Murdoc: “Oi hate yew all especially faceache oi hope yew all die!!” The green man screamed. Little did they know he did care and he was crying of the inside he felt bad for all th-
2D: “Hewwo” Stu the bluenette said cutely and he blushes everyone said aww “Huh? Wot does aww mean?” He said because of his bad memory which makes him cute his face is flushed “MY MIGRAINES JESUS FUCK PAIN PILLS”
Noodle: “konnichiwa” (THAT MEANS HELLO IN JAPANESE BECAUSE SHE IS JAPANESE) said Noodle while she walked into the room all super kawaii playing on her tamogatchi and her pokemans “OMG SOME FORTH WALL BREAK ABOUT HOW THE SHIP IN THIS FIC IS MY OTPPPPPPP” she squealed like a fan girl and ran away kawaii
Russel: *walks in when the plot needs him to do a thing* “says the thing” *the thing is fixed* (PS I LOVE RUSSEL I AM NOT RACIST HES JUST NOT IN THE STORY A LOT BECAUSE ITS NOT REALLY ABOUT HIM AND HE-
Anon: Omg so I was listening to the song after the party by the menzingers and then I was thinking about how Michael would be so tired of girls only wanting to date him for his fame then he meets you and tries to take you to a big party but you convince him to stay home and get drunk in his basement and he’d realize he loved you while you were drunkenly dancing in circles around his basement just omg Michael feels Omg same them Michael feels hitting me hard as fUCK right now, damn girl. But this sounded so cute and I just couldn’t help myself from wanting to write something like this!! (Also Michael’s P.O.V)
I walked by myself into the mall with my sunglasses covering my face and a baseball cap on my head. Obviously, not my best disguise, but I honestly couldn’t be bothered to put something a little bit better on. When I walked in, I instantly noticed two girls looking at me and whispering. I winked at them and continued through the mall. I got a few fans who recognized me, and took some photos with them.
There was also the insane amount of girls that wanted to hook up, but I wasn’t feeling like taking a girl home from the mall, unless she was really hot. I walked into journey, and started looking around for something new to buy. I had just come in to look, I didn’t really think I’d find anything I wanted to bring home tonight.
That is, until I saw her. She had the most beautiful blonde hair, it didn’t seem bleached, it was more of a dark blonde, but it was all natural. At least, that’s how it looked. When she turned around and diverted her eyes from the shelf she was looking at, her eyes met mine and I couldn’t help but gape. She had the most amazing eyes I had ever seen.
They looked grey, but with a hint of blue in them. In the light, they seemed to shine and sparkle. I heard her giggle and walk towards me. I instantly smirked, she was coming over. When she reached me, she smiled. It was a genuine smile that made my smirk change into one as well.
“Hi, I’m Y/n.” She said as she took in my face with a smile. I smiled back, “I’m Michael, Michael Clifford.” I started smirking as she nodded. “I know, and it’s nice to meet you Michael.”
“I’m sorry for staring at you earlier, I had just never seen someone with such beauty before, it amazed me.” I smirked as a blush over took her features. I noticed her look down with I small smile as she fiddled with her bracelet. “Thank you Michael,” She said as she looked back up, “It was nice when I noticed and cute guy checking me out from afar.” She smirked back as mine fell off my face.
I shook my head with a smile as she started laughing, “Ok, maybe I was checking you out, but how could I not? You’re absolutely stunning.” I smiled when she stopped laughing and just smiled at me.
“My, my Michael, what a flirty boy you are.” She giggled, and holy fuck, a dimpled popped out. I laughed, “You’ve got dimples.” I pointed out with a small smile. She blushed with a nod, but didn’t look down like she normally would.
“Yeah, I’ve had them ever since I was a baby.” I laughed, “I would assume so.” I was about to continue to speak, but was cut off from her phone ringing. She looked down, and me being the nosy guy I am, also looked at her phone.
“It’s my sister, she needed me to get something for her boyfriend, it’s his birthday next week, and he wont let her get him anything so I had to pick it up.” I said with a smile and a roll of her eyes.
I nodded, “Um, wait, do you think you’d like to go tot a party with me? Maybe so we could hang out or something?” I asked as she shook her head, “Sorry, parties aren’t really my thing, but I do want to hang out.” She said with a smile.
I nodded again, “Ok, then maybe you’d like to come over? We could just hang out at my house and get drunk or something.” I offered with a laugh. She laughed, and lightly pushed my shoulder.
“Alright, sure, just let me get your phone number, and you can arrange a time to meet? And ill need your address too.” She chuckled as we swapped phones. I put my number in her contacts, and saved myself as Michael❤️
She took back her phone and looked at my contact, she giggled, “Well now I don’t feel bad for putting a heart next to my name too.” She smiled. I smiled, and noticed she had done the exact same thing I had.
“It was nice meeting you Michael, I’ll text you, and then text me back so I don’t look like a loser.” She said with a slight laugh. I laughed back and nodded, “I’ll let you know later when I can get my band mates out of the house.” She nodded and smiled, “I’ll see you later Michael.” She said with a slight wave of her hand.
Michael: Are you free tomorrow? My band wont be here :)
Y/n: Yeah, I’m free, I just need to know your address.
Michael: Here you go, but I could have always picked you up if it’s easier?
Y/n: No, i’s fine, don’t worry about me :-)
Michael: Ok, I’ll see you at say 7? Or 8?
Y/n: 7 sounds good, I’ll see you then xx
Michael: I can’t wait, see you then :) xx
“You losers need to get out now! She’ll be here any minute.” I complained as I tried to shoo the boys out of the house, she didn’t need to see them, or else they’d want to stay and hang out.
“Ok, ok, gosh Mike, we’re leaving.” Calum laughed as he walked outside and into the car. Ashton followed behind, and so did Luke, but he stopped at the door and turned around, “Why can’t we just stay?” He whined as I growled. His eyes widened and he laughed. “Ok, I get it, I’m leaving. Bye Mike.” I grumbled out a bye back to him and set up the food in the basement.
I heard the doorbell ring, and my eyes went wide. I ran up the stairs, and dashed to the door, I almost slipped on the floor with my socks on, but I didn’t fall, thankfully. I opened the door and saw her standing there. She had on leggings and a black shirt.
“Hey Michael, thanks for inviting me over.” She said as she placed her bag down on the bar stool near the kitchen island. “Where are we going?” She asked as she looked around in amazement. I chuckled, and her eyes instantly went to mine.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I’ve got beer, alcohol, and video games in the basement. I thought we could go down there, and if you don’t want to play video games, we could just like, watch a movie and get to know each other.” I suggested as I lead her to the basement.
“I like video games, let’s play.” She said as I looked at them games we had. She gasped and I looked over at her to see her eyes lit up. “I haven’t played Mario kart in ages! Can we please play?” She asked as she reached for it with a smile on her face.
I chuckled and nodded. She smiled and looked at me, “How about, whoever wins each round, between the two of us, gets to ask the loser three questions.” I smirked and nodded, “Game on, but the loser has to drink while they answer the questions, makes it more interesting.” I smirked as I grabbed a bottle of beer and gulped some of it down.
She smirked, “Oh, you’re on.”
Every single round.
And she was drunk, that’s what happens when you drink every time you lose, while losing every single time. I laughed when she was trying her best to tell a story about when she was younger, and tripping all over her words.
“And then-then, guess what she did?” She started giggling and she swayed back and forth on the couch. I laughed along, “What?” She giggled even more now, “She-she tripped, and then-then,” She started giggling even more.
Suddenly, the song changed to another one. The Drug In Me Is You by Falling In Reverse came on and she instantly stopped what she was saying and jumped off the couch to stand up. Before I could ask what she was doing, she started dancing in the weirdest ways.
She would spin around with her arms up in the air, she would head bang, and she would jump around the room, all while screaming out the lyrics drunkenly. “C'mon Michael!” She slurred as she tried to pull me up to dance with her.
I shrugged with a smile, “I don’t know, I’m not really the dancing type.” I told her, she had a sassy look on her face as she placed one hand on her jutted out hip.
“Yeah? Well I can’t dance, but I’m still doing it.” She sassed as she grabbed my hand and started swaying our interlocked hands together. She started jumping around and spinning in circles, while she giggled the whole time.
The only thing running through my mind was her. And I had a feeling she wouldn’t be leaving it for a while.
december 31st, 2015, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time. you were talking to a girl and i could tell that you were capturing her with every syllable that left your mouth. and i knew why: you were beautiful and bright, and i was drawn to you even then, like the planets are drawn to the sun.
december 31st, 2015, 11:58 pm: we met standing in line for the bathroom. you introduced yourself, and asked for my name, smiling when i gave it. “lovely,” you murmured, and repeated it a few more times, rolling the letters around in your mouth like a new food.
january 1st, 2016, 12:05 am: i could still feel you on me, your lips, minutes, hours, months later. the clock had struck midnight and you just grabbed me, didn’t ask if it was okay until it was over. you were laughing, brushing it off, all teeth and well-kissed lips, but i knew i saw you blushing.
january 21st, 2016, 1:12 pm: you got my number through the mutual friend that threw the party. i still don’t know how you got my address. i didn’t remember telling you. you couldn’t tell me, either.
february 14th, 2016, 9:12 pm: you took me out to dinner and bought me chocolate and roses. it was all so cliche, and i loved every second of it. when you kissed me good night, i swore i could feel the rest of my life, pressed right up against my lips.
february 26th, 2016, 11:33 pm: we made it official. i remember how you asked me, how shy you got, like you didn’t know what the answer would be.
march 17th, 2016, 5:43 pm: we spent the day at the saint patrick’s day parade, and you filled yourself with beer and kissed me hard against the bar bathroom door. i drove you home and that was the first time you told me you loved me.
march 18th, 2016, 9:24 am: you called me and told me you loved me again. “i want to make sure that you know i still mean it when i’m sober,” you said.
march 24th, 2016, 1:09 pm: i met your parents at easter brunch. you had demanded i come with you, and i was glad i did. your mother was kind and beautiful, and your father was warm and handsome, just like i knew they’d be. after we’d eaten, your mother got me alone. “he’s never brought a girl home before,” she told me, “normally he isn’t very open about who he’s dating. but you, you’re different. don’t read into this, but i think he may really think you’re special.”
april 12th, 2016, 8:31 pm: you saw me naked for the first time, and you kissed every inch of my skin. i’d never felt that much love from anybody before that night, and i haven’t since. not even you could replicate those few hours.
may 5th, 2016, 4:57 pm: we fought for the first time. i ran into my ex at the grocery store and wanted to chat for a few minutes. you didn’t. when we got in the car, you told me that if i was still in love with somebody else i could just leave, and i told you that you should trust me and not be so insecure about our relationship. we screamed the whole way home and you slammed the car door when i dropped you off. i almost crashed three times on the drive home.
may 6th, 2016, 8:03 am: you came by with flowers and breakfast. “I’m sorry,” you told me, “you just mean so much to me, and the thought of you ever being anyone else’s makes me sick.” i smiled, “but you don’t have to worry about that now. i’m yours.”
june 16th, 2016, 10:51 pm: for my birthday you took me out to dinner and gave me a beautiful necklace with a silver chain and pearl pendant. we drank expensive wine and stumbled back to my place and fucked. i had never been fucked before, not like this. i woke up the next morning with bite marks on my neck and hickeys all the way down my stomach, but you were gone. “had to run,” you’d written on a post it note, “i love you.”
june 18th, 2016, 2: 41 pm: i hadn’t seen you since my birthday and you weren’t picking up when i’d call.
june 19th, 2016, 3:13 am: “ had to run,” the post it note had said. maybe you were running from me. i couldn’t tell if it was the 3 am darkness talking or the part of me that already knew.
july 1st, 2016, 4:01 am: i looked over at you, sleeping in the darkness beside me. when we were together, things felt perfectly normal. but now, i could feel the shifts. “are we falling apart?” i whispered to you, and although i hadn’t expected an answer, the silence broke my heart all the same.
july 4th, 2016, 6:47 pm: we were at a barbecue and i saw you across the crowd, talking to a girl. i saw the way she was drinking up every word that escaped from between your lips, and that’s when i knew. that’s when i knew you weren’t mine anymore.
july 21st, 2016, 7:08 pm: i brought it up to you. “i think we’re starting to grow apart,” i said, “there’s a distance between us that wasn’t here before.” you reassured me that it was all in my head, but i didn’t hear it in your voice. i didn’t see it in your eyes. you knew it was there, too, but unlike me, you weren’t trying to do anything to stop it.
august 10th, 2016, 11:37 pm: i lay awake and thought about what your mother said, all these months later. “don’t read into this.” but of course i did. i couldn’t help myself. fuck, i loved you so much.
august 15th, 2016, 1:12 pm: you invited me over and i discovered that the key you’d given me no longer worked. “i had the locks changed,” you said, “i’ll get you a new one.” it was a lie, and i knew it. you didn’t get me a new key.
september 8th, 2016, 2:00 pm: i caught you cheating. in a desperate attempt to revive the romance we’d had at the beginning of our relationship, i bought dinner and brought it to your place. when you finally opened the door, i saw it written all over your face; the way your eyes widened, the way your jaw dropped, the way your cheeks drained of color. i heard it in the stammer of your voice, the sharp intake of your breath, the grinding of your teeth. when the girl walked up behind you, half naked, asking who it was at the door, i already knew. “how could you?” i whispered, and you just opened and closed your mouth. the girl pieced it together and started screaming. she hadn’t known. i left the food at the doorstep.
september 10th, 2016, 1:49 am: you never called after that, never came by, never reached out, but it wasn’t like we’d needed to confirm anything. i knew it was over, but it took every ounce of willpower i had not to go back to your place and find out why, why everything.
september 27th, 2016, 6:20 pm: i kept finding myself huddled in a ball; in my bedroom, in my kitchen, in my shower. not crying, or yelling. just huddled, clutching my body close to myself, staring. still not understanding.
october 31st 2016, 9:01 pm: i spent halloween haunted by the ghost of you. your face was around every corner. i could still feel your touch trickling down my spine. that night, i lost it. the anger surged through the sadness and bubbled to the surface. i screamed until my throat was raw, screamed at nothing, about nothing, for no reason other than i was too full.
november 10th, 2016, 2:17 am: you called me when you were drunk and i answered. i listened to you ramble, vomiting up apology after apology. near the end, you told me you loved me. “call me tomorrow when you’re sober if you still love me,” i said. you didn’t.
november 25th, 2016, 7:15 pm: i went out on a date with somebody new. they didn’t pull me in like you did, but for a few hours, i forgot about you and i felt okay. i drank myself to sleep that night so i wouldn’t have to think about you. the next morning, the hangover hurt more than you did. it was a start.
december 24th, 2016, 8:12 pm: i was spending christmas with my family, and i was doing great until my aunt asked about you. i told her you cheated, but i was doing okay, and then i excused myself and threw up the appetizers into the toilet. i called you then, and when you picked up, i let out a sob. “you ruined me, you fuck,” i croaked, “and you can’t even apologize. not when you’re sober, at least.” there were a few seconds of silence, and then you hung up. i still hope that it ruined your christmas.
december 31st, 2016, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time in months across the crowd. it made me sick to know that even after all that had happened, you were still the most beautiful person in the room to me.
december 31st, 2016, 11:55 pm: you found me in the kitchen. “i wanted to tell you i’m sorry,” you yelled over the music, “and i miss you.” and in those final moments of the year, i thought about it. i thought about letting you back in. the countdown started, and you moved closer to me. and i.. i pushed you away. i turned away from you and said, “no. i can’t.” and i walked out of the room.
january 1st, 2017, 12:05 am: i have forgotten how you felt against me, your lips. and for the first time, i am finally okay with that.
a year in review -c.h. // instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)
“My older brother was my hero growing up. Everyone called him ‘Jise.’ He was this hip-hop dude. People loved him, especially the girls. Everyone knew when he walked into a room. I was the opposite. I blended into the crowd. I was quiet. I made straight A’s. I liked comic books and action figures. So I always looked up to him. He was murdered one night in 1989. Somebody shot him. I was fifteen at the time, and I just kind of gave up. I thought our family was curs…ed. I always had this feeling that I was up next. So it was like, ‘What’s the point of being good?’ I dropped out of school. I started hanging out with the wrong crowd. We started robbing people. I never actually took anything myself. I just tagged along for the adrenaline high. Even at my lowest, part of me was always the same good kid. I always held down a job. I wrote poetry. I kept dream journals. Whenever we were getting into trouble, my friends would always tease me. They’d say: ‘This isn’t you, man. Why are you here?’ Hip-hop saved me. It gave me a voice. I started doing open mic nights. I took all those dream journals and turned them into lyrics. I joined a group called The Arsonists. We toured all over Europe. We pressed a lot of records. Of course I always held down a second job. My proudest moment was when they wrote about us in The Source. My stage name was ‘Jise,’ in honor of my brother. It was like I’d gotten us both there.”
“RED CARD FOR AINO FOR ALSO VIOLATING THE NO MEMES IN THE HOUSE RULE”
she was GETTING THERE she was going to do a bit involving “bi the way…” (or possibly “gettin’ bi
with a little help from a friend” either way it would have been a
BRILLIANT PUN THAT DEFINITELY NO ONE HAS EVER THOUGHT OF BEFORE)
Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”
Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.
Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?
“i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au
“Honey, I’m home!” Stiles calls out as he wrestles his roll bag over their entry mat.
“That’s still not funny,” Scott says, without looking up from his textbook.
“Once again, we disagree.”
Scott snorts. “How was the trip?”
“Fine,” he says, plopping down right in the middle of the living room to start unpacking. “Typical conference. Some sessions were actually interesting, most were boring as shit.”
Scott hums, already absorbed again in his reading. Stiles reaches for the zipper on his suitcase but then freezes—this is definitely the same brand as his suitcase, but he doesn’t remember this extra zippered pocket on the top.
Stiles grimaces. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t my suitcase. Goddamn it.”
Scott finally looks up, frowning. “Shit, really? How’d you manage that?”
“It was a redeye,” Stiles says, running a hand through his hair. “I was exhausted, in fucking LaGuardia, and I was just trying to get out of there as fast as humanly possible.”
“Is there a name on it? Are you sure it’s not yours?”
“Pretty sure,” Stiles says, feeling around the sides for the pocket. He sighs when he pulls out the little card and sees that it’s blank. “Motherfucker. This is definitely not my suitcase because I’m actually smart enough to put my name on it.”
“Sorry, man,” Scott says sympathetically as Stiles falls back on the rug with an anguished groan.
“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”
“Open it,” Scott suggests. “Maybe there’s something with their name on it.”
Stiles fiddles with the zipper. He’s nosy as hell, in general, and normally he’d be jumping at the chance to rifle through someone else’s personal belongings. But…
“What if there’s like, dead bodies in there or something?” he asks, and Scott just stares at him for a second. Stiles rolls his eyes—that’s a perfectly valid concern. Or maybe he watches too many police procedurals, whatever. “Okay, fine.”
Stiles holds his breath as he slowly unzips the suitcase, but nothing happens when he lets the top part flop back onto their crappy, threadbare rug. There’s a Dodgers hat on top, and Stiles grimaces. “Well, they have shitty taste in baseball teams.”
He sets the hat carefully aside and keeps digging. The person is neat, whoever they are, because everything is folded, and all the dirty clothes are even all contained in their own zippered bag. At first glance, there’s nothing too out of the ordinary—phone charger, American Gods, Calvin Klein briefs. Fancy, he thinks. There’s a monogrammed leather toiletry bag (DSH, he commits those initials to memory), and he pokes through it.
“I’m gonna make an educated guess that it’s a guy.”
“Why’s that?” Scott says, finally looking somewhat interested in this mystery.
Stiles holds up an electric razor. “And that he’s maybe not totally straight,” he says, brandishing a little bottle of lube that’s about three-quarters full.
Scott rolls his eyes. “Lots of people use lube.”
“Yeah, but do you travel with it?” Stiles counters, and Scott sighs.
“No,” he admits. “Did you find anything with his actual name on it?”
“Not yet,” Stiles says absently. He continues to rifle through the bag until he’s pretty sure he has his plan of attack. “Okay. I’m gonna find out who it is,” he says with a determined nod, and Scott frowns.
“How? This is New York City! There are literally millions of dudes here.”
“It’ll be like a real-life scavenger hunt,” Stiles says dreamily, ignoring Scott as he carefully lays his three chosen items out on the coffee table. “This is awesome.”
Tantalizing: 01 020304050607 Ship: Jungkook | Reader Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge. Warning: Cumplay, Degrading Names, Angst, Intercourse, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Thigh Riding Word Count: 5,965
Headcanons for Trini/Kimberly in the reboot verse pretty pretty pretty please?
Okay, okay these are probably super random, but here you go!
•Obviosly Zack, Billy, and Trini think Jason and Kimberly are going to get together
-One time Zack mentions it to Trini and her face drops and he knows. He just knows. So she resigns and tells him about her feelings for Kimberly
-He becomes like their number 1 shipper cause “how cute would crazy girl and Kimmy be?!”
•Kimberly and Jason hang out a lot though, they are great friends. He’s the first person she told about sending the picture and everything, and he’s the first person she goes to tell she thinks that she might like Trini
-And Jason being Jason is like wtf? Of course you like her! We’re a team- let’s hope you like her. And she just stares at him until he finally gets it and he just grins, jumping in the air and exclaiming "I KNEW IT”
•When they finally get together, the girls can’t stop smiling because they know this is right, and it’s meant to be
•At first there wasn’t a whole lot of pda, just discreet handholding and secret kisses. But one time Zack was teasing Kimberly and she had this amazing comeback and Trini crossed the room and just smashed her lips to hers
-the guys are just so happy because they love their girls and are glad that they are happy
•When they walk through school holding hands, Kimberly’s old friends tease them a lot
-This makes Trini so mad, she knows about Kimberly sending the photos and how bad she feels about it, she doesn’t need more things on her plate
-So one time, Kimberly is walking through the halls and she sees her ex-friends standing in her way and she stops, because oh no, what are they gonna do now? But then they slowly back away
-Kimberly is confused, until she looks behind her and just sees Trini: arms crossed and her eyes practically on fire as she glared at the girls
•Kimberly always has Trini’s back when they are in their zorbs, she always keeps yellow in her sight
-On the ground they are practically unstoppable. They practice together so much they have planned moves and strategies that rely on complete trust of one another. Their enemies are stunned by how seamlessly they work together
•Kimberly takes Trini to the lake near the coal mines, where she first talked to Jason
-they spend nearly all their time there in the summer
•Whenever one of them asks the other for water, they just grin and smile at eachother. Remembering when Kimberly just freaking threw Them off a cliff
•They both are always wearing something with the others color on it, whether it’s a necklace, or socks they always have pink and yellow
•They plan these sarcastic responses using the both of them that just make the guys crazy
-“That’s totally cheating, you guys practice that!”
•Just loving and supporting eachother 100% because they know they are perfect for eachother
Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.
Looking up from your phone, your lips tilted up into a warm smile as you saw a familiar face enter the room, as she slightly skipped, swinging her lunchbox in one hand.
“Jieun-ah!!” you cheered as you made your way to her, pinching her cheeks softly as you cooed, “How’s my little girl been?”
Giving you a big smile, one that reached all the way up to her round eyes, she gave you a thumbs up and grinned, “I’m great! Daddy and I even got another dog for Charlie so that he wouldn’t be alone anymore.”
Laughing slightly, you remarked, “Well isn’t that sweet of you to do!! By the way, where’s your Daddy, did he not drop you off–?”
“Her Daddy is right here.” a voice said teasingly as you looked up, scoffing a little as Jimin winked at you playfully. Your eyes quickly wandered to the cut on his lip, which to your surprise had seemed to be healing, making you sigh in relief.
Getting up, you patted Jieun’s back and motioned her to go and put away her stuff in her cubby before walking up to Jimin. Motioning to his face, you said softly, “You’re looking better. How did you manage to explain this to Jieun?”
Jimin chuckled as his eyes fell on his little girl who was humming along to a random tune as she walked around the classroom, mindlessly.
“I told her that when she was asleep, her dad went on a mission to save a princess from an evil man, and then got hurt in the fight.” he said as his eyes flickered back to you, making you flush lightly at his words that made your heart flutter.
when there’s a girl who finally likes you and you think she’s going to confess to you but you like another girl so before she gets the chance to tell you she likes you, you start telling her how there’s another girl who you like but then an older city boy appears and you assume it’s her boyfriend and that you completely misunderstood the situation