won’t tell me what’s healthy, honey - Shiro mumbled and almost stumbled into her room, because sleeping was the best thing she could do now.

Kuro peeked at the phone, sitting on the couch and turning on the TV, instantly reducing the volume. The noise was still weirdly loud, as the rest of the apartment stayed completely silent. The sounds of the night city didn’t reach them on the thirteen floor.

The light of the TV screen was annoyingly bright and yet she felt surrounded by the darkness. The shadow behind her back, the open door to the kitchen and her room - obviously dark. The uneasy feeling grown in her as the movie ended and there were end credits on the black background, with quiet, kind of creepy music. 

She took the remote and turned it off. The silence calmed her down a little bit, but the darkness only got worse. She closed her eyes for a few minutes, hopeful that she would fall asleep on the couch, but it didn’t work.

The floor looked like an abyss and she sincerely hesitated before laying her foot on it.

She went to the window and opened it wide. The cold air filled the room, chills running down her spine as the wind messed with her hair. Now she could hear all the noises, the streets of the city filled with cars and moving lights as if it was the middle of a day. Brightness of the city contrasted with the black sky.

It was warmer than she though it’d be at this hour. The urge to take a walk was something definitely too strong to resist at this point. She’d only have to change, since pajamas aren’t the best choice. Going out in pajamas is never a good choice, let’s be honest.

In a few minutes she was ready, with casual trousers, a shirt and a blouse. She hid her hair under the hem of the blouse so that it wouldn’t get all messy because of the wind and opened the door to go outside…

…only to bang someone else’s head with her own.

She whined softly and wobbled from the sudden dizziness. She automatically held her forehead and backed away, a similar to hers whine reached her ears at the same moment.

She blinked and looked at the wall clock in the living room, making sure she didn’t make a mistake.

- … - She looked once more at the silhoulette she just banged (…I really didn’t mean it to sound like this). - Saeyoung… care to tell me, what are you doing here at one a.m…?

The boy panted, leaning against the door frame. It was obvious he was running all his way here.

- You’re… not asleep yet… Good - he mumbled out, trying to calm down his breath.

- … Why didn’t you go here by car?

He froze.

- I… forgot I have one - he admitted. - But more important, Kuro, why aren’t you asleep?! - he panicked suddenly.

- … - The girl stared at him. - You just said it’s good I’m not asleep! 

- It’s good for me, but it’s not good not for your health! And what’s up with going out at this hour! Someone could kidnap you!

- …

The scene was so surreal that she didn’t even know how to answer.

- E-er… - she stuttered. - Okay, so what are you doing here by the way…? - The despearte attempt to change the topic was obviously desperate.

Now Saeyoung was the one to stutter. It took her a while to notice a brown box he was keeping under his arm.

- O-oh! I almost forgot! E-er, it may not look the best right now, b-but… - He opened the box and took out a bit heavy thing that miraclously fitted the box. - I know you’ve already seen it, but it… for some reason kept breaking so I couldn’t give it to you, I eventually fixed it though, so… Happy birthday, Kuro!

The girl’s eyes widened at the view and she almost forgot how to breathe. She held the cat carefully in both of her hands, afraid of accidentally breaking or letting it fall to the floor.

- S-Saeyoung… Y-you… d-didn’t have to… - she stuttered out. 

- No, I didn’t - he agreed. - But I wanted to. Kuro… - He cleared his throat. - Thank you… for everything. If you ever feel down or just… need someone to talk to, I’m always here for you. It may be hard to just… come and talk, but… I promise I will always listen, so there’s nothing you should be worried about, okay?

He smiled warmly and gently kissed her forehead, his fingers tangled in her hair as the other hand wrapped around her waist, giving her a warm hug. 

- I’m not going to leave you, so just trust me, okay?

He hummed softly. 

The night was still young.

–Shiro logged in–

Shiro: I will kill him.
Shiro: I will kill her too.
Shiro: I will choke them both.
Saeran: It’s fuckin 2 am
Shiro: …You know you can turn off the notifications?
Saeran: …
Shiro: I ought to explain it later.
Shiro: Your brother just went into our flat
Shiro: took my sister
Shiro: and flied away
Shiro: leaving only the damn robotic cat
Saeran: …With a hammer?
Shiro: …
Shiro: Nevermind.
Shiro: Can anyone tell me
Shiro: why is my sister gone?
Shiro: Come on, aren’t you worried about your brother too?;;
Saeran: Not really
Saeran: He’s an adult lol
Saeran: Stop babysitting your sister -_-
Shiro: I stopped babysitting her once.
Shiro: and she almost got kidnapped by a sect -_-
Saeran: …
Shiro: Dammit, where are they?!

–707 logged in–

Shiro: YOU
707: ME
Shiro: ARE
707: awesome?
Shiro: DEAD
Saeran: seconded
707: Where is all that hate from?! T_T
707: She went with me on her own lol
707: lolololol
707: … it’s possible tho 
707: The poor Kuro was seduced by a nameless hacker

–Kuro logged in–

Kuro: Stop it ;_;
Kuro: I am!
Shiro: KICK
Saeran: kick seconded
707: T_T
707: What did I do to deserve all this hate…
707: I was so good to the all of you…
707: And yet…
707: Like Messiah lol
Kuro: Hey, Messiah, get out of my side;;
Kuro: You were supposed to have only HALF of this bed
Shiro: yihoisafp
Shiro: BED?!!!!!!!!!!!
707: My half is relatively smaller though TT
707: Hey;;;;;
707: Stop kicking me;;;;;;;
Saeran: Are they really chatting while laying next to each other…?
Saeran: Are you a chaperone? lol
Shiro: I guess I should hire one -_-
Kuro: :3
Shiro: Why are you smiling now…?
707: She kicked me off the bed T_T
Shiro: LOL
Saeran: lol
Saeran: Wait…
Saeran: You haven’t come back and you’re not with Shiro
Saeran: Where the hell are you…?
707: In a hotel!
707: It’s super duper nice and cozy
Saeran: …and you… share the bed…?

–Shiro logged off–

707: …
Saeran: I have an advise for you.
Saeran: Run for your life before she finds you.
707: T_T
Kuro: She won’t tho~
707: …probably not
707: We’re too far lol
Saeran: I wouldn’t be surprised if she put a gps in Kuro’s bra
Kuro: …
707: Oh my dear Donut!
707: It seems that 
707: I need to check whether there’s the gps or not!
707: Just wait for it!
707: I will make sure you’re safe!
Kuro: vtufghgiynuom
Kuro: yugimhuo
Kuro: vtbp

–Shiro logged in–

Shiro: …
Saeran: Where have you been lol
Shiro: I called Vanderwood 
Saeran: lol and?
Shiro: There’s gps in Saeyoung’s phone lol
Saeran: heh
Saeran: you could have just asked me
Saeran: I could even hack into his phone and find him
Shiro: Would you do it for me? lol
Saeran: Who knows

–Kuro logged off–
–707 logged off–

Shiro: …
Saeran: Chill out
Saeran: It’s not like they’re THAT irresponsible right?
Shiro: … T_T
Saeran: Go to sleep, it’s late
Shiro: I won’t fall asleep like this T_T
Saeran: There, there
Saeran: lol
Saeran: Just trust them a bit
Saeran: Good night
Saeran: …or something

–Saeran logged off–

Shiro: Siiiiiiigggghhhhh;;
Shiro: ..no choice then
Shiro: no CHOIce
Shiro: lol
Shiro: When you’re reading this, it’s probably late af so…
Shiro: Sleep well, my lil sister.

anonymous asked:

Okay so I have this request: Warren having nightmares due to everything with Apocalypse and his cage fighting history, and whenever he does, his wings spread out and start flailing and stuff. The reader has to wake him up, and he's upset because he's scared he might hurt her, but she just comforts him because he's her angel and just lots of fluff.

I’m so sorry this took me so long to do!!!! I hope it’s okay!!!

Warrens dreams were filled with pain, copious amounts of it.
The wails and screams of mutants as he slammed them down, the sharp bone on his wing stabbing or slicing through skin, just doing what he had to do to survive.
The sharp pain of a fist slamming into his nose and then into his throat in the cage, the burning of his wings against the electric cage he was in.
The breaking, scorching, raw pain of his wings being broken and ripped out of his skin by Apocalypse, metal being shoved in its place.
The air being crushed out of him as the plane crashed with him in, being stuck under the wreckage, agonizing and violent, nearly killing him.
The scrapping of metal against bone as Erik removed the horrid metal wings from him, forcing the metal through his skin and tearing them off completely so he could heal.

He dreamt about it all.
Not all the time, anymore. Not like he used to. Waking up every night at 3 a.m. to sharp pains in his back just from the memory of it all, his wings twitching and spasming. It was like his own mind was teasing him and poking fun at him for not being able to control the way he felt at the time, for not being able to forget the pain he endured.
He’d still get the dreams, sometimes, and when he did he had to wake himself up from them and hope he hadn’t woken you up, you were the one that made him feel happy again, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
Tonight, though, he didn’t.

Instead he woke up to the sound of your scream, followed by a thud and an ‘oof’.

“Baby?” He grumbled, sitting up, his wing flicking out and puffing up, white feathers falling off onto the bed.

“Warren are you okay?” Your head popped up from the side of the bed, clearly shaken up.

“I think I should be the one asking you that question as you are literally on the ground.” He said, reaching over to grab your hand and pull you back on the bed, pulling you into his arms. “Why were you on the floor?”

“You were flapping your wings in your sleep and you sounded like you were having a bad dream, are you okay?” You laid your hand on his cheek, his forehead touching yours.

“I’m fine, it was just a dream.” He said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, only for a wing to spasm and for you to sit up.

“What happened? Do you think talking about it will make you feel better?” You asked, smiling gently as his hands slid into your own, fingers intertwining.

He sat up, pulling you in his lap, nuzzling his face in your neck to hear you giggle as he said “Talking about it will probably make me feel weak.”

“How can you, Warren Ken-”

He cut you off and glared playfully, “Don’t you dare say my middle name.”

“-neth Worthington iii, feel weak?” You continued, laughing as he groaned.

“You know I hate when you say it!” He grumbled as you laughed, and he sighed “Anyone can feel weak, no matter the size of their muscles, you know.”

“I know that, of course I know that. I’ve watched Hank cry over a puppy dog while he was in beast mode.” You said, smiling when he chuckled “Will you tell me what happened?”

“It was about when I was in the cage, and Apocalypse, and the expressions on people’s faces when I attacked them, sometimes killed them, and when Magneto took out the metal wings, and just the pain.” He sighed, burying his face in your neck “What if I hurt you? I’ve hurt countless people, killed half as many, sometimes they didn’t even deserve it.”

“Warren, the people you hurt when you were in the cage, Warren that wasn’t your fault. It was kill or be killed.” You said, running your hand through his hair “You won’t hurt me, you know that.”

“I’m so afraid I’m gonna destroy the best thing that has every happened to me.” He whispered, his wings twitching when you pressed your hand between them “Mmm don’t do that, it feels too good.”

“Warren, there’s more possibility of me hurting you than there is of you hurting me, I promise.” You said, picking his head out of your neck so you could look at him “And besides, you’ve got to have a little pain sometimes.”

His eyebrow raised, “Oh yeah?”

“Oh shut up, I didn’t mean it that way.” You laughed, kissing the burn mark on his shoulder.

“I love you, you know.” He whispered, smiling gently, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, angel.” You whispered, kissing his jaw, “My angel.”

He pressed his lips against yours “Your angel, indeed.”

“God I’m so in love with you.”

boyfriend!woozi: first fight

- mingyu was giving you a piggyback ride and y’all were parading around the practice rooms singing dumb nursery rhymes at the top of ur lungs
- and woozi was already having a bad enough day as it was but seeing you with mingyu just set him off
- he came to find you because he knew spending time with you would uplift his mood at least a little but no, you were with mingyu
- and he felt as if you were neglecting him at a time he really needed you
- so when mingyu finally put you down, woozi growled out a “we’re leaving now.” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the room,,,
- and it was the first time he had ever been rough when touching you.
- he dragged you to the company parking lot, tightening his grip as you neared the location of his parked car, and practically shoved you into the passenger seat
- woozi always listens to his cds in the car, or at least the radio, but the car ride was absolutely silent; all you could hear was his heavy breathing
- before you knew it, you were parked in front of ur apartment building
- woozi just leaned his forehead on the steering wheel, sighed, and ran his hand through his hair, his fringe messing up as a result
- at this point, you still didn’t really know why he was acting the way he was, so–
- you: um, jihoon? are you ok..?
- him: god why are you so dense, of cOURSe i’m not okay.
- you were a little hurt but you let it slide bc “it’s probably just the stress from work getting to him”
- you: do you wanna talk about it?
- him: if i wanted to talk about it, i wouldn’t go to you because we don’t seem to go to each other for things anymore.
- you: wait what are you talking about…
- him: yOU SPEND SO MUCH tIMe with the other members that sometimes i wonder why you’re dating me and not one of them
- you: hold on, is this about today? about me hanging out with mingyu??
- him: “hanging out”… ha ha ok whatever makes u feel better
- you: woozi, mingyu is someone im very close to so of course we’re going to—
- him: well if you like mingyu so much then why don’t you go date him instead??
- that comment honestly just felt like a stab in the chest to you bc… how could he ever think…? how could he ever doubt the love you have for him? ?
- you flung open the car door and sprinted to your apartment building as quickly as humanly possible, before woozi even realised what he said and what impact those words would have had on you
- but when he finally did realise, it was too late
- and he began to beat himself up about it
- “how could you ever say something like that to them? even if you were having a bad day, you had no right to say that to the loVE OF UR LIFE.”
- he had to go to coups to ask for help, and woozi hATES asking for help
- coups was just like… you fucked up. bad. you need to go apologise right now. go. now.
- and woozi was fREAKiNg OUT, he had all these thoughts that you were gonna break up with him, you were never gonna speak to him again, you were going to go date mingyu instead like he told u to ….
- anyway so it was like freaking 2AM or something and he rocked up at ur apartment with his guitar and a handwritten letter that was three pages long, and started to give himself a pep talk to get all ready to serenade u with a mushy song he wrote bc he’d rather lose his pride than lose you
- but when he knocked on the door and got no answer after 15 mins… he fell to his knees and finally realised just how badly he screwed up
- idk why the possibility of u being asleep never crossed his mind but anyway
- he just leaned his head on your door and kept whispering ur name…
- and the the door swung open
- and he was like wtf
- “they didn’t lock, let alone close, the door?? man, how irresponsible can they get”
- he went in though and found you lying in bed,,, with tear streaked cheeks
- and his heart broke into two bc he knew that it was him that caused you to be like this
- he climbed into bed next to you even though he kNEW he shouldn’t have but in that moment he just needed to be close to u
- swept the hair out of ur face and stroked ur cheeks, wiping away your tears
- you unconsciously inched closer to him in ur sleep and he just thought… i really don’t deserve you
- so he went and slept on your couch lol
- the next morning you wake up and feel all gross bc ur hair’s all messed up and ur face is all sticky from dried tears and it’s just ew,,,
- “wait a sec. is that jihoon’s guitar?? what the heck, did he come during the night ???”
- so you go and investigate in ur apartment and u almost get a heart attack bc hES ON UR COUCH HOW DID HE GET IN
- he’s clutching a piece of paper and ur like jihoon… what even- are you writing lyrics in ur sleep??
- you read it and it says, “dear y/n, you know how bad i am with words so i decided to write down my thoughts instead of straight out saying them to you…”
- before you start to read any further, he murmurs your name in his half conscious state
- “y/n, i’m so sorry… forgive me.. please, you’re my everything”
- this is unfair he’s even cuter in his sleep
- you wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze tight, before kissing his cheek and snuggling into his chest
- “it’s okay, i would never leave you for mingyu”
- he pulls you in closer and you both fall asleep in each others arms on ur little apartment couch

a hella long list of random lyric sentence starters
  • "I'm insecure and I care what people think."
  • "We're stressed out."
  • "Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days."
  • "Wake up, you need to make money."
  • "You used to make me feel like I could walk on water."
  • "You're the reason why I can't listen to the same songs I used to."
  • "I write songs about you all the time."
  • "I bet I don't run through your mind."
  • "I've given up on you.
  • "It still hurts to know you're not alone."
  • "Lately, my dog's the only one around that listens to my problems."
  • "It's been a lonely year."
  • "I'm just happy being with you."
  • "Quietly, quietly, the two of us are entangled."
  • "You don't realize the way I am."
  • "This silent love leaves a silent scar."
  • "I don't feel anything when I look at your face."
  • "That's nothing compared to what I had done in the past."
  • "Wild horses couldn't drag me away."
  • "You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress."
  • "Please remember me, fondly."
  • "We'll meet again."
  • "Fuck the man."
  • "I heard from someone you're still pretty."
  • "And when the morning came I was ashamed. Only now it seems so silly."
  • "Never meant to last."
  • "An angel kissin' on a sinner."
  • "Girls like girls like boys do."
  • "Always gonna steal your thunder."
  • "Imma take your girl out."
  • "Don't tell me what I feel."
  • "Kissed your girls and made you cry, boys."
  • "Tell me if you feel it, too."
  • "Hello there, the angel from my nightmare."
  • "We can live like Jack and Sally if we want."
  • "I would ask for advice, but I just do what I like."
  • "You're a waste of my time."
  • "I smoke cause I'm stressed. I try to get high, but it gets me depressed."
  • "I've fallen for her, more than once."
  • "My daddy is dead, I've got no man to follow."
  • "And I know that I'm shallow, but why shouldn't I be?"
  • "I don't want any trouble, it just chooses to find me."
  • "I've been thinkin' about fallin' in love."
  • "I've been thinkin' about you."
  • "I’m afraid somebody else might take my place."
  • "All my friends always lie to me."
  • "You’re too mean, I don’t like you."
  • "Fuck you anyway."
  • "You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs."
  • "You make me wanna die."
  • "Keep on dreaming, don’t stop breathing, fight those demons."
  • "I got a hunger and it won't go away."
  • "I want it all to remind me of the first time."
  • "I think I like you, but it's complicated."
  • "It's always better when we're together."
  • "You look so pretty sleeping next to me."
  • "I belong with no one."
  • "You belong with me."
  • "Run off to school like a good drama queen."
  • "Do you care where you're going, or know where you've been?"
  • "Our faith is placed in second chances."
  • "You're the star of the story you don't care about."
  • "Just a little girl in a bigger world turning upside-down."
  • "You keep it all inside so that nobody knows."
  • "All these boys are thirsty for your outsides."
  • "You never care to ever let the right ones in."
  • "Baby, I'll carry you all the way home."
  • "I just wanna love you, dear."
  • "I understand you, just take my hand."
  • "I found God. I found him in a lover."
  • "He's off to pay his crimes and he's got no time for mine."
  • "It's tearing me apart."
  • "It's ruining everything."
  • "Were you lying all the time?"
  • "Was it just a game to you?"
  • "You know I'm such a fool for you."
  • "You got me wrapped around your finger."
  • "I thought the world of you."
  • "I thought nothing could go wrong, but I was wrong."
  • "It was always me and you."
  • "This body is yours."
  • "Your mess is mine."
  • "Luck be on my side tonight."
  • "You're the reason that I feel so strong."
  • "You still make sense to me."
  • "Boy, look the other way."
  • "That's not the way that friends behave."
  • "I always knew that I would love you from afar."
  • "She's got darling hazel eyes."
  • "It shouldn't come as a surprise."
  • "Why do you go wasting your time on me?"
  • "I'm eager to please."
  • "I'm scared that you’re gonna slip away."
  • "I don’t think she knows how she changed all my plans."
  • "You act like you don't know me."
  • "My god, you tempt my anxious mind."
  • "We are bitter losers, snarling through our smiles."
  • "We are wild."
  • "We’re fucked, but we say that we’re fine."
  • "We long for journeys and the roadside."
  • "Every little thing made me miss you more."
  • "I'm just trying to make a getaway to you, and I'd have gone a thousand miles more."
  • "And I looked at you, you were so damn cute."
  • "I know you're thinking of me."
  • "You're everything that I hoped for."
  • "I'm all the shit that you go for."
  • "Stop kidding yourself now."
  • "I never found a way to let you know."
  • "I also never found a way to let you go."
  • "Right now I’m feeling rough."
  • "Come settle in with me."
  • "I will not open myself up this way again."
  • "Feels like I don't know you."
  • "I've strayed from who it was that you knew."
  • "You were trying to make it work."
  • "You were sleeping in my shirt
  • "Sometimes things don't come full circle."
  • "I was hoping that you cared."
  • "I was distant, I was scared."
  • "There's no way to go back now."
  • "Just love me when you can."
  • "I'll wait patiently."
  • "I'll wake up every day just hoping that you still care."
  • "Surely even I deserve the best."
  • Just when I believe you've changed for good, you go and prove me wrong just like I knew you would."
  • "When I run out of second chances, you give me that look
  • and you're off the hook."
  • "Oh, what am I still doing here?"
  • "It ain't right to just love me when you can."
  • "Slow down, you are out of control."
  • "One of us is right, and one of us is wrong."
  • "It could be so easy if it didn't feel so wrong."
  • "What if I was younger?"
  • "I never should have asked, it was a long time ago."
  • "There's things I wish I knew."
  • "We're a million miles away."
  • "With you, my dear, I'm safe."
  • "You will be gone and I won't see you anymore."
  • "You left my love on the line and said that you were leaving."
  • "I saw you in the arms of someone else."
  • "I cry myself to sleep and you thought I was happy."
  • "I was lonely, had nowhere to go."
  • "I heard that you moved on."
  • "Everything has changed."
  • "Sometimes you've got to bleed to know that you're alive."
  • "The songs on the radio are okay, but my taste in music is your face."
  • "You fell asleep in my car, I drove the whole time."
  • "I heard you were lying about how brave you are.
  • "I heard you were still trying to get back to the start."
  • "I'm gonna miss you."
  • "Gonna miss you, girl, and all of the things we could've done."
  • "I move so fast, how could you be with me?"
  • "I wish you well. All the best."
  • "I spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?"
  • "We were sixteen, maybe less, maybe a little more."
  • "I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell."
  • "Time has bridled us both, but I remember you, too."
  • "You confuse me with your riddles and your sudden generosity."
  • "You really shouldn't get this fucked up."
  • "I'm tired of being careful."
  • "Let me under your skin."
  • "Why do I always spill?"
  • "God, I wish I never spoke."
  • "Think I got myself in trouble."
  • "Should've never said the word 'love.'"
  • "I'm sick of all the games I have to play."
  • "I've got your picture, she's got you."
  • "Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces."
  • "Everyone thinks that we're perfect."
  • "Go back to being plastic."
  • "Smile for the picture."
  • "We were too wasted to close the window."
  • "Do you want it? Do you want me?"
  • "You are where I want to be."
  • "I can drive."
  • "Who is she?"
  • "I used to know know to leave the boy behind without having to watch him go."
  • "Going on, my first impression, I recall you wearing white."
  • "There was something sweet in the air, babe, that summer night."
  • "There will always be another time for us to fall in love."
  • "The first times always cut the deepest."
  • "She is something to behold, elegant and bold."
  • "I could easily lose my mind."
  • "The way you kiss me will work each time."
  • "Eyes, innocent and wild, remind me what it's like."
  • "Pulling me back into the flames and I'm burning up again."
  • "I never understood what was at stake."
  • "Well now you've come and gone, I finally worked it out."
  • "I never should have told you."
  • "I never should have let you see inside."
  • "Don't want it troubling your mind. Won't you let it be?"
  • "You cool me down."
  • "Do you love me now?"
  • "I'm not so used to doubt."
  • "Light me up a cigarette and put it in my mouth."
  • "You're the only one that wants me around."
  • "I don't believe in you and I."
  • "I'm not yours anymore."
  • "You're always leaving me behind."
  • "I feel like a fool."
  • "I ain't got nothing left to give."
  • "You are mine, I am yours. Lets not fuck around."
  • "You are the only one."
  • "Yours is the first face that I saw."
  • "I realize that I need you and I wondered if I could come home."
  • "Remember the time you drove all night, just to meet me in the morning."
  • "I thought it was strange, you said everything changed, you felt as if you'd just woke up."
  • "I'm glad I didn't die before I met you."
  • "I don't care, I could go anywhere with you and I'd probably be happy."
  • "Maybe this time is different."
  • "I mean, I really think you like me."
  • "You pull away so easily."
  • "I'm only there so that you're not alone."
  • "So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk."
  • "I want a lover I don't have to love."
  • "I'll meet up with the band in the morning."
  • "Love's an excuse to get hurt."
  • "We both go together if one falls down."
  • "I talk out loud like you're still around."
  • "Do I let her sleep or should I wake her up?"
  • "We were lovers in a past life."
  • "I'll make you mine, time after time."
  • "We can keep in touch if that's what you want."
  • "You say I don't have the time for you, but I do."
  • "I am what you need when you can't find it somewhere else."
  • "I am what you want when you don't have anything else."
  • "I came here with a load and it feels so much lighter now I met you."
  • "Honey, you should know that I could never go on without you."
  • "You're the one that I wanted to find."
  • "Anyone who tried to deny you must be out of their mind."
  • "I know it's too late."
  • "I should have given you a reason to stay."
  • "We're not the same, dear, as we used to be."
  • "There was little we could say, and even less that we could do."
  • "Nothing was left for you and me."
  • "Someday you will be loved."
  • "I cannot pretend that I felt any regret."
  • "The memories of me will seem more like bad dreams."
  • "I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet."
  • "You told her that you loved her, but you don't."
  • "She was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me."
  • "I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking as we moved together in the dark."
  • "All I see are dark grey clouds in the distance moving closer with every hour."
  • "Was something wrong?"
  • "You're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now."
  • "No, we can't talk about it now."
  • "One last touch and then you'll go, and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more."
  • "It was vile, and it was cheap."
  • "You are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me."
silent night

Written for the @tmntflashfic December prompt ‘festive.’ Uhh… it takes place during the holiday season? So it counts?? 

Part of the Give Up the Ghost AU.

Mikey wakes up slowly, to a string of colorful Christmas lights and his brother’s scared brown eyes.

“Donnie?” He tries to sit up, but his body doesn’t seem to agree with the idea. There’s a dull, throbbing ache all down his left side, sharp spikes of pain lacing through him as he starts to move, and he winces. “Donnie, what – ”

The room is fuzzy and dim – it must be nighttime – and there’s faint music playing from somewhere else. Mikey’s head tips to one side, and he gets an eyeful of sterile white walls and tile floors and a heavy blue separation curtain.

“The hospital?” he mumbles, trying to put it together. “But why’m I – Donnie?”

It takes more effort than he’s willing to admit, to roll his head back to the other side. Donnie is perched in the armchair next to the bed, pale and wide-eyed, and his hand on Mikey’s arm is so light Mikey can’t even feel it.

“Did I miss Christmas?” he asks, and falls asleep again before he gets an answer.

The next time he wakes up, daylight is streaming through the blinds at the window next to his bed, and Raph is sitting in Donnie’s chair. His elbows are on his knees, face buried in his hands, and Mikey croaks, “Raphie?”

The effect is instantaneous. Raph’s head snaps up like someone shot him, and he looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks.

“Oh my god,” he says eloquently, lurching out of the chair and grabbing Mikey’s arm in hands that hurt. If it were anyone else, that wet sheen in his eyes would have looked like tears, but Mikey knows better. It’s Raph. “Mikey? Can you hear me?”

“Uh-huh,” Mikey says, squinting at him. “You look tired.”

Raph makes a painful-sounding noise, one that sounds like it was torn out of his throat, and in the space of a blink Mikey finds himself hauled carefully upright and cradled against Raph’s solid chest. Raph isn’t generally big on hugs, and Mikey knows better than to miss the opportunity. His arms around Raph’s waist seem to take whole pounds of tension off the older man’s shoulders, and Mikey blinks a few times against his worn-soft cotton sweater.

“S'goin’ on, Raph? Where’s Donnie?”

A dark shadow crosses his friend’s face, and Mikey startles a little. He’s seen shadows like that before, and they have no place in Raph’s bright eyes. Unease coils sickly in the pit of his stomach, and he leans away.


“Let me get the nurse,” Raph says, reaching for the call button. He’s not making eye contact anymore, his mouth pressed into a thin line. “You’ve been out for three days, kid. Scared the hell out of us.”

Mikey looks past Raph to scan the rest of the room, trying to locate where his big brother is lurking. His body hurts with gusto, and the haze in his head is clearing—everything is gaining in quality, like he’s driving toward a radio signal instead of farther away—and the heart rate monitor next to his bed starts to beep faster, giving his frazzled nerves away.

“Where’s Donnie?” he asks again, more firmly this time.

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