im so sorry im laughing way too hard at this rn

steve & his gf’s wisdom teeth removal - headcanons

this dope ass idea was requested by @greasers-with-glitter - thank u & i hope u like them!! anything for ma boy steve.

  • for the first 5 minutes after surgery, you’re so quiet, like you’re not even talking 
    • “IS SHE OK”
    • “WHA T  HAPPEN D
  • and then u fucking lose it ???
    • “steve, she’s on laughing gas. it might last for a while.”
    • and then u can see the tension leave his face while a lil mischevious smirk sets in and he’s just like
    • “oh.”
    • ;)
  • he totally just wants to mess around w u now
    • “WHAT. IS. MY. NAME.”
    • “stheebe”
    • and he’s being an ASS SO HE CAN HEAR U FUCK HIS NAME UP AGAIN
    • but after a while it gets annoying lmao
    • like in the car on the ride back home, he’ll be driving and you’ll be like
    • & you’ll have him glance ur way while he drIVES & stick the middle finger all up in his face
  • u stick ur head out the window while he’s driving and he is conceRned
    • u open ur mouth while ur out the window (??) and one of the gauze things flY OUT
    • “IT FELL OUT”
  • but when u get ur head back inside, u yawn cause now you’re tired for some reason ???
    • “AH”
  • you’re sporadically falling asleep
    • like even in the middle of you talking
    • aaaand ur sleeping
  • steve brings u to the Curtis house bc he cant do this by himself
    • ^^ *voice crack*
  • except the gang really isnt of much help cause they all wanna do is mess with u
    • “Y/N THE FUZZ IS CHASING aFTER U” (dally)
    • “dallY NO” (steve)
    • “i swEAR IM INNOCENT” (u)
    • “BUT THE BLOOD” (dally)
    • cue the waterworks!!
  • soda & two are trying way too hard not to laugh
    • but two is deadass walking off into the kitchen cackling LIKE A FUCKING WITCH
  • johnny, pony and steve are the only ones concerned for u, like they’re trying to help u stop crying
    • johnny and pony got u tissues and steve got u ice cream but u start crying more
    • “why cant you eat the ice cream????” (my man is stressed rn)
  • steve is so spent lmfao he needs a nap
Oh, He's Cute (Evan Hansen x Female!Reader)

A/N: hey y'all this is my very first Dear Evan Hansen fanfic so that means this is gonna be extremely out of character so please forgive me!!! Also I wrote this in like two hours so it’s gonna suck srryyy

Warnings: female!reader, fluffy, extremely ooc, swearing, mentions of death, no proof reading aaannnd i think that’s it!!

Summary: you and Evan take pictures of each other thinking neither of you will notice but uh-oh! y'all notice!!


Swamped. You were completely swamped. The first week of school had just ended and you were practically drowning in assignments from each class. As every student says at the beginning of the year, you promised to study, not procrastinate, and participate in all the school activities.

And here you were, sitting in a booth at a local coffee shop with all your textbooks sprawled across the table. Eyes blankly stared at the textbooks, fingers softly tapped the table, ears intently listening to the soft jazz music coming from the speakers. Thirty minutes into the study session and you were more focused on anything that wasn’t your textbooks; It was hopeless.

Convincing yourself that you deserved a “day off” after a long week of school, you whipped out your phone and mindlessly scrolled through all your social media accounts.

A soft jingle came from the door, alerting that a new customer walked in. You instinctively whipped your head to see a boy with a striped blue shirt and khaki pants make his way to the booth horizontally across from you. He placed his backpack on the side and took out the few textbooks he had. While he was doing this you were able to see his face. Oh, he was cute. Really cute. You soon found yourself making eye contact with the boy.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ You thought to yourself, turning back to your phone and quickly you sent a message to your close friend Alana.

Y/N: cute boy @ coffee shop….. i wanna die

Alana👯: Who is he? Do I know him? What celebrity does he look like? Describe him!

Alana👯: Actually, just send a picture. That’s so much easier.

Y/N: what?! NO!!! remember that one time at old navy when i saw that employee that looked like orlando bloom??? and he totally caught me taking a picture of him???? and i died because i was so embarrassed??? im not doing that again!!!

Alana👯: Then I’ll just go over there and introduce you and myself.

Oh, no. She wasn’t bluffing. You know Alana wouldn’t hesitate to come here right now and introduce herself. Nervously biting your lip, you had a full discussion with yourself if you should take the picture or not.

Y/N: …..

Y/N: nvm ill send the pic rn

Alana👯: Excellent!

You hesitated before clicking on the camera app, getting ready to quickly snap the picture.


The first thing Evan noticed when he walked into the coffee shop was the girl at the booth who was hunched over her phone. He had never seen her before and it made him uncomfortable to know that this single person could disrupt the routine he was used to.

Evan always felt that everyone stared at him so it was no surprise that he thought he could feel her gaze on him.

The anxious boy, set the back pack aside and took out his books. He swiftly looked up to find the girl blankly staring at him with doe-like eyes. Oh, she was cute. Really cute.

Evan felt his cheeks heat up and he quickly opened his book to hide his face. Finding it hard to concentrate, he took out his phone and texted his ‘Family Friend’.

Evan: ohmygoshtheresareallycutegirlhereandwemadeeyecontactandwhatdoido

Jared🤓: who is she? she hot? give her my number

Evan: no I don’t know her… but oh my gosh she’s beautiful

Evan: and i am not going to give her your number

Jared🤓: pics or it didn’t happen

Evan: what! i can’t just do that!! that’s really creepy!!!


Jared🤓: pics. or. it. didn’t. happen.

Evan: okay fine!

Evan tried to control his heartbeat as he found himself opening the camera app on his phone. ‘Okay, you can do this. Just take the picture and go,’ He closed his eyes and took deep breaths.

He pointed the camera at you and let out a short gasp when he saw you point the camera at him. Evan didn’t bother with taking the picture, he hurriedly began packing his things and made his made out.


'Okay, fuck it! Let’s do it!’ You encouraged yourself, even though you were absolutely terrified.

Without looking at the screen, you quickly pointed the camera towards him. Deeming it was time to snap the picture, you looked at the screen and your face instantly grew red. He was looking right at the camera and pointing his phone at you!

You didn’t even bother to think twice before taking all the books on your table and making your way out. 'He thinks I’m a creep. He’s gonna tell everybody what happened. He thinks I’m a stalker. He’s gONNA GO TO THE POLICE AND TELL THEM IM SOME PREDATOR. HE’S GONNA-’ Before your brain could self destruct, you collided into someone, knocking one of the books out your hands.

Too embarrassed to even look up, you quickly bent down to reach it. It seemed the other person decided to pick it up to and the both of you bumped heads. It was him. Holy shit.

“Oh my gosh,” A shaky response escaped from you as you grabbed the book and you both stood up, “I’m so sorry I didn’t see where I was going and-”

“N-No it’s totally my fault.” The boy did everything in his power to not look at you. But that didn’t stop you from noticing the heavy blush that adorned his cheeks.

“Listen, I’m really sorry,” You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “A-about what I did.”

The boy fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, laughing nervously, “What are you talking about? I don’t know what you’re talking about? Why would I know what you’re talking about? Um, I’m sorry-”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t see me take a picture of you. I just wanna explain that I saw you walk in andIthoughtyouwerecute and I wanted to show you to my friend and she told me take a picture but I didn’t even wanna do that because that is so weird and ohmygosh I’m rambling and basically I just don’t want you to think I’m some stalker.” Did you just tell him he was cute? Oh god how embarrassing! Should you just drop dead now? Or run away?

If possible, the boy’s cheeks became even redder as he smiled slightly, “You think I’m cute? Oh my god. I think you’re cute. Wait- I didn’t- I shouldn’t have- Why would I- My friend…wanted me to take a picture of you too.”

A nervous giggle escaped your lips, “Uh, I’m Y/N.”

The boy finally looked up to meet your eyes, “Evan.”

“Evan,” You nodded and smiled. A cute name to match a cute boy.

A buzz came from your phone alerting you that Alana sent another text.

Alana👯: So? Where’s the picture?

Alana👯: You didn’t die of embarrassment did you?

“Evan? Is it okay if we take a picture? So my friend stops bugging me?” You asked, hoping he would be fine with that.

“No- I mean yes- I mean it’s completely fine.”

You chuckled taking out your phone and flipped the camera to “selfie mode”. The two of you came closer together; Evan gave the camera a shy smile while you opted for a toothy smile. The both of you looked at the picture and Evan couldn’t help but feel giddy at how you two looked like a couple. Content with the picture you sent it to Alana.

“Is it, uh, is it okay if you can send me that picture? To send to my friend?” Evan softly asked, “I mean! You don’t have to if you don’t want to!”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll send it to you!” You smiled widely, as you handed him your phone.

Once he was done inputting his number, you sent the picture and when he received it he couldn’t help but smile, “Thank you, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome! Well, I… should really get going. I’ll see you around, Evan.” You waved at him as you began to get into your car.

“Yeah, uh, definitely! Goodbye, Y/N.” Evan waved before heading back inside the shop.

Before you had driven off, you checked your phone one last time.

Alana👯: Oh. My. God.

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Manga Character! Jihoon [3]

A/N: well well HELLOO it’s been a good while since I’ve continued me series for manga jihoon and i’ve been wanting to write and continue it but school has got me wrapped around their finger with all these tests smh. 


i want to thank my friend who gave me an idea about a certain part of this chapter [can i call it a chapter? LMAO] but yeah! I hope yall enjoy it because i’m planning on ending it in like 1 or 2 parts! 


  • “jihoon what is all this ramen, eggs, and toast for”
  • “Y/N i’m just thanking you for not kicking me out these past two weeks.” 
  • “by giving me food we’ve been having for quite a while now?”
  • you pause and sit down in front of all the food at the table before giving a smile towards Jihoon,
  • “you know me too well.”
  •  he laughs before you both start digging into the food laid in front of you.
  • “so did you find the magic to getting back into your manga? I don’t want you to-”
  •  you look up to see that Jihoon has disappeared from his seat 
  • so you just shrug and carry on eating 
  • but after that it seems like Jihoon is always and I mean ALWAYS disappearing once you mention the manga. 
  • like one time at school you were literally eating lunch with him and the convo went like this 
  • “so jihoon I keep on trying to ask but-”
  • “oops sorry gotta go i have bad constipation right now” 
  • so he like zooms away from your lunch spot and just leaves you in confusion. 
  • so one day you decide you are going to TRAP HIM 
  • not like tie him up but like 
  • so the night you decide to make him talk, you make a bunch of food. like we’re talking ramen with eggs in it OH YES 
  • so Jihoon comes back from taking a shower and holy heck your mind suddenly had forgotten the mission because he looks so good with wet hair and him drying his hair with his towel 
  • he just looks at you like 
  • “special occasion?”
  • and you’re just like 
  • “OFC I gotta celebrate you taking a shower and stuff.” 
  • to which he gives you the biggest stank face ever but sits down and starts eating.
  • you take this as the PRIME opportunity and go up to the dining room and close the door (ok lets pretend theres a door yall) 
  • “You have been avoiding this and i AINT LETTING YOU BRUSH IT OVER AGAIN” 
  • Jihoon looks like he’s in actual fear which makes you feel a bit bad 
  • “Ok no I’m not gonna do anything to you, I just wanted to know if you found anything on how to get back inside your manga.” 
  • He gives out a loud sigh and shakes his head. 
  • “I tried but since you know, everyone here doesn’t believe that someone could magically pop out of a manga book there was nothing.” 
  • you just laugh a little and shrug before you go back to your seat. 
  • “Well maybe i could help you! Everyone is probably worrying about you by now, you can’t miss that concert!” 
  • jihoon just gave you a slight smile while just shrugging and going back to eat his food. 
  • “i mean if you want to.”
  • after that you two don’t really talk about him trying to go back to the manga but start becoming super close. 
  • like these are some of the interactions yall will have 
  • those late night talks when you guys don’t wanna do homework that’s due the next day:
  • “y/n?”
  • “yeah whats up jihoon?” 
  • “do you ever think that you’re living such a great life but you feel like it’s a dream?”
  • “wow that’s deep jihoon, why the sudden thought?”
  • he just shrugs and doodles on his paper.
  • “i have those thoughts sometimes. this place is really nice.”
  • “you really like eating ramen and eggs almost every day?”
  • “i’ve just been here for so long that it feels like i belong here.”
  • “um, you’ve only been here for two and a half weeks?”
  • and jihoon suddenly has a face that says “oh shit” so you’re like “oh shit i made it awkward gotta change the subject.”
  • “ anyways i would think that you would wanna go back, you’re literally doing my dream job.”
  • he kind of gives you a surprise look after that and you just shrug,
  • “i wanted to be a singer but my parents crushed it so i’m just hardcore studying to become a teacher now.” 
  • “wow i’m sorry about that.”
  • “it’s okay I mean i guess suffering over confusing problems in math is okay too.” 
  • you both laugh and just continue working on your homework. 
  • ANOTHER INSTANCE [yall are trying to cook] [also im continuing from this point on LMAO]
  • “so jihoon i’m thinking we should make brownies today.”
  • you walk into the living room and see jihoon sprawled out across the couch, watching the latest episode of School 2017
  • “no way-”
  • you push jihoon a little so that you could get a spot to sit on on the couch 
  • “I can’t believe that you would try and watch this without me.”
  • you reach for the controller before pressing the record button and turning off the TV
  • “UH Y/N?! It was at such an intense part!” 
  • “look, I think we should make brownies because 1. My stomach is not craving food but like brownies just brownies and 2. we should try to expand our cooking knowledge!”
  • “expand it by making brownies?”
  • “i don’t make the decisions, my stomach does.”
  • you both end up somehow making a huge mess while trying to make the brownies, 
  • “jihoon I asked you to-” 
  • you turn around to scold jihoon about not turning on the oven when you feel something cold, and that smells chocolatey lands on your nose. 
  • you look up at jihoon and see him trying to stifle a laugh  
  • “ohohoho jihoon you are so getting it” 
  • you take a huge part of the brownie mix and FLING it towards jihoon, hitting the side of his face since he turns 
  • so basically after your little brownie mix fight there is brownie everywhere, even on the floor. 
  • “alright.” 
  • you sigh looking at the little brownie mix you had left.
  • “we are eating brownies one way or another.” 
  • you grab a pan and put the brownies mix in it and place it in the oven and turn it on bc you forgot to turn it on to preheat so it’ll just be in there a little longer. 
  • “alright lets-”
  • you turn around and the second you step you feel yourself falling bc wow you forgot brownie mix had now existed on your floor. 
  • but it’s okay because somehow jihoon makes a move as if he’s going to catch you.
  • but
  • nvm
  • he just falls along-
  • you both just are in this awkward position for a while and you try to not look at jihoon but you find it hard not to because you know how good looking he is so you just try to sneak a peek and you see jihoon was alrdy looking at you 
  • so now you’re even more awkward because you have to keep looking at him since you both made eye contact. 
  • so after a while you notice that jihoon looks down and you are just like 
  • “wow im pretty sure my heart is not okay anymore lemme just actually decide to get off the floor now.”
  • so you say
  • “jihoon your weight is literally the weight of my worries pls get off”
  • and he scrambles to get up and just clears his throat as he helps you up. 
  • “sorry about that.”
  • “it’s alright i get that your hormones are having a war with each other rn”
  • “did you just-”
  • “yes i made a bts reference, now lets go watch school 2017 while waiting for our brownies to bake.”
  • after a while the brownies are down and as you take them out, you realize something. 
  • “oh shoot!”
  • jihoon rushes into the kitchen with a slightly worried look on his face. 
  • “what’s wrong?”
  • “are you good at math? i need help studying for the test tomorrow.”
  • he smiles and you both bring the food into his room while also taking out all your math materials to cram study. 
  • “hold up jihoon, I gotta go to the bathroom real quick.”
  • he nods and you start walking to the bathroom and before you walk into it you notice that one of the floorboards have gotten loose. 
  • “hm i guess I need to get that fixed.” 
  • you squat down on the floor to investigate it and when you push it a little you notice that it goes up. 
  • and reveals 
  • the manga that jihoon came out of?
  • you take it out of the floor board and look at it weirdly. 
  • “did he hide it? but why though?”
  • you quickly walk over to your room and place the book on your bed and use the bathroom before going back to start the hell that is called math and study with jihoon. 
  • “so i’m hoping that you know everything so that I will become an intellectual by the start of tomorrow morning.” 
  • “i mean i don’t think you’ll be an intellectual-”
  • “can it jihoon i was just joking I want at least a c+”
  • you both start studying and after a full hour of studying you decide that your brain is fried. 
  • “alright i think we should take a break.”
  • you go out of the room and bring back drinks [water bc water is amazing] and you both just start talking about the homework when. 
  • *BANG*
  • “um”
  • that is the only thing that comes out of your mouth when you both hear the loud crash that comes out of your room. 
  • “this reminds me of the time that you came out of your manga! lets go check it out.”
  • you hop out of the chair and you both make your way to your room while in jihoon’s mind he is like 
  • “oh shit” 
  • but why is he worried though?
  • so as you both get closer you hear muffled voices 
  • and your mind is like 
  • “voices? more than one person?”
  • so as you approach more, you hear it a little more clearly 
  • “Gosh dangit jinyoung! You told me that he would be here! Now we’re stuck here until we actually find him!”
  • “chill daehwi we’re gonna find him, i remember this room. I think.”
  • you think?! What-”
  • their conversation is cut off when you swing the door open, mouth as wide as when you opened it to see Jihoon standing there. 
  • but now Jinyoung and Daehwi have also come to life out of the book. 
  • you turn around and you see Jihoon with his head buried in his palm.
  • at this point, you’re only really able to spurt out one thing.  
  • “um, hello there Daehwi and Jinyoung. I see you’ve come looking for jihoon?”

Happy Valentine’s day  💫🌟💖

(me? one day late? ,,never) but ehh i wanted to spread some love for this worldwide celebration of love, so here is finally my first ff ever!!! im so grateful for all of u, you’re the best mutuals in the whole world and universe (not even being extra) i hope you know u can always hmu even if we’ve never talked, and i hope this year of 2017 is kind and fulfilling for all you<3

(this is going to be so long sorry,,)

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for the anon who asked for drabble no.72:

“oh damn he is so pretty”

mark almost fell from the bush that he was leaning on and hiding behind when he heard a soft voice coming from next to him.

“oh shit dude sorry are you okay ? did i scare you ? i’m sorry”

mark looked at the owner of the voice and his eyes got widened cause wow okay what the hell was going on ? who was that boy and why was he so freaking beautiful ? he was suppose to stalk his crush not get scared by a beautiful boy he had never seen before.

“i’m-” mark cleared his throat

‘get a frekaing hold of yourself mark lee!’ he thought and said “i’m fine” so confidently even though his voice was shaking slightly.

“oh thank god.” the boy smiled but then pulled mark back of the bush to hide themselves “sorry for pulling you like that but jaemin is coming and he shouldn’t see me right now” he explained but stopped and blushed just a bit when he noticed how close their faces were. very very close to be  exact.

they watched jaemin walking in front of the bush then pulled away from each ohter.

“were you watching jaemin too ?” mark asked and the boy’s smile dropped

“too ? don’t tell me you have a crush on jaemin too”

mark made a “sorry buddy” expression and donghyuck sighed “oh for the love of god how many more people have a crush on jaemin ? other day jeno said he also likes jaemin too. like damn can’t i date with the person i like for once in my fucking life ? god damn it!”

“oh wow wow calm down man you don’t have to be that angry”

“will you let me date jeamin ?”

mark hated himself for getting so soft in his heart when the boy’s eyes shined with hope

“oh hell no i won’t”

the boy frowned again “then shut up”

“is it how you treat your friends ?” mark laughed and the boy rised his eyebrow

“wait are we friends ?”

“well we gotta be cause i need someone to help me stalk jaemin. its hard to do alone”

“we don’t even know our names yet”

“mark lee. nice to meet you”

the  boy laughed “donghyuck. lee donghyuck. nice to meet you too mark lee.”

your last name is lee too ?”

“yeah. we have many things in common i guess mark.” donghyuck said,laughing “okay let’s do it like that. we both will try getting close with jaemin but will play fair and let jaemin choose one of us. so in that way we can stop  others from dating jaemin too. i would rather losing him to you rather than losing him to someone else. you seem like a nice guy.”

mark nodded “okay lets do it like that”

“okay. i gotta go now. gotta update my tumblr blog about jaemin”

“you have a blog about jaemin ?” mark stared at him judgingly

“yeah so what  ?”

mark shrugged his shoulders “cause i have one too.”

“oh my god let’s follow each other. we can tag each other to posts and all”

mark was surprised cause haven’t donghyuck getting too excited too easly ?

“okay. what’s your url ?”


mark laughed  while trying to find the blog on tumblr app “oh my god dude that’s so cheesy”

donghyuck checked his phone “oh really ? mr. “slay-me-pls-na-jaemin” ?”

“hey its better than yours!”

“at least mine have class in it”

“yeah elemantry school first class class!”

donghyuck laughed at how mark tried to be though but ended up beinf cute af

“you are bad at badass comebacks”

“i’m trying my best”

“i can see” donghyuck said and laughed more “i really gotta go now. but i’ll dm you later okay ?”

“okay” mark said and waved back at donghyuck who was already walking to his opposite direction.


“omfg donghyuck!!!”

“what what what ??? what did jaemin do ????”

“he smiled at me today! omg he has an amazing smile!!! i literally melted!!!”

“omfg you took a photo of that shining smile ?”

“dude no omg am i a stalker ?”


“shut up i know i am”

“how i am the gemini one in this friendship when you are the one who has mood swings all the time ??”

“cause u r the extra one”

“im rolling my eyes so hard rn.”

“lets hope they wont stuck behind your eyelids”

“u would be happy that i wont be able to see jaemin anymore”

“i mean not a lie”

“fuck u mork”

“love u too babe lol”

“whatever im going 2 bed. and change your god damn url for fucks sake.”

“my dear friend we had been friends for 2 months now and you still hate my url ?”

“more than i hate tomatoes”

“aww im sorry ill change it rn”

“i can smell your sarcams even from a god damn message”

“good cause i wont chance it lol”

“whatever *rolls eyes harder* goodnight mork lee”

“goodnight babe”



“yeah ? is everything ok hyuck ? you never call me with my name like that”

“we need to talk”

“we are talking rn arent we ?”

“no like talking face to face”

“oh….hyuck what happened ?”

“just meet me at that one always empty classroom after school”



“hyuck is everything oka-”

“why the fuck did you and jaemin hugged yesterday in front of the lockers ?”

“what ?” mark was taken back by the question cause how the hell donghyuck knew that ?

“you fucking heard what i said. why did you hug jaemin ? did you confess him already ?”

‘its now or never mark lee. play your cards well’ mark thought and talked “yeah. so what ?”

“we were gonna confess at the same time. we promised. you played dirty. you broke the fucking promise.”

mark shrugged his shoulders “its not like you were gonna connfess him anytime soon. i was tired of waiting so i confessed him.”

“you are a fucking asshole you should’ve at least let me know before you talked with him”

“whatever i did it already anyway. i can’t take it back now”

“break up with jaemin”

“what ?”

“break up with him. then we will confess him together and he will choose one of us”

“are you kidding me ? i wont break up with him. i waited for him for so long.”

“i waited longer!” donghyuck yelled and the uncomfortable tension between them flamed more

“you lost your chance already hyuck give up.”

“no you give up!”

“i wont!”

now they were just yelling at each other, their voices were echoing in the empty classroom.

“im going home.” mark said but donghyuck caught his arm before he can walk

“let me go donghyuck”

“look mark you’re competitve and so am i, and it’s going to lead to a fight” his voice was low and dark like he was threatining mark.

“oh yeah ? then lets fight.”

donghyuck held his arm tighter

“you wouldn’t want that believe me”

tension. the air was filled with so much tension.

“oh why ? what will you do to me huh ? will you hit me ? do it” mark got closer to donghyuck face while he said the last sentence coldly. he was tired of playing around.

“mark don’t test my patience”

mark got even more closer to his face and now their faces were only a few centimeters away.

“what will you do ?”



donghyuck let go off mark’s arm just to wrap his hands one mark’s shirt collar. he held his collar rougly and pulled him closer into a kiss. mark was shocked but he still melted in the kiss and kissed donghyuck back,wrapping his hands on his back. after kissing for a few minutes the tension was finally calmed down a bit.

donghyuck was the one who broke the kiss but mark talked first,panting deeply while looking at donghyuck’s eyes

“you didn’t break my face”

“i didn’t”

“why ?”

“can’t you tell why ?”

“so you don’t like jaemin anymore ?”

“i like him. as a friend. but i love you.”

“as a friend ?”

“as more than a friend”

mark’s heart skipped a few beats that he couldnt count.

“mark why did you kiss me back ?”

mark smiled sweetly “can’t you tell ?”

“but arent you dating with jaemin ?”

“nope. i talked with him about you. i told him that we met thanks to him but then i fell for you. he laughed so much but said he would like to help.”

“you fell for me ?”

mark’s heart got so soft again. cause donghyuck’s eyes were shining with hope again but this time it was brighter.

“since the first time we met”

“you’re lying”

“i wouldn’t lie to you”

mark was pulled into a hug this time. a very warm and tight hug that melted him immidetely.

“i swear to god if you ever stalk jaemin again”

“i just said i fell for you, you idiot and you’re still saying that ?”

“i gotta be sure”

“don’t worry lee donghyuck you are the one and only owner of my heart now. and he has a boyfriend anyway.”

“good. wait what ? he has a boyfriend ? who ??”


“fucking lee jeno.”

mark laughed “he pretty much stole jaemin’s heart compeletly”

“thank god he did. so that i could stole yours too”

“oh but you stole it right at the beginning tho”

“well you did the same so you can’t blame me. also do you know how hard it was to fanboying over jaemin when all i could think was you ? do you know how much i wanted to delete all of his pics from my phone but couldnt cause you would understand i didnt like him anymore ? do you know-” donghyuck would talk about how  hard it was for him but mark’s lips on his own didn’t let him talk more. and to be honest donghyuck liked it more.

For Megan,

Happy Birthday you silly dork!!!<333

I feel so happy, to be able to see you alive and safe, after everything that you’ve been through. It’s kind of hard for me to find the right words for such a message, im not that good at explaining or talking;;;, but as nerdy as this message will come out i guess it wouldnt matter. ;^)

Everytime i check your blog, i see it full of love from people and from you aswell, which aways cover the sad moments the blog had. I still remember the first day i found your blogs, the first day i baked a cake as a gift, drawing you stuff although i suck at drawing;;; , or the emotional messages- ah man ,were those so long ago? It literally feels like yesterday. And months by months you seem to be growing so much,and weird coming from me considering that im younger than you..haha. You’re that kind of person who wouldnt be forgotten that easily, and i mean in a good way.Remembering the pickle family, all those pants eating thing, the stickers,drawings,comics,the gifs, the minecraft times too? hahaha. They were all such great memories that were created with your help, with your positivity and with -just you,existing.

Im happy that i met you, and although i couldnt help you that much in the past year, at least i know i tried and that im happy i got to know many sides of you, personalities and of course friends of yours.

Look at you know, strong, indipendent and ready to fight whatever comes in your way. Many people told you in the past that if you keep fighting you’ll get strong, lets face it, they didnt slutter ;D 

You are amazing and we are all trying to be there for each other.

This year might be different than the others that you had celebrated, but i just want you to know that you are loved by so many people, just by your smile, laugh or you being a smol dork.You care so much for people Megan, please continue being the amazing person you are, we all are so proud of having you here, spending all time together and having fun. 

                                   Happy Birthday, pickle mom(yup, didnt forget about that)

   @sai-shou                                                                                 with love  Cat.

Rock Bottom ~H.G~

Summary: I don’t even known why I’m writing this rn. Based off of Rock Bottom by Haliee Steinfeld

Song Series- #3

This asshole makes me want to tear all my hair out. I swear I can’t do anything without him having a damn problem with it.

“WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME HAYES. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IVE DONE THIS TIME. I DON’T” I stand up from the kitchen table. I wasn’t going to sit here and take this anymore.



“Fine. I’ll talk. It seems like you’re always to busy for me.”

“Baby. I will always have time for you. I’m sorry for making you feel like that it’s just, I’m trying to finish this year with good grades and that’s hard with all the stress being put on me.”

“I don’t want you to feel stress”

“Thank you Hayes. I love you.”

“I love you too”

Damnit. This always happens. We fight but makeup in no time. It’s complete shit but I really do love him.

I continue with my homework and listening to music.


“What Hayes?”

“Why the fuck is this boy calling you babygirl”

“What the hell are you talking about”

“Don’t act dumb. Are you cheating on me.”


“Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t accuse me of cheating on your jealous ass. I’m leaving. Let me know when you’re not an asshole.” I grab my shit as I curse to myself. I walk towards the door until Hayes pulls my wrist.

“Let me-”

I’m cut off with Hayes kissing me.

“You’re gonna leave but I’ll see you in the morning princess.”


I know he’s right. I see him every morning. This happens every night. One day karma is going to catch up and bite us in the ass. But I can’t help but keep coming back.

It’s 2 am and I can’t sleep. I crawl out of my window and skate to Hayes’s house. I crawl up the side and into his room. He’s on his phone on his bed.

“Hey babe. Can’t sleep?”

I just crawl into bed beside him. This happens a lot. My parents never know I’m missing.

“You know I love you right. No matter how much you annoy me. And even when I say I hate you, I love you so much.”

“Yeah I know babygirl. It’s just. I’m terrified you’re gonna leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere Hayes. I promise.” I look up ad kiss him. I notice he’s not kissing back so I straddle him and look in his eyes.

“What’s wrong babe”

“Everyone says they’re not going anywhere but they all leave.”

“Hayes I know how that feels trust me. But I promise as long as you love me I’m going to stay right here. Beside you”

“Yeah you say that now but-”

“Fuck Hayes do you not trust me. I love you. With everything in me. Why won’t you believe me”

“Because I believed everyone else.”

“IM NOT EVERYONE ELSE. But fine if you want me to leave then I will but I don’t want to.” I grab my skate board that I propped up on his wall and climbed back down the window.

“I HATE YOU HAYES GRIER” I skate back to my house crying the whole way. This can’t be healthy. As soon as I get home I get a text.

My King💎👑❤️-I’m sorry babe. I love you. Will you please come back and spend the night.

I grab my bookbag and fill it with clothes for the next week. I climb back out my window and skate back to Hayes’s house. My legs are going to kill me tomorrow. I climb back up his window and throw my bookbag down. I go through his drawers and find a tshirt and change in to it. I finally look at him and he’s watching me.

“I’m sorry” we both say at the same time. I laugh and crawl into bed with him.

“Just when I think we’ve hit rock bottom me and you just keep on falling babe.” I look at him and whisper.

“I know. But I love you so it’s worth it.” He kisses my head and we both fall asleep.

Friendly Fire (pt. 1)

part two

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You were tired and your hair was a mess. All you were doing was putting your hair up, but the hair tie had other plans. Now you’re in this little war with Bucky. Who will win, who will lose?

Words: 824 it wasnt supposed to be this long sorry

Warnings: None?

Notes: god damn it i thought of this idea TWO WEEKS ago, and i kept saying ill write it tomorrow. its 1:53 am right now, and this isn’t what i meant by tomorrow but here i am writing. i dont know if i can consider it a drabble because i feel like its a bit long, but oh well. i may or may not continue writing this, depending how well it does. enjoy
update: because it did so well im continuing this cute drabble series! thanks ~

There are 24 hours in a day. Only a small fraction of those hours were spent sleeping, and you for one, didn’t do much of that. Still, you weren’t one to sleep in, regardless of how many hours of sleep you had. Every morning, you were up at 6:30 on the dot. It had become a ritual to be up before everyone else, so you could make coffee the way you liked it (Steve made it too strong or too weak. There was no in between) and no one ever complained.

This particular day, you slept in.

You had a mission yesterday, and this one was definitely not kind to you. Word came in about a hydra meeting taking place, so Steve organized a group consisting of him, you, Sam and Natasha.

At first everyone was worried; it was 1:26 pm, and still no sign of you.

“Hey, uh, F.R.I.D.A.Y?” Tony called out. He was walking back and forth in the kitchen, arms crossed and wrinkles forming on his forehead.

“Yes, boss?” the irish A.I. replied nonchalantly.

“Whats the status on Y/N? She still alive in there?” he asked back.

Bucky shook his head in disapproval. “That’s not funny Stark, Steve said she took a hard hit yesterday and needs as much rest as sh-” F.R.I.D.A.Y interrupted Bucky, 

“She’s heading out of her room right now, sir.”

Everyone froze and looked towards the hallway that your room was in. Your shadowed entered the room first, but slowly and surely, you came along as well. Steve quickly stood up and approached you cautiously.

“How ya feeling? We were all kind of worried when we didn’t smell coffee this morning” he joked.

You rubbed your eyes for a good moment before looking up at him. You could see he was trying to be playful with the coffee remark, but his eyes spoke a different story. You reached out and patted him on his upper left pect and chuckled.

“I’ve felt better, but I’ll be alright. Thanks for asking” you mumbled back, “What’s that smell? Did you make the coffee again?”

Natasha got up from the kitchen high stool, walking over to you with a mug of what you assumed was coffee.

“Actually, I made it this time. I wasn’t sure which roast you used, so I kind of just mixed some until it smelled like yours” she said, offering you the mug.

Without hesitation, you reached out and took it. Carefully lifting it to your nose, you took a deep whiff and furrowed your brows.

“It smells like you mixed the Hawaiian Kona with Tony’s favourite French Dark Roast? There’s even a hint of something else, but I’m going to assume you added… Lion Coffee?”

“W-wow. That’s exactly what I put! Damn Y/N, if I hadn’t known almost everything about you, I would assume you were a coffee connoisseur.”

“Oh please” you giggled out, “I’ve been making the coffee for over a year now. I think I know my stuff.”

You walked over to the couch, joining Sam and Bucky who were watching the t.v. Both of them acknowledged you, giving you a smile and nod. Bucky looked particularly happy to see you, scooting over more towards you.

“How’d you sleep, doll?”

“Like a princess”

You rolled your eyes in a friendly manner, making him chuckle.

“Hey, any chance you have a hair tie I can use?” you asked him. Your hair was everywhere, pointing out in every possible way.

“Actually, today is your lucky day because I, in fact, do” he replied, taking the tie off his wrist and handing it to you.

Thanking him, you put the mug on the coffee table and took the hair tie. As you collected your tangled mess into a somewhat decent ponytail, you maneuvered the hair tie around your fingers to get it in the right position.

Just as you were about to wrap around, the hair tie came off your thumb and slingshotted directly at Bucky’s face, hitting his cheekbone.

He let out a small yelp out of pure surprise, and turned his face around to see what hit him. Sam leaned forward, letting out a contagious cackle causing everyone else to let out a laugh.

“Was that you?! Did the world’s deadliest assassin just yelp like a little puppy?”

You gave Sam a dirty look, and moved your gaze to Bucky.

“Oh my god, Buck, I am so sorry. Are you okay? I swe-”

“I’m fine! I’m fine Y/N. It was just a hair tie, no harm done. I don’t even have a mark”

You studied his facial expression and let out a laugh. Bucky’s expression soften a bit as the ends of his lips lifted into a smile. After wiping a nonexistent tear, you looked back at Bucky and his playful smile turned into a devious smirk.

“What was that?” you questioned him, raising an eyebrow.

“Sweets, you don’t know what you just started.”

thoughts? complaints? constructive criticism?
i dont know who to tag, so im tagging some of my favourite writers and hope i dont bug them 
tagged: @winchester-with-wings @writingbarnes @just-call-me-mrs-captain @rayswritingcorner @bovaria @matthewmurrdock @fallen-stark @rogers-girl

its slow at first but its 3:45 am and all im thinking about it coffee so i couldnt help myself. please let me know if i mispelled or typo please because i cant see correctly rn sorry

anonymous asked:

i hope you're still doing these, they're amazing!! can you write about james and lily talking about the future+ what they want to do after hogwarts+ what the wanted to be as kids+ where they want to be in 20 or so years, etc you can include the other marauders too, if you want

When James Potter is seven he wants to be a Quidditch player. No, he’s going to be a Quidditch player. End of story. That’s it. He will be. There is nothing he wants- and will ever want- more than Quidditch. Now can he please have a chocolate wand because he cleaned his room real good mum okay I promise it’s not all under the bed (lie)  

When Sirius Black is seven he doesn’t care about growing up. Sirius Black doesn’t care about much of anything, as far as he’s concerned; the only good thing about growing up is that he will get to leave. And all he wants to do is leave, because his mum doesn’t look at him like he matters, and Sirius does not know quite how to take that.

When Remus Lupin is seven he cannot think about being a grown up without seeing the blood on his curtains from last night, and his mother’s look when he comes out of his room each morning after. Remus cannot think of a job where he will be able to protect people from him, so he stops thinking about it, it makes his chest ache.

When Peter Pettigrew is seven he doesn’t like thinking about growing up. It is too scary, and it doesn’t make sense. He does not think he is brave enough to be his Dad, or even his Mum. They are so big, and he is so very, very little.

When Lily Evans is seven she’s going to be a superhero. She doesn’t care that Tuney says they aren’t real, she just hasn’t seen one. And Lily Evans, of all people, knows that sometimes things you cannot possibly imagine are so real they are right in front of her face. Impossible things happen all the time, and she can tell you that as a fact.


When James Potter is eleven he is going to be a Quidditch player to end all Quidditch players. And he will get on the house team. He will. He’s going to play Quidditch for England and learn how to beat Remus at chess. Those are James Potter’s only life goals at this point. Oh, and to understand girls, because Evans is bloody nuts and he utterly impossible, but don’t tell her he said that.

When Sirius Black is eleven he plans to become the headmaster of Hogwarts. He will make all learning illegal and all they will do is play Quidditch and eat. He would make every single kid play a prank on a teacher before they could go to dormitory. Yes, that’s it, he’s going to run the best damn school is the world and he’s going to create positions for all his mates to, James can be head of sports and Peter can be head of Charms, because he likes it so much. Remus can be Professor of Keeping Secrets, because there is something fishy going on with him and Sirius is going to   find out what it is. Also, when he’s headmaster he would let kids stay all year round, because sometimes when people even think about going home it makes their insides feel sort-of lopsided. Like someone has taken a Beaters Bat and smashed it round in their stomach. Some people. Just some.

When Remus Lupin is eleven he’s going to be best friends with James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew for the rest of time. They make him forget, and he likes forgetting, because then he can feel like a real person, instead of a fake one.

When Peter Pettigrew is eleven he’s going to be just like James. And Sirius. And Remus. He’s going to be just like all of them, when he grows up, because they are the greatest and funniest people of the planet. And they like him. And Peter would like to like himself, one day.

When Lily Evans is eleven she’s going to be a professional potion maker. Potion’s is magic she can make, she can chop it and mix it and crush it and see it. Magic, though wonderful, is weird; she can do it and doesn’t know where it comes from. But with potions Lily can see the magic; she can hold it with her hands and create it. Lily Evans can create magic, and how could anyone not want to do that?


When James Potter is thirteen he’s still going to play Quidditch. He’s always going to want to play Quidditch more than anything. So stop bloody asking. James Potter is just going to play Quidditch, eat caldron cakes and look at Lily Evans. What. He didn’t say that. He did not. Ignore that last part, or, at least, don’t tell Sirius. Please.

When Sirius Black is thirteen he’s going to make out with Mallory Fairbrother. That is his only life goal right now. And if you’ll excuse him, that’s her, over there so he really must go very sorry yes ok what he can’t hear you he’s already too far away.

When Remus Lupin is thirteen he might be a teacher. Maybe. He talked to Dumbledore about it and he thinks he might be able to. Maybe he could be a teacher. He hopes so; it makes him so happy to think that he might just be able to. Teach, he means, teaching is so cool. Remus Lupin rather thinks he’d like to teach when he’s older.

When Peter Pettigrew is thirteen he doesn’t bloody know. It’s too hard, this future crap. He’ll think about it tomorrow, because dinner is in five minutes and he really has to go, sorry, but- you know- dinner.

When Lily Evans is thirteen she’s thinking about becoming an artist. I mean, yeah, she can’t draw for shit and her paintings are worse, but, she wouldn’t have to do any bloody transfiguration, which would be nice. And, okay, she hates drawing and her hand always cramps if she’s even writing for more than ten minutes but, and this is the key point: no Transfiguration. Because as much as she likes Professor McGonagall, if she looks at another diagram on how to turn a tea cup into a tortoise she going to KILL SOMEONE MARLENE I DON’T FUCKING UNDERSTAND THIS SHIT IM MOVING TO AUSTRALIA THEY DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS CRAP.  

When James Potter is fifteen he’s going to be a Quidditch player. He HAS NOT CHANGED HIS MIND SINCE THE LAST TIME YOU BLOODY ASKED. Also, have you seen Sirius, he stole the map and now he can’t bloody find him because he, James Potter, does not have the map as Sirius bloody Black does. And you know Evans- Lily, that is- does anyone else get a weird feeling in their stomach when she walks past? Like it sort-of, drops into their foot? No? Okay, forget it. Don’t tell anyone he said that by the way.

When Sirius Black is fifteen he is going to make muggle motorcycles. Yeah, that’s it, he’s going to make motorcycles and then ride them all the way around the world. Maybe to the sun, anywhere. As far as he can get. He’s going to far fucking away from his fucking mother and her angry words and slaps and his father’s jeers and his brother smug look. Sirius fucking Black is going to give them the finger as he rides into the bloody sunset, so take that and shove it up your arse dear, darling Mummy.  

When Remus Lupin is fifteen he is going to be a teacher. He thinks he deserves to be a teacher. James thinks he does, and so do Sirius and Peter. Then again, Sirius also said if anybody had a problem with Moony being a teacher he would unstick their head from their necks, so there’s that.

When Peter Pettigrew is fifteen he’s going to do something brave. He doesn’t know what yet, but he’s just going to try and do something brave, because he’s just so sick of being weak. That’s it; he’s going to be so brave that James and Sirius will be in awe of him. He’s going to do something shock them all.

When Lily Evans is fifteen she’s just going to marry for money. Fuck school. Fuck jobs. Fuck exams. She’ll just marry a rich bloke whose good looking. Like, tall with nice eyes, like Potter’s eyes. Wait. What the fuck. That did not happen. She did not say that. Nope. She’s just going to quit school, not do bloody exams and marry someone who does not look like James Potter. Does. Not.  


When James Potter is seventeen he’s going to marry Lily Evans. He wants Lily Evans more than Quidditch. He’s decided, if it was a choice between Lily Evans, and her voice and hair and smile and laugh and her everything or Quidditch. He’d pick Lily Evans. He wants to hear Lily Evans talk and laugh and smile and just exist, more than he wants Quidditch. And that is a fact.

When Sirius Black is seventeen he’s going to fight. He’s going to fight his parents and their beliefs and that guy in the paper whose been killing all those people. He’s going to kill people, going to kill people and rip their necks with his bare hands. Anybody who thinks his friends don’t deserve to live just because their blood isn’t his does not deserve to be on the same planet as them. Because they are great and wonderful and his. Prongs, Wormtail, Moony, Evans- all of them. Fuck anyone who says otherwise.

When Remus Lupin is seventeen he’s going to be a teacher. He’s decided. He’s going to finish school, kill this bloody bastard who thinks he can ruin everything and be a teacher. Because they are going to kill him, they have to so they will. That’s just how it works.

When Peter Pettigrew is seventeen he wishes to braver. Because he does not know if he can do this, and is has a horrible feeling he is going to do something very, very bad.

When Lily Evans is seventeen she wants to kiss James Potter and make potions. She really wants to kiss James Potter though. A lot. For always. Lily Evans wants to kiss James Potter forever; Lily Evans just wants to be around James Potter forever. So that’s it, she going to kiss James Potter and make potions. She thinks she could be happy doing that for the rest of her life.


When James Potter is twenty-one, standing in front of the wand he knows will kill him, he wants to save Lily, and save Harry. He knows he can’t, but oh, how he wants to. He wants this to be enough, his death, but it won’t be, so he just closes his eyes instead.


When Sirius Black is standing in the ministry, far older than he’d ever thought he’d be, he is happy. Happy because Remus is here, and they are winning, and because Harry is just behind him. Because Prongs and Lily’s Harry is so much better than he’d ever imagined he would be, and he is so proud of his best mates for this kid. And what they did. Because right now Sirius Black is alive and here and winning and everything will be fine. Everything will be-


When Remus Lupin is turning a corner in the ruined the corridor he is worried. Worried for his wife, his baby and Harry. Brave Harry and all his friends who have come to fight with him. And although he is worried, for his family and for his friends, Remus Lupin needs to be here. Because Remus Lupin is a teacher and teachers do not desert their students.

So when the spell hits him from behind he hardly feels it, and he is dead before he hits the ground.


When Peter Pettigrew is in that cellar he knows that his seventeen year old self was right about him. So when the hand closes around his neck, he tries not to fight it, but instead tries to be the one thing he has always wanted.



When Lily Potter is twenty-one and pleading for her baby’s life she just screams. She screams for of her James lying on the floor, still and for Sirius, who will be blamed for this. She screams for what she knows is to happen and for what is going to happen after it. She screams because her baby will never know her, never know James or their house. She screams because Lily Potter is too young for all of this, and there are still so many things she wants that she will never have.

But most of all Lily Potter screams for her son, who will have to do all of this alone.


(When they were young they wished to become heroes. So heroes they became.)

RFA + MC having too much to drink.

**** Had a headcanon request for this but I realized I turned all of these into like.. mini fics. Soooo… here have this trash.
Ps, Jumin’s gets steamy. ;D

• “It’s your turn to be the designated driver tonight” you squealed as you were getting ready for Zen’s birthday party.
• Yoosung reluctantly agreed. “Don’t go crazy, okay?” He didn’t mind if you got plastered, he was genuinely concerned for your health and well-being.
• The moment you get there Zen opens the door and hands you a shot.
• You drink a looooot more vodka with Zen.
• You two end up sitting on the kitchen floor together at 3am, Yoosung half asleep in the living room.
• Yoosung’s game on his phone crashed when he realized the time, he gets up and looks around for you.
• “M..MC? Where are you?”
• He wanders in the kitchen and sees you and Zen hugging each other and crying.
• Yoosung doesn’t know weather to be jealous, angry, or concerned.
• “Are you guys okay?….” he says hesitantly.
• You immediately get up and hug Yoosung. “YOOSUNG! BABY. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?”
• He steps back a little, standing you up straight and dusting off your back and puts his hands on your shoulders.
• “How much have you had to drink?”
• “U-uh. Well Zen and I had a big bottle of vodka but last time I checked there was like half left.” You slurred your words.
• Yoosung turned to see the empty bottle, grabbing your hand. “Okay. Bye Zen. Happy birthday.”
• “Hey!!! I don’t want to go home yet!! YOOSUNG!!” You were making a scene.
• Yoosung turned around and hugged you, whispering in your ear. “You’re behaving like a child. I never thought id have to be the responsible adult out of us two, but you’re really drunk. It’s time to go home.” His voice was sharp.
• You reluctantly listened and immediately felt upset.
• When you guys got into the car he held your hand, kissing it. “Now, do you want to go get McDonald’s?” He asked, giving you his cute smile.
• The rest of your night consisted of you two eating mcdonalds in bed, crying and telling him how sorry you are, and him reassuring you he isn’t mad and he loves you always (but a little bit less when you’re hugging zen on a kitchen floor)

• Jumin rented out a hall to host a Christmas party and invited the RFA members.
• Seven didn’t want to drink, and didn’t mind if you did or not.
• You came out in a sleek black dress, revealing a bit of cleavage.
• Seven’s face immediately went red when he saw you, he walked up to you and pulled up the top. “MC!!! You’re dressed so… revealing.”
• You laughed. “They’re called boobs, Luciel. I’m sorry. I have them. Everyone knows.”
• “Yeah but..” he leaned in, looking around and then speaking quietly. “Everyone doesn’t have to SEE them!”
• You cupped his face and gave him a big kiss. “Let’s go.”
• The party was very elegant. The elegance lasted two hours until Yoosung, Zen, Jaehee, and you hit up the open bar.
• Seven stayed back at a table keeping close watch over you. He felt extremely protective of you, but you guys had had a conversation about him letting you have space. He vowed to himself to let you have fun and he wouldn’t interfere… if you controlled yourself.
• Jumin and V joined Seven and they distracted him for a few hours with ‘intelligent’ conversation. (Cats)
• In those few hours, you’d gotten really drunk. There was a dance floor, and Zen had made his way over to the music and turned on some dance music.
• Jumin hadn’t noticed because when he talks about Elizabeth.. well, we all know.
• Zen was controlling the music like a DJ, Jaehee and you were grinding on the dance floor and Yoosung was talking to somebody he didn’t know about how they’re such a great person. (He’s one of those)
• Zen turned up a wild jam to which more guests decided to loosen up, getting on the dance floor. Everyone let loose and was jumping up and down.
• You were holding your drink when it spilled all over the ground, making you slip and fall and hit your head on the hard floor.
• “Shit! MC!” Yoosung and Jaehee helped you up and walked you over to the side.
• “Are you okay?” Jaehee asked, she was the type to sober up immediately when something serious was going on.
• Your head was dizzy and you nodded, the alcohol numbed the pain and you didn’t think you were hurt at all.
• You started giggling and walked towards Yoosung to give him a hug, “Yoosung, you are so great. You’re too cute. You deserve a girlfriend Yoosung. Honestly, you’re so amazing.” Your words were mumbled and you practically tripped over your own feet, he caught you and hugged you.
• “Okay.. MC. Where’s Seven?” He was looking around. “Jaehee, can you get Seven?”
• “Whaaa…… Yoosung we’re just getting started!” You said with a drunken laugh.
• “Yeah, but you hit your head really hard. You’re also totally smashed. I think you should go home with Seven, MC.” He smiled at you. “Also, you’re amazing too. Thanks for your kind words.”
• Seven approached Yoosung from behind, practically ripping him off of you. He looked pissed.
• “Get off of her, Yoosung. MC.. what’s going on?” he looked down at you with a concerned face.
• “Ummmmm.. I fell I think.. and uhh..” you started to walk away but tripped over yourself (you’re a mess rn but having a good time), thankfully you caught yourself and held yourself up on the back of a chair.
• “Okay. Let’s go.” Seven took your arm and walked you towards the door.
• “What! No! We just got here! Luuuuuuuucieeeellllll” you whined at him.
• “I told you. I’d keep my distance and let you do your thing. Now do you know why I’m protective of you, MC? You do shit like this. What if you hit your head harder? God, I should’ve been paying more attention.” He was talking to you and mumbling to himself at the same time, shaking his head.
• “No, no im fine. Really im okay.” You were trying to reassure him.
• He looked at you, eyes watering. “Look, I don’t have many people im close to. You’re pretty much all ive got. I want you to be safe, and I want to take care of you.” He looked down. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you..”

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anonymous asked:

'Everyday I hear you curse at your computer next door lucky I can help you so I barge in and decide to put and end to this but I also see all the porn you watch' AU

(this was a fucking ordeal i haven’t written in months and i dont know how to do it or what the fuck dialogue or characters are and im so sorry for this wreck but here it is. oops).

Omg so I saw this post of AU’s and there are a few I think would suit Destiel perfectly. I’ll just leave them in different asks. You don’t have to write all or even any of them if you dont like them of course ^,^  (part one/parts 2 and 3 coming up. hopefully)

The screaming starts at around two.

Dean is a sound sleeper, he really is, but the frustrated groans and the muffled yelling coming from the apartment over are testing him. 

“I CAN’T open Word, that’s the problem, Gabriel!” he hears his neighbor say. 

He turns over on his right side with a heavy sigh.

“There’s no ‘inspect element’, I’ve right clicked it twice!” comes his voice again, rough and impatient. 

Dean rolls over onto his stomach. He takes a deep breath. 

“Why would I open documents, that’s nothing to do with what I need,” he sounds confused now, pausing, no doubt to click around on his computer screen. Dean would feel bad, if it wasn’t two in the morning and he wasn’t borderline furious about being woken up. 


At three, he huffs a sigh and throws his sheets off his body. 

“It’s not there, Gabriel, I clicked it but it’s not showing up.”

This Gabriel definitely isn’t a computer person, Dean thinks grudgingly as he slides out of his bed. Neither is his neighbor apparently. 

He is though, and his sleep fogged brain has come up with one solution within the hour. He’s going to help his neighbor. 


He knocks on the door twice before it swings open. 

“Yes?” his neighbor growls, tentative hand on the door frame. There are dark circles under his eyes and his hair is sticking up at varying angles but Dean is more so concerned with his brilliant eyes and the jut of his hipbones peering out from under his low slung sweatpants. He chastises himself for not noticing his neighbor early, but better later than never, even if later comes at 3 a.m.

“Hey man, the walls aren’t too thick here, your voice carries,” Dean says, still eyeing the man in front of him. 

His neighbor blinks twice before his mouth falls open; he takes a step back. 

“Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry, I had-,” he stutters, hand flying off of the door as he jolts up straight.

“Computer troubles,” Dean supplies, “I get it. ‘Was just thinking that if you’d let me help, we could each get to bed faster,” he says, voice gruff from lack of use. 

The man blinks again. 

“Could you? I mean, if you know how- I’m not- my brother Gabriel isn’t too familiar with- I don’t-” he stumbles, hand slipping behind his head to scratch at his neck. Dean grins and cuts him off. 

“It’s no problem. I’m pretty good with computers,” he says and gestures towards the open doorway. “May I?” he asks with a small smile.


Dean is good with computers, he really is, he just happened to press a few wrong buttons.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” comes the moan from the monitor, and Castiel, whose name Dean found out less than half hour ago, shuts his eyes and squeezes them tight.

“Fuck,” they mutter simultaneously.

“I didn’t mean to, I just-,” Dean says immediately, jumping to defend himself. “I’m so sorry,” he mutters sheepishly and clicks pauses before the scene playing out on the computer screen can make any more noise. He means it, he does; it’s not as though anyone would stumble upon their neighbor’s porn collection purposefully.

Castiel opens his eyes and sucks in a long breath.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault,” he mutters, a deep blush creeping onto his face. “You fixed the issue, that’s what’s important,” he says, burying his face in his hands and shaking his head. When he reappears from behind his fingers, he begins to laugh.

This is the weirdest thing Dean’s done in a while, sitting in his neighbor’s apartment in a fit of laughter while a porno waits on the computer screen behind them, but neither of them can seem to stop laughing so Dean lets it go. In between chuckles, he leans back against the back of the chair and eyes Castiel.

“You really are one kinky fucker though,” he says and Castiel rolls his eyes, blush coming back into his cheeks. “You know, Cas, if you ever wanna try any of this stuff out with someone…,” he hesitates for a moment, then winks, because it’s 3:30 in the morning and anything goes.


By 4:00, Cas is grinding against him in quick thrusts, sweet little noises making their way out of his mouth, and Dean can’t find it in him to regret getting out of bed at fuck o’clock. He digs his fingers into the thighs positioned on either side of his hips and seals his mouth over Cas’ before the other can get out a moan. He pulls away and shushes him, and Cas watches his pretty, spit-slick lips twist into a grin, making out just a few words in the dark heat of his bedroom.

“Keep it down, let the goddamn building sleep.”

(13 prompts in my inbox rn. psa: i don’t know how long it’s going to take me to do all of them and if i’ll be in the state to do them but im trying you guys and i know it’s not coming out too great but its hard to start again and i am having technical difficulties with my writing brain and i just…yeah sorry. we’ll see how it goes. thanks for all your support!)

deactivated170325-atboosnknow-d  asked:

Hello! May I have a scenario with Yugyeom? You fight and he discover that you used to keep everything inside. For the first time you show him your bad temper. Thanks♥ (sorry the first time i didn't find the request box u__u')

~:)~ It’s fine! I just picked a random topic of the fight for this scenario :) 

   “I don’t know, Yugyeom. Call me crazy if I don’t want other girls touching you, my boyfriend!” you exclaimed in frustration as you burst through the kitchen doors with Yugyeom hot on your tail. He grabbed your arm, not to hard, and turned you around to face him. 

   “It’s my damn job, y/n. Dancing with her on stage means nothing and you know that.” he said as his voice got lower. “I love you.” 

   “Listen, I get that is your job but I know that the other members from GOT7 can substitute too. Perhaps members that aren’t taken?” you said as you escaped his grasp and took a seat on the breakfast bar. He sighed as he ran his fingers through your hair. 

   “Why don’t you understand that it means nothing?” he asked with furrowed eyebrows. He was a little surprised at you temper, you’ve never fought with him like this before. 

   “She’s an idol, she’s gorgeous, she can dance, she can sing, she can do everything. Sorry for being a little insecure.” you murmured. He shut his eyes and bit his lip. “It’s just, you’ve been out so late…with her. Outside of the job.” 

   Yugyeom’s eyes widened. 

   “How’d you know?” he asked nervously. You narrowed your eyes at him. 

   “Why should we even have secrets, huh? Am I not the person you turn to? If you want to leave me then just-” you started saying, not realizing that tears were slowly forming, causing your vision to gloss. 

   “Is this how you feel, y/n? You want me to leave you?” he asked as he took a step closer to you. Your head fell into your hands as your elbows pushed you. You felt his hand touch the small of your back. You sighed and slowly took his hand away.

   “I don’t feel like that. You don’t understand how painful it is to see you so happy and so full of life with someone that is not me. How would you feel if you saw me feeling up another guy? Going out with him, laughing, genuinely having an amazing time? I don’t know what to do anymore, I feel trapped. I keep everything inside because I love you so much, I try not to bother you about my feelings because I don’t want to be one of those girlfriends but I-I just can’t anymore!” you finished as you stood up from your seat. He stood there, processing what you just said. After a couple silent minutes, you let a tear slip down your cheek. You quickly rubbed it away before he saw. 

   “Y/n…” he started and walked closer to you. He took your hand in his, wow, it fit so well. He then rubbed away another one of your escaping tears, one you didn’t even know escaped. He placed both of your hands onto his shoulder and used his other hand and snaked it around your waist and pushed you from the back so your hips were liner up with his. Right now, all you wanted to do was sob in his chest. To cry, to freely let out all you had bundled up inside. Yugyeom wrapped his long arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. 

   “You should know, y/n…” he whispered into your ear with layers of your hair in the way. You felt his hot breathe against your ear which made you squeeze him tighter. “…I’m madly in love with you. Only you. Not her, not the dancer, anyone. The reason why I went out with her is because the company wanted us to “bond” and have a better friendship so we connected better on stage, but that trick doesn’t work. You know what does?” he then lowered his hand and gently clutched your butt.

   “I think of you. I think about your pretty little face and dance with her because I know you are as equally talented. I can’t wait to come home to you, you know? I didn’t know that’s how you felt- I, I want you to be 100% honest with me about your feelings because when you are, you make me happy. You really do.” Your heart raced at the rate of- who even knows! All you wanted to do now was be with him. You pulled out of the embrace and looked up at him. His eyes were glossy from tears, he really meant everything. You touched his face with your hands and brought your lips together. 

   “I love you too.” 


you see, i got kinda emotional while writing this shit because it related to personal issues with bae aka crush aka senpai; never notices me so im just gonna go and cry im sorry if this is too soft and fluffy but i just cant rn with the feels


“Stew…..Stew….STEWART” I scream trying to get his attention, feeling neglected. He jumps when I shout gripping his chest. “Are you trying to murder me?” He asks me, breathing heavily. “Well if you weren’t texting your brother a listening to me I wouldn’t have to. What are you even talking about?” I say trying to grab his phone. He pulls it out of my reach and locks it. I look at him confused. “Okay whatever. Im going to go to my locker and go to class. Enjoy your phones company” I tell him getting up, dusting off my jeans of any grass and walking out from under the tree before Stew responds. “Come by mine after School babe, Nates gon` be back” he shouts after me. “Okay hunny bun” I shout loudly across the school yard embarrassing him. I watch his face flush red as I walk into the school.

Stew`s POV

I call her babe on a daily basis, I’ve kissed her and she brushes it off like its nothing. She either thinks of me as her brother or is truly oblivious. I unlock my phone as a new text from Nate pops up. “Just tell her straight up im at home RN ill help you when you get home” I reply with a simple K as the bell rings.

After school I don’t wait and rush out of school quickly wanting see my brother. I hear Y/N behind me shouting for me to slow down. I slow my walking speed down as she approaches me. “Miss him that much?” She asks me. I nod and she coos at me squeezing my cheeks. “Smoke weed all you want but you will never be tough in my eyes, your such a teddy bear” she says in a patronizing voice. She links her arm through mine. “Do you think he would date me? Or Sammy hes pretty cute too but your brother is so HOT” she asks me in a dreamy voice. I scoff and am quick to answer. Maybe a little to quick. “he wouldn’t ever you are like his little sister and He isn’t hot hes average and and Sam is just a manwhore.” I say so quickly out of breath. Y/N looks at me like im retarded. “Okaaayy” she sings, dropping the conversation and turning to singing along to Aye Ma, laughing our heads off.


“Yo Nate, how you been?” Stew asks, hugging his brother, as soon as he sees him in the door way. “Been flying” he replies hugging his brother back, the biggest smile on his face. They pull away and Stew walks into the house, Nate smirks at me, with an all knowing smirk. I look at him confused as I step into his open arms. “Well haven’t you grown” he tells me spinning around and walking me into the living RooM his arms still wrapped too tightly around me. I try to squirm out of his arms but he doesn’t let me go. I look up at him to see hes mouthing something to Stew. “Nateeeeee” screech and he lets me go. When he does I shove him before darting for the sofa taking his seat. “Come on you know thats my place” he tells me pulling my arms. I grab onto the leather couch cushion, refusing to let go. He ends up pulling me off the couch by my legs.

I take a seat by Stew and he bumps our knes and then leaves it resting against mine. Inside im dying, I like like him but he doesn’t like me so I don’t want to ruin our friendship by making it awkward. On the outside im acting cool, aint nothing happening. He always touches me and hugs me and stuff but he likes that slut Joanna (sorry of that is your name) from school. I focus on the TV. “MAMA I WANT FOOD” Nate shuts hurting my ears. I throwaway pillow at him when Stew shouts as well “ME TOO” I grab another pillow and slap him too. His mom shouts back asking if I want food. He giggles before asking me if I waNT food ans I nd my head “obviously” I add. He then covers my ear shouting to his mom. When hes done shouting he drops his arm behind me, playing with the buttons on the shoulder of my jumper. I lean into him as we watch Teen Wolf reruns. (STILES IS ADORABLE)

Kami walks in with two plates nd hands me one right away, “Thanks Kami, looks delicious” and then handing the other to Nate. Stew starts complaining. “Mooom thats not fair he comes bac-” I don’t let him finish shoving a spoonful of cottage pie intones mouth. “Shut up and take it” I laugh at his shocked face. I put the plate into his lap as Kami, whose still laughing, walks out to get the other. “Thanks baby” he says, his mouth full. “Baby? You two getting it on” Nate asks us wiggling his eyebrows. I awkwardly laugh, shaking my head but Stew doesn’t say anything. I turn around confused and whenindo he starts shaking his head, Nate starts smiling at Stew. What is up with them I think yo myself as Kami walks back in with my plate and a cookie. I grin as I thanks her. When she turns round walking out the boys try to get my cookie but I wrap it in the napkins nd slide it into my jumper. “Stay away” I say taking a fork full of mashed potato into my mouth.

“You think that its under your top is going to stop me?” Stew asks me giving me a cheeky smile and I know whats going to happen next so I quickly put my plate down on the table and run away into the kitchen my cookie unhandled and stew kn my tail. “Don’t Stewie, please” I beg as he creeps closer. I jump over the counter and hide behind Kami. She starts laughing at us calling us idiots. Stew comes over and grabs my arm and then all he’ll brakes loose as he starts tickling me. I start laughing so loudly astronauts can hear me.“st…st..Stoppp..STAHP” I starts screaming when I am about pee from laughing so hard. “Hun let her up” his mom finally cuts in after I hit my head on the cupboard. He stops letting me up, I throw the now crumbled cookie in his hair running around the counter before tripping onto the floor. I quickly scramble to get up, setting everyone off again.

I try to dramlocally walk out but a shooting pain in my shin. “Aerrgghhh, Fuck” I mumble under my breath. Stew vocally sympathises with an Awhh. He walks up behind me before scooping me up, shocking me. “Awhh thanks sausage” I say in my oh-so patronizing voice.“we shouLD do this more often” he says. Confused, I furrow my brows. “What me hurt myself? I think I do that waaaay to often” I counter, dragging out some words. He walks into his bedroom and drops me onto his bed.

“Are you really that oblivious?” He asks me, slightly violently. I shrug “to what?” He roll his eyes before he grabs my shoulders. “I.LIKE.YOU.I. WANT. TO. DATE YOU.” He shouts, shaking me. I stare at him shocked. Then I embarrass myself. “YES YES OH MY FUCKING GOD” I shout before shutting up. I sit there acting`natural` after my little out burst. “Something you want to say like I like you too?” Stew asks me looking embarrassed. “Oh my God sorry yes I ducking like you and yes I was obliviousI thought you ere getting it on with Joanna. You have no idea how much I like you.” I rush out,flapping my hands. He giggles at me, grabbing my chin. “Well give me a kiss so I can ask you out” he tells me and I put my hand on his face. “Dream on I don’t kiss till Atleast the 3rd date” I inform him.

“Okay tomorrow night, we can go out. I’ll pick you up at 8” he tells me and leans in again. “NO” say getting up and running down the stairs where Nate and his mom are watching Iron Man 3. I jump onto the sofa next to them. “Have you seen the CinemaSins video on this movie. Tony Stark is a Dick to the environment and children” I say too loudly. “Shut up” Nate tells me jokingly as Stew walks in, going to stand in front of the TV. “Dude move yo skinny ass” he tells him. “No fat ass I have an announcement which people actually care about" he argues. Nate throws a shoe at him. “MOOOOMMM” they both whine in unison. “ShuSHHH Hun let him talk” Kami tells Nate earning a haha from Stewart. “Well a few moment ago I have found out that me and Y/N are in like with each other” he tells them. “Ooh boy get some” Nate tells him before continuingwith harsher words “now Move big head” he says being mean. Stew comes to sit down next to me, bumping our knees and it all becomes so obvious. All of the touching the I brushed off as brotherly or accidental he was trying to tell me he liked me. Im such an idiot, I think to myself. I mentally face palm.

Watching the movie we send up getting closer and snuggling, I start drifting off as the sky gets darker and text my mom that Im staying Iverson. Exhausted after school and all the running around ive been doing, Im PRO-TUMBLR. Not Pro-exercise. I lean into Stew like we’ve always done, resting my head on his shoulder pulling the blanket up over both of us. Thats when stew came out both the cheesiest but cutest line ever.

“ Welcome to sweet dreams airlines all passengers will be leaving to dreamland, hoping you will have a safe journey to your sweet dreams….good night Y/N, sleep tight" I tried to contain my later but couldn’t. “You are a dork” I said before grabbing his face and kissing him.“3rd date is to far away” I member going back in. Nate groans before shouting ewww and throwing a pillow at us.

Best day ever


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inhaling essence (jungcheol)

type: angst!!!!
synopsis: ok u guys all thought its seungcheol whos crazy in love w jeonghan wHEN IN FACT ITS JEONGHAN WHOS MADLY IN LOVE WITH CHEOL BYE
a/n: im sorry i just ship jungcheol so hard theyre like my parents im just dont hATE ME (im doing requests rn ok cool)

Originally posted by beonoun

His eyes are flitting back and forth, to Seungcheol and to his hands that’s holding her hand. Jeonghan couldn’t deny that he was somehow bothered by the sight, it was supposed to him that get to hold his hand.

Joshua nudged him in the shoulder, “You’ve been staring too long, man, quit it.”

It was hard not to notice those two in the room when Jeonghan keeps hearing his laugh echoing in his ear. His eyes tried to stop stealing a glance towards Seungcheol, but it was no use. Whenever he laughs, Jeonghan couldn’t help but avert his gaze to him.

It’s been only a week since they dated, and Jeonghan couldn’t stand them already. Seungcheol that usually hangs out with him on their spare time, is now talking non-stop with his girlfriend on the phone. Seungcheol that always do their routine of watching a movie on a Friday night, made an excuse to spend time at her place. That was the first time – very first time ­– he doesn’t join the movie night.

And that made Jeonghan’s a little mad. Just a little bit. (He is actually super mad.)

No one in the room seemed to noticed Jeonghan’s cold attitude except for Joshua. He knew Jeonghan’s little (more like big) crush on the leader, and he saw this coming as soon as Seungcheol said he has a girlfriend.

Talking is not really Jeonghan’s favorite thing. But, when he is alone with the leader… you have no idea. He would be all giddy and excited over everything he said and admire his face as he talks. But, for the past few days, all Jeonghan wanted to do was to keep his mouth shut.

She’s very nice. There’s no reason on why should Jeonghan hate her. And it made Jeonghan even madder than before. Everyone said they’re the perfect match and it felt like the world just crashed down.

“Who are you texting?” Jeonghan asked, eveyrone’s already left and it was only the two of them in their room.

He smiled then chuckled, “You know who.” And Jeonghan knew. He knew very well who’s he texting. Did he smile like that when I texted him? Or does he look at me they way he looked at her? Does he talk about me to everyone when I’m not around? Questions flooding Jeonghan’s mind, yet sadly he has no answer to all of it.

“Do you love her that much?” Seungcheol locked his phone, placing it on his stomach as he looked at the ceiling.

“You have no idea.” He sighs dreamily. “I’m so lucky to have her.” She’s lucky to have you. Jeonghan just hummed, agreeing.

“What about you?”

“What about me?” Jeonghan asked.

Seungcheol nodded, “Who’s the lucky girl?” Jeonghan just chuckled. It’s a he. Jeonghan never thought he’d fall for his bestfriend and have his bestfriend falls for somebody else.

“No one.”

“Yah,” He whined. “there must be someone. You just don’t want to tell me right?” It’s you, idiot. How am I supposed to tell you? Jeonghan turned to face Seungcheol who had his eyes on him for a while. Jeonghan’s avoided his gaze on him, it’s making him nervous. His eyes are sparkling and his lips. . .it’s so hard to focus when the little things about him keep haunting Jeonghan like this.

“I’ll tell you if there’s someone.”

The leader showed a pout in return, making Jeonghan wanted to punch him for making him feeling weird things. Seungcheol’s phone lets out a ding, signaling that there’s someone who just texted him. And who else could it be, he smiled at the phone, unlocking it and start typing away.

And they’re staying in silence again.

It hurts, but Jeonghan couldn’t bring himself to forget him when he’s literally around him everyday. Showing him a sweet smile, jokes around with him, and also, taking care of him. Seunghceol is like a drug, he thought.

Jeonghan breathes him in, inhaling his essence as he speaks his words, his energy intoxicating Jeonghan and simultaneously blacken his lungs. That toxic smoke will surely kill Jeonghan, but he just can’t bring himself to exhale somehow.

Thank God for the Rain - Part 4

A/n: Yayyy it’s finally here!! I’m so sorry guys, and I know that I make this excuse every time, but Junior year is literally killing me rn. (+ Free! is really distracting ahhh) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PESTER ME FOR PART 5 I BEG, otherwise I might just forget ok

Genre: Angst, Fluff (I think?) at the starting
Tw: Mentions of abuse
Words: 891
Part 1
Part 2

Part 3


It had been four months now, four months since Phil had shown up at Dan’s door, exhausted both physically and mentally. Four months since Dan had punched Phil’s jack-ass boyfriend and warned him to never, ever touch Phil again. Even after a lot of persuasion from Dan, Phil had decided not to press charges, and Dan respected his wishes and didn’t insist. One thing he did insist on though, was that Phil would move in with him, immediately, and Dan would go and get his stuff. He wasn’t going to allow that asshole to even come a foot within Phil, he just wasn’t. Phil had given in, after a thousand apologies and promises of moving out within a few weeks, all of which were met with resistance from Dan, and a stubborn reply of “I’m not going to let you move out”.

It had been four months, and though Phil wasn’t completely healed, he was well on the way to recovery. Dan would still catch him flinching sometimes, when he moved too suddenly or when they disagreed on something, and he understood. It wasn’t easy to get over something like this, and it definitely wasn’t easy to forget what happened and instantly place your trust in another person. They got along well though, the two of them, at least that was what Dan thought. They could talk for hours endlessly, about insignificant things and small things, but more importantly about things that were important to them, about feelings, and secrets and beliefs and aspirations. Dan was so glad, so happy that he had found someone who he could just talk to, and someone who in return placed their trust in him. Sometimes, Dan would catch Phil deep in thought, a frown on his face. When he asked what was wrong, he got an answer, most of the time, but sometimes he didn’t and that was fine. Dan was still striving to gain Phil’s complete confidence, he wasn’t there yet, but he hoped that he was on the way.

Though to Dan, the best thing was that Phil’s promises of moving out had slowly died down, and were never spoken about again.


2 months later, six months after ‘the incident’

Tired after a day of hard work, both Dan and Phil were slumped on the couch, stir fry dinners in hand and bleary eyes focused on the T.V. Dan had noticed that Phil was acting a bit off, but he wasn’t given a concrete answer when he asked why, so he decided not to press it, it was probably because he was tired anyway.
Now they were sitting in front of the T.V, and Dan heard his name being whispered. It was so slight, Dan wouldn’t have even heard it if there wasn’t a gap in the dialog on T.V.

“Phil?” he asked, “What is it?”

Phil looked flustered, like he hadn’t wanted to be heard, and mumbled something under his breath.

“Phil I literally did not understand a word you said you have to be louder”

Phil sighed loudly and gave him a small smile. “Well, I’m just kinda embarrassed, but I want to tell you. I met someone at work, and he’s really nice and funny and really hot and he asked me out! I couldn’t really believe it at first, cause you know I’m just Phil, but he asked me out, and I said decided to say yes cause I think it’s time I move on. I feel okay too now, like I’m ready to put myself out there again…..”

Phil was rambling now, a big grin plastered onto his face, but Dan had lost him after the first few words. Phil’s words sent pangs of pain through his chest, and he tried to keep his expression neutral. He wanted to be happy for Phil, he was finally moving on, but he couldn’t help how he felt. This always happened to Dan, he was always the pining one, the one who sat at home with his unrequited feelings and his stupid fucking broken heart. This time was especially painful though, because he cared for Phil so much, and it wasn’t some stupid crush that he could get over. He had feelings for him. Feelings that would now have to be thrown out and forgotten about, because Phil was obviously too good for him, and he was stupid to have dreamed such things in the first place.

Dan put on the best fake smile he could muster and hugged Phil tightly.
“I’m so happy for you Phil” he said, trying his best to not show anything other than happiness in his voice.
Phil pulled away from the hug and smiled at him, but then his faced dropped slightly, like he had seen something in Dan, and he frowned and opened his mouth to speak
“Dan, what-“
“I’ll be right back, I, um, I really have to pee” he laughed nervously and dashed out of the room, hurrying to the bathroom before Phil had the chance to say anything. He had to get out of there and deal with his stupid heart, always falling for people that would never love him back.
And this time it had fallen hard, leaving Dan to pick up the pieces and muster up the courage and strength to tape it back together.