my phone was shaking

Justin vs. BTS

I see all the comments and reblogs on this video and y'all are really killing me 😂
and I shake my phone at the end of the video bc I waS SHOOK AND I ended up screaming and I thought I’d save ur poor ears from that

Keagster coda in which Ransom dies and Holster is acting weird

also on ao3

“He’s gone, you know, you can come out.”

Ransom was lying on the floor of the attic, staring up at rafters with his arms splayed at his sides. The bed seemed too far for him to walk when he was in this state. How could he ever walk again when Alexei Mashkov and more importantly, Alexei Mashkov’s ass had been within three feet of him?

“That was so embarrassing,” Ransom moaned, staring up at the ceiling. “You’re going to have to find a new roommate because I’m never showing my face again.”

He’d imagined meeting Tater in various different ways for the last few years, he’d always planned to wow him with his hockey skills. Maybe Tater would show up randomly at one of his games and he’d wait for him after and he’d pull him close and kiss him and tell him that he played beautifully in that thick Russian accent and Ransom would wrap his arms around those thick shoulders and…

“Dude, he’s just a guy,” Holster said, unimpressed. Ransom was vaguely aware of the sound of the mattress creaking across the room as Holster sat down.

“He’s Alexei “Tater” Mashkov,” Ransom said, annoyed. “You’re just a guy. I’m just a guy.”

“Whatever you say, man.”

Ransom’s phone buzzed in his pocket, once, twice…

He reached down and pulled it out

Jack: Can I give Tater your number?

Holy shit. Before Ransom could even process the words Tater and your number in the same sentence his phone buzzed again.

Jack: He asked.

He. Asked. Ransom immediately shot up and ran across the room to fling his phone in Holster’s lap.

“Read. It.”

“He wants your number?”

“He. Wants. My. Number.”

Ransom’s hands were shaking as he took the phone back and sat down next to Holster on the bottom bunk.

“What do I say?”

“You say yes?” Alexei Mashkov wanted his number. Alexei Mashkov, who had spoken exactly four words to during his entire visit.

Ransom: Yeah. Of course. What’s he want with it?

That sounded cool and calm and not like Ransom was freaking out, right?

“Bro, breathe. Come on.” Holster nudged his arm and Ransom stared at him with wide eyes. “This is your second chance, right? If you text him you can actually think about what you’re saying before you say it and he’ll have no idea that you’re a crazy obsessed fan.”

“Screw you,” he muttered. His phone buzzed again and this time…

“IT’S HIM,” Ransom exclaimed, standing up. “Holster, it’s him.”

555-767-9988: Is Alexei ))

555-767-9988: Zimmboni give me your number

“What do I say?”

“Alexei, I love you, let me call you daddy?” Holser said, smirking.

Ransom waved him off. “Stop. This is serious, dude. What do I say?”

“Just…say hi?”

“That’s too boring. He’s going to get bored if I just say hi.”

“Give me the phone.” Holster stood up and grabbed the phone from Ransom’s hand and Ransom immediately tackled him to the ground.

“No! You’re going to say something stupid!” He hissed, as Holster held the phone above his head. “Give it back!”

Holster flipped them over, straddling Ransom’s waist and grinned triumphantly as he typed.

Ransom: Hey. Sorry I didn’t get to talk to you earlier.

“What are you writing? Fuck Holster what are you writing?”

“I just told him you think his ass is better than Jack’s,” he teased, and Ransom let out a wail.

“Get your stupid huge thighs off me and give me my phone!” He exclaimed, pushing Holster backwards so that he could grab the phone from his hands.

Holster handed it back, laughing, and sat up on his forearms, Ransom still half in his lap.

“Fuck. Okay. Fine. This is fine,” Ransom said, looking down at the message. “Shit man, you scared me.”

He looked down at Holster, glasses askew and shirt riding up his torso and laughed. “You’re such a dick.”

“A dick who’s helping you text your idol,” Holster said, grinning and pushing his glasses back into place. “Asshole.”

Tater: Is okay you ran. I have affect like that on people ))))))

“Is that…is he?” That was definitely flirting, right? Ransom couldn’t be sure… He turned the phone to show Holster.

“Dude.” Holster said, sitting up. “That’s gay.”

Ransom sat criss-cross on the floor, phone in his lap. He was just about to reply when the phone buzzed again and Holster hovered behind his back looking at the response.

Tater: Next time will give you autograph

“God he’s cocky,” Holster grumbled, and Ransom nudged his stomach.

“He can afford to be cocky with an ass like that.”

Ransom: Haha that’d be cool actually.

“That’d be cool actually,” Holster mimicked. Ransom glared. Why was he being like this?

“You know I suck at this stuff, man, stop,” Ransom told him. Ever since he broke up with March he’d been trying to get back in the game, and it wasn’t like Alexei Mashkov was queer or even trying to hook up with him, but it was the principle of the thing.

Tater: You are good player too. I watch games with Zimmboni.

“He thinks I’m a good player,” Ransom whispered. Holy shit.

Ransom: Thanks man. Just sucks we didn’t make it farther in the playoffs.

Tater: Some win, some lose )))

“Why is he even texting you, though?” Holster muttered, standing back up.

Ransom looked up, shocked. “Dude. What’s your problem?”

“Don’t have one. I’m just wondering. It’s kinda weird, okay?”

And it was weird, but he was literally texting his celebrity crush and his best bro could be a little happier for him?

“Yeah I mean I don’t get it, but shit man.”

“Yeah, shit.”

This was…awkward. He watched Holster carefully. He was…tense. After all these years playing together, living together, Ransom knew when something was up.

He opened his mouth to ask when Holster turned around abruptly, looking down at him.

“This is your Birthday Keagster, Rans, let’s go down, alright?”

“Yeah, alright.” Holster held a hand out to help him up and his hand lingered before he ran it back through his hair. So weird.

“And eat something! I will take care of your drunk ass if I have to, but I won’t clean up any of your puke even if it is your birthday,” Holster said, grinning. Back to normal.

Ransom laughed. “I’m the one who took care of your drunk ass when you stripped on the pong table last week, but okay.”

“Fuck off,” Holster said, nudging him in the arm.

Back to normal. Ransom grinned and opened the attic door. “It’s my birthday I’ll get shitfaced if I  want to.”

His phone buzzed again with another text from Alexei and he felt Holster physically stiffen at his side.

What the fuck.

He decided to ignore the text for now. He only had a little while longer to enjoy college with his best bud, and even if they were moving in together, everything was about to change.

2

okay so today was pretty GREAT 

I finally got to meet one of my absolute fave human beings in the entire world and he was the sweetest and most beautiful sunshine ever 

I honestly love this man more than anything and to finally meet him irl was just unbelievably emotional, I don’t think it’s completely sunk in yet

(please excuse my face and my hair, i was NOT prepared for meeting the most beautiful person to ever walk this earth today so I look like a complete mess, but that’s okay because I have finally met Gregor and I couldn’t be happier)

I'll Always Write Back [Connor Murphy x Reader]

Title: I’ll Always Write Back

Pairing: Connor Murphy x Reader

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen

Requested: by the lovely @the-murphy-family

Summary: Connor and the reader are friends online, but then find out they’re neighbors too. The reader is homeschooled, so she has no way of hearing the rumors about him. They become best buds and hang out with each other everyday and eventually fall in love

A/N: This was waaaayyy longer than I wanted it to be, so my apologizes in advance. Thanks again to @the-murphy-family for such a fantastic prompt, I’m sorry I rushed the exposition so much. I had so much fun writing this! (If you aren’t already following their blog, I highly suggest it).

Warnings: Connor’s potty mouth | First person reader | Fighting Murphy siblings

It was almost bedtime by the time I’d messaged him. I hadn’t planned on it, by any means. We talked after I’d finished my lessons for the day–he’d skipped school, I saw, which I always thought was off considering his mother was home.

I’d changed into my pajamas–just an oversized t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts–and had begun to tuck myself into bed when I saw him.

He’d left his blind open tonight, and through the window screen I could see him silhouetted perfectly, all the lights in his room blazing. It was nearing 9:30, so I wasn’t too shocked to find he was still awake. The houses were so close together on this side of town and, from the second story window, there was nothing but a four yard distance between our windows–and a drop nearly twice that length.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring straight ahead, giving me a view of his profile, the sharp angle of his jaw, the thin slope of his nose, and the hard jut of his adam’s apple.

 What startled me enough to give pause was the fact he was unnervingly still, unblinking, staring at something I couldn’t see. He wasn’t working on homework or painting his nails or playing that silly candy crush game on his phone. He was just staring.

Too far away for me to make out his expression, I instead rolled over onto my bed, clicking the lights back on and pulling out my phone, opening up the Chat app we used on the daily.

To: Connor
From: Me

What’s up, buttercup?

I wished I could see him–there were certainly nights we sat by the window and messaged back and forth, but starting out that way would mean he knew I saw him lost in whatever pensive state he’d been in, which more often than not would mean he’d be less than willing to talk. In my lap, my phone buzzed to life.

From: Connor
To: Me

Isn’t past your bedtime or something? 

I snorted, starting my own reply before:

From: Connor
To: Me

Are you having trouble sleeping again?

Swallowing thickly, I immediately replied:

To: Connor
From: Me

No, I’m fine. Just bored, checking to see if you were too :)

I tried to wait, give Connor a moment to compose whatever turmoil he’d been sitting in before I asked how he felt, otherwise I’d get a swift ‘okay’ and the conversation would take a dive bomb south at ridiculous speeds.

From: Connor
To: Me

If it’s nudes you’re looking for, sorry to disappoint, but I’m not in the mood tonight, kiddo

I choked, lunging forward in the bed to muffle my embarrassing squawk into my fist. Thank goodness my bed was out of sight of the window, or I’d have to watch Connor chortling at my less than appropriate reaction to his less than appropriate joke.

Connor and I had only been talking for about two months now, after I’d moved out here five months ago. Well, we’d been talking for nearly the entirety of the five months, but I’d only realized it was Connor not all that long ago.

To: Connor
From: Me

Oh no, whatever will I do without seeing your sculpted, rock-hard abs??? ;)

From: Connor
To: Me

Shut up, jerk off

I cackled into my fist, careful to not wake my siblings that slept in the next room over. It had taken a large amount of time to get used to Connor’s rather blunt personality, to put it pleasantly.  He’d always been candid, of course, ever since the first contact I’d had with him on the Chat app (“You swear you aren’t a pedophile, right? Or my dad? That’d be weird as fuck.”) and it had been thrilling to be with someone so open and ready to talk about things. The way he felt. The things he thought. The fact he was afraid.

We didn’t exchange photos for a long time–and I’d never seen Connor outside the house, other than the on and off times he’d flit across his bedroom window like a haunt, never knew his name–but the second his photo flashed on my screen, I knew. Even in the photo he hadn’t been smiling, the same stoic countenance he always wore.

He’d recognized my photo immediately, and had been less than thrilled. It took convincing–a lot of me showing up at the fence between our yards, very nauseous, promising it hadn’t been a mean joke–but he came around.

From: Connor
To: Me

You sure you’re good? You’re quiet

I smiled softly at my phone screen. It was a rare night when Connor had enough energy to be so concerned about others–it wasn’t his fault, I knew, he was just in a bad spot right now. The fact he could consider my feelings for more than a few moments felt remarkable, flattering. But, most importantly, it meant he was doing okay.

To: Connor
From: Me

I’m fine, pls don’t worry :)

To: Connor
From: Me

Are YOU okay?

From: Connor
To: Me

I’m fine, chill out

I rolled my eyes, unsurprised. Deflect and distract, his usually strategy.

From: Connor
To: Me

Can’t see you rn


From: Connor
To: Me

Come to the window

I sat up quickly, going over to shut out the light to blur my image to him. Combing my messy hair with my fingers, I tugged on my oversized shirt so that it covered my mostly exposed legs before throwing open the window and leaning out.

Connor, across the way, had already thrown his window open and was halfway leaning out, his face scrunched in confusion. He tapped something out on his phone, pausing every so often to tuck back the dark locks falling into his face. His other arm was braced on the window ledge, the sleeve of his hoodie pushed up to expose his bare forearms to moonlight, glowing a soft snow hue in the dark. My phone buzzed as he glanced back up at me with an open expression.

From: Connor
To: Me

Turn on the light, dumbass, I can barely see you

I smiled up at him, putting my phone aside to shake my head ‘no’. He frowned, slumping down a little more against the window, his chest pressed to the ledge, before holding his arms up in a 'why not?’ and flipping me the bird.

I typed out a quick response to let him know that my parents thought I was asleep. I watched him read the text, watched his eyebrows furrowed over his deep-set slate eyes, saw him frown, heard him swear under his breath. I bit back a chuckle as he carded his hand through his hair in frustration several times.

I vaguely wondered why this made so little sense–most of our conversation up to this point had been centric of me, but Connor was visibly frustrated (not that he wasn’t frequently) and earlier he’d seemed much to absent to not be upset about something. My phone buzzed to life, casting a blue glow across my face, and I saw Connor’s face stretch in recognition, pleased to make out my expression in the dark.

From: Connor
To: Me

Meet me in the pool house

My heart jackhammered in my chest at the thought of it–sneaking out. He was crazy, he had to be. He knew my parents would murder me for being up this late, let alone sneaking out, and worst of all, meeting a boy.
Not just a boy. Connor.

I felt him watching me from across the divide, at the edge of my vision and could make out where he leaned against the window, propped up on his elbows and head in his hands, hair hanging in his face. Glancing up, meeting his stony gaze, I nodded.

It was immediate, earning a reaction from him. Biting back my chuckle, he scrambled up from where he kneeled against the window ledge, his whole face smiling as he ran from his window without looking back. He was already standing in his backyard, waving wildly before I’d even departed from the window.

I decided against redressing or doing my hair–Connor was waiting and the quicker I got out there the quicker I got back without alerting my parents to my absence. Besides, it was probably too dark in the pool shed for Connor to make out my bare face and frizzy hair anyway, let alone the hair on my legs and the stretch marks on my thighs. As if Connor had the nerve to look to begin with, I snorted.

Sneaking out was surprisingly easy, and Connor had left the gate cracked just enough for me to slip in between. The door to the pool shed–just a small building, hardly smaller than my bedroom, at the edge of the yard–was slightly ajar, and I saw quick movements coming from inside.

Once in the doorway, clicking the door shut behind myself, I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me.

“Connor?” I called, spinning in the dark so that my back rested against the door, ready to exit if necessary. My eyes searched the dark frantically–in vain. There was a small window, vaguely fogged from years of neglect that allowed a slim moon beam to shine in on a small pile of towels and blankets, a little bean bag chair. Connor had told me not too long ago he and Zoe hadn’t played in here for years, which meant it held secrets long forgotten by either of the Murphy children. I felt honored to be inside it.

“Hey,” he breathed, and though I could see him, I recognized his soft voice just to the right side of me, breathy and soft. It’s too dark to make him out, and I noticed he’s careful not to touch me, but I can feel his breath against my ear, warm despite the fact it’s chilly for a June night. I felt goosebumps pimpling along my legs, making the hair stand up on end. I silently thanked the universe for giving me the gift of darkness to veil myself in.

“Feels like it might rain,” I sighed, turning toward the sound of him, the warmth. My bare arms brushed something–maybe cotton, maybe not–but it pulled back immediately away from me, accompanied by a quick intake of breath.

“Christ, don’t talk about the weather,” Connor hissed into the dark, a hard thunk resonating through the shed where he must have leaned his head against the wall, a bit too forcefully. How very Connor of him. “That’s the kind of shit my dad says in the car when he acts like he’s uncomfortable to be near me for more than ten minutes at a time.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, leaning away, and turning to gingerly pick my way across the shed–it was getting late now and I was already beginning to get tired. Connor may be able to stay up until the early morning hours, but I definitely couldn’t be trusted to be awake at eleven.

“Fuck, don’t be sorry, I just meant–shit,” he growled, and I heard another sharp pang against the steel inside of the shed–he’d hit something with his fist, if the metallic clink of what I assumed to be his ring against the sheet metal was any indication.

I stumbled my way to the beanbag chair, collapsing, and letting myself sink into. It smelled a little like chlorine and sun-in hair dye, but it was soft and warm, almost the size of a double bed. I wiggled upright, squinting again to see Connor in the dark now that I took up the only patch of moonlight in the building.

“You aren’t feeling alright, are you?” I asked softly, resting my cheek against the faux suede of the chair, struggling to keep my eyes open. There was a pause.

“That’s not why I asked you over,” he sighed in his tennor, stomping across the room, picking his way, until he flopped down beside me, displacing the insides of the chair and nearly rolling me out of it.

He reached forward with another soft swear, grabbing my shoulder blades to yank me back onto the bean bag bed, rolling me close so that I wouldn’t fall again. I laughed, unsure what was so funny–maybe it was the fact I’d nearly catapulted out of the chair due to all five pounds of Connor “Ribcage” Murphy, or the current situation, my face pressed against the soft cotton of his hoodie, his heartbeat steady and strong against my cheek. I didn’t move away.

To my surprise, Connor didn’t move away either, just kept both arms wrapped around me, hands firmly in place of my scapula as if scared to dip any lower. I felt the dip of his chin against my temple, felt his lips against my scalp.

“Aren’t you freezing?” He whispered, rubbing quick circles between my shoulder blades.

“Quit dodging my question, Con,” I hissed, beginning to pull away before Connor tightened his grip–surprisingly strong for a boy with such lithe wrists.

“But you are cold,” he muttered, slipping one hand down from my shoulder to my bare arms, rubbing in quick patterns there, attempting to make some sort of friction between us.

God, my parents would kill me if they saw me now.

I want to he clear I wasn’t under any pretenses–this wasn’t, er, Connor hadn’t called me out here so that we could, well–

“I’m fine, Connor,” I promised, taking advantage of the moment to fold my arms against him, trapping them between the heat of our bodies, letting my cheek rest idly against his chest. Connor didn’t like me, I knew, but in the dark shed…well, it was easy to pretend.

It was always easy to pretend to be someone else with Connor.

“You wanna talk about what’s going on with you right now?” I said with a false bravado, thumping his chest lightly with my fist. “You can’t hide anything from me, Connor Murphy. I know you too well.”

“You don’t know anything, dumbass,” he grumbled half-heartedly, and I felt him lean forward to press his face into my hair. “You don’t know shit.”

“So you’re lying to me?” I baited with a smile, tapping his chest, feeling his frustrated sigh and rewarding him with a light laugh. “I didn’t think so. I’m here for you, you know.”

“I know,” he growled, sighing heavily, taking one hand off my back to push his hair away, before letting me go entirely to roll onto his back. His thin fingers covered his face, the black fingernails scratching frustratedly against his pale face. “I just–I don’t, I don’t know how to–shit.”

I leaned forward to tap his chest again, letting him know I was here. “Just talk it out. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

He shocked me by reaching forward with one hand, knotting his fingers with my own and letting them linger against his chest. I was grateful he couldn’t make out my expression from his position, grateful for the fact he couldn’t feel my face flush. I’d never been this close with a boy in my life, and Connor knew that. He wasn’t being fair, and I was sure he knew that too.

Unless he didn’t. Connor had a bad habit of selling himself short. I bit back the urge to press a kiss to his bony knuckles.

“I know,” he whispered, voice suddenly hoarse. He was worse than I thought. “Um, it’s harder now? I guess. I trust you–I mean, I always trusted you. It’s um, it’s harder because the anonymity is gone, I guess? I’m worried now that you know who I am–what I am–you’re gonna get bored of me?”

I didn’t laugh this time. His voice was thick and rapid as if he couldn’t hold back the word vomit, like he’d been holding it back for a while. My own throat felt thick, and I couldn’t contain the guilty feeling in my stomach. I rolled forward, wrapping my arms around his thin waist, feeling his hip bone press against mine sharply. I was careful not to look at his face–it’d shut him down for sure.

“Connor…I need you just as much as you need me, you know that right?” I whispered, trying too hard not to let him hear the panic in my voice.

“I know,” he rasped shallowly, sounding oddly wet. He was crying, I realized stupidly. My heart constricted in my chest, my stomach dropping. He was in pain and I had barely noticed. This was all my fault.

“And even if I didn’t need to vent, if I didn’t need your support, I’d still talk to you because I like you, Connor. You’re my friend. You’re a good person,” I whispered.

“Shut up.”

“You are,” I continued. “You’re a great person and you’re always looking after me, even when you’re hurt. I’m so sorry you’re hurting, Connor, I’m so sorry I didn’t notice–”

“I’m not hurting! Shut up!”

“Shhhh,” I hushed, sitting up to remind him to be quiet. “You’re parents are gonna–”

His face was red. His nose and lips were swollen, wet, and his cheeks, flecked with silver freckles glowing lightly in the moonlight beam he laid in, and there were tear tracks running from the corners of his eyes.

“Connor,” I cried softly, reaching up to wipe his cheek. “Please–”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he sobbed wetly, hands folding up to cover his face. “Just fucking get out, okay? This was a mistake.”

“Hey, hey,” I soothed frantically, reaching up to pet his hair, hoping that it might make him unfold himself. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong. I’m gonna help, Connor, whatever you need. I want to help you, please.”

“I’m not your responsibility, kid, okay? You can leave. Stop looking at me, Christ.”

“No,” I sighed. “Look, if you don’t wanna talk, that’s okay. That’s okay. Just, let me stay, okay? I’m not judging you, I’m not gonna leave, I promise. I’m here for you. Let me be your friend.”

He shook underneath me, holding in sharp sobs. I wondered how long it’s been since he let himself fall apart like this, let himself have some kind of catharsis, let himself feel, period.

This relapse was good. It was under control. I was here. I had him.

“Okay,” he whispered finally, reaching up to tangle his hands in my hair. “Christ, just–don’t tell anyone, okay? Don’t laugh.”

“I won’t,” I promised. “I’m not. I’m here, okay? You don’t have to talk.”

“Okay. Okay…thanks.”

I might have imagined it, as I lowered my head back to his chest, might have imagined in between the soft presses of his fingers as they moved in and out of my, might have imagined, just briefly, the feeling of his lips pressed against my hair.

———-

The next morning was awkward. My parents and siblings showed no knowledge of the fact I’d snuck out to see Connor last night–it wasn’t as if they weren’t aware we were friends, to my parents chagrin and the Murphys’ delight, but I didn’t need them to think we were involved in some sort of torrid tryst, especially one we weren’t even having.

I left a few hours after Connor had slowly ceased his wet and much needed lament and his breathing had turned into a soft snore. I untangled myself from his arms, and leaned back for awhile to watch him sleep, tried to ignore how angelic he looked, red faced and weepy with silver freckles glowing mutely in the patch of moonbeam.

I’d sent him a quick text to let him know I wanted to return before my parents woke up, let him know I’d be by the next day. Told him to  message me if he wanted to talk again.

Now I was waiting for my mother to finish grading my papers for the day so I could to see Connor, who didn’t have school today thanks to some silly teacher institute, lucky loser. The American school system was a joke, to be quite honest.

“You’re jumpy,” my mother noted, scribbling something in the margins of my paper without looking up at me.

“I was gonna ask if I could go over to the Murphy’s? I haven’t talked to Zoe in a long time,” I asked sheepishly, scratching at my arm.

“And Connor, hmm?” My mother hummed thoughtfully, giving a smirk to my workbook.

“Connor’s cool,” I said honestly, nonetheless feeling a guilty lump rise in my throat.

“He’s a good boy,” she mused. “He always helps me with groceries if he’s outside.”

“Which is never,” muttered one of the younger kids, earning a kick under the table from me. My mom just smiled softly.

“Go ahead, honey. Call if you’re going to be longer than an hour.”

I thanked her, nearly sprinting out the door, my twin braids slapping against my back as I skipped between the yards. Zoe was at the door before I knocked, leading me into the kitchen, announcing me loudly in a way that would’ve earned a talking to at my house.

Cynthia appeared in the doorway, looking radiant, albeit a bit tired. Her face smiled brightly at me.

“Honey! It’s so good to see you, it’s been so long since you’ve stayed for dinner–Larry, tell Connor she’s here!–Zoe’s missed you, you should stay the night, right Zoe?–Larry, call Connor–Would that be alright with your parents? Stay for dinner then stay the night? I can run out and rent some movies and snag a pizza–Larry!

Zoe just rolled her eyes, yanking me down the steps past her mother and into the basement. Her grip on my arm was vice like, almost painful and definitely excessive. Her pretty red hair blew up in my face, making the already dark room even harder to see through the haze of her auburn locks. She practically shoved me onto the couch, following me by slamming down beside me.

“Zoe–”

“I saw you last night.”

My pulse hammered in my throat, and I felt all the blood rush swiftly to my face, making me dizzy.

“What?”

“I saw you. I told Mom. I don’t think Dad–”

“What do you mean?” I gasped, throwing my hands between us. Zoe blinked rapidly.

“You and Connor. In the shed. Last night. Christ, it was only ten, you could’ve been sneaky about it–”

“Zoe, we didn’t do anything,” I pleaded. God, if the Murphys knew, they’d tell my parents–

“You don’t really expect me to believe that, do you?” She sighed, pushing her hair back out of her eyes. “Whatever, okay? You don’t have to tell me, I don’t give a shit as long as you aren’t pregnant. Just–because you’re my friend, I want you to know some things. Are you gonna listen?”

I thought better than to argue with Zoe, so I nodded shyly.

“Look, I know you and Connor are friends. That’s fine, whatever. But you don’t see Connor at school. You don’t see Connor here, not really. Not what he’s like when you aren’t here.”

I felt my heart constrict. She was going to try to convince me to stop talking to Connor.

“He’s mean. You don’t think it’s weird you’re his only friend? He’s a bully. He’s lazy. He’s violent, Christ–he’s my brother, I love him. But you shouldn’t…you shouldn’t take him seriously, okay? One day his temper is gonna flip and you’re gonna be in his way.”

I blinked, stunned that Zoe would say something so slanderous about her own brother.

“I don’t understand,” I said softly, staring across at her. It was no wonder Connor was so upset, why he had to reach out to strangers on the Internet to vent. His own home was a war zone.

Zoe sighed heavily. “You aren’t at school. You don’t hear the rumors. You don’t see the things he does. If you wanna be friends, fine, but…be careful. I wouldn’t let him anywhere near your heart.”

I didn’t argue with Zoe–I thought better of it. So I just nodded.

“Thanks for, um. Thanks for the warning,” I said with a thick voice, struggling to maintain sincerity.

“You’re welcome,” she sighed. “Mom thinks you’re dating. She’s over the moon. It’s disgusting.”

“I thought you thought we were dating,” I pried, raising an eyebrow. Zoe rolled her eyes, hitting me with a deadpan expression.

“As if Connor could ever get someone like you. As if Connor could even feel something remotely close to love–I’m half convinced his chest is an icebox,” she laughed dryly.

“Talking about me, are we?”

We both spun, wide eyed to see Connor on the stairs, arms folded.

“No, go ahead, I’ll wait. I love hearing stories about myself. Tell me again Zoe about how I’m in love with her?” He hissed, making my face burn red in shame. I felt awful for letting Zoe talk about him that way–worse because Connor made it painful clear he didn’t reciprocate any feelings I might’ve had for him.

Wait. I didn’t have feelings. Connor was a friend. A good friend. A friend who needs me and who doesn’t deserve to be taken advantage of, not until he’s okay. Not ever.

“Never said that,” Zoe said with a smirk, rising from the couch gracefully. “But keep digging your grave, it’s fun to watch.”

“Fuck you,” he growled.

“Fuck you,” she grinned. “I’d love to watch your train wreck love admission, Titanic is on, and at least that story has a happy ending.”

Connor kept a white knuckled grip on the banister as she passed, as if holding in an urge to push her. He kept his blazing eyes downcast, and noted his pale cheeks were burning red.

“What’d she tell you?” He whispered once the door slammed.

“Nothing true,” I promised, leaning forward on the couch to make room for him, patting the seat beside me. “Nothing that changed my mind.”

His head snapped up, and I watched his expression go from rage to disbelief to awe before he descended the stairs, shaking. He stopped before the couch, as if scared to come near me, staring down in awe.

“What did my mom say to you?”

I shook my head. “Not much. She asked if I could spend the night. Only if you want me to, though.”

He laughed, but the smile didn’t quite reach his face. “Only if I want you to, Christ, where did I find you?”

“The Internet,” I reminded, earning another laugh.

“Of course I want you to,” he sighed, finally coming to sit beside me. “Of course I want–”

He cut himself off, surprising me, before slinging an arm around my shoulder. I stiffened, but eventually melted against him, reminding myself that it was just Connor.

“You wanna watch a movie? I hear they’re playing Titanic or something.”


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It’s two am when I wake up, taking a quick mental assessment of where I am. There’s a soft blue glow burning my eyes, shining over what appears to be a nest of blankets piled roughly on the floor.

The Murphy’s basement, I realized with a jolt, I’m just at the Murphy’s.

I’m in a pair of Connor’s pajamas–Zoe’s clothes don’t quite fit me right–an oversized black shirt and a pair of sweats Cynthia brought down in a laundry hamper. My braids have long since come loose, the desperate curls tangling wildly around my head.

Beside me, Zoe is snoring, almost comically, every so often a nostril whistles in time to the soft sound of Dexter’s Lab playing on the tv.

There’s a hand, dangling just above my head. The pale fingers were curved artistically, the nails too short as if they’ve been bitten recently and the black nail polish chipped hopelessly. It’s attached to an arm, long and thin, almost angular, and up farther is a shoulder, bare, pressed against a red coffee stained couch.

Connor.

“You’re awake,” he whispered in a conspiratory voice, but when I sat up to make contact, there’s no sly smirk. He’s frowning. “You are having trouble sleeping.”

I shook my head. “Stop worrying about me, Connor.”

“No,” he rasped, sitting up on the couch. I avoided looking too long at his bare chest, but regardless indulged nonetheless.

“You haven’t been sleeping,” I noted, coming to sit by him on the couch. He immediately opened the blanket, giving me room to slide in beside him, before throwing it around both of us so we could settle back against the couch. His bare skin was warm, and I let him take both my hands between his, letting him rub my hands between his in an attempt at some warmth.

“Been thinking too much,” he sighed softly. “Don’t worry about it.”

I swallowed, beginning to feel the effects of sleeplessness and helplessness melt together in a fatal concoction.

“I can’t help if you don’t let me, Connor,” I reminded him, pressing closer. “Let me help. What are you thinking about?”

He leaned away, as if I’d burned him, dropping my hands into his lap and looking away, the thin muscle of his cheeks hollowing as he clenched his jaw. “Can’t say.”

“Connor,” I pleaded. “Please let me help. I want to. I’m begging.”

“No,” he growled. I felt tears beginning to build, to my own horror, behind my eyes.

“Connor, can you just–”

You.”

It was an explosion. We both froze, turning in horror to glance at Zoe, waiting to breathe until we heard the soft whistle of her nose again. I turned slowly, terrified back to Connor. His eyes were wide, and if I didn’t have my fingers wrapped around his knee, I swore he might try to run.

“Me?” I asked softly, careful not to wake Zoe. Connor pursed his lips, his jaw twitching nervously.

“Fuck, yes, you, just–shit, I didn’t wanna say that–”

I leaned away, watching Connor’s face contort farther.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered heatedly. “I’m sorry if I did something wrong. You want me to go, right? I’m really sorry, Connor–”

“What?” He nearly yelled. “You think–fuck.”

His head ducked, to my great surprise, against my shoulder, pressing his face into the crook of my neck and, of all things, began to laugh.

“Connor–”

“You think–Christ, it’s like you aren’t even real. You think I’m mad at you?”

He pulled away, his face no longer red or swollen, just smiling softly at me, almost awe struck, and staring intently with his slate eyes.

“I…I’m not sure?” I whispered, but not feeling at all nervous when Connor snaked his hands gently up my arms again.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered suddenly, shocking me. “And you have no idea that you’re perfect. Christ.”

I frowned. “Connor. I don’t…I don’t think I understand.”

But he was still looking at me–eyes scanning slowly over my face, landing suddenlyhalf-lidded on my lips, and it suddenly all clicked into place. Why Zoe would warn me. Why Cynthia acted the way she did. Why Connor was so scared in the first place.

I remember Zoe saying how over the moon Mrs. Murphy was at the idea of Connor and I dating–because that meant Connor would have me. It meant Connor would be happy.

It meant I would have Connor.

It was like a sudden dam had broken open inside me, filling me with more revelations as Connor’s hands lifted to cup the back of my head, his eyes soft, scared, and asking as they met mine. I let a quick exhale before I surged forward, slamming out mouths together much too forcefully, and not at all enjoyably.

I laughed–much too loud–but Connor kept back to the task at hand, his eyes closed in concentration, swallowing my outburst and folding me against his (very, very bare) chest and kissing me deeper, slower. It was painfully obvious he didn’t know what he was doing, but so much about the kiss was still tender and important, warming me from my core outward until I was scratching to wind my arms around him, getting him as close to me as I possibly could, kissing back to make sure he knew how much I wanted this. How much I wanted him.

How much I needed him. Anything he needed, I’d give him. Now and forever and–

“If you two are gonna fuck, can you do it in the bathroom or something? I’m trying to sleep.”

Connor and I pulled apart–causing me to stumble backwards against the arm of the couch gracelessly and staring at Zoe as she rolled over with her back to us.

I dared a peek back at Connor, whose lips were pink and wet despite their dry skin splitting with the force of his wide, wide smile.  His eyes were glowing brightly, almost burning as he raked them over me. The flannel blanket was pooled behind his back where it had been wrapped around us, and he just simply opened his arms again, inviting me back. His pale chest–pock marked with freckles, clusters on his ribs–was striped with pink lines from where my fingers had raked in a desperate attempt to give him validation.

I crawled forward, pressing my face against his neck in a hazy attempt to bring my breathing back to a normal speed.

“You okay?” I asked, running my fingertips over his shoulders, fighting the urge to word vomit an unholy collection of questions about who and what we were. Connor Murphy, post kiss. Connor Murphy, still life, smiling with wet, swollen, bloody lips. Connor Murphy standing at the edge of happiness, jumps over the ledge.

He nodded against me, fighting with his own dark curls where they made an attempt to cloud my cheeks in an adoring way. Cute, I decided.

“Okay? I’m,” he sighed, laughing and wrapping his arms around me to squeeze tightly. “I’m…you have no idea.”

“Better than nudes?” I teased. He snorted, embarrassed.

“I’m positive. Although–”

I hit him.

“Okay, kidding! Jeez…” he pulled away, cupping my face lightly, pushing the hair back out of my eyes like I was a child. It felt fantastic, he was right, as I searched through the galaxies in his eyes, his pale skin illuminated by the hazy blue glow of the television. It felt so far past amazing, being held like I was the only person he knew how to see. He cleared his throat, and I saw his eyes were brimming with an emotion I couldn’t name.

“You, uh,” he laughed nervously under his breath. “You have to know I love you.”

It was a startling blow, knocking all the air out of me and forced a bubbling laugh to fly out of my lungs. Connor’s smile wavered slightly, so I popped up to press a soft kiss to the cleft of his chin.

“I know,” I sighed, giddy with the realization it was true. “I know. And you know I trust you more than anyone. You know I love you.”

It was like watching him crack open, the way all the uncertainty was cleared from his face, a wave of joy and triumph.

“You love me?” He asked so softly, so awestruck, I felt my heart shake in my chest. I’d barely started to nod before he surged forward to kiss me again, small and chaste pecks across my face and neck, the bridge of my nose, my temples.

He was okay. We were okay. We were going to be just fine.

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[request prompt: an imagine where the reader gets her wisdom teeth out and is super out of it and her bff Peter offers to take her home. So she is rambling on about stuff and peter offers to carry her and she’s Iike no way petey I love you but youre weak and he picks her up and then he takes care of her and she falls asleep and peter stays until her mom gets home and then her mom accidentally reveals she never stops talking about peter because she likes him and then he next day he asks her out and it’s fluff???]

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Hard Times

Request: Peter Parker x Reader where the reader gets kidnapped for leverage and gets tortured but Peter comes to save her.

Warnings: Language, depiction of violence/torture?

Word Count: 1068

A/N: Written in Peter’s POV || This made me super emo but I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted!! Also, SUPER SORRY that it took me so long, I had writer’s block for Peter but now I’ve come through! @painting-tragedies

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Me: I’m so tired of the fandom, everything is exhausting, idk if I have the energy anymore

Louis: [posts thirteen seconds of a song]

Me: [posts twenty times in seven minutes, screams at my phone, begins to shake, loses all sense of poise and dignity, freaks the fuck out]

When I'm feeling bratty
  • <p> <b>Daddy:</b> Baby where is my phone?<p/><b>Me:</b> ...I dunno...<p/><b>Daddy:</b> Yes you do, where is it?<p/><b>Me:</b> *shakes head* nu no!<p/><b>Daddy:</b> Are you lying to me? *Does the daddy stare*<p/><b>Me:</b> *slowly looks away and nods*<p/><b>Daddy:</b> Where is it?<p/><b>Me:</b> *Looks away the other way*<p/><b>Daddy:</b> *Walks over and grips my hair and forces me to look at him and does the daddy stern voice* Where is it?<p/><b>Me:</b> *Squeaks* Under my butt!<p/><b>Daddy:</b> *Bursts out laughing*<p/></p>

I’m now going to tell you about the most magical and amazing experience I’ve ever had and ever will have. This post is SO long so go grab some popcorn 🍿

So on October 2nd I was working a nightshift. It was little to do and just went in and checked my emails. I saw two emails from twitter saying Taylor Nation had sent me a DM!! I panicked so bad and went on my twitter to check if it was real. And on my twitter I have two DMs from Taylor fucking Nation. I stared shaking so bad and could barely breathe. The message said *CONFIDENTIAL MESSAGE* and that they have a secret, special event they would like to talk to me about, and to send my full name, phone number and best time to contact me. Have you ever tried typing in details like that while your hands are shaking so bad like you’re on drugs?! ITS HARD MAN! I obviously gave them my details (duh), and told them my lips are sealed and it sounds so exciting! Then I panicked cos I thought my reply was too late, and had to ask if I was too late, and then I apologised for sending them so many messages 😂 They said “haha you’re all good, thanks doll”. Then I was supposed to take care of newborns and their moms and stay calm at the same time. IT WAS SUCH A STRUGGLE! I had to go to the bathroom to try and breathe.

We were not supposed to tell ANYONE, but I just had to send my friend Lyndsay a message saying it’s important to check you DMs on twitter often. And she replied “I know, you too…” and I just KNEW she had gotten a message too. If she replied with something different I wouldn’t have told her anything. We started freaking out together and it was beautiful.

I didn’t know when to expect a phone call, all I knew was that I need to have my phone on sound at all times. Like you can’t miss the most important phone call of your life! I had an evening shift the next day and told work I just have to have my phone on sound cos I’m waiting for a very important phone call. Every time my phone rang I just immediately panicked 😂. I can’t remember the time but I was at work and in a patients room when my phone started ringing. I quickly said “sorry I have to take this” and ran out of the room. I look at my phone and it’s calling from New York 😱 I die and start shaking and answer. It was Ali calling from Taylor Nation!! She confirmed it was the right person she was talking too and gave me some more details. It was going to be a secret special event in London on Friday the 13th of October from 4pm-11pm. She asked if I was going to be able to make travel arrangements and I was like “duh YAS OF COURSE”. She told me I could bring a plus’s one, and since I knew that Lyndsay was already going, I gave them my friend Alex’s details. She told me again that this was confidential and I couldn’t speak about it to anyone except my parents, guardian and boss at work. I was going to get more information early the week following. I probably sounded like the most bored person cos I was IN SHOCK, like I was just “yeah” “uhu”, “yes”, and didn’t show any excitement at all 😂. She hung up and continuing work was the hardest thing EVER!

I made travel arrangements and sorted hotels with my friends. I was already going to London on the Sunday till Wednesday before the event on Friday, so I knew the week would go quick anyways. On Sunday evening I out of the blue get an email. I was at the hotel with my mom having a pamper evening, and I was SO THROWN OFF COS I THOUGHT I WOULD GET IT ON MONDAY OR TUESDAY. My mom filmed my reaction to getting this email and it shows how Taylor Swift makes me feel nearly 24/7 😂. The email again said that it was confidential and not to post anything about it or tell anyone. They gave us an address for a Holiday In hotel where we were going to meet up. They said not to bring too much personal belongings cos this was going to be taken off us as well as our phones. AT THIS POINT I STARTED TO BE MORE CERTAIN THAT I WAS GOING TO A SECRET SESSION. Hence my reaction to getting the email lol. I still tried to not get my hopes up, and tried to tell myself that maybe I’ll get to hear a new song and have a swiftie party. Good thing I was in London and could get myself an outfit. OMG IVE NEVER BEEN MORE STRESSED ABOUT FINDING AN GOOD OUTFIT EVER!! I did find it by the help of my really good friend!

THIS STORY IS GETTING SO LONG, sorry 😂 Well done for getting this far. I’m going to skip forward to Friday now (aka the best day of my life).

So, FRIDAY THE 13TH. I get up at 4am to catch my flight to London. My stomach is doing backflips trying to catch butterflies cos I was so excited and nervous and anxious at the same time. I couldn’t listen to any Taylor music cos I would just start to cry, so I ended up listening to P!nks new album (which is amazing btw). When I get to London I meet up with Lyndsay, Megan and Alex. We head to the hotel where we are going to stay and to meet up. Here we get dressed and as I was to put my makeup on I realise that I’ve forgotten all my make up and I go in a full on panic. IM SUCH AN IDIOT! Luckily Megan had makeup I could borrow. After we got ready we headed down to outside the hotel. There were loads of girls with red lipstick and dresses so we knew we were in the right place 😍. We qued up outside, they were running late, think we stood outside for 40 minuets maybe. We then got to the front of the line and inside (finally cos I was freezing my ass of). Taylor Nation was there ready to sign us in!! We signed a confidentiality contract and showed our ID and GOT OUR WRISTBAND!!! (KANDJFJRJDJ)!! It said United Kingdom on it, written in reputation font!!! SO EXCITING! We then went down the stairs to a room with lots of chairs in. There were refreshments, and hot drinks (yay for cold me!) for us while we waited for further instructions.

Then we were told to leave our stuff behind, including phone, and the first 25 people went on a bus. Me and Alex got on the second bus. Now I stared getting SO nervous, it’s ridiculous. Before we went on we where scanned by security. Then the bus took off! We drove a title while and was driving through the most posh neighbourhood EVER, like I WANNA LIVE THERE! The bus stopped and we were told to be quiet while we went off. I realised we were at a house, and you could only guess I was thinking we were at TAYLORS HOUSE!! There were lots of security while we were taken in a back entrance of the house and in through the basement. I had to knock on the door 😂 (so I could say I knocked on Taylor Swifts door, I know I’m extra 😂). We got scanned by security again before we were taken up to the kitchen. GUYS, THIS HOUSE IS AMAZING!! ITS SO HUGE. We still haven’t by this point been told where we are, but duh 🙄. I KNEW we were at Taylor’s house. Her kitchen is beautiful! She has 4 ovens!! There were lots of snack on the counters. Homemade chicken nuggets, fruit, cheese and fizzy drinks. There were also REP cookies!! And REP m&ms! SO COOL! Andrea and Scott was also in the kitchen talking to other fans. Me and Alex just hung around and talked to a few people. Then Lyndsay and Megan arrived, we hugged each other cos they also realised where we were. We then ended up talking to Scott. He has never been to Norway!! And I told him he neeeeeds to come here.

Her house smells AMAZING. I obviously had to see which candles she was burning so I could by them 😂. We were then told to get in a line as we were going to a different room. This was after everyone had arrived and had some food. Me, Alex, lyndsay and Megan were quite up front as we were taken to a living room. There were cushions on the floor and we sat down. I sat down not even thinking about where. Me and Alex chose a high cushion and shared it. A 100 people was going to fit in this room and it got really tight! When everyone had found a spot there was some whispering and the door opened a little. THEN THE QUEEN THAT IS TAYLOR SWIFT WALKS INTO THE FUCKING ROOM AND IM SCREAMING. We were so loud! I FUCKING LOVE HER SO MUCH 😭😭 Like I couldn’t believe she was like right there in the same room as me. As I was having difficulties breathing she sat down like 2 meters away from me and Alex, we had such a good view of her like OMG. Then she said we were going to hear the whole FUCKING ALBUM AND WE DIED. We now knew this was A FUCKING SECRET SESSIONS PEOPLE! SHE ALSO SAID SHE HANDPICKED EVERYONE! I FUCKING DIED! TAYLOR HAS LURKED ME FOR A YEAR WITHOUT ME KNOWING 😭😭 I’ve never had a like or a follow, and I don’t have many followers on any social media. STILL SHE FOUND ME! I’m got eye contact with her so many times during the listening 😭😭😍! SHE IS SO HAPPY TOO!! I JUST LOVE HER SO MUCH! AND IM TELLING YOU GUYS THIS ALBUM IS BLODDY AMAZING. (If you think you are stupid enough that I’m going to tell anything about the album, you are being funny, don’t bother asking 😉)

After she had pledged the album we got to look through the magazines!!! THEY ARE AMAZING AND IM SO HAPPY I WILL BE ABLE TO BUY ONE WHEN THEY COME OUT!! Then we waited to meet her JENFBDJSSHHSHDB 😭. I was getting so nervous by this point. Like I was going to meet the one person who has been there for me for so many years and I get to tell her how much I love her. We were one of the earlier ones to be sent in to meet her. Megan and Lyndsay were in front of us and a free they finished it was our turn.

I RAN OVER TO HER AND HUGGED HER AND SHE DIDNT LET GO UNTIL I DID 😭😭 I just couldn’t believe what was happening. She then hugged Alex and told me SHE FUCKING LOVE MY OUTFIT! She said “I love this whole outfit situation going on” I died. I told her that it’s not something I wear a lot and she said “you should definitely do!” IM OBVIOUSLY NEVER TAKING THIS OUTFIT OFF. Alex then said he wanted to wear the same outfit but we couldn’t match so he said I could wear it, and she laughed 😂 I love how we had a sarcastic conversation with Taylor Swift 😂 She then laughed at Alex’s apology for his bored resting face. I’m SO PROUD OF HIM SPEAKING TO TALOR, you have no idea! ❤️❤️ Then we were told to move to the side a bit cos they were going to open up the front door (so no one could see she was living there). This gave us more time with her and I’m so grateful! I then asked her about anxiety with singing and she gave me tips on singing and performing in front of people. TAYLOR FUCKING SWIFT GAVE ME ADVISE ON SINGING AND PERFORMING!! JJDNDJDJFJRJD. Alex then thanked her for giving him the best friends ever and she hugged us both again 😍 Then it was time for picture. We didn’t plan a pose, we just took one. SHE RESTED HER HEAD ON ME AND I SISNT NOTICED BEFORE I SAW THE PIC! It’s so adorable 😍 There were so much more I wanted to tell her, wish I had a few more minutes but I guess she had ALOT of other people to meet.

We then went out in the hallway and ended up talking to Andrea. She reminds me so much of my mom!! She is also a bit similar! I told her about my mom and that she was worried I was sleeping in the airport by my self the following night. We then talked about how happy Taylor is and she was tearing up 😭 It was so beautiful to see how happy her parents were for her 😍😍 We gave her a biiiiig hug and then walked down to the basement again. There we stood trying to comprehend what just happened. I still don’t believe it, don’t know if I ever will? We then got merch!!! We got a REP tote bag, pop socket, t-shirt, a sticker, a cap and the best thing ever, a exclusive keychain that only us on the secret sessions London got. IT WAS SO NICE OF THEM! We were then sent on the bus back to the hotel. There we spoke to Ali about confidentially again and what we could talk about and not. She is so sweet!! Megan and Lyndsay old us TAYLOR KNEW WE WERE IN NASHVILLE TOGETHER 😭😭 OMG!!

When we came back to the hotel I called my mom and SOBBED. I couldn’t even talk to her cos I was crying too much. Then I posted online on my social media about what happened and my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.

I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR TALOR SWIFT. THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR THIS!! And thank you to Taylor Nation for giving us this opportunity, it means so much to us ❤️ The picture ended up perfect and I’m going to hang it on my wall so I can stare at it everyday 😍 I’ve been crying since Sunday cos this has been so so emotional to me. I can’t even tell people what happened without crying.

@isturkeyanickname

I’m sorry this story is a mile long 😂

Thank you so much @taylorswift and @taylornation

Rye & Lies | 1

Originally posted by gotjimin

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Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Angst & Smut
Word count: 3,592

Summary: You don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours but in this moment you could care less. He was gorgeous and you were desperate to be touched.

A/N: Let’s not talk about the title, okay. I’m not good with titles.
SURPRISE ! Here’s a Hoseok smut that no one asked for except for me!! Because that man is making me feel some type of way even more so than usual. 


He believed you didn’t know.

Thought he was sly and a good liar. That you were oblivious and naïve to everything that was happening behind your back.

But you knew.

You could smell her on the collar of his dress shirts when he’d draw you into his chest. Taste the flavour of her lipstick that lingered on his lips.

He hid a smile full of secrets behind the rim of his coffee cup when he replayed the way her body felt beneath his fingers. Thoughts of her occupied his mind from morning to night and with each new memory of her; ones of you faded away.  

“Sorry I’m late,” He’d say “Work ran longer than expected.” Was always his excuse.

You’d never question further, just sat back in silence and simply watched as the distance grew deeper and the lies tangled together. It was suffocating and wretched to know that he probably touched her the same way he touched you when the lights were low and life outside was quite.

But what were you to do when your marriage could not be nullified for the sake of saving face and avoiding the tainting of either your family names. A contract marriage was nothing but complicated business that a woman of your nature had no place jeopardizing.  

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Me: *sat on the bus listening to the Ninjago OST* “Gonna reach that place we call Ninjago!”

Bus: *Stops at a bus stop with a Ninjago movie ad*

Me:

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New Girl - Eight

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven // Nine | Ten


NOTIFICATIONS
3 days ago
Tommy Phantom👻: please come home. 8:46 PM
Tommy Phantom👻: we need to talk. 8:47 PM
Tommy Phantom👻: so, you’re not even going to read my messages? 8:51 PM
Tommy Phantom👻: i’m trying. 10:00 PM


2 days ago
Tommy Phantom👻: i really miss you 4:32 AM
Tommy Phantom👻: when are you coming home? 8:27 AM
Tommy Phantom👻: i stopped by the school, where were you? 12:34 AM
Tommy Phantom👻: i miss yiuo so mucxh… i miss fightuing with you 11:43 PM
Haz🤓: Tom’s drunk. I took his phone away, sorry about that. Miss you. :( 11:45 PM


Today
#TeamJacob, Haz🤓: Lunch today? 9 seconds ago

I smiled at my phone, actually happy to see a message. I typed out a quick ‘when and where?’ and hit send, going back to grading my kids’ short stories. “Hey,” I said, hearing a set of footsteps coming into the room. I looked up at Zendaya, smiling until I saw the distraught look on her face. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. You have any single guy friends?” My eyebrows furrowed.

“What? What happened to that guy you were seeing? That ‘mystery boy’?” She shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair, she seemed aggravated.

“He’s an asshole and we called it off.” I nodded in understanding, I knew about assholes all too well nowadays.

“Well, Harrison’s single!”

“NO.” She shouted, I flinched from the sound and she immediately apologized. “It’s just, he’s your roommate. It’ll be weird.” She said through gritted teeth. I nodded slowly, not wanting to upset her more. We heard a light knock on the door and turned to see Lizeth, Zendaya’s roommate, come in. “Hey, Lizzy. What’s up?”

“The British boy ask me out,” her Russian accent was very clear, “I go out tonight. What he like?”

“What British boy?” I asked, thinking about Tom.

“The blonde, with blue eyes.”

“Harrison!” I said, slightly relieved. “You’re going out with Harrison?” She nodded. “Well, he’s very nice. So, be nice to him. Okay?” Zendaya rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, Lizzy, he’s a class A gentleman, show him a real good time.” I picked up the sarcastic tone she held and asked Liz if she could give Z and I a minute, she shrugged and left.

“What’s wrong with you?” She shook her head.

“Nothing, let’s talk about you.” She sat on her bed, looking at me as I turned in the desk chair, facing her. “When are you going to talk to Tom? You have to go back home, babe,” I sighed, running my hands over my face. “You have to tell Tom you can’t be with him if he’s still hung up on Lucy.” I nodded. I knew she was right. Tom loved Lucy, and I needed him to tell me directly, to admit it to himself. I heard my phone go off and saw a text from Harrison and Jacob.

#TeamJacob, Haz🤓: Umami burgers, two hours?

Me: sure! see u then, nerds!

“I’m meeting Haz and Jacob for lunch, wanna come with?” Z plastered a strained smile and shook her head. “Are you and Harrison fighting?” She shook her head again. “Alright… I’m gonna talk to Haz and Jacob about what I saw the other day. I feel like they don’t know about Tom and Lucy’s situation as well as they think they do.” Zendaya nodded, getting up and walking over to hug me.

“Love you, kid,” she kissed the top of my head, getting up to go to her closet.

“I’m going to the gym.” My eyebrows furrowed.

“You hate the gym.”

“Yeah, well I want to punch something.”

“Hey!” I ran up to the table and Jacob was the first one to hug me, crushing me in his arms. “Jacob, too. tight!”

“Please come back home,” he begged, “Harrison’s driving me crazy.”

“Me?” Harrison asks incredulously. “You’re driving me insane!” He pried Jacob off me and replaced him with himself. “Please, please come home. You’re the only one who knows how to settle arguments.” He held me at arms length,

“You’re going to be responsible for bailing me out of prison. Can you bail someone out for attempted murder?” I shrugged, laughing. We all sat down and ordered our drinks when the waiter came up to us. “So,” Harrison started.

“When do you think you’ll come home?” Jacob finished.

“I’m coming back tonight, actually.” I nodded at the surprised faces. “I’m gonna talk to Tom, try to work through whatever this friendship is – try to salvage this friendship.”

Friendship? That’s all you want?” I nodded. “What changed? Did you meet someone else within five days?” I shook my head, sighing.

“I, uh, I went back to the apartment three days ago. Both of you were at work, I assumed Tom was home, since it was during the day.” I cleared my throat, pausing when the waiter came back with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order. We all ordered our regular orders and once the waiter left, Jacob nodded toward me. “Well, turns out Tom wasn’t home, so my next guess was the bar. I went down there, and he hadn’t been there except to ask when his shift was – Tony said he was with someone. I assumed it was just another friend. So,” I took a sip of my lemonade, my throat becoming a little dry, “I went back to the apartment to wait for him. I was there for maybe an hour and a half – maybe an hour and forty. Then I heard the front door open, and Tom’s voice. I assumed he was on the phone, so I walked out of my room and headed toward the living room. Except, when I rounded the corner Tom had a guest, and he hadn’t seen me.” I could hear my voice starting to shake, I shook my head and took a deep breath. “He was there with Lucy, and – and it looked a little more than friendly.”

“What do you mean? Tom told us he told Lucy to back off,” I shrugged at Jacob’s comment.

“Maybe he lied – they were hand in hand, walking toward his room, a couple of kisses on the cheek exchanged before I left. I watched from the crack of my room door.” I took another sip of my lemonade.

“That asshole,” Harrison shook his head at Jacob’s comment.

“Come on, Jacob,” Harrison said, “you’re being too nice. He’s a fucking wanker.” I laughed a little. “Are you sure you’re ready to see him? You don’t want us to rough him up a little so he looks wrecked when you guys talk?” I laughed louder this time, shaking my head.

“No, no,” I shrugged, “if you want to rough him up afterward, that’s on you. But, I’d like you there for moral support.” They both nodded, mumbling a chorus of ‘of course’. Our burgers arrived and we started eating. It was silent for a couple minutes, until I remembered Harrison’s date with Lizeth. “Haz! Are you going out with Lizeth tonight?” Jacob choked on his burger and immediately reached for his water.

“What?” Harrison asked. “She’s cute.”

“You’re going out with the crazy Russian?”

“Jacob!” Harrison and I both reprimanded him in unison. “Lizeth’s not crazy! She’s… well, she’s just – oh, hell, she is crazy. Why are you going out with her?” Harrison shrugged.

“Didn’t work out with the other girl I was seeing.”

“What was wrong with her?”

“She didn’t want people to know we were seeing each other.” I shook my head.

“That’s shitty,” Harrison chuckled softly. “No, I’m serious. You’re a catch!”

“Well, thanks.” We finished our food and all went to our cars, all about to head back to the apartment. I picked up my phone before starting the car to type a text to Zendaya.

Me: done with the gym? could use some moral support at the loft.

Not-So-Zen-Daya: didn’t go to the gym, i stepped in and almost threw up from the smell. ended up going to get my nails done. i’m there for ya babe.

I laughed lightly, shaking my head. I put my phone down and almost started the car until I thought of something. I picked up my phone and opened Tom’s messages.

Me: i’m coming home. you’re right, we need to talk.

I put my phone down, started the car and started my way back to the loft.


I opened the door to the loft and my palms grew sweaty when I saw Tom sitting on the couch. He got up when he heard the door open and rushed over to me, hugging me. I wanted to push him off and tell him we weren’t there yet, but he smelled good and I missed him, so I let him. I kept my arms to my side. “(Y/N),” he breathed, pulling away from me.  “I missed you.” I nodded, not saying it back because it would make me not want to say what I was going to say. Zendaya walked in behind me. We both looked at her.

“Holland,” she laughed, shaking her head, “you have a lot of nerve.” Tom looked at her confused, letting a shock expression fall on his face when she threw his arms off of me. I was about to say something, but she continued before I could stop her. “You son of a bitch,” she started taking off her earrings.

“Z,” she ignored me, handing me her hoops.

“I’ve been waiting to do this since she moved in, I knew you were trouble.”

“Zendaya,” I tried again, putting a hand on her shoulder. With her fists raised, she turned to look at me. “Haven’t talked to him yet. I just got here.” Her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, nodding before laughing lightly.

“I’m just gonna,” she brushed Tom’s shoulder, him looking at her like she was crazy. “See ya!” She rushed toward Harrison’s room, where Jacob and he were. I cleared my throat, putting Z’s earrings down on the table by the door.

“Let’s talk.” I gestured toward the couch, walking toward it and feeling Tom right behind me. We both sat down and looked at each other. I nodded to myself and then took a deep breath, “Tom-.”

“(Y/N), I just want to say – Lucy? She’s out of the picture.” I laughed, no humor behind it.

“Tom, I saw you and her at the apartment a few days ago.” His eyebrows pulled in, a second passing before realization hit him. He tried to say something, but I spoke up before he could justify himself, “I get it. Lucy was here before me, I probably can’t compete with her. But, I don’t want to.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know… because, we’re just friends. Whatever we thought we had – what we thought we could have – it can’t happen.” I shrugged.

“I’m not with Lucy – I kissed her, yes, but I – I don’t feel anything for her. I don’t feel the way I feel with you with anyone.” He shook his head, reaching for my hand but I retracted it.

“You might believe that, but I need more than words.” I got up from the couch. “I just think we need to be friends… right now, I need you to be my friend.” Tom looked down defeated. He nodded his head.

“If that’s what you need right now, that’s what I’ll be.” I was about to thank him, but he stood up and continued talking. “But, I’m gonna prove it to you. I’ll redeem myself.” I smiled sadly, nodding my head.

“Is it safe?” We looked up, seeing Z, Harrison and Jacob all walking out of Haz’s room. I laughed, nodding.

“It’s safe. Come on out.”

“Good,” Harrison said, fixing his shirt, and bumping his shoulder against Zendaya’s as he made his way toward the door. “I’ve got a date to get to.” I saw Zendaya roll her eyes, and it took everything in me to bite my tongue. I’ll ask her when we’re alone.

“Have fun, Harrison!” We all said goodbye to him as he waved us off. “Alright,” I clapped my hands, “Z, back to yours! I have to get my stuff from there.” She nodded.

“We’ll carpool, I’ll drop you off afterward.” I nodded and walked toward her.

“We’ll be back.” We walked toward the door, the door not completely shut when we heard Tom tell Jacob, “No dude, she was scary. I genuinely thought she was going to hurl me at a wall.” Zendaya winked at me as I shut the door all the way, laughing.


“So,” I said, folding my clothes and putting them in the bag I brought them in.

“So,” Zendaya repeated, bringing me my shower things.

“Why did you and Harrison stop seeing each other?” I asked casually, but I had caught Zendaya off guard anyway, seeing her trip on air from the corner of my eye.

“What?” I rolled my eyes.

“Z, I’m not stupid. You’re obviously annoyed Harrison’s going out with Liz. And if you were just having sex with him, like I already suspected, you wouldn’t be bothered – which means, you like him. What happened?” She sighed, sitting on her bed next to me.

“I didn’t want anyone to know – Harrison’s embarrassing.” I laughed, “I’m serious!”

“He isn’t – he’s just always liked you.” I shrugged, stating the obvious. “He told us you didn’t want to be seen with him.”

“I thought you’d be mad, honestly. He’s too good for me.” I shook my head, putting down the shirt I was folding and putting a hand on her shoulder.

“You’re not giving yourself enough credit. I think you and Haz would be cute. You balance each other out.” Before Zendaya could reply, we heard the front door open. We looked at each other confused.

“Lizeth?” She called out, we heard footsteps and Lizzy appeared at the door.

“You’re back early… how was your date?”

“British boy in hospital.”

What? Liz, what do you mean ‘British boy in hospital’?” She shrugged and walked out.

“Dammit, Liz. What did you do to him?!” We rushed out the door after grabbing the keys.

“See, Liz? Yeah, Harrison’s too nice for Liz.”


We arrived at the hospital sixteen minutes later, and asked for Harrison Osterfield. “Z! (Y/N)!” We heard Jacob, and turned to see him and Tom in the waiting room. We rushed toward them.

“What happened?” They shrugged, a doctor coming out.

“For,” he paused, “Harrison Osterfield?” We rushed toward him. “He’s fine, you can see him.”

“What happened?” Zendaya asked, the doctor gave us a look of sympathy.

“You should let him tell you.” We all rushed toward room 146, seeing Harrison laying down trying to work the TV.

“Haz!” He looked up, his cheeks tinted pink. “What happened?” He mumbled something, but none of us heard him. “What?”

“I broke my penis.” The room went quiet, Jacob’s laughter breaking the silence. We all hushed him, trying to suppress our own laughter.

“What do you mean?” Harrison rolled his eyes.

“Lizeth and I went into the bathroom of the restaurant and tried to bang one out – she put in a little too much bang.” He sighed, pausing, shaking his head. “She broke my penis.” After hearing the story, we all broke out laughing, my hand resting on Tom’s shoulder for support. “Alright, alright, laugh it up, assholes.” Tom looked at me and smiled, I smiled back.

Things felt… normal.


a little less angsty ending and a little more humor. THIS IS ONE OF MY FAV NEW GIRL SCENES

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Impromptu Prompt Will you write 'I thought you were dead' fic? Bonus for lots of Kissing? Pretty please and many thanks! 💙



It’s awkward at first, pretending she doesn’t know Kara is Supergirl, but after a few months she settles into it.

‘I’m going to be late for lunch - bus is stuck in traffic :( <3 :( ’ Kara texts her, and Lena just snorts and turns on the TV to find out what disaster Supergirl is stopping today. It doesn’t hurt her feelings - she doesn’t worry anymore that Kara doesn’t trust her, or that it’s a secret because she’s a Luthor. Their friendship is good, maybe the best thing in Lena’s life, and she’s pleasantly surprised that she doesn’t doubt Kara. Kara’s face is an open book, and the way that it lights up whenever she sees Lena says more than anything else could.

So there’s no hurt anymore at all. It’s more like…. politely pretending not to notice that someone has spilled ketchup on their shirt. Lena doesn’t want to breach Kara’s privacy or make her uncomfortable, so she doesn’t point out that there’s no reason for Kara to be on a bus when CatCo is in walking distance of L Corp. Instead she goes back to the data analysis report she was reading, keeping one fond eye on the news.

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baby sister | jughead jones

Originally posted by kylogue

a/n: thinking of making this into another small series!! based on a request!! let me know if you think i should post another part! also this is my first series where  im adding another POV get keen. also ill start a tag list for this so leave a message in my ask box or down below if you’d like to be added!!

JUGHEAD’S POV

it was another busy night at pop’s chock’lit shoppe.

booths were bursting at the seams as they celebrate the win of river dales very own bulldogs. i didn’t even need to go to the game to know that they’d won. 

teenagers and parents hustle into the diner buying burgers and fries by the dozen. me? i sat in my usual booth with my usual oder; cheese burger fries and a chocolate milkshake, with of course my laptop.

i was busy typing up my newest lead that i didn’t pay any attention to the small girl that walked through pop’s doors and ended up at the front of my booth, fries and milkshake in hand.

“can i sit?” she murmurs shifting on her feet

i tilt the lid of my laptop down gesturing with my hands for her to sit, she smiles at me placing her food infront of her as she sips on her drink.

she studies me and i close my laptop completely glance at the small girl, she looked exactly like jellybean.

“everything okay?” she nods pulling books out of her back pack and plugging her headphones into her iPod.

i open my laptop and start typing again inspiration flowing through me. we stay like this for awhile, me working on my story and the little girl writing what seemed like english homework whilst bopping her head to the music that filled her earphones.

she sighs heavily causing me to look up at her “im holly (y/l/n)” i smile “jughead jones the third” she chuckles.

“theres three of you named jughead” she giggles her laugh carrying through the diner, the dinner rush was over and most of the booths were now empty. it was just us, pop and a few local stragglers. 

“you miss holly remind me of my sister” she raises her eyebrows “can’t say the same about you- my sister is way cooler than you” she sass’ and i laugh.

“how old are you holly?” “I’m 10, you?” “17″ i reply stealing one of her fries “hey!” she sulks.

“my sisters 17 too, she steals my fries too” i nod smirking to myself

“her names (y/n) we just moved her from san fransico, how olds your sister?” 

i close my laptop setting it aside “my sister is 10 years old same as you her names jellybean” she laughs again “is there three jelly beans too?” i shake my head “nope just the one and only”.

she pops a few fries in her mouth “can i ask you a few questions?” i chuckle “haven’t you just been doing exactly that?” she shakes her head.

folding my arms across my chest i decide to give in “fine, i’ll bite”

a take a swig from the saucer infront of me “are you writing about that dead kid?” i spit out my coffee choking slightly.

“yes or no?”

“yes”

“do you ever take that beanie off?” 

“no”

“not even when you shower” she pesters

i lean forward “i even poop with it on” she giggles and makes a disgusted face.

“my turn” she nods 

“what are you listening to?”

“music” i roll my eyes gesturing for her to go on “right now- all time low” 

“why are you at a diner asking a stranger at 10pm personal questions?”

her eyes widen “wait your not a murder right?” i cock my eyebrow “maybe”

“my sister was supposed to come meet me here for dinner after she’d finished work that was” she pauses looking down at her watch

“3 and a half hours ago” 

i brush my thumb against my lips “is that true?” she shrugs smirking mischievously to herself.

“do you want to use my phone to contact your sister?” she shakes her head frantically “NO”

i lean back in the booth smiling maniacally crossing my arms infront of my chest “so you sister doesn’t know your here?”

she sinks lower into the booth sipping her milkshake shamelessly 

“she’s probably worried about you”

the younger girl looks up sadly before her eyes drift over to the entrance the bell chiming indicating a new customer “crap!” she ducks underneath the table hiding herself behind my legs.

“hey!” i complain as the girl hugs my legs.

i scoff and turn and see the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen walk through the doors of pop’s. her (y/h/c) was dripping wet from the downpour outside yet it still looked incredible.

her clothes hugged her figure as the water drops from the fabric to the clean tiles. her eyes scan the booths looking for someone.

she walks over to pop worry evident on her face “hey I’m looking for my little sister she’s 10 but this high, brown hair” she gestures with her hands “her names holly” 

i clear my throat pointing to my booth, as the younger girls back pack and homework sprawled out on the table top.

she mutters a thank you before approaching my booth, she breathes a sigh of relief as she realises that the back pack indeed belonged to her younger sibling.

“you must be holly’s sister?” she nods rocking awkwardly on her heels “(y/n) (l/n) I’m sorry if she’s been bothering you- and you are?” she smiles down at me her cheeks tinting red in the warm diner.

“jughead jones-” i pause “the third” she giggles nd boy do i have to contain myself from drooling.

“there’s three of you named jughead?” she continues giggling covering her mouth and apologising “oh god I’m sorry i shouldn’t be laughing” i chuckle to myself smiling up at the girl.

“its fine, your sister actually said the exact same thing” she widens her eyes and drops to her knee spotting her younger brunette sister curled up at my legs.

“holly!” she scolds “get out and leave the poor boy alone” i try and hide my smirk.

“his name is juggie and he’s my friend” she retorts.

“its fine (y/n) honestly i have a little sister the same age, its harmless really” she shakes her had dipping back under the table.

“you give me no choice” i watch as the (y/h/c) girl moves under the table trying to grab her younger sister from underneath the table.

squeals fill the diner until holly pops out of the booth her sister trying to follow suit only to bash her head on the table and aggressively grab my thigh in the process of a line sentence of cussing.

i lean down to her offer my hand “you okay?” 

she clutches her head with one hand and she grabs mine with the other allowing me to pull her up into the seat beside me.

“id like to say that karma for laughing at my birth name?” 

she giggles still wincing in pain “atleast theres no gum in your hair” i muse smiling at the mystery girl.

“this day keeps getting better” she smiles sarcastically

“c’mon holz mums worried sick i need to get you home, so say goodbye to your new found friend and lets go. no more running away” she nods sadly rolling her eyes at her older sister.

“can we come back here tomorrow” she whines as the older girl packs away holly’s books into her backpack.

“i don’t know holly I’m already swamped in school work we can’t be coming here on a daily basis i can’t watch you all the time” the younger girl looks disappointed.

“i’ll be here” i speak up the two girls turning to look at me “if you don’t have the time you can drop her off and illl look after her for an hour or two”

she sighs looking at her sister as she stands on her knees begging her sister 

“please please please”

she looks at me biting her lip “i don’t know holz” 

holly’s face drops disappointment clearly evident on her face.

“you can come too, bring your homework if you feel up to it” she smiles at me before slipping out of the booth “i’ll think about it” 

i nod a smile creeping on my face.

“c’mon holly say bye to jughead” she smiles at me giving me a fist bump before walking to her sister.

“thank you, for looking after her. i know not everyone is wired to be kind to a young lost girl. i owe you one”

“if you come tomorrow ill make it even” he says hopeful wanting to know more about the beautiful new girl.

“maybe, goodnight” she places her hands on her sisters holders and guides her toward the exit looking back one last time to send a small smile my way.

there was something about her and i couldn’t quiet put my finger on it but i had to know her.

Imagine getting trapped in an elevator with Dean, your new neighbor.

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

“What was that?” your breath got caught in your throat and your eyes widened as the lights flickered and the elevator came to a halt “We’re not on our floor yet, are we?” you mumbled taking a look to see that you somewhere between the second and third floor. If you were alone in the elevator you would have freaked out even worse but the fact that there was a man next to you, you felt less scared. Maybe things weren’t as bad as you thought and at least you weren’t alone.

“Doesn’t seem like that to me.” the man mumbled, taking a look himself. He extended a hand and pressed on the right button but it didn’t do a thing.

“What- what is going on?” you struggled to swallow properly and Dean noticed.

“I dont want to scare you but- we seem to be stuck.” he sighed, running a hand down his face and you almost felt your heart drop.

“No, no we can’t be stuck. We- we can’t. It’s- we’re not-” his words seemed to make things worse as your knees started shaking and they almost gave away. You were sure you would have found the floor if it wasnt for a pair of strong hands gripping you and holding you.

“Whoa whoa, easy. Take it easy.” his voice was rough but somehow soothing enough. You looked up to meet a pair of green eyes that you could get lost in if you stared at for any longer but at the moment you were too scared to care.

“It’s ok, it’s going to be alright.” he said, rubbing yoru arm with his hand “We’re going to be alright.” you tried to give him a nod but you were too frozen with fear, and you had to thank you best friend for all the movies you had seen the previous days that gave you plenty of ideas on how you could die in this small place.

“How do you know that?” you asked in a low voice, almost squeaky and and scared. Yeah, not almost really.

“Well, if it was my brother here, he’d say because I am a smartass that claims to know it all when he is the nerd really but-” he chuckled and without realizing it a small smile lifted at the corners of your lips. His laugh seemed contagious and when he saw you relax he grinned that boyish smile that made your knees even weaker.

You knew you were getting distracted but at the moment you needed it and if it was by your gorgeous stranger you were willing to take it. You had not noticed It before but truth was that he was really handsome. Strong jaw, full lips and dirty bold hair that you were tempted to run your fingers through. He had broad shoulders that were covered by a flannel that just looked so soft and you couldn’t help but wonder what really lay under that shirt and- boy you were getting distracted. And this really wasn’t the most ideal situation.

“Hey” he said softly although his voice was rough “Relax, alright? It’s going to be fine, there must have been a malfunction. They will notice that the lift is not working and they’ll call someone yeah?”

“Do we- do we not have any reception here?” you asked in a whisper, your voice shaking.

“Wish I could check beautiful, but my phone is dead. What about yours?” he asked and you shook your head, wrapping your arms around your waist.

“Forgot it at a friend’s.” you mumbled and he sighed.

“It’s ok, doesn’t matter.” he tried not to show how disappointed he was… for your sake? And to think that with those looks you’d take him for a jerk that didn’t care bout anything and anyone.

“Yeah, I guess.” you mumbled, trying to swallow but your throat was just too dry.

“Hey, I told you it’s going to be alright. You don’t have to worry about this we-”

“But what if we get stuck in here? Who knows when they’re going to realize it’s not working? What if- if it gives out any moment and we fall and- and we-” your lower lip trembled but he shook his head, squeezing your arms.

“No, no. don’t think like that. It’s going to be fine, yeah? I’ve been in worse situations and made it. You’ll see in the end you will be just laughing about it.” he tried to offer you a smile but sadly you couldn’t return it this time.

“What kind of worse situations?” you whispered an he raised an eyebrow.

“Do you really want to know?”

“I only want to forget about the fact that we’re who knows how many feet off the ground and literally hanging by a thread.” you swallowed the lump in his throat and letting out a sigh he nodded his head.

“Fair enough.”

~*~

“Wow that… was really messed up.” you mumbled, hugging your knees to yourself and he nodded his head.

“So you feel any better?”

“Somehow yeah.” you blinked “How have you survived all of this?” you raised an eyebrow and he chuckled.

“Well, it’s not as if I was bound to die but- you know, it comes with the job…” he trailed off, frowning and you turned your head to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

You were both sitting on the floor, much more relaxed at the moment with your backs resting on one of the sides of the elevator. Minutes seemed to drag by so slow at first but when you got to talk more with him the more you relaxed and forgot your situation, the time passing by fast.

“What?” you asked and he laughed, shaking his head.

“I really am not myself lately.” he chuckled “My name’s Dean.” he gave you that boyish grin, extending his hand “Do you ever give your name to strangers while trapped in an elevator or not?” he smirked and you giggled, shaking your head.

“My name’s (Y/n), nice to meet you Dean.” you shook his hand, for a moment enjoying how soft it felt against yours and you couldn’t help but feel a blush on your cheeks when you saw the smile on his face when you said his name.

“(Y/n)” you felt your heart skip a beat at how nice your name sounded on his lips “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

“So I’m guessing, as your brother would say, you’re the ladies man huh?” you asked with a smile and he chuckled.

“Yeah, sort of. I mean I was, many things have changed over the years but- I am not saying I can’t flirt when I see something I like.”

“So you flirt with… pie too? Because sometimes I really think about doing so.” you said and he laughed, throwing his head back and you got a little too carried away looking at him.

“Well, I actually meant a gorgeous woman like you but yeah- pie sometimes too!”

“Thanks for the compliment but I think the lack of fresh air must have really affected you.” you chewed on your lower lip, looking down at your hands but noticed him shake his head.

“Sweetheart don’t tempt me.” he gave you a flirty smirk “I can think of so many ways I can prove you wrong on that only in this elevator.” he winked as your eyebrows shot up.

“Alright-” you raised your hands “I am not going to keep insisting.” you chuckled and he grinned.

“I mean not that we wouldn’t have fun with that-” he shrugged laughing at yur wide eyes and red face.

“Gosh” you shook your head “If you’re trying to distract me from everything that’s going on you’re doing a really good job.” you chuckled and he grinned.

“Thanks but I wasn’t really going for that.”

“Really?” you asked in a softer voice “And what could it be? Asking me out?” you laughed, saying playfully but when you didn’t hear him chuckle you couldn’t help but stare at him. He wasn’t serious, was he?

“That surprised? I mean, I was pretty damn surprised to see I got stuck in a lift with someone like you but hey- I am not questioning my luck!” he shrugged and you shook your head.

“Are you really going to keep insisting?”

“Till we’re outta here, sweetheart.” he winked “But honestly now- I am not joking, just so you know it.”

“Thanks I guess.” you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear “Been too fucking long since I last got a compliment and it feels weird as hell to be honest.” you confessed and what you saw on his face was only a soft smile.

“Their loss.” he shrugged “You don’t find women like you easily.”

“I’m nothing special, Dean.”

“That I get to decide, and if you ask me you are the most interesting one I’ve met in a long while. And I’ve been with plenty of women in my life.”

“That I am most sure about.” you chuckled, eyes casting down for a moment “Tell me do you flirt this much with all women?” you asked but he shook his head.

“No, I told you. Lately I’ve become more serious, probably comes with age as Sammy- my younger brother would say.” he said but you shook your head at him “But I’m not the kind of guy I really look like, (Y/n). To answer your question: it’s partially because you are stunning and partially because I guess this is my way of dealing with hard situations.” he shrugged and you instantly found yourself intrigued once more. Not that you ever stopped really.

“Joking.” you nodded your head “Yeah I can understand what you mean. Sometimes showing our feelings is harder than bottling them up.”

“Been through that?” he asked in a low voice, all seriousness.

“Yeah, and the fact that my entire family was around me the whole time didn’t help. Do you ever feel like you’ve always been an outcast? Like wherever you went you still didn’t fit in even if you tried?”

“Yeah, yeah I have.” he sighed heavily and silence fell between the two of you.

You cleared your throat, putting on a smile to make him relax preferring to see his playful side because you just believed he didn’t get to be like that very often and he actually deserved it “But- I didn’t ask you Dean: why were you going to my floor? I’m sorry but as far as I know there is only one apartment other than mine in that floor and it’s empty. Unless there is some hot chick’s ghost there, what would you want?” you laughed and he did the same.

“Although that would sound tempting- I’m more into the living ones and as of now one that is sitting right next to me.” he grinned and you rolled your eyes, scoffing but still smiling “But I think I’ll have the time to convince you on that.”

“Time?” you asked “Now you want us to stay in here for much longer?”

“Oh I wasn’t talking about the elevator…” he trailed off and you frowned, something going though your mind “Neighbor”