the way he looks at her man

Dear Evan Hansen Ace Connor, Chats

“Connor are you even listening to me?” The teen looked up as his dad yanked his ear buds out from where he was sitting on the couch. “Jesus, Cynthia he isn’t even listening to me.”

“Maybe you should try not yelling at Connor, he’s had a lot to deal with lately.”

“Like the drugs he’s been buying from John down the street? Connor, it’s bad enough you’re acting out all the time but now drugs? Do you even care about how you’re making us look?”

“Wow, you’re not even worried I’m buying drugs from a fifty something year old man, you’re worried about how that’s making you look.”

“Sweetie, your father didn’t mean it that way-” Cynthia went to hug her son who immediately shoved her away as he got up.

“I’m going upstairs.”

“Connor!” Larry angrily called after his son before he heard the sound of his son’s room door being slammed shut. “Damn it, why can’t that boy ever listen to me? I swear to God if he has another outburst like that we’re sending him to military school.”

“Larry, you don’t mean that.”

“This time I do.” The man looked at the ear buds he was holding before throwing them into a nearby trash bin. “And don’t get him anymore of these, he doesn’t need them.”

~~

Connor slammed the door frustrated before heading over and starting his computer up.

‘Why can’t he just leave me alone? He already knows I smoke pot. The only reason he cares about yesterday is because I got caught…’

The screen finally loaded allowing Connor log into his Ace Anonymous account. Anything to get his mind off the fight…

(ReD2Die + Tree_Hugger99)

-hey u online?

-I need 2 talk

It took a few minutes before there was a response.

sure what do you need to talk about?-

-just had a fight again with dad again, he’s angry I got arrested

wait, you got arrested?!-

-yea, got caught buying weed from guy down the street

-dad angry I might make him look bad

that…-

sucks-

I mean, that’s how you react to your son smoking drugs?-

-smoking drugs?

you know what I mean-

-yeah, and then Mom just watched and she tried to hug me

-I feel bad for pushing her but it felt weird

that’s alright man, just try not to hurt her-

she means well-

- I kno

-just wish other people would listen when I said I don’t like being touched

Connor sat back as he rubbed his head. He didn’t care of he was grounded, he needed to go out somewhere. Away from the house. Wait…

-hey tree boi

yeah?-

-u said u live around here right?

why?-

-I was thinking may-b we could meet up tomorrow?

Meet up?-

R u sure?-

I mean for all I know you could b a creepy old man-

-same here, I mean with how many pictures you send me of trees

you can be young and like trees-

-you don’t like them as much as you are obsessed with them

…-

-but seriously

-it would be nice to see you tomorrow

-maybe the orchard?

-you’re always talking about it

…-

okay-

but just so you know my mom knows I’m going there-

-don’t worry, mine doesn’t

-is 11 ish okay?

totally-

got to go-

my mom’s getting off early today-

see you tomorrow-

-c u l8r

Connor logged off the chat as his stomach growled prompting him to look at the time. It was almost eight as he got up. His dad probably wasn’t downstairs anymore and a twinkie sounded really good right now.

“Marital Time”

Mr Lil and I just spent almost an hour with our respective calendars in deep negotiations, trying to find some ‘marital time’. Between his near constant overtime and the boy’s schedule and my mother, ummm, it’s been… awhile.

Finally, we think we’ve found about an hour next Thursday while the boys are at school and my mom is at her book club. 

Grown-upping is hard. 

The good news is, he reeeaally likes my hair and spent several long minutes inspecting it and telling me how ‘pretty’ I am. Silly man! I’d just woke up- my makeup was all over the place. I looked like Alice Cooper’s evil twin! Love is truly blind!  

By the way, thank you all for the sweet words about my new do. I give all the credit to my amazing stylest! 

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every hour, every minute 

Ok but I’m still not over this after a week. Yes boatsex was amazing but JON SNOW.

This is the man who isn’t afraid to head into battle, and is willing to die for his people if needed. He is a trained soldier. He has already died. What is there left to fear or be wary of?

Here are a few examples of Jon Snow casually facing his own death without hesitation:

Here, he’s going solo against Ramsay WITHOUT EVEN A WEAPON.

And let’s not forget his first encounter with a white walker. Let alone the countless other times.

And yet. And yet.

When it comes to the Dragon Queen, it’s a completely different story.

He can’t even look her in the eye, knowing that he’s let her down. 

Look at him. He looks like a kid who knows he’s about to be scolded. He’s faced DEATH and ICE ZOMBIES and BLOODTHIRSTY WILDLINGS and yet it’s his Queen’s disappointment that he can’t handle.

And yet watch how he softens when she smiles. 

Look at how anxious he is about knocking on his Queen’s door. He has to visibly take deep breaths to muster the courage as he knows this will change everything.

And even when he readies his hand to knock, there is STILL some hesitation. THIS is what frightens him. Potential rejection by Daenerys. The consequences of a romance. The love that he feels for her.

And that little dip of his head after he knocks? It’s a moment of Ok, it’s done, it’s happening, now I wait. And you can still see how anxious he is.

And then when he gets what he wants and they get intimate, he has to lean back a moment, just to process that this is actually happening. That she hasn’t rejected him. That she wants him too. This moment is real. She is real. That they’re connected beyond just a successful military alliance. And it floors him.

Originally posted by joneryswarrior

And these are only a couple of gifs from the last episode. I could sit here and put up all the gifs of the way he has looked at her this season and just stare at them for the next 3 days. 

Jon Snow is so totally whipped and love. Antis who say there is no chemistry, or that it’s clear that he’s manipulating her need to stop drinking that Kool-Aid. This is not a man who loves another. Or does not care for her. This is a man who values his Queen, respects her and cares about her opinion. Not one who is playing her. 

So let’s just continue to laugh at the antis who can continue to cry and attempt to ruin Jon’s character. 

Cheers to the Jonerys Fam.

Originally posted by heckyeahreactiongifs

l o v e - tom holland

summary: tom and y/n are so in love. from the way he looks at her to being the only one he truly adores. love was made for them. this is the ups and downs of being in love with tom holland.

notes: gif not mine based off the song by nat king cole. this was supposed to be something cute and small i wrote in an evening but here we are a week later with the longest fic i’ve ever written. please leave me your thoughts, i worked really hard on this!!

word count: 3542

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BTS Reaction ; Falling For You While Being in A Relationship

Requested by Anonymous, “Hello, I love your blog so much! You’re such a talented writer! Can I request a reaction to BTS falling for one of their friends (who is the reader/OC) while they have a girlfriend? Sorry if my english is weird. Thank you and I love you! 💖💖💖”

Note; jdfks YOUR ENGLISH IS FINE AND I LOVE YOU TOO!


Jin ➳ It’s been awhile since he realized he had feelings for you and he was terrified. He knew he had to choose one, his best friend or his significant other — but it was hard for him, too afraid to confront his girlfriend and leave a mess he’d rather not clean up. He loves you, spending every passing day with you and even cancelling meet ups with his girlfriend like she was nothing but a nuissance. His phone always kept ringing with texts, and when he finally got tired of it one day as he forced the device to slumber when you both went out to eat, you finally ask him about it. “Is it your girlfriend calling?” You ask with a teasing smile as he blows on his steaming soup.

“Nah,” he whispers, sliding the phone into his pocket, “it’s no one important.”

Originally posted by yoongichii


Suga ➳ The moment Yoongi realized he was falling for you, he had ended it with his girlfriend right then and there. He wasn’t going to lead someone on when his heart belonged to someone else, and even if you didn’t know about his feelings — he didn’t care in the slightest. He invited you to the studio and dorms plenty of times, and he would be smiling more often, teasing you and just basking in the beauties of you. It was one day when you two were in the studio alone, that you finally notice his gaze burning holes into your soul. “What?” You snap, annoyed, and he simply sways his arms nervously as he smiles admiringly.

“I love you.”

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J-Hope ➳ It was just a simple crush that prolonged as wine overfilled his glass and intoxicated him, permanately drunk on you. Being with you made him happy, but he was way too afraid to leave his girlfriend due to the aftermath — and the cruel reality that you may never return his feelings had obsidian ink dripping into half of his heart. He always left you at abrupt times, never trusting himself around you as his body begged to touch yours, and when he got up to calm his flushed cheeks and fluttering heart, you raised an eyebrow, thinking he was sick. “Are you okay?” The question drips from your lips and freezes him, quickly feigning a smile and refusing to stare you in the eyes.

“Yep.” Hell no.

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RapMonster ➳ “So how is she?”

And the question alone makes his stomach drop. How is she? His girlfriend? He didn’t know, his eyes only staring into yours that seemed to calm him many of times, making him feel at ease as if they were home — and before he can even realize what he says, the next words casually leave his vocal chords. “Broken.”

“What?” You ask, eyebrows knitting together as you tilt your head to the side in confusion.

“(y/n), I broke up with her a while back,” he confesses, because it is true, he just never deemed it necessary to let others know, “because..I realized I was in love with you.”

Originally posted by jeonbase


Jimin ➳ He couldn’t help himself, and he was even disgusted with himself. His feelings bloomed with each passing day, the floret growing bigger and stronger and refusing to wilt. He is way too nice to leave his girlfriend even though he knew all he felt was attraction towards her, but with you..he is in love with you. Deeply. “Like the stars, you’re beautiful.” He says as you both sit in the back of his truck during the night, and immediately, you become flustered.

“Oh shut up, you ass,” you laugh, pushing his shoulder but he quickly grabs your hand.

“I’m being honest,” a genuine smile forms on his lips as he looks into your eyes, “how do you look so beautiful all the time?”

Originally posted by yoonmin


VI’m traditional, is his excuse to everything, especially to leaving his girlfriend he was way too afraid to confront like a man and leave. His feelings for you were obvious, his replies to you becoming even shier and shorter, rectangular smiles nearly ripping the skin on his cheeks as he would playfully try to put his hands on you as they ached to feel the sparks he felt whenever they touched your warm skin. He was even more playful, and one day when you two fall off the couch of the dark living room, falling into his chest while becoming a giggling mess from his tickle attack — you try to get up after having calmed down only for his arms to instantly wrap tightly around the small of your back and pull you flush against his chest.

“Just a little longer,” his deep voice breathes, “please.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Jungkook ➳ “You’re not my boyfriend.”

And he stiffens as those words, even if you giggled them, leave your mouth as they used his heart like a punching bag. You’re not my boyfriend. He sits there, slumping into the couch he sits on defeatedly as your eyes settle on Taehyung from across the party, telling him that you were going to spend time with the older man and Jungkook knew where this was going. He was jealous, and he didn’t want you to go, grabbing your arm with such force to keep you seated beside him even if his girlfriend was watching you two from afar. But you were right, he wasn’t yours, you weren’t his and you never will be.

And regretfully, he stares into his lap as he whispers, “I wish I was.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


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#EliaMartellWeek: Day 2 → Elia and Rhaegar

The man had her brother’s hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. “Aegon,” he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. “What better name for a king?”
“Will you make a song for him?” the woman asked.
“He has a song,” the man replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.” He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. “There must be one more,” he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. “The dragon has three heads.” He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.

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~ Taking notice in best friend!Hoseok’s friend, Yoongi~ PART SIX

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 7]

Originally posted by sugaa

“Sorry, I don’t think I heard you,” Hoseok tilted his head toward you, eyes still trained on the road.

“He was with a girl,” You repeated, slowly.

“What!? With who?”

You shrugged, “Didn’t bother to find out. Whoever it was, they were holding his hand, standing a little too close to him and staring at him as if he was the only man in her life.”

“Uh, it could–”

“Can’t be a relative. The way they were was too…intimate,” Then you let out a humorless chuckle, “Who knows? Maybe they’re making out in some mirror maze right about now,” You looked out the window. Then Hoseok parked the car, not anywhere near either of your houses. 

“Y/N, don’t say that. Yoongi really likes you. He wouldn’t–”

“I’m not saying he doesn’t. I’m just as confused as you are,” You crossed your arms, stubbornly. 

“Then why didn’t you ask him?” He asked, turning so that his left arm was rest on the steering wheel and his body was facing you. 

Looking down in embarrassment, you shrugged, “I didn’t want to make any assumptions…but I saw them together and Hobi…they looked really good together. Way better than Yoongi and I’d be.”

What are you talking about? Have you seen your pictures together? You’re the most compatible couple I’ve ever met! Even better than the Jikook bromance,” Hoseok shook his head.

“But you didn’t see them.”

“Didn’t have to. You guys belong together. He was going to ask you out, you know?”

“Yeah,” you muttered under your breath.

“You did?”

“I kind of figured by how he texted me. And then I saw him with some other girl, flirting or not, and I was terrified. I’ve been single for nearly my entire life and if there’s one thing I learned, is that I am not girlfriend material.”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. You’ve been Yoongi’s girlfriend for the past few months without officially being his girlfriend,” Hoseok rolled his eyes at your obliviousness. 

“I have?”

“Yeah! Who’s the one to visit him when he’s stressed with work? You. Not to mention, who’s the only one he lets in while he’s working? You. And who’s the one to make that gummy smile appear on his face whenever they’re around? Oh, let me thing. You! Y/N, he’s so in love with you, even if he doesn’t realize it yet.”

Normally this would be when you’d quickly deny his feelings for you, but this time, you didn’t. “He’s in love with me?”

“Head over heels in love with you,” Hoseok confirmed with a grin. 

“Then what was he doing?” You pondered.

Hoseok shrugged in response. “Maybe it was an ex trying to get him back. Yoongi wouldn’t do that to you. Did he in any way seem happy that she was there?”

“I might’ve not seen his face. Kind of hard when you’re faced with some stranger clutching onto your boyfriend’s––er, crush’s––hand.”

“Confront him. He might still be at the pier!” Hoseok urged, starting the car back up again.

“I don’t think I’ll have to,” You looked at your phone when you received a message. Yoongi.

“Why’d you answer so nicely?” Hoseok piped after reading over your shoulder, both of you parked in front of your apartment building.

“What am I supposed to do? Yell at him? I don’t think I’d want to provoke him by accusing him of anything. If he wants to explain, he’ll explain,” You nodded to yourself, proud of your answer.

“Good luck,” He gave you a smile and a thumbs up. After returning the gesture, weakly, you stepped out of the car and entered the building. 

“If she’s hurt by the end of the night, I will not hesitate to punch him in the throat,” Hoseok mumbled to himself, driving home.


I didn’t think I’d finish this so quickly but hereeee! 

part seven??

Blurred Vision

Lance usually loved picture day, as a self proclaimed pretty boy it really was his time to shine.
That would be if he hadn’t of loses his contacts that morning and the only glasses he had were a pair of thick black wide frames that made him look like someone dressing up as a dork for Halloween.
He never used to mind wearing glasses, but after he started high school, other people latched onto somthing to tease him about and well… there’s only so many times you can come back and find bi-eyes written across your locker before enough enough.

Lance had hoped to never have to go to school wearing his glasses again, however since he was legally blind without them he didn’t really have much choice.

————-
“McClain!” Iverson Lance’s hated home room teacher yelled as Lance slipped into the class room “your late!”
“Yeah I had to-”
“No excuses! March to the principles office and hand over those joke glasses this instant!”
Before Lance could protest Iverson had grabbed his glasses and shoved him into the hallway locking the door behind him.
Lance half wanted to just hammer on the door until he was let back in but he was already on thin ice with Iverson… he didn’t need an excuse to be expelled.
Lance sighed as he squinted trying to see to no avail.
“Ok… come on Lancy Lance, you’ve walked down this hallway a million times, you could do it blind folded.” He mumbled to himself as he slowly made his way down the hall.
For a little while everything was going fine, Lance even held his head up high thinking he could do this!
That was until he walked right into someone sending whoever they were flying and Lance stumbling back.
“WHAT THE HELL MY COMPUTER!”
Lance cringed he knew that voice.
It belonged to the scary smart Pidge.
They had joined the school a couple months ago and already had a reputation for ruining the lives of anyone that crossed them.
And Lance had just judging from the blurred pieces on the floor, that their precious computer had been broken.
“Oh… man I’m so sorry.”
“You will be!” Pidge yelled standing up and poking Lance in the chest.
“You think you can purposely bump into me and get away with it!”
Wait…
Oh no they thought it was on purpose!
“H-hang on a second! It was an accident!”
“Please, you were looking right at me!”
Lance felt his heat beat speed up and he took a couple steps back.
“I didn’t see you I swear!”
“Yeah sure you didn’t! I know your type, pretty rich boy who’s had everything handed to him on a silver platter! Well I won’t let you push me around!” Pidge sounded so angry but also a note of pain to their voice…
Had they been bullied too in the past?
“I really didn’t see you!” Lance tried but he doubted they believed him.
He was finding it hard to breath as the familiar sensation of a panic attack came on.
He had to get out of here.
Lance spin on his heals and started to run, he couldn’t see where he was going but at the time he didn’t care.
“LOOK OUT!”
Lance turned his head in the direction of Pidge’s voice as his feet slipped out from under him and the last thing he rembered was staring up at the blurry ceiling and cursing himself for forgetting about the stairs, before suddenly their was pain… then nothing.
———————-

Lance woke up to someone slipping something into his face.
He couldn’t figure out what it was, his whole body felt heavy and like his mind was disconnected from his body.
Lance forced his eyes open only to wince at the intense light above him.
The first thing he noticed was that he wasn’t looking at his bedroom ceiling, also that he could actually see.
Suddenly as Lance tried to move an intense pain throbbing throughout his whole body became known.
He groaned but continued to try and sit up.
“Your awake!”
Lance made a small noise of pain as he moved to look at Pidge a little surprised to see them sitting at the edge of his bed looking worried.
“Y-yeah… what happened?” He asked rubbing his head only to find it bandaged.
“You… you fell down two flights of stairs. Got a pretty bad concussion and maybe a broken rib or two. An ambulance is on its way.” Pidge looked down looking at their hands.
Lance couldn’t understand why he could see then he realised someone must of gotten his glasses…
Was it Pidge.
“I’m sorry.” Lance smiled as he sat up in the bed wincing at the protest from his ribs.
“What! Why?” Pidge asked.
“Broke your computer.” Lance shrugged.
When did he get so tired?
Pidge sighed running a hand through her short messy hair “it wasn’t your fault… I checked out your prescription. Man it’s no wonder you bumped into me. Your like super blind.”
Lance cringed “yeah… still sorry though. Please don’t… don’t hack in and use ‘puter powers to ruin my life.” Lance slurred finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open.
“Hu?… oh that” Pidge chuckled “they wouldn’t stop misgendering even after I told them I’m gender neutral. I only changed their grades back from what they payed me to do.”
“Oh…”
“Guess we both misjudged eachother?”
“Guess so.” Lance smiled wondering why the world was getting blurry if he was still wearing his glasses.
“Lance?”
Pidge’s voice sounded distant and muffled like he was underwater.
He saw their eyes widen in horror as Lance slumped backwards.
He could see her yelling and a group of people came running in wearing green uniforms pulling a what Lance thought looked like a bed on wheels.
That was a funny thought.
Lance was sure he had only blinked.
But when he opened his eyes again he was lying in a hospital bed with Hunk standing over him.
“Hunk?”
“Oh thanks god Lance!” Hunk yelled hugging him causing Lance to cry out in pain.
“Ribs buddy, ribs!”
Hunk let go sheepishly “sorry… but when I got a call from your mom that you were sent to hospital I was so worried! Why the hell weren’t you wearing your contacts or glasses!”
Lance shrugged “Ivserson confiscated my glasses and I couldn’t find my contacts this morning.”
A look of anger crossed Hunks usually kind features.
Suddenly a thought came to Lance’s mind.
How did Pidge get his glasses back?
“Oh yeah you had a visitor a while ago. They left you a card.” Hunks easy smile returned as he handed over a folded piece of lined paper acting as a crude card.
Lance opened it and chuckled quietly to himself.

'Dear Lance,
Sorry for scaring you to the point of you trying to fly away, don’t do that again or I will use my hacking powers to ruin your life.
-Pidge.
Ps. Don’t worry about Iverson, I tatted him out to Principle Coran. Us four eyes gotta stick together.’

Lance smiled as he placed the card on his bed side table making a mental note to offer to get their computer fixed later on.

Pay For A Punch

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,349

Warnings: 18+, beginning of smut, mentions of sex, sexual tension, language, kissing, fluff.

A/N: This is my submission for @amarvelouswritings Bee’s 2.1k Challenge! This was fun and I really want to be the reader in this so bad! 

Prompt: “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?” 


You were aware of all the chatter happening around you, but all you could hear was the buzzing in your ears.

Anger.

It boiled the blood in your veins.

Who the hell did he think he was? You knew what you were doing. You were good at what you did. Tony wouldn’t have put you on the team unless he thought you were fit.

Countless hours in the gym training with Steve. Honing your combat skills every day with Natasha. Therapy sessions with Bruce. Perfect physical assessment from Dr. Cho.

You name it, you’ve done it.

But he is the only one who sees you as incapable. He undermined every move you made. He would tsk and tut at you when he disagreed. He had even patted your head like a petulant child once.

You would have stabbed him if Wanda hadn’t used her powers and tore the knife out of your hand.

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“Yet our way is the older way. The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.”


Whenever her father had condemned a man to death, he did the deed himself with Ice, his greatsword. “If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look him in the face and hear his last words,” she’d heard him tell Robb and Jon once.