phone call at 2 am

Friends (Part 3)

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~Harry and you are friends with benefits and then you start to feel more than you should~

Pair: Harry Styles and reader.

Warning: sexual content and language.


Part 1

Part 2 

You hadn’t heard or seen anything related to Harry Styles for a month. You’d deleted all your social accounts and decided to live under a rock for while until you got over him. The last thing you needed at this point was to see articles and pictures of him and a pretty girl who wasn’t you. But you do had some mutual friends and since they didn’t know anything about your secret ‘relationship' sometimes they still talked about him in front of you. You knew you would never truly get over Harry unless you didn’t feel pain in your chest whenever his name was brought up in a casual conversation. 

“You need to stop being so pathetic!” your best friend, Lia, told you. That night when Harry left your house, you broke down and called Lia to tell her everything. She was so mad she wanted to go see him but you knew it would be a bad idea. After all you were the one who broke the agreement for having feelings for him.

“I know he’s Harry fucking Styles but you are Y/N fucking Y/L/N.”

“You mean a nobody?”

“I mean, a queen.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled as Lia grabbed your upper arms and shook you slightly.

“Screw Harry Styles. I’m gonna find you a better man.”

“Lia, I’m not going out with anyone. This is a bad idea.”

“Trust me. He’s super nice. He’s my co-worker. He’s hot and he’s not famous.” Lia winked and made you laugh.

“Thanks L, but I’m not interested. I don’t even know the guy.”

“Just one date, please? If you don’t like him then say your goodbye and never see him again. But I’m totally positive that you’ll like him.”

You groaned. You had been friends with Lia for years and you knew for sure she would never stop whining about this unless you said yes. So you said yes, agreeing to go on a date with the stranger Lia set you up with. 

His name was Miles. Lia was right, he was one of the nicest people you had ever met. He was good looking. He loved reading books like you do. He even opened doors for you and drove you home safely. Although you weren’t exactly over Harry, to be honest, you thought about him often. But being with Miles was the most fun you’d had since the day Harry left. It didn’t feel the same but you felt a little bit better. So you decided to give you and Miles a chance and agreed to go on a second day with him. 

But as you thought that there might be a small chance for you to actually be happy, you got a phone call at 2 AM, 12 hours before your second date with Miles. You knew it was a bad idea to answer when you saw his name on the screen, but you decided to be a fool and pick up anyway.

“Pet…yeh still up?”

You closed your eyes and let out a heavy sigh. You missed his voice so much. You suddenly forgot that you’d been trying to get him out of your system and you felt like you could just welcome him back to ruin your life all over again.

“Why are you calling me at this hour?” You managed to stay sane because he clearly wasn’t. “Are you drunk?”

“I miss yeh.”

Yeah he was definitely drunk.

“We’re not doing this anymore,” you said, not knowing if you were telling him or yourself.

“No…Yeh get it wrong. M'not missing yeh ‘cause I’m horny…ugh…I’m kind of horny…but…” he said and laughed drunkenly. You closed your eyes, your eyebrows furrowed as you pressed your lips together.

“You cannot call me when you’re drunk and bored again. We’re over, Harry. Go to sleep,” you told him.

“We can never be over. Yeh know tha’,” Harry said almost out of breath.

“What do you want?”

“Can we please just…go back t’normal”

“What is normal, H? Tell me. Because i’m sure two friends fucking each other clearly isn’t.”

“We won’t have t’fuck. Let’s just be friends…”

“No H. I’m sorry.”

“Love-” You gathered all your strength and hung up before he could finish. You turned off your phone and put it in the drawer of your bedside table so you wouldn’t get weak and call him back. Then you ended up crying yourself back to sleep with the thoughts of Harry running through your mind.

… 

On your second date with Mile, you two went to see a movie then to a restaurant for dinner, after that he insisted on driving you home because he was a gentleman. The date went pretty well actually, but the problem was you couldn’t stop thinking about what Harry had said to you at 2 AM. You were still wondering if those were his drunken words or he was being honest saying he missed you. Either way, you wouldn’t go back to him, or at least that was what you’d been telling yourself.

“God…” you said almost out of breath as you Miles left sloppy kisses down your throat. You tossed your head back and your hands were messing up his beautiful dark hair. You had no idea why you were under him, letting him touch you and kiss you like that. The last thing you remembered was you saying good night to him in front of your house. You didn’t even have a clue how you ended making out with each other on the couch but you didn’t really care at the point. You felt awful for only wanting Miles tonight because you couldn’t stop thinking about Harry and not wanting to be alone with those thoughts. Your self-conscience was telling you to stop but you just ignored her.

“You’re beautiful…” Miles groaned against your hot skin, making you whimper. It felt good but it didn’t feel right. His hands were unfamiliar and you didn’t feel comfortable feeling his weight on top of you. 

Suddenly, you heard someone knocking on your front door. You and Miles stopped immediately as the person knocked more violently and loudly as if they wanted to break the door down. Miles got off you and you both sat up straight. He asked you if you were expecting someone and you said no as you adjusted your clothes and he did his. 

“Who is it?!” you asked in annoyance and went to the door to see who it was.

“Har-” Before the name could fully escape your lips, a drunken Harry wrapped his arms around you and showered your face with kisses.

“M’girl’s here!” he said excitedly before pulling you into a tight hug with his face buried in the crook of your neck. You were completely in shock by the action so you didn’t know how to react. Harry didn’t want to let you go and you received a shocked look from Miles who didn’t understand why that random guy just showed up out of nowhere and was holding his date like that. 

“Y/N!” Miles called out your name and it immediately got Harry’s attention. Harry pulled away from you and turned his head to his right. He was not pleased to see Miles in your living room. Not. At. All. 

“Y/N, Who the fuck is he?”


Part 4

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♥  Midnight roof time stargazing~

♥ Ramen eating contests~!

♥ Meditation sessions ~

♥ Sneaking glances at you from behind his visor ~

♥ Removing his mask around you so he can kiss you~

♥ “It’s not like I like you or anything!”

♥ Lots of private time snuggles ~

♥ Massages~

♥ Home cooked meals ~

♥ Stolen longing glances ~

♥ Nightime walkabouts ~

♥ Play wrestling~

♥ Beach days ~

♥ Sloppy make out sessions~

♥ 2 AM phone calls about literally anything~

♥ Holding him when he nearly loses it~

♥ Lots of music

♥ “Hey, wanna listen to my new song?”

♥ Front row seats to all his concerts

♥ Lots of hugs and kisses

♥ Hair braiding

♥ Matching flower crowns

♥ Lots of joking and teasing

♥ Giggling like idiots at movies

♥ Lots of cuddling

♥ Scratchy kisses

♥ Teaching you to play guitar

♥ Bringing you roses

♥ Corny pick up lines

♥  Singing you softly to sleep

♥ VERY rough lover

♥ Making out in broom closets

♥ Grabbing your butt at inappropriate times

♥ Butt and cheek pinches when he teases you

LOTS of teasing

♥ But also lots of making up

♥ BEARD TICKLES

♥ Holding you on his shoulders

♥ Picking you up when your hurt or sad

♥ Forehead kisses

♥ Storytelling by the fire

♥ Taking care of you when your sick

♥ Teaching you how to repair things

♥ Holding hands and not caring if anyone sees

♥ Only taking his mask off around you

♥ Gently tracing your facial features while you sleep

♥ Surprise flowers on your window

♥ Helping with his workouts

♥ Making sure your eating well

♥ Stolen kisses

♥ Late night rendezvous

♥ Listening to his older music and singing along with him

crying over a porcelain sink at your aunt’s house,
tears and blood draining,
angry at everything.

not being able to speak
to the only friend you have left
because you can’t find the words,
     there are none.

nothing musical lives in you anymore,
she came in and ripped away the melodies
and harmonies you had in your heart.

broken-hearted and bloody-nosed,
you realize while looking at someone
who resembles yourself in the mirror -
     you’ve lost it all.

nothing, nothing, nothing.
you are nothing,
you mean nothing,
     you are nothing.

this wouldn’t happen
if you’d love someone who loved you back,
this wouldn’t happen
if you weren’t stupid enough to follow people
who kick wishing flowers in the spring.

you wrote about broken hearts like you knew,
and you did.
but you never wrote about someone
who not only broke you,
but ground the bits of glass skin and veins into dust.

echoes of voices telling you to cut deeper
and find yourself again
are drowning out everything you know.
every day you are struggling, every day you grow weak.

wind whispers to the empty cavern below your rib cage,
     where are you?
     what’s happened?
     oh! - what have you done?

your hands shake a little too much,
you can’t keep food down.
you are sick, but the only thing the
people around you say is
     do better.

you leave the house at night
to find something to escape to,
and feel a flicker of something old there.
so you do it again, and again,
and your mom loses her trust with you.

soon
     i love you’s
     turn into i don’t know you’s
and you cry and scream into a pillow late at night -
realizing that even the maps back to who you are
are distorted.

you are nothing but bad decisions
and drunken phone calls at 2 AM
to people who would rather be fucking a pretty girl
who knows what she’s doing.

when your best friend tells you
that you are the thing that haunts your dreams,
you realize you are truly something malicious.

when she leaves, all you remember from her
are her dissatisfied eyes, and embarrassment
of your fumbled words and miscalculated actions.

the only thing you seem to hear anymore
reverberates in your skull and turns into a grand crescendo
of despair when you are alone,
     you didn’t matter.

you can’t escape it, you learn she is right.
you dispose of yourself, and try to outrun
the dark things her heart let into yours
when you so stupidly opened up the iron gates.

sometimes, most times, it does not work.
you are devoured by those creatures with
skeletal hands and the stench of death leaking from them.

every moment before a reckless action
is made, you remember that
you are nothing,
you’ve become nothing,
     and you’ve done it to yourself.

then you free fall into something
with knives and swords,
and twist and turn and thrash to hold onto something tangible,
but simply end up with cuts and blood
and a sinking feeling.

Eyes Closed (M)

G-Dragon: Angst/Small amount of fluff/Eventual smut

PART 2-A: The One About The Night Before

A/N: Crap sorry it’s so late you guys, I was trying to edit as fast as I could I swear! But if there are typos my bad lmao Anyway I feel like this one is a bit short but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! 

P.S. Part 2-B should be out some time tomorrow.

(Part One)||(Part Two-B)

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       I woke up with a jolt and a cold sweat, feeling like the entire room was still spinning; physically feeling like I got hit by an eighteen wheeler. I brushed some of the mess of hair from my face and through half lidded eyes I tried to look around the room to make sure I didn’t end up in some stranger’s place; thankfully for my dignity I wasn’t but unfortunately for my ego, I wasn’t.

      “Ugh what time is it?” I groaned reaching for my phone on the nightstand. Fumbling around the nightstand the only thing my hand was met with was the touch activated lamp that blinded me with a bombardment of light. “Argh no!” I threw my arm across my face. I frantically hurried to shut off the lamp that felt like it was emitting the rays from the sun. Only managing to open one eye I looked around for my phone and discovered it was strewn on the floor with a mess of clothes and shoes. I groaned again not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed, I outstretched my hand nearly falling off the bed and quickly nabbed my phone and hauling myself back into my previous position under the covers. Pressing the home button to my phone I again was greeted with a flash bomb of light and covered my face with my hand; slapping myself in the process. Still adjusting to the light I peeked through my fingers desperately looking to find the time. ‘2:00 p.m. fuck’ With my phone unlocked I went wide eyed, ‘Shit, shit, shiiiit’ I thought; I had 17 missed calls and 10 voicemails from Saige. Looking for some kind of answer I scrolled through her text messages that only seemed to get more and more aggressive the further I scrolled along.

      ‘Alex where the hell did you go?’ <received 1:44 am>

      ‘Itsf o k im with djsaho’ <sent 1:52 am>

      ‘Ok bitch you are waaaaaaay too fucked up, where are you?’ <received 1:52 am>

      ‘Urd th e bitc yo bcht’ <sent 1:55 am>

      ‘I’m being serious Alex, if the paparazzi or some douche bag from the internet get a picture of you like this we are royally screwed’ <received 1:55 am>

      ‘Dnt wrry Gbe okie’ <sent 1:56 am>

      ‘Dont do this to me McMahon, WHERE ARE YOU????’ <received 1:56 am>

      ‘Byiii cee yu ntx wek’ <sent 1:57 am>

      ‘Wtf do you mean see you next week???’ <received 1:57 am>

      ‘Alex?’ <received 1:59 am>

      ‘HELLO?!’ <received 2:01 am>

      ‘ANSWER YOUR PHONE I KNOW YOU KEEP DECLINING THE CALL’ <received 2:05 am>

      ‘I swear to God when I see you I am going to kick your ass’ <received 2:06 am>

      ‘AND WHO TF IS DJ SAHO?! YOU SAID YOU WERE DONE WITH DATING DJS’ <received 2:06 am>

      ‘Oh my God Alexandra PLEASE JUST ANSWER YOUR PHONE IF YOU DON’T WANT TO TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE’ <received 2:10 am>

      ‘Ok somebody told me you went home with someone, for your sake I hope it was Jesus and not that DJ Saho or whatever’ <received 2:15 am>

      ‘Open the door! You know I can hear you and DJ what’s his face laughing!’ <received 2:30 am>

      ‘I don’t care that we are staying at the Palace Hotel Alexandra. I WILL break down this door if you don’t open up!’ <received 2:32 am>

      ‘OPEN THE DOOR’ <received 2:33 am>

      ‘No oo itd coolr ift yo u berki t don’ <sent 2:33 am>

      ‘I SWEAR TO GOD’ <received 2:34 am>

      ‘Fine see if I care when you end up on the cover of some Korean tabloid and Ji-Yong finds out you’re here’ <received 2:36>

      ‘wh att’ <sent 2:36>

      ‘Good night Alex :)))’ <received 2:37>

      Re-reading the last exchanges between us my heart felt like it started beating so fast that it was bound to burst right out of my chest any second. ‘Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuck. How could I have been so stupid?!’  I thought to myself. Normally I’d say I don’t care but that is far from where I am mentally. Suddenly I was brought out of my thoughts by a loud knocking on my door. Still paranoid with the thought of J-him seeing me I climbed out of bed and approached the door carefully. The closer I got to the door the more anxious I became; that mixed with the killer hangover that hit me like a ton of bricks was quite possibly the worst combination of things that could happen at a time like this. The knocking started to feel like the noise was pounding against my skull, wanting to rid myself of this monstrous beating on my brain I opened the door without hesitation. Only to be met with the last person I would ever think would show up at my door.

      “Alex?” he raised an eyebrow.

      “Tim?” I reciprocated.

      “Jesus H–no offence but Saige wasn’t kidding when she said you might look like you crawled out of Hell this morning”

      I clenched my jaw “Just come in before anyone else has to endure my ugly” I slammed the door shut behind him causing myself to wince at what sounded like an explosion went off in my brain.

      Trailing behind him I watched him maneuver his way over the mess that was all over the floor; just clothes and shoes in different piles scattered in every square inch of the room.

      “Jeez, you didn’t want to clean up first?” he said finally making it to the bed.

      Too exhausted to argue I rolled my eyes and plopped back on the bed beside him.

      “Man, guess you had a good night last night?” he smiled leaning back on his elbows.

      “Ugh, if this is what this hangover from Hell is indicating…I wish I hadn’t” I covered my eyes with my arm “When did you get in by the way? I thought you were going to be in Japan until tomorrow? And not that I don’t love you but why are you here in the first place?”

      He chuckled “To answer your questions: I got in about three hours ago, I had a change of plans aaand Saige sent me on a recon mission”

      “Why?”

      “She said and I quote ‘Dear God Tim would deal with her because I can’t take her after last night’ end quote” He chuckled again “Also seeing as two of my best friends just got here the night before and one of them was already causing trouble I decided that spending time with that girl in Japan was not really worth it…”

      I uncovered my eyes with a gasp “Oh my God, you are such a jerk–”

      “Relax” he put up his hand “whatever we had between us wasn’t really going anywhere anyway. I think she really just wanted to be with me so she could say she was with me. Seeing as who I hang out with nowadays, it’s getting harder and harder to figure out who wants to hang out with me for me and not for ‘Tim Drake, the DJ who so happens to be signed to Seungri’s music label so that must mean he is friends with BigBang’. I mean they’re not wrong, I am friends with them but still it the principle of the thing” he rolled his eyes.

      Merely looking at his face I could tell he was genuinely hurt, he was one of the nicest and most sincere people I have ever met and just knowing that my selfish wish somewhat came true made my heart hurt.

      “I mean I guess that’s what you get for being such a hot shot DJ with an attractive everything to match” I said trying to make light of the situation.

      “Shut up” he laughed “By the way, are you just gonna chill in your underwear the entire time or are you gonna put on a robe?”

      I looked down at my bra “Tim it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen me in my underwear. I think we are past that point in our friendship”

      “I mean I don’t have a problem, I just don’t want you to think I’m being a perv” he said sincerely.

      “I would never” I jokingly gasped and placed a hand on his shoulder “Anyway, tell me about your new life here: How do you like it? How’s it been? Besides that girl, how is your love life here? You know all that good stuff” I rolled over on my side to face him.

      “Its been..good?”

      “That doesn’t sound too convincing Timmoth” I squinted my eyes at him.

      He let out a small laugh “No I’m serious! Everything’s been great so far, minus the whole ‘love life’ thing” he air quoted.

      “So does that mean you and Chaerin still haven’t talked?” I rested my head on my arm.

      “Yes, that means I still haven’t talked to Chaerin. Honestly I don’t think that’ll ever happen. I mean I invited her to my party so the only thing I can do now is wait and see if she decides to show up. But I’m not going to be completely heartbroken if she doesn’t, at this point I’m used to getting the short end of the stick with her” he sighed.

      “She’ll show I’m sure of it, if there is one thing that sticks with you after breaking up with your boyfriend no matter how long ago it was you always remember those tiny details about them. She, I’m sure, is no different”

      “Don’t even get my hopes up” he playfully pushed my shoulder “Alright enough about my lackluster love life, what about you huh? I’ve only heard about your rendezvous through what people tag me in on twitter”

      I rolled on to my back again staring up at the ceiling “Ugh. I’ll just say it’s slim pickins in LA. I seriously feel like I’ve about dated everyone in Hollywood at this point. I’m just so bored with everyone there, Saige suggested we move to Manhattan for a while to get a change of scenery and…men”

      He let out another small laugh “Orrr

      “Or what?” I turned my head to face him.

      “Or you could come move here and not only would have a complete change of scenery but you’d get to be with me and also an entire new buffet of men to choose from” he wiggled his eyebrows “Ya know” he cleared his throat “I happen to know one or two, single, billionaire musical geniuses that–”

      “Ha-ha very funny” I interjected “don’t even go there Tim”

      “Oh come on Alex!” he put a hand on my shoulder “You’re gonna see him this weekend anyway, why prolong the inevitable?!”

      I brushed his hand off my shoulder.

      “Okay, okay I take it you’re still mad at me about me not telling you that he was coming until you were on your flight over here, but what was I supposed to do? If i had told you earlier you would have either A) not come at all or B) run out of the airport and go AWOL again!” he scrunched up his eyebrows.

      I took and deep breath and looked away from him.

      “And I couldn’t just not invite him when all of the other guys were going to be there, that would have looked super shady on my part. Besides I know you two have your issues, that you still refuse to tell anyone why you guys broke up about in the first place, but he’s also a homie”

      I turned back to glare at him “Okay well then why don’t you marry him then if he such a good homie?”

      “Very mature” he stuck out his tongue “look you and I both know I love you more than anyone in the entire universe, but you also gotta understand he and I are still cool. He’s also one of the biggest musical influences here and I’d really rather not get on his shit list”

      “Are you just doing this because you want me to talk to him?” I raised an eyebrow “What about girl code? If I hate someone you hate them right back, you don’t just hang out with them like it’s nothing and twiddle your thumbs up each other’s asses!”

      “First off, ouch how dare you say I broke girl code ” he pretended to act hurt “And secondly, I didn’t just do this because I wanted you two to talk…well actually that’s partially it…but that’s not the point! What matters is that we all enjoy ourselves this weekend and celebrate not only my day of birth but also my first album finally dropping; all while making sure it is completely drama free for everyone involved” he smiled.

      I crossed my arms and let out a big sigh.

      “Besides, I think after last night you don’t need anymore drama to be broadcasted out for the world to see”

      I sat up quickly “W-what do you mean?”

      “Oh, you haven’t seen?” he sat up with a concerned look on his face “Well ummm…here let me show you”

      ‘Oh God, Saige was right why didn’t my drunk ass just listen to her?!’ I thought to myself. ‘Oh man she really is gonna kick my ass when she sees me…’

      Tim, taking out his phone pulled up some news article that held embarrassing pictures of my drunk self with some guy. Thankfully most all of them were grainy and the pictures were kind of dark, all except for one.

      “What.the.f–” I let out a blood curdling scream.


      “Hyung, don’t get me wrong I just don’t think this is a good idea” Seungri tried for the thousandth time to pull Young-Bae back by his arm.
      “I already told you, we at least have to make sure he’s alive” Young-Bae said undeterred by the maknae’s actions “What are you so afraid of?”
      “And I already told you, if Ji-Yong Hyung is even possible of being conscious he is going to be pissed that we woke him up just to see if he’s still living and have us maimed!” the younger man pulled on his Hyung’s shoulder.

      The older man simply smiled “Not me”

      “Oh must be nice being the golden star best friend! In case you haven’t noticed, Ji-Yong Hyung loves to show me gestures of his affection by inflicting nothing but pain on me and therefore gaining some kind of sick pleasure from hurting me!”

      The older man stopped in his tracks causing the maknae to slightly bump into him “Seungri we’ve all been friends for longer than ten years, don’t you think if he actually wanted you dead he would have done it by now?” he smiled and continued walking.

      Seungri stuck in the spot that he stood thought before he spoke “You know that’s not actually very reassuring!” he called after his Hyung.

      Young-Bae now at the end of the hallway shot Seungri another smile but this one evoking an eye smile along with it. The maknae picked up his pace and swifty jogged to the older man’s position. Both now staring down the door to Ji-Yong’s condo they both were thinking about the repercussions of actually waking the dragon. Young-Bae not wanting to take the first blow pushed the younger man in front of him.

      “Well go ahead, knock on the door” he gestured with his hand.

      Seungri dramatically pointed to himself “Me? You want me to knock on the door?”

      The older man nodded.

      “Hyung were you not listening to anything I was saying back there?” he stared at Young-bae incredulously “Wow. you all must really want me out of BigBang, well it was nice knowing you”

      “Yah” the older man smacked him behind the head “Don’t be so melodramatic and knock on the door would you? And besides we can’t afford to lose you. You’re too important”

      The younger man rubbed the back of his head “Wah. do you mean that Hyung?”

      “Yea if we lose you then who else are we going to pick on? Dae-Sung? Not on your life” he said with a smug smile on his face.

      The maknae looked to the heavens and closed his eyes, cursing at his Hyungs in his head; the only place he was safe to do so.

      “Yah!” another smack to the back of the head “Quit being a dick in your thoughts and knock on the damn door!”

      Seungri went wide eyed; guess he wasn’t so safe in his own mind after all. He shakily raised his fist in the air toward the ever menacing black door. What laid beyond that threshold could either be a nice Ji-Yong welcoming them into his home or the actual Ji-Yong who was going to rip Seungri a new one for waking him. The maknae took a deep breath before he gave three small knocks.

      “Hyung?” he whispered.

      Young-Bae side eyed him “What human being in your right mind is going to be able to hear that?” The older man grabbed a hold of the maknae’s fist and raised it to pound on the door.

      “No, Hyung wait!”

      With not even a full knock, the door swung wide open. As if it were some cartoon, the two stuck both their heads over the threshold and looked inside.

      “Hello?” they said in unison.

      The two stood up straight and began to walk over the threshold at the same time only to get halted by squashing into each other. The older man glared at the maknae and shoved his shoulder to get by. Seungri merely rubbed his shoulder and closed the door behind him. Looking around the living room gave no impression of anyone actually living there, everything was perfectly in its place making it look like it was some kind of eerie museum.
      “Ji-Yong-ah?” Young-Bae called out peeking into every doorway.
      Seungri having already accepted his fate decided to go rifle around his Hyung’s things in his living room; picking up a sculpture here, touching a nicknack there, leaving fingerprints on his vinyl records…whoops, breaking off a piece of said sculpture.
      “Yah” Young-Bae called out to him.
      The maknae quickly put down the abstract sculpture and shoved the broken piece behind some books on the bookshelf. He looked to his Hyung who was whispering ‘he’s in there’ and pointing to the door that was left ajar.
Again as if the two were in some Scooby-Doo cartoon, they carefully tiptoed into the sleeping man’s room. There sprawled out all over the bed, with half of the sheets and comforter dangling off the bed, was the sleeping form of their best friend. With his mouth parted and a slight trail of drool coming out of his mouth Ji-Yong let out a loud snore that startled the maknae causing him to step back onto a squeaky cat toy; Young-Bae slapped him on his shoulder.
      “Yah! Are you trying to to get us killed?!” he whispered loudly.
      “I thought you said you had nothing to worry about!” Seungri loudly whispered back.
      “I don’t! I’m just worried about you” the two of them continued their whisper argument only to be startled again.
      “Yah! If you two are done pretending like I can’t hear you, you can both kindly get the fuck out” Ji-Yong lifted his head up sleepily.
      “Sorry” the other two said in unison.
      “What do you even want at this hour?” he said plopping his head back into his sea of pillows and tangled bed sheets.
      “It’s three in the afternoon” they said again in unison.
      Ji-Yong dazedly lifted his head again looking toward his window “No it’s not there’s no sun”
      Walking to the window Young-Bae pulled the curtains back “that’s because you live like a vampire and have black out curtains “
      “Yah!” Ji-Yong struggled to bury himself under his sheets “What are you trying to kill me?!”
      “Ok enough” the dreaded man walked to his bedside “we dealt with your drunk ass last night, it’s all been fun and games but now it’s time to wake the fuck up” he pulled him by the only foot that was sticking out of the covers.
      Ji-Yong clawing at his bed like a cat protested.
      “Come on man just get up!”
      “Do we have a photoshoot?” he asked in a muffled voice with his face firmly planted onto the mattress.
      “No?”
      “Music video shoot?”
      “No?”
      “An interview?”

      “No?”

      “A record to write?”

      “No, Ji-Yong why–”
      “Then I have no good reason be even be conscious” he said taking his foot back “
      “Seriously man come on, Seungri and I–”
      “Seungri?” Ji-Yong quickly lifted his head and snapped it in in their direction.
      “Yea Seungri, who the hell else did you think I was arguing with?”
      “I don’t know Young-Bae, I’ve stopped questioning the voices”
      The other two glanced at each other raising an eyebrow.
      The dazed man rubbed his face with his hand “Ok I’ll bite, why the fuck are you here?”
      “Because you can’t keep living like this! I hardly get to see you when we’re not on tour or doing some kind of press junket or variety show, even then we pretend like everything is all ok when it’s not. All you do is drink yourself stupid, complain while you’re drunk, smoke so much that I swear one of these days you’re going to need an iron lung support or something!  It’s like the Kwon Ji-Yong I grew up with doesn’t even exist anymore!”
      Ji-Yong pursed his lips “Tsk. What are you my girlfriend all of a sudden? Get in line you’re not the only one who noticed. Any other complaints or can I just go back to sleep?”
      The dreaded man let out a heavy sigh “Pfft. yea right we’d all know where that would go real fast…” he said under his breath.
      “What was that?” he threw off the covers hopping off the bed and walking to square up to his best friend.
      Seungri, having been silent the entire time, noticed this was going to take a turn for the worse and intervened before any fists went flying.
      “Ji-Yong Hyung”
      He turned to glare at him.
      “Young-bae Hyung” he held up his hands between the two “Why don’t we just go to the kitchen and get some food and some coffee in you guys huh? We can eat a little, talk a little…not using harsh words…and just get rid of the bad energy from last night”
      The two older men glanced at each other “fine..” they said in unison and headed out toward the kitchen.
      “Hey Hyung” the maknae trailing behind the two spoke up again “Don’t you wanna maybe change out of your clothes from last night?”
      Ji-Yong stopped in his tracks to glare at him.
      “N-nevermind…”
      Along the way Ji-Yong stopped to boot up his laptop that was sitting on the kitchen island then made a b-line for the coffee maker and his pack of cigarettes. Young-Bae simply leaned against the furthest wall and looked down at his feet, still fuming about his little spat with his best friend. Seungri, even in everyday situations, made his way into the kitchen last. He caught a glimpse of his Hyung’s laptop screen and immediately stopped mid-step.
      Ji-Yong raised an eyebrow “what did some porn pop up or something?” he asked lighting his cigarette
      “N-no. just a picture of” he cleared his throat “Kim Tae-Hee popped up” he gave a weak smile.

      The older man gave him a questioning look “Ahh ok?” and turned to ash his cigarette in the ashtray before him. His fingers slightly trembling from the actions of the previous night caused him to accidentally drop his cigarette into the sink.
      “Aish!” he hollered as he threw his now soggy cigarette into the bin and turned away from the other two to light another one.
      The maknae, wide eyed, looked to his other Hyung as a plea for help. Trying to subtly beg the dreaded man with his eyes that he needed him to distract Ji-Yong while he closes out of the webpage on the laptop’s screen; needless to say his actions were lost in translation. Young-Bae not understanding what the younger man was trying to tell him raised an eyebrow and mouthed ‘what?’, Seungri balled his fists in silent frustration and turned the screen toward his oblivious Hyung and emphatically pointed to the news article that blatantly held pictures of ‘DO NOT CALL HER’ in the arms of a man that wasn’t Ji-Yong and at the same exact club they were at the night before no less! Young-Bae went wide eyed and quickly dashed in the direction of the unsuspecting man before he could turn back around; he put his arm around his shoulder. Ji-Yong feeling suspicious about his two friend’s actions wasn’t sure what to think; truthfully he didn’t want to think at all he’d much rather be back in bed ignoring everyone.
      The maknae glanced as his two Hyungs talked it out and as Young-Bae took it upon himself to have a death grip on Ji-Yong’s shoulder forcing him to look out the window as he poetically described the meaning of their friendship to him. Seungri acting quickly turned the laptop back toward him and carefully closed the article but not before looking at all the pictures and reading the headline. ‘Alexandra McMahon Out Partying in Seoul With Mystery Man: Keep reading for pictures below’. Oh shit he was really going to be in trouble now.

We are 50 Blessings. 
Together, we M͏͟A҉́͏R͡͏̨Ç̡H̶̶̛̕͝ 
Into the future. 
You have reached a Wrong Number. 

Oc Writing Challenge

Okay guys, so there are 15 prompts so that should make this challenge 15 day long. It’s actually my first attempt on creating a challenge so be soft with me.

Rules: 1) write no more than 500 - 800 words. 2) please tag me in your stuff, if you decide to do this

1) Your oc is severely injured during a battle/ car crush.

2) Your OC’s s/o falls asleep on their lap/hands or vice versa.

3) Use the prompt: “I really don’t think I need new underwear”

4)“What are you doing in my apartment in [… am]? And why am I sleeping nude?”AU

5) Your OC’s first visit at a museum/aquarium

6) Your OC receives a ‘very important’ phone call at 2 am

7)“yes I know friends should act like that but really, it’s just platonic!” AU

8) Your OC gets a puppy on their birthday by s/o or dear friend.

9)“I’m totally not calling you to tell you I slipped in the bathroom and that I think I broke my leg I’m dying. And totally because I don’t need any help..But come quickly because I love you” AU

10) Your OC and their friends are watching a scary movie. They all are scared to death, except for this one obnoxious friend who says they’re not scared at all. A very short while after your OC sneezes so loud, making the obnoxious friend lose their shit.

11) Your OC finally has a haircut

12) “of course I don’t suck at dancing terribly” 80’s AU

13) (Your choice of prompt)

14) Your OC’s first kiss

15) A story based on your OC’s theme song.

Brooke and Michael friendship hcs

(They need WAY more love in this fandom. C’mon people, get on it)


-Once when Brooke was sick at home, Michael stopped by pinkberry and brought her favorite treat in the world.

-Mrs. Lohst lets him in and he enters her room quietly at first, and then.

-*kicks door* Michael makes an entrance.

-”M - Michael, what are you - You didn’t.”

-Her eyes drift to the fro-yo in his hands.

-”Oh, but Brooklyn. I did.”

-She’d give him a hug, but doesn’t want to get him sick too.

-After that, it becomes a tradition to bring her frozen yogurt when she’s sick at home.

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anonymous asked:

Okay I need 8, 16, and 26 in one imagine, please and thank you, and I'll apologize in advance for all the grief that will be spent if this is written.

HAHA anon let me tell you, the combination you picked was so good. I was a little sad while creating this story because of the topics, but I also had a lot of fun writing this. 

anyways, here is the imagine you requested from this post!

the way you said I love you

“Can we talk?” You hear the phone conversation from last night in the back of your mind as you get out of your car.

“I’m not sure what there is to talk about.” You remember replying.

“Please?” You start walking towards the coffee shop on Main Street. He said he’d meet you here.

“I need to talk to you again.”

You open the front door and are comforted by the smell of coffee beans and a familiar cologne.

“There’s nothing more to say.”

You look to the side, and there’s Shawn, sitting by the window sill.

“You might not have anything to say–”

He sees you and suddenly stands

“–but I do.”

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👓 Dating Ben Park would include 👓

▪ reading comic books together

▫ (you’re hooked after a few books, all thanks to your lovely Benjamin Park)

▪ he totally drew a whole comic book as a gift for you

▫ you’re both badass characters that fell in love after a bit of a rocky start

▪ [like in real life, tbh]

▫ DRINKING BOBA MILK

▪ going to the ComicCon

▫ m a t c h i n g c o s t u m e s

▪ (roleplay in the bedroom with the costumes and that’s a fact, #notsorry)

▫ slowly undressing him, tracing every line on his body before you both melt into one

▪ whispering compliments to eachother

▫ taking long baths with him

▪ his hand slowly sliding between your legs, making you moan and press against his fingers a bit more

▫ (it does get hot and heavy in the tub)

▪ DATES IN THE ARCADES

▫ trying every game (you’re a sore loser, ofc)

▪ his sketchbook is full of you, because he is so smitten

▫ he tries to teach you how to draw

▪ Ben’s a really really patient teacher, but you don’t really get the hang of it

▫ PLAYFUL BANTER

▪ “draw me like one of your comic figures, benjamin”

▫ geeky references you don’t get at first

▪ (after a weekend at home and a whole stack of movies and comic books you’re the one with the references)

▫ spending as much time together as possible

▪ (even if it’s just quietly sitting next to eachother and doing something entirely different)

▫ you love to watch him draw, because he seems so at ease and content, so happy

▪ and let’s be honest, you’re happy when he’s happy

▫ Ben’s the boyfriend that wants to capture every moment of you, because he adores you so much

▪ (he loves to take photos of you when you’re occupied with something)

▫ teasing him a bit about his habit with his glasses

▪ (you secretly think it’s really really cute)

▫ TEXTING THROUGHOUT THE DAY

▪ (bc, yk, you can’t keep away from him for too long)

▫ using too many emojis, you’re so whipped

▪ you saved him under ‘SuperBen’

▫ so many kisses on the cheek AND NOSE

▪ LUNCH DATES BETWEEN WORK

▫ h a n d h o l d i n g

▪ randomly recording videos of eachother, especially while doing something silly

▫ 2 AM phone calls, because he missed you and wanted to hear your voice

Dating Jessica Davis would Include

Originally posted by stileslydias

(Requested by anonymous)

  • Phone calls at 2 AM with lots of shushed giggles
  • Coffee dates at Monét’s
  • Jessica being hella protective over you
  • “Montgomery, if you look at her like that one more time you’re a dead man.”
  • You becoming friends with Hannah and Alex by default
  • Who, by the way, totally shipped you two
  • Cute, giggly kisses when you think no one is watching
  • Playing with her hair 
  • Jessica’s dad always inviting you over for dinner
  • And her siblings adoring you
  • Calling her “Jessi”
  • You always liking to steal her clothes
  • “Y/n, if you want to wear my shit you could just ask,” Jessica would say with an amused smile, catching you in the halls wearing her favorite maroon hoodie 
  • hUgS fRoM bEhInD
  • Going to the Crescent together on rainy days as a tradition
  • Always sharing a bag of skittles during the movie
  • After a while, Hannah started letting you two in for free
  • Forehead kisses
  • Letting Jessica cry into your shoulder when she needed to
  • Never losing the spark
Bad Timing-Josh Dun Imagine Part 1

Description: Josh and you are friends who haven’t seen each other in 2 months. When you finally do see each other things get complicated. 

Warnings: None 

Josh and you have been friends forever so it was no surprise when you got a phone call at 2:00 am. It was a Friday night and he had just done a show in your hometown which you attended. He texted you and asked if you wanted to join his fun, but going to a club with him and a bunch of his friends didn’t sound appealing to you. Instead, you went back to your place and watched movies in your sweatpants. You had dozed off on the couch and were thankful that the call woke you from the uncomfortable position. When you looked at your phone you just rolled your eyes and answered, not knowing what he wanted. 

“Hello?” You said, clearing your throat. 

“[Y/N] I am so glad you answered!” Josh’s words slurred together, letting you know he reached his drink number. “You know it has been a long time since you hung out with me. You need to be here!” 

“You know where I live. When you are sober you should come over.” You caught yourself smiling at the thought of seeing him. It had been 2 months since you were face to face with your friend. You were jolted out of your thoughts when a different voice was talking to you. 

“Hey, are you there? Listen, I have to go, something came up at home. Can you come pick up Josh?” You recognized Tyler’s voice and knew that you had no other choice. You agreed and hung up the phone. 

As you pulled into the club, you got out to search for Josh. When you walked in you immediately spotted the neon hair and made your way over. You were greeted with Josh picking you up in a hug and spinning you around. 

“I have missed you so much!” Josh said while setting you down. “You look so good.” You rolled your eyes at his remarks and led him to your car. 

When you were both settled in the car, you started to drive home. You looked over at Josh who had his eyes closed and was rocking his head back and forth. You decided to break the silence. 

“So, this isn’t exactly how I planned our reunion.” You laughed and glanced over at him. He opened his eyes and smiled, then placed his hand on your thigh. This threw you off and you didn’t know what to say or do, so you just continued driving in silence. 

Once you arrived at your place, you got Josh out of the car and up the stairs to the guestroom. Josh was sitting on the edge of the bed and as you said goodnight and walked off, he grabbed your hand and spun you around. 

“You know most people wouldn’t get up in the middle of the night to pick up their lousy, drunk friend.” He said, his smile fading quickly. 

You laughed and tried to get his smile back, “What was I supposed to do, just leave you there? And you’re not lousy.”

He dropped your hand and rubbed his eyes. “I really have missed you. I am sorry that I haven’t been around.” 

You cut him off before he said anything else, “In your defense, you’ve been a little busy.”He smiled again before saying, “You do look really good.” 

You looked down at yourself, wearing sweatpants, a red tank top and house shoes, “Wow, how much did you drink?” You laughed at the dig at yourself. 

He stood up again engulfing you in a hug. 

“I have missed you too Josh. But we don’t have to catch up right now, you don’t have to leave until tomorrow night. We can do this part in the morning.” You let go, breaking the hug and doing your best to get him into bed. “I’ll be right down the hall if you need anything.” And with that you went to your own bed, falling asleep almost instantly. 

The next morning you got up, making waffles for you and Josh. You took them into the guestroom where he was and to your surprise, he was already up. 

“Did you sleep okay? I brought hangover cure.” You say as you make your way into the room. Josh scoots over to make room for you in the bed. 

“My personal hero!” He jokes as you both take bites of your waffles. 

“So, what do famous people do on Saturday’s?” You nudged him in the side as he rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t know, if you ever meet a famous person you should ask them.” He laughed and you tossed back ideas finally deciding to stay in and watch movies. 

The day continued on with the two of you talking, catching up and occasionally watching some of the movies that were playing in the background. You filled each other in on every part of life that happened while he was away. You found yourself being unusually cuddly with your friend and to your surprise, he didn’t stop you. At one point you had turned on “A Goofy Movie” and both became really tied up in a conversation about your love lives. 

“I can’t believe you still are single!” Josh blurted out. 

“Ouch. Thanks.” You pretended to be mad. 

“Its just that, I have been gone for two months and I figured you would have settled down with that Cody guy.” 

“Just the thought of that name makes me cringe. Let’s just say that guy turned out to be a total jerk. I may just swear off relationships all together.” Your smile quickly faded. 

“Don’t do that quite yet.” Josh said as he pressed his lips to yours. 

As the kiss broke you just stared at him for a moment. “Dammit Josh.”You say under your breath. 

“[Y/N], I am sorry, I just have been wanting to do that for a long time.” 

You didn’t even think before saying these next words, “And I have wanted you to, but dammit, you have bad timing.” You scoot back to the edge of the couch and pull your knees to your chest. “This isn’t fair.” 

Josh shakes his head still smiling, “Why do you do this? Why are you so afraid to let things happen? How is this not fair? You’re my best friend and I have wanted you for a long time.” 

“Because, Josh, you get to leave in an hour and I get to stay here. I get to fret about how I am in love with a guy who is going to be halfway across the world in the morning. You get to go explore the world and I get to sit in my house and sulk about how much I miss you. None of this is fair.” The words practically jumped out of your mouth so fast that even you didn’t know what you were saying. 

You looked up at Josh who was staring at you with a smile so big his eyes disappeared. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” you  spat at him. 

All he said back was, “Say it again.”

You looked around the room, trying to avoid eye contact and blink away the tears that were forming in your eyes. “Say what again?”

“Say it again.” He said it much slower this time. You knew exactly which part he was talking about. 

You look down and started fidgeting with your hands, “I’m in love with you.”You whispered. 

Before you could even finish Josh had let his lips meet yours again, this time much more intense. “I’m in love with you [Y/N].” He smiled and kissed you again. You kissed back briefly before pulling away, throwing your head into your hands. 

“But none of this changes the fact that our timing is off.” You spoke between sobs.

“Then come with me.” He said the words and I waited for the laugh, he could not be serious. “Come with me.” He said again. 

You looked up at Josh, searching his face for a sign that he wasn’t serious. But he was for real, and this moment was really happening and you had a choice to make. 

anonymous asked:

Could you write a fix where Nancy gets drunk at a party or something (like SUPER frickin drunk) and phones Jonathan to pick her up and she confesses her feelings for him. And he really doesn't know what to do, because she keeps trying to kiss him and he's just like "k get in the bed you're drunk"


Jonathan definitely did not expect to get a phone call at 2 am. The ring jumped him right out of the shallow sleep he had been in. He rubbed his eyes and sat up further, through his groggy haze realizing that he must have fallen asleep on the couch. A slight groan found its way out of his chest when he squinted at the clock above the television.

When he picked up the phone, however, he was even more surprised when he heard the voice on the other end and the deafening pulse of party music in the background.

“Hello?”

“Jonathan. Hey, I didn’t wake you up did I?”.

Jonathan pressed a finger to his other ear and spoke loudly back into the phone, “Barb? No, no I uh…was awake. Where are you?”

“Tommy’s house. We…well Steve kind of wanted to take Nancy to a party and things kind of went south”. Raised, angry sounding voices suddenly sounded above the music.

He stood up quickly from the couch and tightened his grip on the phone, “What happened? Is Nancy okay?”

Barb paused on the other end of the line and yelled something inaudible away from the phone.

She sounded even more exasperated when she came back to the phone, “Sort of? She’s just really upset…and really, really drunk. Listen, I hate to ask you this late but is there any way you could give us both a ride home? We came with Steve and it doesn’t exactly look like he’d be willing or able to drive us”.

Jonathan sighed and rubbed his temple, “Okay, I’m grabbing the keys now. Be there in twenty minutes”.

“Thanks, Jonathan, really appreciate it,” more yelling exploded in the background, “Oh god, I have to go, see you then”.

Quietly, so as not to wake up anyone in the house, he pulled on his jacket and grabbed his keys sitting on the kitchen counter. After scribbling a quick note for his mother in case she woke up, he slipped out the door and started his car.

+++

Jonathan sat in his car and stared at the house in front of him. The party inside was nothing short of out of control. He could clearly hear the music coming from the house while he was still in his front seat. Extremely drunk teenagers stumbled past the windows of the house holding beer cans and falling over each other. There were two passed out on the lawn.

Sweat was already collecting on his hands and his heartbeat was already picking up. Furiously, he wiped his palms on his jeans and focused on controlling his breathing. Jonathan hated crowds, but even more so, he hated crowds consisting of people he knew, especially from school.

All at once, his chest began to slowly tighten and he started to think of every single thing that could go wrong if he stepped into that party.

Do I really have so go in? Can’t I just honk and have Barb meet me out here?

Shit, no no no that would draw so much attention.

So I have to go up to the door.

Do I knock?

No, everyone is too drunk to hear me, so I should just walk in.

Wait, but what if I’m supposed to knock.

I don’t want anyone mad at me.

They won’t care they’re drunk.

But what about when I find Nancy?

Is Steve going to be there?

Is he going to be pissed if I try to take Nancy away?

Is he going to fight me?

I DON’T WANT TO FIGHT STEVE- SHIT!

Wait no. Steve is going to be too drunk to even notice.

They’re all too drunk.

Nancy is too drunk…

He let out a frustrated grunt and sucked in another breath through his nose to stable himself. This was going to be a nightmare. But he was here for Nancy. So, slowly and deliberately, he opened his door and put both feet on the ground. For Nancy.

+++

It was basically everything Jonathan had expected and worse.

As he stepped onto the pathway leading up to the house, he had finally settled on just slipping through the door instead of knocking. It wouldn’t draw too much attention, he could grab Barb and Nancy, walk right out the door, and be right on his way.

Reality, however, was a bit more complicated than that.

The second he opened the door, it slammed right back in his face, making forceful contact with his nose as a staggering body collided with the other side. Rubbing his pulsing nose, he slowly and much more tentatively pushed the door back open and stepped inside.

The place was an absolute wreck. Red solo cups dominated nearly every inch of flat surface. Those that couldn’t make it onto said surfaces, were on the floor along with their contents. The smell of stale beer was so strong, he found himself covering his nose with his jacket sleeve and breathing through his mouth. Bad pop music pounded out of a boom box from the living room (Jonathan grimaced at Steve’s horrible, horrible music taste and kept his frantic mind busy by slowly naming, in order, all the tracks off The Smith’s album).

Wasted, sweaty teenagers effectively took up what seemed to be every negative space in the house, squeezing around each other, jostling through rooms, spilling down the stairs, joining into one collective organizam to suffocate him.

He was half way through the lower level of the house and naming the tracks off of Journey’s Escape album when he felt someone grab his forearm. He spun around to find Barb staring up at him through her thick glasses.

“Hey relax it’s me,” she said quickly as Jonathan let out the breath he had been holding. She motioned to the living room, “she’s in there, come on”.

Barb lead him into the room and his eyes immediately found Nancy.

The tiny girl was standing in the middle of the room with a beer in her hand, practically toe to toe with Steve. And she was tearing him a new one.

As Jonathan got closer he began to hear her obviously drunken screams more clearly.

“…I don’t CARE what she did you asshole, I literally leave you alone for five minutes and I come back to find you all over another girl!”

“JESUS Nancy you know it’s not what you think-”

“NO THAT’S THE THING, STEVE, IT ALWAYS TURNS OUT TO BE EXACTLY WHAT I THINK”.

“Nancy…” Nancy turned her unfocused eyes to Jonathan who was now standing next to her. It was hard to tell if her or Steve was more confused in that moment.

“Jonathan what are you doing here?”

“Well hello to you too,” he reached down and took the beer can out of her hand, setting it on the table next to them, “I’m here to take you home”.

She blinked stupidly a few times and reached back down for her beer, “Let me just-”

“No,” replied Jonathan a bit more firmly, this time gently taking both her hands in his, “You’ve had enough to drink, Nance. It’s time to go home”.

The fire in Nancy’s eyes seemed to recede a little bit and after a moment she nodded and began walking away with him.

“Hey, Byers, what the hell, we were in the middle of something here,” Steve took a step towards Jonathan but was quickly blocked by Barb.

“Yeah, I think you’ve done enough tonight,” she snapped. She spun on her heel away from the dumb look on Steve’s face and followed her two friends out the door into the biting night air.

+++

Nancy threw up twice before they made it to Jonathan’s car, so Barb had to run back inside and collect a plastic trash bag for the car ride back. The two gently placed both bag and Nancy in the front seat, Barb slid into the back, and they were off.

The first few minutes of the car were mostly silence, occasionally punctuated by Barb giving Jonathan directions to turn at the next light and Nancy mumbling nonsense under her breath.

About five minutes in Barb was the one to really speak.

“Hey, thanks again. For coming to get us, I know it was a little inconvenient”.

“Oh, uh, it really wasn’t a problem,” Jonathan adjusted his rear view mirror so he could see her better, “What exactly happened?”

Barb sighed, “Steve happened. Everything was going fine until he convinced her to play beer pong, and she found him on the couch with Missy Roberts about fifteen minutes later. She started screaming, then Steve started screaming and that’s about when I called you”.

Jonathan glanced over to Nancy who sat with her head on his jacket against the car window, her eyes closed

He felt his cheeks start to heat up as he saw Barb studying him intently from the backseat.

“She really appreciates you, you know,” Jonathan looked to see a small smile tugging at the corners of Barb’s lips, “She was drunk off of her ass and in the middle of a yelling match but when I asked her who I should call the first name she said was yours,” Jonathan tried to ignore the way that statement sent a jolt through his chest. Barb rolled her eyes and looked back out her window,  “We wouldn’t have had to call you if it hadn’t been for Steve in the first place…”

Nancy suddenly laughed so forcefully she let out a snort. Both sets of eyes snapped over to her “You’re so different from Steve, Jonathan”.

Silence fell over the car once again as the two teenagers stared at the drunk girl next to them.

“You actually care about me,” she slurred on, “And you’re soooooo nice to me and I don’t know why you’re still so nice to me after I went back to Steve GOD what was I thinking?” Nancy laughed loudly again and laid her head back on the jacket, her voice beginning to dreamily trail off, “What was I thinking?”

Jonathan slowly looked back in the mirror to meet Barb’s eyes once again. The small smile was back on her lips as she gazed back at him. But this smile was different from the one before. It was more sad, empathetic. In that moment, it was as if Barb knew exactly what he was feeling. What he had been feeling for the last few months.

It was like she knew about every time his chest would ache when he saw them together, every time his chest swelled with anger when he had to sit by and watch Steve treat her like that, every time his heart would swell with something like hope whenever Nancy would touch him, or laugh with him, or need him.

Every time like tonight.

It was right in that moment as they sat in the car with the street lights blurring by and the knowing silence weighing on both of their shoulders, that both teenagers came to the same exact realization.

That Jonathan was hopelessly, desperately, and completely in love with Nancy Wheeler.

Part 20 - Young Hearts (3)

Lately I’ve been going out frequently with Hanson. Cuddling over the weekend, waking up right next to him while he’s still soundly asleep, cooking brunch for him, baking dessert for him, holding his hands in the car, just staring at him while he’s driving, kissing his forehead, whispering next to his ears telling him ‘I miss you’, laughing at the chessy jokes he said, sex. - Things that I felt


Hanson : Can I get a back rub ? (already removing his shirt on the bed)

Me : (sat behind his back and gently give him a massage)

Hanson : (heavy breathing, letting out sighs of pleasure)


Translucent light shines through my window on his body as I gently touches his body like it was my first time touching it. He started snoring halfway rubbing his back, I got off from his back and covering him with my blanket, switch off the lights and went downstairs to bake him brownies. 

I was giggling like a kid when I’m baking, stirring the mixture. When the brownies are out from the oven, I took upstairs to my room, he was on my laptop watching some videos.

Hanson : Ooo whats that ! (peeking at the brownies on the plate)

Me : Brownies for you (smiling)

Hanson : aw you don’t have to do that.

Me : I only do it for people that I care (whispering next to him)

Hanson : (hugged me with eyes closed)


That night we were exploring each other’s bodies for the first time, we kissed passionately, eagerly removing each other’s clothes, tongue tied, hands running on the surface of the body, kissing on the neck.

Me : (moaning while Hanson is playing with my nipples)

Hanson : you’re so sensitive here.

Me : (shyly looking away)

Hanson : someone’s shy (kissed me)

we were naked on the bed, despite the cold wind blowing from the air-con our bodies are sweating by the heat of us exploring each other. He lay on the bed while touches his waist gently as he moans and I went right down stroking his cock, I sucked it all the way down while licking it from the inside, swirling circles around his dick head as he react :

Hanson : Fuck ! you’re so good (Moan very loud)

Me : shh not so loud silly.

his body reacted to it every time I suck it right. I took the lube from my drawer, as he squeeze out the lube and start fingering my hole as I moans while he lean forward and kisses me on the lips gently. Slowly inserting his finger one by one stretching my hole. As he’s wearing the condom, I lifted my legs up high as he inserts later on.

Me : Yeah (feeling it)

Hanson : mmm (lean forward and kisses me)

I could recall we both moan very loudly from doggy to standing and I was about to cum while he’s fucking me from behind standing.

Me : I’m close fuck (stroking my own cock)

Hanson : (grabbing my waist while pounding me)

I cummed all over the floor while he cummed inside the condom not long after I cum. As Hanson lean behind my back panting, and we burst out laughing.

Me : good sex ! haha (turns around and kiss him)

Hanson : lets go shower !

after cleaning up we both were laying on the bed. Resting

Hanson : So how did I do just now ?

Me : Huh ? you mean during sex ?

Hanson : ya

Me : Hmm it was good. I like it when you play with my nipples hehe.

Hanson : you’re so good at sucking. Let’s go for second round

Me : (Laughing) haha I can’t, I want my sleep.


As the weekend goes by, we were very happy spending time together, it’s been a month since we known each other and definitely we felt something but we didn’t say it out yet. Still playing it cool, taking time to know each other.

He’s the person that could make me uninstall Grindr and Jackd. and I did, on the first week we known each other, I did. Leaving my profile written.

  “I found a special someone worthy to uninstall this application. Bye !”

I told my friends about him. I admit I felt something for him, I sniff through the blanket just to remind myself of him, I stay up late just for him, I cook for him, I always take pictures of me and him, I show him the side of me that I don’t show to everyone, I show him my flaws, I tell him I miss him

But I haven’t tell him I like him, or perhaps I love you? 

But do you know whats the worst part of falling in love? 

is that he doesn’t felt the same as you do. 


waking up, looking at my phone.

2 missed calls - Hanson 1:42 am 

1 Whatsapp Message - Hanson 3:55 am 

 Hanson : “I hope you don’t mind if I had fun with other guys :(


Why should I feel upset? When I can’t even call you mine.

Me : “Its ok. No biggy

It’s ok.

Apartment 5108 // 5

Apartment 5108 — ft. Oh Sehun
// Contemporary Romance
// Adult Fiction
// Sexual & Explicit Language — in later chapters

Chapters
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5

Sehun has placed me in a difficult position. I wasn’t sure how to act in front of him afterwards or if we were classified as friends now. If anything, what he did for me has left me in complete confusion because for my whole life, my only friend has been Soi. But even with Soi I have never divulged stories from my past. I never thought to because it was either irrelevant to bring it up or that she could never possibly understand what I went through. 

It helped talking to Sehun about something that I have pushed down for so long and in a way it has felt relieving. I suppose I have always been afraid to tell people because I was scared they wouldn’t be able to empathize. I thought they would downplay my experiences, making it seem like living with my parents was no big deal–everyone has a sob story and this was mine. I was afraid they wouldn’t believe me and think I was making the whole thing up for compassion sake.

Sehun defies my negative thoughts. He responded genuinely, bringing in his prior experiences with his mom to help ease away the pain that rested on my heart and mind. He has left an impression that was far better than when I first met him, changing my view of him for the most part. In my post reaction with him in the following weeks, I have unfortunately done what I have always done. I act like nothing happened and continue on with my apathetic and dispassionate lifestyle.

But he surprises me. He carries on with the forehead kisses. One before work and one before bed. I don’t reject them. I let him kiss me because I’ve never felt true ardent emotions before him. All that I’ve known is animosity from family so a part of me wants to hold onto this tiny profound act from Sehun as long as I can. I know the kisses don’t mean anything to him. Even with his explanation, I don’t understand why he bothered with me. He could have said ‘Okay, leave’ but he didn’t. He didn’t throw me out of his life because it would have been more convenient. He changed his behavior for me and hasn’t been drunk out of his wits since that night. I can’t say the same for his dating but at least I’m not getting phone calls at 2:00 AM to pick him up. I appreciate his actions in helping me be more comfortable in this apartment.

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Parties Can Hurt Sometimes Part5 (Dan Howell)

This chapter hits me in the domestic feels between Dan and (y/n)! 

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“You kissed him!?” Exclaimed Zoe a bit too loud for my liking

“Shh Zoe” I said pulling her away from a group of girls near us so they couldn’t hear “Please don’t be so loud what if someone hears you?”

“I’m sorry but I’m just shocked” She said as we kept looking around the shop “You guys kissed and you’re telling me this just now. I mean why didn’t you told us on Sunday?” She asked referring to herself and Tanya

“Because I knew you would both freak out and start asking not only me but Joe as well for the details and I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable.” I said shrugging as I took hold of a cute flowery bowl “It’s bad enough I pretty much rejected him, I didn’t want him to also feel uncomfortable with you guys asking him about it. Do you like this one?” I asked Zoe still holding the bowl

“It’s adorable and you’re right. He doesn’t need that not after you rejected him” Zoe said chuckling

“Zoe it’s not funny” I whined letting out a small chuckle myself “I feel really bad about it but still I couldn’t just lie and tell him I felt the same besides he knew it would have been a lie”

“I know, don’t worry too much about it. But you sure you guys didn’t do anything more than kiss?” She teased

“Oh my.. I shouldn’t have told you anything I knew this would happen” I said as we both laughed, looked around a little more and then went to pay for the things we got

It had been exactly a week since the Gleam party and I was currently staying at the Zalfie house hold. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to tell Zoe about my kiss with Joe but I had been so busy and focused on other things that I kind of forgot to tell her. It was good to talk about this with Zoe because apart from her I really didn’t know who to talk about it with. Phil was off the list by a long run because if he knew that meant eventually Dan would too and I wasn’t sure I wanted Dan to find out at least not right now. Not to mention that Phil would go crazy on me because of it, asking if it had anything to with me trying to forget about Dan and much more in the lines of that which really wasn’t. Kissing Joe felt great, I don’t regret kissing him for a second but I did feel bad about rejecting him after all he is a really good guy and an amazing friend. Things would be much easier with me liking Joe instead of Dan and I wouldn’t be stuck in all this mess and would have lost one of my best friends because of it.

“We’ve never been to this place before” I said as we sat down on a table near one of the windows

“I know, Mark and I came here the other day and he said you would probably love the place” She said as we opened up our menus

“Of course he did. Speaking of I’m yet to buy the last few presents of him for Christmas” I said looking through the menu and seeing what sounded like a really good meal

“Have you finished buying everyone their presents or is it just Mark?” Zoe asked laughing a bit

“I have the main presents for most people but I’m yet to buy other presents. I mean how am I supposed to know what to buy Alfie?” I asked her shaking my head

“I know, I still find it hard to get him something for Christmas every year” She said to which we both laughed, putting down our menus our waiter made his way to us taking our orders and going to get us our drinks “You’ll know what to get him, he even likes silly gifts”

“Good to know” I said as our waiter came with our drinks

“So who else is left then?” She asked taking a sip of her drink

“Well there’s Phil, Anna.. Umm Dodie, oh and Dan..” I said looking at my drink

“Have you talked to at all?” She asked looking at me with a half smile “I mean you guys were going to spend Christmas together weren’t you?” She questioned

“We were supposed to, it was the plan but things change, plans change. I mean I could always go to Dodie’s, she’d invited me before” I said remembering the small party Dodie and a few of our friends did at her place

“It’s not the same (y/n), this was a big deal. I mean you were going to spend Christmas with his family” She said with a bit of a frown

“We were but it wasn’t a big deal Zo, really. We were friends and that’s all we ever were. I mean I have known him for nearly three years now if he had feelings for me he would have told me” I said shrugging

“Yeah just like you told him how you love him” She said with a raised eyebrow making me squint my eyes

“Touché but things are different now. He has a girlfriend that I believe he really really likes, we are no longer friends and to tell you the truth I don’t think we’ll ever be friends again” I said dabbing the inner corners of my eyes to stop the tears from falling

“Don’t say that. You just have to give him some time to calm down” She suggested

“I have given him time. Two weeks to be precise and he’s yet to talk to me. Zoe I think it’s time we just accept the the truth and know that Dan and I are no longer friends and probably never will be again” Sitting straight I cleared my throat and looked at her “Now could we please just talk about something else?” I asked hoping she would stop asking about Dan

Thankfully she changed the subject and we talked about everything and anything. She mentioned there was a video idea she wanted us to do later today if not tomorrow to which I said yes and loved the idea. Soon after our food arrived and Mark was right I did ended up loving the place and wanting to come back whenever I had the chance.

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Three months later

Three months, I still couldn’t believe it’s been three months since we’ve stopped being friends. It definitely felt weird to say the least, I tried so hard not to be in a place were I knew he would be. Phil and I had come with a system when it came for me to being at their apartment, he knew I wouldn’t want to be there when Dan was so I would only be there on times he would be out or at Samantha’s apartment. Throughout the months I had to slightly interact with Dan about 5 times just normal things like when I was about to leave and he got home earlier than expected but nothing more than that. That was until today, I was currently on my way to their house trying my hardest to get there as fast as possible. Getting woken up at 2 am with a phone call is always annoying but hearing Phil’s worried voice I was more than awake and ready for anything he had to say. The fans knew about Dan’s existential crisis but never to what extend they would go, there were times like this one were it was too much to handle for him. It wouldn’t be a funny ‘oh you’re having another existential crisis’ it would turn into him curled up in a corner crying his eyes out over everything that went through his head. It would usually take Phil hours to finally calm Dan out, a few months after we’d become friends Dan had one of his crisis and I was so worried I tried to help in anyway possible, at the end I’d managed to calm him down. Kneeling in front of him and making him look me in the eyes would calm him down a bit after that I would hug him on the floor as he made our limbs intertwine in every way possible so I was as close as humanly possible to him. That I learned was the only way I could calm him down and I would do it for as long as needed because I hated seen him like that. So naturally when Phil called me about half an hour ago asking if I could come help because Dan was having an existential crisis I didn’t hesitate as I got out of bed and got sort of ready, by that putting on a onesie and getting into my car. I didn’t care that we had stopped being friends, I still loved him and cared deeply for him no matter what.

After a few minutes of  finding somewhere to park and a few more of going up the stairs I finally made it to their front door taking deep breaths as I knocked on the door. Soon after Phil opened the door letting me in as he guided me to where Dan was, getting inside Dan’s room I saw him in the right corner near his bed letting out sobs as he hugged his legs making my heart break seen him that way. Phil smiled and nodded at me as he left to probably the kitchen to get some water for Dan. Slowly I made my way over and knelled down making him acknowledge my presence.

“Are you okay?” I asked with a sad look on my face

“No..” He breathed out as I noticed how much he was shaking

“You’ll be okay. I’m here now and you’ll be okay love” I said putting my hands on either side of his face so he could look me in the eyes “I’m here now, okay?”

Looking me in the eyes for a bit he then slowly nodded as he opened up his arms and got himself into a sitting position so I would sit on his lap. Getting closer I straddled him and hugged his neck as he hugged my waist as tight as possible but not to the were I couldn’t breath.

“Do-Don’t leave ple-please” He stuttered out between a sob making me pull away slightly so I could look at him

“I’m not going anywhere Dan” I said caressing his cheek “I promise okay?”

“Okay..” He said pulling me closer again so my head was next to his

“Please stop crying, you I hate to see you cry” I said hugging him a bit tighter

We stayed like that for probably two hours, as I was starting to fall asleep I heard Phil talking to someone making me straighten up and pull away from Dan who was confused as someway along the time he had fallen asleep. Getting off of him just as Samantha came into view making me frown as to why she was here at this time of night.

“Hey Danny” She said walking toward where we were sat as I got up I saw Phil near the doorway “Hi (Y/N)” She said smiling at me then looking back at Dan

“Hi.. I don’t mean to sound rude or anything but what are you doing here? I would’ve thought you’d be asleep at this time of night” I said getting up and starting to walk over to Phil

“Oh I know but Phil had called me but I didn’t get the missed call until later” She sitting down on the bed as Dan got up

“You called her?” Dan and I said in unison

“I was desperate. Dan was bad again and I didn’t know what to do” He said shrugging

“Well now that you’re here there’s no need for me to stay. Besides you’re better now, right?” I asked Dan as he just looked at me

“I am better but you don’t have to go” He said as he walk over to where I was completely ignoring Sam

“I really should go.” I told him once he got in front of me “Besides remember what you said? To you, we’re no longer friends..” I said looking down at the floor then back at him “I’m glad you’re better now. Goodnight” I said to him and Sam as well

I got out of the room with Phil behind me as we walked towards the door. Saying our good nights I started walking down the stairs and headed back home as I could still smell Dan’s cologne on my onesie. If I missed Dan before I definitely would miss him even more after spending the last few hours cuddled up to him. Once home and in bed I couldn’t stop thinking about a few things one of them being the thought of what would happen for Christmas after all. What would I do now that I wasn’t going to Dan’s parents? Would I spend it alone getting drunk and being sad of myself or would I go to Dodie’s and have a fun evening? Had Dan told his parents Samantha would be going instead of me? I felt bad because I loved Dan’s parents and was really looking forward to spending Christmas with them but now I couldn’t no matter how much I tried.

olderbrother!au changkyun

lowkey this is an intro, bc i might do more olderbrother!au snippets of mx
but tell me what you think pls this is my first time writing

  • ok you guys are like a year apart
  • wow uh he’d be pretty chill tbh and lowkey tsundere??? 
  • like hes not overbearing or anything and when he will tease the absolute shit outta you sometimes. 
  • and tbh its never really lovey dovey with you guys, y’all are kinda like friends??? and he’ll give you a hard time ,,,, but he cares
  • i promise
  • ,,, deep down,,,
  • you guys kind of keep to yourselves in your own rooms
  • but sometimes you go to each others rooms to hang out, and idk it’s just really chill
  • like he’ll come into your room like ‘hey y/n what are you doing im bored’
  • and you’re like pls kindly gtf bro im doing homework rn and it Sucks
  • but he’ll stay in your room, and bother the crap out of you right, and he’ll look at your homework like ,,,,ugh omfg y/n did you not know the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell 
  • and he’ll do this huuuuuugge dramatic sigh and says okok sit down yung grasshopper - let the master teach you
  • -cracks knuckles-
  • best believe he will give you nuggies and hip bumps you every ,,,, freaking ,,,, day
  • and will take an extra 5 minutes “getting ready” to piss you off for fun
  • and at school, some of the kids are like omg!!! are you guys!! siblings!!!!
  • and he’ll fr look at you like ,,,,idk who she is????
  • but lbr, he’s a sucker 4 u
  • like if he knows that any dude is into you, he’ll literally give them the side eye
  • and would just be like lol shes not your type (kinda like in lipstick prince)
  • so one time you go his room and is like “hey dude, can i have $20???”
  • and he’ll have his earphones on twiddling with his phone or something so you’d have to legit throw something at him to get his attention right 
  • and he’d finally take off his earphones and is like ,,,wtf do you want annoying brat
  • so you ask your question right
  • and he’s like why??????
  • so you’re like okok i’m going to a sleepover and its to chip in for food - ((but lowkey you’re sneaking out to go a rave)) 
  • and he’s skipping (that lil bitch) around this bush and is like what??? lol you have friends? this is a random time to get ready for a sleepover??? where’s your allowance 
  • bc he knows what you’re up to bc you talk!! so!! loud!! in your room
  • but you’re so tired and guilty by this point and you’re fine whatever maybe my friend can spot me idk
  • but changkyun trusts you and whatever so 15 mins later he walks in your room with 30!! dollars and is like ok brat bring me home some food tomorrow or something and make good choices ok
  • and youre like what bad choices can you make at a sleepover??? but whatever money
  • fast forward like 4 hours
  • you’re frantically calling up changkyun outside the venue 
  • and he answers the phone like ,,,, its 2 fucking am y/n why are you calling me 
  • you’re a blubbering mess and you’re like jfc changkyun you remember how you told me to make good choices at my sleepover well actually i didnt make a good choice bc im actually at a rave haha dont kill me ,, but its crazy in there and hot and squishy and i’m short so i cant see anything and i just wanna leave so pls come get me
  • and tbh changkyuns already in his car by the time you get to ‘good choices’ so he just asks you where you are are tells you to stay put
  • and when you finally see his car, you’re running to it and you get in as fast as you can
  • and he takes a look at you bc you look like a mess im sorry
  • and you start babbling about what happened bc you’re scared you’re in trouble and he has to remind you to breathe y/n bREATHE
  • so you finally calm down and look at him waiting for him to tell you off
  • but hes like well i’m glad you knew to call me and r u ok now
  • and once you’re like yeah im fine no worries
  • hes like ok cool you have 10 bucks left right, lets go get burgers
  • and you’re rolling your eyes but you’re lowkey highkey grateful for him and also you’re stomach starts rumbling so you’re like ok fine