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Connor and Evan are hanging out with weed and beer and Evan is a lightweight and a very talkative drunk. (Gay)
TW: smoking, weed, alcohol, mentions of depression, anxiety
“I want to get high. Or drunk. Or both” Evan stated bluntly. Him and his friend, Connor were sitting in Connor’s bed, watching tv.
“You know how life fucking sucks? Like really fucking sucks with school and anxiety and depression and all that, well it’s being shittier than usual right now and you use weed or alcohol to take the edge off when life is being a bitch, and life is being a bitch so I want something to repress it for a couple hours. It’s ok if you don’t want to give me anything because they’re yours and not mine but I was just wondering and you know what, you don’t have to give me anything, it’s fine I’ll live without it. Sorry for even asking.”
“No dude it’s fine. I got you.” He said as he got up from his spot on his bed. He crossed the room to his closet and shuffled through some clothes and boxes until he found what he needed. He pulled a joint, a black lighter, and two bottles of beer. He lit the joint and handed it to Evan along with one of the beers. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” Evan grabbed it gingerly and brought it to his mouth. He breathed in and started coughing immediately.
“That’s normal, you’ll cough for the first couple hits. Then you’ll hopefully get used to it. ”
“Ok.” Silence. “I feel edgy like I’m doing bad things without my mom’s knowledge. Do you always feel like a rebel ‘cause this is cool. We should go rob a bank or steal an old lady’s purse. Something like that!” Evan exclaimed.
“I think someone’s getting too edgy, do I need to take that away from you?”
“No, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You didn’t do anything, if fine!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! I’m 147% sure. Now can you pass the joint?” Evan handed over silently. The two boys sat and drank and smoked and just talked and laughed until everything was gone. Evan was wasted after the one beer and half a joint because he is such lightweight, while Connor was barely tipsy. Evan was giggling in Connor’s bed over how funny the wall looked. 'Damn he looks cute,’ Connor thought.
“Hey Ev, I’m going to the bathroom I’ll be right back. Don’t leave this room, ok?” Evan, who was now laughing uncontrollably, managed to say an ok through his hysteria.
Connor was only gone for two minutes, at the most, but when he came back Evan was sitting on the bed, a different person, as he was yelling at the taller boy.
“AH! Who are you? Get out of my room!” He pointed
“Ev, I’m Connor, and this is my room.” He said slowly crossing over to Evan, trying to assure him that he was ok, but also getting kind of annoyed because this could potentially be a big problem.
“This isn’t your room you’re a liar!”
“What the fuck Evan, it’s Connor. I was gone for two minutes how’d you forget?” Connor was now standing at the edge of the bed next to Evan, who was sitting as far back from Connor as he could.
“You’re not Connor you imposter! But woah. You sorta look like him.” Evan crawled up to the edge of the bed and cradled his hands around the other boy’s face, feeling the features.
“What are you doing?”
“Because you look like my friend Connor.”
“Oh do I now?” Connor asked, now playing along with Evan’s drunken state.
“Ya, but you’re not as cute as him.”
Connor blushed, “he’s not that cute.”
“Oh but he is! His hair is long and beautiful and so soft, I could run my hands through it all day. And when he has it up in a bun it’s gorgeous and it makes his face look even better, and his face, oh his face. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, there crinkles around his mouth that make his smile ten million times more beautiful. He also has the most amazing eyes. The most beautiful things in the world. I could stare into them for hours but I can’t because he’ll think I’m weird. But they’re a pale blue, kinda like the color of faded jeans or the sky, and the right one has a spot of brown in the corner. I don’t think he likes it because whenever it’s brought up he gets a little mad, like he never wanted because it makes him the 'kid with the weird eye’, but I think it makes him different and unique and beautiful.”
“What else do you like about him?” Conner egged Evan’s drunken rambling on to see what else he’d say about him.
“Connor Murphy is nice, and he’s getting better and further away from mean secluded Connor, but nobody cares to see that in him, but they still think of him as old Connor and that makes me mad. I just want Connor to be happy because of all the shit he’s been through, he deserves it. And Connor is also really funny too! His jokes make me laughs hard, that one time milk shot out of my nose. It really hurt, but it was a really good joke. I think it was about Jared. He’s so amazing and he deserves all the love in the world and I love him so much, since the day I met him I felt something for him, but he’ll never reciprocate my affections because he’s probably straight, and even if he liked boys there are better ones than me, so it’s pointless but I can’t let go of it. Just don’t tell him that I said all this because he might get mad and not want to hang out with me anymore or be my best friend and I don’t want that so I’m just going to keep quiet.”
Connor was flabbergasted. Evan, his crush since forever, his unrequited love, just drunkenly admitted his feelings about him. Connor was blushing so hard, he probably looked like a tomato. “You really do like him huh?”
“More than anything.”
Connor blushed harder than ever, and was probably brighter than a tomato. “Wow. I think he likes you too.”
“Really! You think?! No way, you’re lying.”
“He told me.”
“Holy shit.” Evan’s face glowing with his beautiful, radiant, signature Evan Hansen smile. He couldn’t believe it. “Hey, I’m tired, I’m gonna go to bed.” Evan laid down on the bed and instantly feel asleep.
“Holy fuck.” Connor muttered to himself. Evan talks a lot while drunk, but damn, he just admitted his love for Connor freaking Murphy of all people. He looked over at the boy in his bed, his eyes closed and he looked peaceful and adorable. He just wanted to hold him and protect him. Connor put a blanket over Evan’s body and crawled into the spot next to him, but leaving space between them, and fell asleep, smiling.
The next morning, Evan awoke with a pounding headache, reeking of weed, and no recollection of anything after he started drinking and smoking. It took him a minute to realize where he was, in Connor’s room, in Connor’s bed, with his arms around Connor. Shit. Did they sleep together? No, they both still had on their clothes. But Evan was holding a sleeping Connor in his arms. What is he suppose to do, take his arms away, and wake up Connor and have to explain that he had his arms around Connor, or does he stay and have to explain why he was holding the other. Evan decided that he’d do neither and pretend to fall back asleep and deal with it later. He was a minute deep into his plan when he sneezed and woke up the boy in his arms.
“Sorry,” Evan squeaked, unwrapping his arms from the other.
“About what, I just woke up.”
“For waking you and having my arms around you I didn’t even know I did it I woke up like that a-”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Thank you, also, sorry to ask, what happened last night, I don’t remember anything.”
“Don’t apologize, but you don’t remember anything?”
“Nothing, the last thing I remember is taking a hit.”
“Yes! Did I do something terrible? Please tell me! From what it looks like I did something bad, please tell me I didn’t do anything bad. ”
“No, you just talked a lot.”
“Oh god, sorry if I said anything embarrassing.”
“No, you just went on and on about how beautiful I was.”
“Did I? That’s embarrassing! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I don’t like like you in a gay way because you’re not my type or anything but I’m not saying that I don’t like you, I like you but not that way.”
Connor was kind of hurt that Evan was denying everything he said. “You said you loved me last night.“
Evan started to panic, but tried his best to not show it. He couldn’t believe he did that. Evan decided he’d never get wasted again. “I didn’t mean it I swear I didn’t I was just out of it. Please don’t hate me.”
“You seemed pretty sure last night. Talking about how beautiful my eyes were and how much you loved my personality while you were holding my face. To me it seemed pretty legit.” Connor tried to see if Evan was was truthful in his drunken moments or not, hoping that Evan really did love him.
"Fuck. I’m sorry. I do really like you a lot and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I understand if you hate me now and want me to leave I should go r-” Connor smashed their lips together. Evan was so shocked, he forgot to kiss back.
“I love you too Ev.” Connor said after they parted.
Evan was a blushing mess, “Can we do that again?” Connor nodded and connected them again.
yall im so excited for this even tho its 1 am and im tired af
here u go!!!!
rated: like pg at most its just,,, pure fluff
pairing: markiplier x reader
word count: 814
summary: You and Mark have weekly movie nights. This time, there’s something a bit different going on.
You and Mark had weekly movie nights.
They didn’t consist of much, mostly just the usual popcorn, candy, blankets and a movie (and sometimes cuddling with Chica, if Mark brought her over to your apartment) while the two of you scrolled through your phones, but it meant a lot to you nonetheless. You’d made plenty of memories since meeting him and although you two didn’t exchange too much it still made you happy.
Currently, you were on your sofa, phone in hand while a blanket was draped over your legs. You and Mark had decided on a cheesy soap opera tonight, and you thought it was funny how cliche these things could get. You hadn’t heard of any real life stories in which the guy last-second got off the plane and missed his flight just to tell the girl how much he loved her.
Mark was on the opposite side of the couch, the screen of his phone lighting up his face just as yours was. A typical evening for you two.
“Holy shit, we should make a pillow fort,” Mark suddenly said, and you furrowed your brows before laughing a little bit. “Where did that come from?” You asked in return, and he looked at you, determination in his eyes.
“They’re so cool. And you have too many blankets anyways. Put them to use!” He exclaimed dramatically, causing you to giggle again.
So earlier I was thinking about what kinds of dogs the paladins would have and I just…
I feel like a lot of people think Shiro would have a big dog but?? What if he has this tiny, yippy chihuahua that’s really stubborn and only listens to him.
Granted it gets along just fine with the rest of the paladins. Except Lance.
Lance swears the little furball is out to get him, but every time he accuses the pup of doing something “evil” it looks at everyone else with glassy lil puppy eyes and everyone’s like “LANCE don’t pick on the dog!!”
Lance @ Shiro’s dog: “Aweee who’s a good girl??! C’mon now, sit!” Shiro’s dog: //promptly shits on Lance’s shoe Lance: “I SAID SIT, NOT SHIT. DO YOU GUYS SEE WHAT THIS EVIL DOG IS DOING TO ME?!?!?”
Both Keith and Lance cannot control their laughter when they see Shiro walking around, holding his dog with literally one hand.
Also?? Shiro’s dog loves Hunk (ok who doesn’t though??). Her favorite thing to do is nap in Hunk’s lap. Which is nice until Hunk has to pee and he tries to move her, to which she’ll respond with a loud growl until he sits back down so she can sleep. poor Hunk
HAPP DAY O BIRTH MA SUNSHINE!!! GON IS GREAT AND PURE SO WHEN U REBLOG THIS PLS DRAW ANOTHER GON ANYWHERE IN THE WHITE SPACE!!! (dont limit his wardrobe! draw him in anything you like!!!(sfw pls lmao) this boi needs som lov, so make sure to leave space for others to draw their Gons too!!)
i have recently just started accepting the fact that i may indeed be an ace. however until now, i feel like i dont have the right to declare it (just yet). because honestly i still fear the possibility that i will actually be sexually attracted to someone/anyone one day. and you know what problem it might cause? judgemental people talking behind my back because ‘supposedly’, sexuality is something that is permanent, not temporary. i fear the backstabs, the critical eyes, the possibility of being the center of a party anecdote. but you know what i’ve learned recently? screw what other people think! im only 18 for crying out loud and it’s alright that i still haven’t completely figured myself out. the mere fact that i am trying is more than enough! as a matter of fact, i should actually be proud of myself for finally embracing my sexuality. i know it’s still a lot of work but trust me, this little step already means a tad to me. i feel like im one step closer to finding my genuine self and not just the person or the facade that i wanted you all to see. and i dont know, there’s nothing more i could ask for.