why did i let this happen again

MORE QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ Why are we doing this again? ❜
❛ Is this a bootycall? ❜
❛ Did you really just ask me that? ❜
❛ You don’t think I’m going, do you? ❜
❛ What happened between you and _____? ❜
❛ So, are you two dating? ❜
❛ You think you control my life now? ❜
❛ What did you do? ❜
❛ How far along are you now? ❜
❛ Was this your plan all along? ❜
❛ Why didn’t you just tell me? ❜
❛ Are you sure you’re not keeping any secrets? ❜
❛ Are you sure you’re telling me everything? ❜
❛ Why would you even begin to think that? ❜
❛ Did someone tell you that? ❜
❛ What’s the time again? ❜
❛ Are you ever going to come back? ❜
❛ Wait, what? Where did you hear that at? ❜
❛ Are you here to lie to me again? ❜
❛ Did you really think that? After all this time? ❜
❛ Why are you leaving me? ❜
❛ Why should I believe you? ❜
❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜
❛ Do you really think I’m going to trust you that easily? ❜
❛ You mean, you weren’t joking about that? ❜
❛ Is that really how you feel? ❜
❛ Do you remember anything, at all? ❜
❛ How could you go behind my back and do that? ❜
❛ You didn’t tell me about this? ❜
❛ So, is there any exciting news to hear? ❜
❛ You think I’m inclined to believe that? ❜
❛ How long do you think I will wait for that happen? ❜
❛ Why aren’t you laughing, was it not funny? ❜
❛ Why are you staring at me like that? ❜
❛ Are you okay? What the hell happened? ❜
❛ Did you go somewhere else without me again? ❜
❛ Is it you or is it me? ❜
❛ You think I owe you an apology? For what? ❜
❛ What did I ever do so wrong to you for you to hate me? ❜
❛ Why do you hate me so much? ❜
❛ What did I ever do to you? ❜
❛ Okay, where is all this coming from exactly? ❜
❛ Are you trying to break up with me right now? ❜
❛ Is this part where we kiss? ❜
❛ Are you trying to kiss me right now? ❜
❛ Are you going to let me by or not? ❜
❛ So, are you in or are you out? ❜
❛ Are we going to stand out here all night? ❜
❛ You didn’t even bother to tell me about this? ❜
❛ What else are you lying about? ❜
❛ Are you hiding something for me? ❜
❛ Did you even notice that I was gone? ❜
❛ What are you doing here? ❜
❛ You know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜
❛ Did you kill someone? ❜
❛ Are you sure you’re not hiding anything? ❜
❛ What, you think this is some kind of game? ❜
❛ What are you having doubts about? ❜
❛ You don’t think we’re wasting time? ❜
❛ Is that a threat or a promise? ❜
❛ Oh, so you don’t kiss and tell anymore? ❜
❛ What more do you want me to do? ❜
❛ What am I going to do without you? ❜
❛ How long have you known about this? ❜
❛ You’re not starting to like me are you? ❜
❛ Is this your way of saying sorry? ❜
❛ Who would buy that? ❜
❛ You know, I don’t want to see you, right? ❜
❛ Have you been drinking? Are you drunk? ❜
❛ How much have you had to drink tonight? ❜
❛ How’s that hangover from last night? ❜
❛ Long night, huh? ❜
❛ So, did I miss anything interesting? ❜
❛ What are you watching over there? ❜
❛ Who are you texting? ❜
❛ Who’s got you smiling? ❜
❛ You didn’t hear that? ❜
❛ Is this a date or? ❜
❛ Are you going to ignore me forever? ❜
❛ How long before your silent treatment breaks? ❜
❛ What can I do to make up for it? ❜
❛ Will you please just talk to him/her for me? ❜
❛ Are you here to apologize? ❜
❛ Do you ever stop talking? ❜
❛ Is that really still a thing these days? ❜
❛ Are you laughing at me or with me? ❜
❛ What was it like before she/he was here? ❜
❛ Do you remember me at all? ❜
❛ Are you in trouble? ❜
❛ You’re not in any kind of trouble, are you? ❜
❛ There was something you needed to tell me? ❜
❛ Are you insulting me right now? ❜
❛ Is that supposed to be some kind of an insult? ❜
❛ You do realize you’re wrong, right? ❜
❛ What’s so wrong with that? ❜
❛ Is that such a bad thing? ❜
❛ You’re not going to be sick again, are you? ❜
❛ You really the police? Why would you do that? ❜
❛ You really don’t trust me anymore? ❜
❛ Aren’t we friends?
❛ Why do you always lie to me? ❜
❛ Why is it so hard to face the truth? ❜
❛ Why is it so hard for you to tell the truth? ❜
❛ Where do you think youre going? ❜
❛ So that’s it then? You’re just going to walk out? ❜
❛ Don’t you believe me? ❜
❛ Do you love me? Do you even like me? ❜
❛ What’s stopping us from being together other than you? ❜
❛ How come it took you so long to answer? ❜
❛ Why are you ignoring me? ❜
❛ I thought we were friends, how could you do this? ❜
❛ Are you really wearing that? ❜
❛ You really think that will help? ❜
❛ Do you ever think about us? ❜
❛ Why are you standing on my porch in the middle of the night? ❜
❛ Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? ❜
❛ What did I say? ❜
❛ Why are you having such a hard time believing me? ❜
❛ What’s your excuse? ❜
❛ Did you think I wouldn’t find out? ❜
❛ How did you find this out? Who told you? ❜
❛ Are we really going to this stupid party? ❜
❛ Why are you always so sad? ❜
❛ Why do you care so little about everything? ❜
❛ What was it like? ❜
❛ Are you setting me up? ❜
❛ As long as you aren’t setting me up for failure, okay? ❜
❛ Do you believe in love? Do you believe in us? ❜
SENTENCE STARTERS (life-threatening/dangerous situations)

“ Thank you, but I could’ve done it myself somehow. “
“ I seriously don’t know what I would’ve done without you … “
“ So, that’s your thing, huh? Risking your life saving strangers? “
“ That was close! “
“ Do you realize how crazy that was? You could’ve get yourself hurt! “
“ That was fun! Let’s do it again sometime! “
“ There’s no way I’m going back in there! “
“ Wait! You can’t just leave me like this! “
“ It hurts… P-please… just make it end… “
“ I thought I’d never see you again! “
“ Thank god, you’re alive! “
“ I thought you were dead! “
“ You! Don’t you EVER do that again! “
“ Why are you still here? “
“ Just leave already … “
“ Can we please just keep moving? “
“ Why are you always so damn stubborn? “
“ And that’s exactly the kind of attitude, that’s going to get you/us killed. “
“ I don’t want to say I’ve told you so but … I kinda did. “
“ Don’t you remember? “
“ What happened? You look awful! “
“ Would you please just let me take a closer look? “
“ It’s nothing. I’m fine! “
“ Take it off! I can’t help you, if I can’t see it. “
“ We’re going to die. Simple as that. “
“ Just… stay still! It won’t take long. “
“ This might hurt a little… “
“ Please don’t die on me! “
“ Get it off your mind! I’m not leaving you behind! “
“ Don’t move! I’m going to get help! “
“ So, I guess that’s it. There’s no way out of here. “
“ We’re stuck! Give it up already! “
“ We’ll find a way. We always do. “
“ WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! “
“ Please tell me that’s not your blood! “
“ You’re bleeding! “

Camren 2017: They’re So Obvi

Okay. First let me apologize for the delay in getting this theory out to you guys. The last few days have been crazy busy. Secondly…grab a bowl of popcorn and warm cup of tea…this is going to get interesting. I’m sure the skeptics will try to refute any and all evidence I am going to provide in this post. So, “screw you in advance. don’t like it? don’t agree? ignore it. please don’t insult me or my fellow munchkins”. Now that all the preliminary stuff is out of the way…

Camren is alive in 2017. I believe that Lauren and Camila are not only on good terms but also seeing each other on the low again. Crazy right? Hard to believe, I know but the evidence I’ve gathered has me convinced. I’ll start with the release of Camila’s CITC and IHQ video and single. Camila released her debut single CITC on May 19th…two days before on the 17th I came across this photo…

I’m not sure if she followed the Camren account on the 17th or if she followed them along time ago, but I think it was recent. It showed up in my recent suggested likes and posted the same day I found it.
Then on the 19th, the day CITC was released, a photo of Lauren was posted to a stylist IG wearing a wig with bangs…

Not a big deal for most. But my delusional triggered camren mind sees the wig with bangs as a nod to Camila and the release of her single and her new hairdo. I get it. I’m reaching super far with that one right? Well when was the last time we saw Lauren with bangs in a photo? (where she wasn’t a toddler) And the photo happens to post the day Camila’s first single debuts? Coincidence? If you’ve been in this fandom long enough you know that word doesn’t exist.  On May 16th before the picture of Mani following the Manip Squad surfaced and before the Lauren wig pic posted another screenshot surfaced. 

…on the 16th Camila posted some snippets from her music video and supposedly Lauren liked the video. Speculation says that Mila deleted the third video clip because Lauren “accidentally” liked the video. 😏 we know how Lauren likes to accidentally like things…funny how her likes are only accidental when it comes to Mila. Camila is well into her press tour for both her new singles and on the 19th of May after the successful debut of CITC, Mila did an interview with Power 106 FM…

https://youtu.be/4M95O9N_lyw  (link to interview)

in the interview she clarifies the interviewer that her album is NOT about boys…now I know that can be interpreted many ways. But if you’re singing about experiences and relationships and you say the album isn’t about boys (I’m sure she will discuss some 5H things but not for the entire album) then who is the album about Mila? Sorry to inform your representatives…but I think your gay is showing. 

Okay, still hanging in there with me? Excellent. Let’s keep going. On May 21st, Camila made her solo performance debut performing IHQ and CITC at the 2017 Billboard Music Awards…she killed both performances. 😩🙌 Anyway…some of her red carpet photos surfaced and there are some inexplicable scratches on her arms that kind of look like they could have come from a dog or cat.  And who recently got a puppy named Leo? Lauren, that’s who. And who also has a dog named Leo? Camila, that’s who. Lauren was definitely around when Camila got Leo so I’m sure she knew what naming her dog Leo would do to this “delusional” fandom of ours. Don’t believe me about the scratches? Check out the photo.

Now some poor overly dramatic souls speculated that Mila was self harming…😒 smh. Sometimes this fandom is just too much. They are clearly scratch marks from a small animal. Also, since we’re the talking about the BBMAs, MGK and Halsey were there looking very close and cuddly and “coupley”. And I think its very funny that they are both VERY CLOSE to both halves of Camren. I mean come on…do you really think they don’t have the tea? MGK refers to Mila as his sister and Halsey is a die hard Lauren supporter and fan. The pair (halsey and lauren) have gotten super close recently after their collaborative project of Strangers. Which is a bop and I fall in love with it more and more every time I hear it. I feel like with MGK and Halsey being as close to Camila and Lauren as they are if the two (camren) weren’t getting along wouldn’t that cause issues with MGK and Halsey too? Ever hated someone your best friend or significant other like? It will definitely cause tensions to rise. I just want MGK and Halsey to spill all the tea about their double dates with Camren LLS…since Lauren spilled the tea all over Halsey’s carpet its only fair she return the favor…😂😏.

Then on the 27th of May like clock work….Ty$ and Lucy came through to distract us. Ty$ liked a provocative pic of Lauren’s… You guys know the one😏. And Lauren went like crazy on his page too. I wasn’t surprised or derailed by the interaction seeing as how all signs have been pointing to camren since a couple days before the release of Mila’s debut single. Then…supposedly Lucy did an IG live where she was asked to stick out her tongue if Camren was real…or something like that. And she did. 😮 Now I did not witness her doing it. But I have a screenshot of the request and Lucy responding with her tongue out 😜

…but again. I can’t confirm if it happened exactly like that because I did not see the video myself.  

With all that being said. I can say that I am thoroughly convinced Camren is alive and well in 2017. I’m sure I missed a ton of stuff as my personal life has been kind of hectic over the last month or so. But May has rewarded us for sure with Camren indirects/proof. Let me hear your thoughts? Do you agree? Why? Do you disagree? Keep it respectful but tell me why. Did I miss something? Help me fill in the blanks. I hope this theory wasn’t disappointing or too far fetched. I’m just relaying my thoughts on the current Camren situation. Don’t be distracted by Mila’s hetero narrative or Lauren’s PR BS RS…lol. Nothing can Kill Camren. Its the cockroach of Relationships. Their connection will exist long after the nuclear holocaust and Zombie apocalypse. 😂😂 IT’S CAMREN YO!!!

PSS: FOR SOME REASON ALL THE PHOTOS AREN’T SHOWING ON MOBILE DEVICES. SO I SUGGEST READING THIS POST ON THE COMPUTER SO YOU CAN SEE ALLTHE JUICY DETAILS. 😘
that one scene is dear Evan Hansen where we all cry,,

Evan
Connor


I’m not doing this, I’m done

You can’t just stop now

There’s no way I can live with this anymore

What about my parents?

No more emails

How can you do this to them?

No more Connor project, no more orchard

After everything they’ve done for you…they need you.

need me for what, for me to keep lying to them?

That lie’s is the only thing that is keeping them together

That’s not- that’s not true.

Oh really? So they seemed like a pretty happy family when you met them?

I don’t wanna lie anymore!

What about Zoe?

Zoe said she just- she wants me.

Right.

Yes, yes- she likes me for who I am-

Except you didn’t happen to mention that everything you’ve told her, it’s all been one big fucking lie, did you? No you left that part out.

So then what.. Um.. What if I did her the truth.

She’ll hate you.

No, no, no- maybe she’d understand- Maybe everyone will understand.

Everyone will hate you

Not if I could just-not if I could just explain it

You’ll be right back to where you started

No. No, no, no, I’m done with this. stop

With no more friends, nobody, nothing. At all.

I’m ready to be done with it!

If you really believe that then why are you standing here talking to yourself? Again. You think you’re going to turn around, all of a sudden and start telling everyone the truth. You can’t even tell yourself the truth.

What are you talking about?

How’d you break your arm? How’d you break your arm, Evan?

I fell.

Really is that what happened?

Yes! I was just- I lost my grip and then I just.. I fell so..

Did you fall? Or did you let go? …you can get rid of me whenever you want. You can get rid of all of it; the Connor project, the orchard. But then all that you’re going to be left with…Is you. End of May or early June, this picture perfect afternoon we shared. Drive the winding country rode, grab a scoop at alamode and then, we’re there.

5

If Only Part 8

I turned my phone off and rubbed slow circles on Jimin’s back “Chim let’s sit down, we need to talk.” he lifted his head from my shoulder and nodded. I took his hand and brought him to the couch. “Chim, I’m so sorry this happened to you. You are so innocent and caring, you don’t deserve that.”  he only sniffled before pulling his legs to his chest. I sighed before pulling him to me and he rested his head on my shoulder as he cried.

After a few minutes i realized he had fallen asleep. I slowly moved his head from my shoulder to my lap and grabbed the throw blanket i had on the back of the couch and covered him. I ran my hands through his hair and began watching a drama. Yoongi would be here in about an hour so I had time to contemplate everything that happened.

Jimin, my best friend. Why did I let this happen to you?  But if it never happened then how would I have known how Yoongi felt? My heart flutters every time I think about him. I used to feel the same flutter thinking about you Jimin. But it’s not there anymore. I don’t think we can tell Jimin about Yoongi and I… not yet.

He needs time to heal, before I break his heart all over again…


[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8]

Two minutes before New Year’s Day.
‘I will kiss you later,’ he said
As his hands slipped away from mine.
When the clock struck 12,
Fireworks were in the air,
And I watched him get kissed by someone else.
It should’ve been me.
He walked toward me,
looked at me with tired eyes.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said.
I forgave him.

I felt like a second choice.

Three days later.
We had sex for the first time.
He looked at me,
Then whispered in my ear,
‘I love you.’
I looked at him,
With a smile,
And whispered, ‘I love you too.’
I was finally his.

I finally felt like a first choice.

Two days later.
The someone else told me,
‘We have sex almost every day,
We did it this morning,
We did it yesterday too.’
The day after our first time…
Did I mean nothing to him?

I felt like a second choice again.

I confronted him,
Cried on his shoulder.
Asked, ‘Why?’
No answer.
Just a frown,
And an ‘I’m sorry.’
‘It won’t happen again,’ he promised.
‘I love you.
I never meant to hurt you.’
I forgave him.

I felt like a first choice once more.

The next day.
We held hands.
We cuddled.
We kissed.
We made love.
I opened up to him.
I gave him my soul.
I gave him my heart.

I made him feel like a first choice.

The same night.
He let go of me.
He walked away from me,
And ran toward Him.
He left me for his first choice.
He abandoned me for Him.

I felt like a second choice once again.

Three months later.
They’ve been together ever since.
They’ve been living happily ever after.
They’ve been each other’s happiness.
I can’t find happiness,
Because he took a part of me with him.
I thought I was his first choice,
Because he was mine.
I loved him,
And I thought he loved me too.
—  Always a Second Choice

what i say: im fine

what i mean: i’m happy that in the closing number of The Book Of Mormon they reference the fact that Connor McKinley overcame his internalized homophobia however I think it would’ve added a lot to the story and McKinley’s character if there was some sort of Turn It Off reprise in which we could see him going through this emotional change. It is literally established that this man has vivid, traumatic nightmares regarding his sexuality every night. It would’ve added a lot to the production to witness him change his worldview as he begins to doubt the existence of god and the legitimacy of the Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter Day Saints. And lets talk about Kevin. Did Kevin’s arrival at the mission center influence Connor’s worldview? I mean obviously the nonsense that Kevin, Arnold, and Nabalungi started prompted Connor to question the legitimacy of what he’d been told his entire life. But he also tried to kiss Kevin after the general shot that guy. Like he just tried to kiss Kevin and it’s never acknowledged again. How big of a role did Kevin play in Connor’s emotional development? Why don’t we get to see it happen? Connor was in serious denial about his sexuality since 5th grade, is he okay? 

I missed you

Loki x Reader

Genre: SO MUCH ANGST

Word Count: 1,383

Summary: You find out that your husband, Loki was still alive after falling from the Bifrost, and you were determined to see him. Although, when you do, it is not hugs and kisses like you expected from reuniting with the love of your life.

AN: mmkayyy, so my first shot at actually writing something, tell me if you like it. I just needed some good and frustrating ANGST. If y’all like it, maybe I’ll write more. If not, I’ll probably hide in my shell and never write again. Feedback is always welcome tho 


“I command you let me through!” You were yelling at the two guards blocking the path to the dungeons, or as you thought, your path to Loki. “We have orders from the Allfather, Lady Y/N,” they replied. “I don’t understand why I am forbidden to see my own husband.”

You had been arguing for almost an hour before you heard a familiar voice boom through the hallway. “Let her pass!” Whipping your head, you saw familiar golden locks and a sympathetic look from Thor. “He has already been sentenced to life in those dungeons. No need to keep him from reuniting with his dear wife" 

Thor put an arm around your shoulder and interrupted the guards before they could speak again, “Come! I will escort you to my brother”

After passing through the large doors and turning a corner, Thor stopped to look at you and sighed. “Lady Y/N, I know you must miss him but you cannot just bother these dungeons. He cannot be trusted. He is not the same Loki you grew up with centuries ago… that Loki fell from the Bifrost” He held your shoulders and you know that he means well but you couldn’t help but feel anger start to bubble up inside you.

“How is he different? He’s made mistakes but don’t we all? Thor, I lost him once but I know he is still my Loki.” You looked at Thor hoping he would understand, and sighed. “And even if he weren’t… I’d love him all the same.”

 Thor let out a second deep sigh and let go of your shoulders. “I hope he knows that.” You continued walking until you and Thor reached a rather large and furnished cell and saw the raven hair you missed running your fingers through.

“I must go now. I might need to speak to father before the guards do.” Thor turned and walked away before stopping to shortly look back between you and Loki. After Thor had left, you walked closer to the cell in front of you.

“Loki,” You spoke quietly but loud enough for him to slightly turn his head to the side.

His hair was much longer from the last time you saw him. From what you could see, his eyes looked sunken and his face was a sickly pale color.

“Loki,” You repeated and he furrowed his brows before standing up and turning to you. “What are you doing here?” He spoke harshly and glared. You were confused for a moment. He seemed angry and ashamed all at once but you still missed the sound of his voice after it had stopped flowing from his lips.

“I wanted to see you.” You continued keeping your voice at a whisper. He scoffed and looked away. You didn’t understand what you were feeling. You wanted to kiss him and punch him all at once. He left you but he’s here now. You started to feel the tears prick at your eyes and you looked down at your feet, from being so overwhelmed, you assumed.

“Did you miss me?” You heard Loki’s voice mock and you looked up to see his back turned to you once again.

Your tears subsided and whatever you were feeling turned into anger. Angry at him for everything; for leaving you and letting you cry at night, for mocking you now and for not seemingly missing you at all. At the same time you were angry at yourself for still wanting feel his lips against yours.

You furrowed your brows and raised your voice a little louder, “No, Loki. I didn’t.” Loki turned back to face you and looked taken aback, all you could do was let out a laugh and wipe the tears away. “I didn’t miss you at all. I didn’t miss the one person I called my friend. I didn’t miss the person I married. Gods, I didn’t miss having someone hold me at night or comfort me when I cried!” You were screaming and tears were falling hard at this point and you were trying to look anywhere but him.

“Y/N, I-” He started but you quickly interrupted him, not caring how much your voice cracked. “Of course I missed you, Loki” Your voice was back to a whisper and you looked back at your feet. You didn’t realize you had walked as close as you could to the cell. “I died when I heard what happened.” You let out a sigh and continued, “All I wanted was to see you again…” You looked up to see he looked… Sad. He had tears in his eyes but his mouth was turned downward like he was disgusted, not with you, but himself.

“I’m sorry, Y/N” Two words from his lips and all you wanted to do was hug him.  You just missed the feeling of him. You didn’t realize you were crying now just looking at his face.

“Why did you leave me? Why didn’t you tell me that you were okay? That you were alive?” You just wanted to know and every part of you was relieved that he was alive but hurt that he kept himself away from you and let you mourn.

“I couldn’t, Y/N.” he turned away again and started to walk towards his bed and you wanted to throw your slipper at him. “Why not!?” You yelled and he stopped moving completely. You saw his body stiffen and he let out a deep sigh.

“Y/N…”

“Did you not want to be with me?” You didn’t even understand what was coming out of your mouth. You wanted an answer. Something to explain why you didn’t eat for months and cried yourself to sleep, wishing you had fallen from the Bifrost. You just wanted him back with you.

“Of course I wanted to be with you, Y/N!” Loki yelled and interrupted your thoughts quickly. “Everyday, I wish to be beside you again. To hold you while you sleep. To be out of this accursed cell and be wherever you are!” He was running his fingers roughly through his hair, causing the slicked back locks to fall out of place. “But I couldn’t…”

“Why not!?” You yelled again

"I’m a monster, Y/N!” He looked at you full of rage. Not particularly at you but at everything. He wanted the world to melt away. “I couldn’t take it and especially after what I’ve done, I was too ashamed to even think of holding you again.” He sat on a small chair and put his head in his hands. You know what happened in Midgard but frankly, didn’t care when they told you he was okay.

“Did you at least try?” Your voice was cracking, you weren’t even sure if Loki could still hear you. All he did was sigh again before speaking up, not moving from his spot. “I wasn’t strong enough to try… I was too weak.”

“Were you too weak… or too selfish” You were hurting all over and your chest felt like a sack of bricks. It worsened when you saw a tear slip past Loki’s palm. “I don’t deserve you, Y/N…” He was near sobbing and it made your heart burn and caused you to choke back a sob yourself but you were just as mad.

"Loki, please… Just look at me” Your voice was still cracked but you had managed to cease the tears that were falling from your eyes. He looked up at you and you saw the tears that covered his cheeks.

“I’m not strong enough to try anymore, Y/N” He started to whisper, afraid that he wouldn’t be coherent if all you could hear was sobbing when he raised his voice. Hearing his words, your tears pushed out once more. You could feel your heart tearing itself to pieces. It felt worse than when you heard about his “death”. You felt hopeless. He was not the monster he believed himself to be nor did you believe he ever will be, but it seemed like he was the shell of your Loki.

“I missed you, Loki” you whispered one last time and turned around to leave when he put his head back in his hands and started to choke back his sobs.

“I missed you too, Y/N" 


Part 2 “Safe”

Some angst openings/lines

“Why are you late?”

“I…I can’t stay…”

“Where are you?It’s been 5 hours?!”

“Please…Don’t go…Don’t leave me.”

“Don’t leave before I’m ready.”

“I thought you loved me!I thought you loved me…”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Please don’t yell at me…”

“I’m sorry!I’m sorry for whatever I did just please stop yelling!”

“Why would you do this…”

“I thought I could trust you!”

“I tried…I really did…”

“I tried okay?!Is that not good enough for you?!”

“Do you even care at all?”

“I’m sorry.Alright I’m sorry.”

“No.”

“I said leave me alone!I don’t need you, just leave me the fuck alone-”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen…I’m so sorry…I’m sorry.”

“Saying sorry does nothing!”

“Go away.Now.I never want to see you near me or my family ever again.”

“Help!Help me please!Please, please!

"I couldn’t do it…I tried so hard.And I did nothing.I was useless.”

“I’m not some slave to you!”

“All I wanted was to spend the day with you.”

“You never have anytime for me…Why…”

“Am I not enough?”

“Is it…Is it because of me?”

“I’m only bringing you down…Just let me go…”

“Yeah, you’re right.You don’t need me.”

rm as your bf;

  • matching outfits 
  • you’d be the very personal photograph for KimDaily
  • and sometimes you’d feature in them
  • because matching outfits are just couple goals
  • and he knows it
  • LOTS of selfies just for you
  • compliments
  • like ALL THE TIME
  • it can be all sweet and cute like
  • “You look wonderful today baby” 
  • but it also can be 
  • “Damn baby girl you look so sexy today” 
  • because that boy has no chill and you know it
  • THEM KISSES LEMME TELL YOU
  • Have you seen those lips ??????
  • it’s be gr8 m8, 10/10
  • protective bf af
  • a bit possessive too
  • STUDIO DATESSSSS
  • you’d be casually sitting on his lap
  • and he would work on songs just like this
  • asking for your opinion from time to time
  • he would even make you try to record something for fun
  • like one of his rap
  • and even tho it’d be horrible
  • he would keep it and put it on his phone or smth to listen whenever he wants to
  • ALSO
  • making sessions
  • a lot of them
  • especially in the studio tbh
  • with you on his lap, at a certain time he would not control himself anymore
  • and would let his hands wandering under your shirt
  • kisses on your cheek and down your neck
  • and you know damn well what’s happening next lmao
  • rough sex
  • but he’d still be careful not to hurt you
  • he’d secretly love when you top him (especially on the chair of the studio ;)) omg why am i like this)
  • oh and your stuff would start to disappear mysteriously 
  • “Babe have you seen my headphones ?”
  • “hmm… no ?”
  • “Namjoon, did you broke them again ?”
  • “hmm… maybe ?”
  • not too much into pda tbh
  • he’d prefer keeping those things private
  • but there will be a lot of smirks and stares
  • his fav would definitely be kisses like anywhere, just kisses
  • cuddle position = you on his lap and him backhugging you like this
  • lot of pillow talks
  • with philosophic thoughts that would keep you thinking all night
  • him snoring like a truck at night 
  • and you having to kick his legs to shut him up
  • overall namjoon would be a giant teddy bear oh so sweet
  • but that can get vry needy and serious when he has to
2.0

Summary: The tour crew is teasing you about how you’re picking up on everything Shawn’s doing. 

a/n: I feel like I should be writing some angst bc like I feel like I have too much fluff and cuteness but here I am writing another fluff. I also don’t know where I’m going with this one tbh. Here’s one I wrote like after The Not Shawn Mendes tour. To the anon that requested, I will post it very soon. Just need to make my mind up on some stuff.


Your name: submit What is this?

“Woah,” Zubin just stared at you after asking him something. 

“What?” You raised your eyebrows, you have been with Shawn the whole world tour. Going home whenever you wanted to, and getting to go wherever you want to. It’s been very fun on tour, you got closer with everyone else. You felt like they were really your family, they took such good care of you.

“You literally just sounded like Shawn. Not even kidding.” Zubin laughed, and you rolled your eyes. Everyone on the tour family with Shawn has been saying that you and Shawn has been been together way too much, that you’re starting to act like him. 

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DUFF (CHAPTER 2)

Originally posted by jeonify

Chapter 2

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut 

╳ Summary: “Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”


After what happened at the party, I was not looking forward to Monday at all. But I woke up this morning and guess what day it was…

 Monday.

 Mondays were always horrible, but I knew this was going to be the worst Monday of my fucking life. All that kept going through my head when I was getting ready to walk into the hell hole called school was that I was a Duff. As I was walking down the hallway, I noticed every group did have a Duff and I cursed myself for never noticing that I wasn’t one before.

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Stay With Me

Part 1 (It’s not really that necessary to read it to understand what’s going on); Part 2; Part 3


Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Reader

Summary: Your parents gave you up so you had no choice but to become his wife.

Genre: Mafia AU, fluff

Word count: 1,943

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

“I will show you something better,” he said.  It still amazed you how quickly his personality could change, one minute he was standing there ready to kill and the next he was already guiding you through the crowds of people downstairs with a smile on his face. Everyone’s eyes were on you and you couldn’t help but look around if Jimin was still present. He was nowhere to be seen though.

“Don’t worry about them, they’re just jealous,” Jongdae spoke once you two were outside.

“Of what?”

“You of course,” he said opening the car’s door for you. “I don’t blame them, I’m not sure I have seen anything prettier either,” he continued once you were inside. “I will be right back.”

For once you were actually happy he left you as you couldn’t control your blushing whenever he started flirting. “Geez,” you thought and turned in your seat to see what he was doing. He was talking to a group of men, eleven besides him, you only knew Suho and Sehun though. They seemed to be arguing and you couldn’t help but think that it was because you screwed up. Damn those windows, you can’t hear anything. You reached down to open one of them slightly when Jongdae looked at you and you had no choice but to get back to your seat.  

“Is everything okay?” you asked him as he got into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah. Why?”

“I don’t know. You seem kind of angry.”

“Let’s just say not everything worked out in my favour,” he said starting the engine and driving out. “I’m glad you’re safe,” he smiled and put his hand on your thigh. You looked at him and then back at his hand and just gently lifted it up and put it on his lap.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, when you noticed you passed the turn you have taken before.

“Where are we going?”

“I thought I told you I will show you something better,” but you just tensed up at his words. What does he mean better? He seemed to notice that.

“Relax. We’re going to my place,” but that didn’t calm you down at all. His place? What is he planning to do there?

“You’re place? I thought you-“

“Were living there? No way! With all these men around and barely no women? It’s more like a dorm,” he laughed as he pulled up into a fancy looking apartment complex. He got out and opened the door for you but you were reluctant to get out.

“Are you seriously thinking I will do something to you? You do realize that if I wanted I already had plenty of opportunities to do that.”

He was right. You were kind of embarrassed for even thinking about it. You took his hand and walked inside.

“Which floor?” you asked once you were in the elevator.

“The very top.”

The penthouse, of course.

“I need you to close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just do it,” he said and you complied. When you reached the door he guided you around and after a few minutes you felt the wind on your skin. You took it as a sign and slowly opened your eyes. The view in front of you was beautiful to say the least. You grabbed onto the balcony’s railing. You couldn’t believe it, you could actually see almost the whole city from here. It looked lovely as the lights began popping up as the night took over.

“I told you it’s better.”

“It is,” you chuckled. After a moment of silence you decided to ask him the question that’s been bugging you.

“So what happened today?”

“Where do I start? I guess there is no point in lying to you as you already know about my work, more or less. To put it simply we needed to make a deal but these guys are so stubborn as it is but if Jimin is around, it’s practically impossible to talk to them, so that’s why I asked you to distract him. It was going pretty well until Suho told me he took you somewhere private,” you decided not to tell him that it was actually your idea. “And well you know what happened next. I really messed up, I think I just made our bad relationship with them even worse.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. You see it’s not only them, there are plenty of other gangs out there and the tension between us all has been high way before this and,” he stopped mid sentence. “Are you cold?” he asked taking his jacket off and putting it on your shoulders. “Well it’s night already after all but I always think the view is worth the cold,” he laughed.

You looked down at the city, you never thought you would see something like this. Jongdae took your hand and dragged you away from the railing.

“Come, I will warm you up,” he said as he sat down on one of the chairs in the balcony and pulled you too his lap. You had no idea where to put your hands, this whole position was pretty awkward but you couldn’t help but smile.

“What?” he asked.

“I don’t know why but being under stars with you like this really calms me down,” you stated and then realized you just said that out loud. He just chuckled and pulled you in closer his face just inches away, his warm breath on your skin. You closed your eyes not knowing what he was planning but opened them just as quickly when you felt him pull away.

“I don’t want to push you. It feels kind of wrong when I’m the only one who wants it,” he said standing up and picking you up. You covered your face with your hands, you could feel your cheeks burning. Were you actually expecting something? When you looked up at him again he was already going up the stairs.

“I see you don’t mind me carrying you anymore, so that’s a start,” he laughed as he pushed one of the doors open with his legs. He sat you down on the bed.

“This is going to be your room. Mine is next door, so if you need anything feel free to come in,” he said as he turned to go.

“Jongdae wait!” Great. You stopped him. Now what? You actually had no idea what to say, you just didn’t want him to leave just yet. You had to come up with something quickly.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he said leaning on the door frame.

“What did you want to say to me back then in the morning?”

He seemed surprised by your question which only increased your suspicion that he’s hiding something.

“I don’t remember,  it was probably nothing important.”

“I see… “ you decided not to bother him now and wait for another opportunity. “Can I ask you for one more thing? Can you leave the door slightly open?”

“Scared?” he laughed.

“No, I just can somehow feel the freedom that way, knowing I’m not locked up,” he looked at you concerned. “I’m sorry I was the one who made you feel that way. Sleep well,” he smiled before exiting. You quickly changed and got into bed. You took the pendant Jongdae gave you off and put it safely on the night stand. You tried to rethink everything that happened today but sleep soon took over.

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You were kneeling on the floor, it’s coldness seeping through your skin. You heard one of them say “Scare them a little”. You could feel the metal press up against the back of your head. You squeezed her hand, trying to control your tears and told her that you love her. You looked up and saw your mother crying saying that everything is going to be alright, your father frightened by the sight couldn’t utter a single word out. You heard the safety click. It seemed like the time stopped at this moment. You closed your eyes. 

This is it. 

The loud sound after the trigger was pulled seemed to resonate around the room. 

It’s over.

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You woke up in cold sweat. A dream? You haven’t thought about it in a long time, maybe today’s events triggered it. You touched your face, you were crying. You wiped the tears away and rolled to the other side. The door was still slightly open, just as you asked. You tried going back to sleep but it was impossible after that. You sat up, thinking that this is the stupidest idea you came up with in years but he did say to come in if you needed anything. You slipped out of your bed and headed to the door. The apartment was dead silent. You quietly opened the door to his room and peaked inside. By the way his chest was rising you realized that he’s in deep slumber. You stood there in the doorway for a few minutes, feeling kind of guilty to wake him up. You slowly approached him and gently touched his hand that was poking out of the covers.

“Jongdae,” you whispered when suddenly his strong arms grabbed you and slammed you into the bed. He got on top of you his hands wrapping around your neck. You tried prying them off.

“Jongdae! It’s me!” you cried out. That seemed to snap him out of it.

“Y/N! Baby! I’m… I’m sorry… My reflexes kicked in… I thought I was being attacked… I-“ he said letting go of you.

“Why are you here? Did something happen?” he continued. “Were you crying?” he asked. You were surprised he could actually see your face in this darkness.

“Can you get off of me first?” he quickly rolled over to your side and looked at you with concern, waiting for your answer. Still surprised by his sudden outburst and making a mental note in your head to never try this again, you thought for a few seconds what you should tell him.

“I want to sleep with you.” his eyes widened at your statement as you quickly realized what you just blurted out.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” you softly punched him in the chest. “I meant, can I sleep in your bed?”

“What? Afraid of the darkness?” he laughed but you didn’t say anything.

“I’m just teasing you! Of course you can sleep here.” he said pulling you closer under the covers. Any other time you would have pushed him off but you needed somebody to hold you. This was too close though, your heart was about to burst out from beating this fast. You tried to move a little bit farther away but his grip was strong and you had to give up. You slowly put your head on his chest, his heartbeat was steady and you had to admit that just like before his presence calmed you down. You just lay there for at least half an hour. It seemed surreal that only a few months ago you would have rather died than stayed with him, yet look where this got you. Thinking that he has fallen asleep again you reached down for his hand and took it in yours.

“Thank you.” you whispered, after all if it wasn’t for him you would have never gotten out of the hell hole that was your parent’s home. You felt his lips curve up against your forehead. That sneaky bastard, pretending to be asleep, this is going to be so embarrassing in the morning. He intertwined your fingers with his.

“Stay with me, like this, forever.”


~ Part 5 ~

A/N: If Jongdae isn’t an actually sunshine then idk the Earth isn’t round 😂 I actually planned out the story and will probably finish it in the next 3-4 parts~

Write me another story

Write me a world where Love is to Love, not blood and quarreling and bitterness

Write me a world where a Godfather is worth more than an aunt who neither cares nor loves

Write a world with justice

Write me a world where someone stopped to listen to Sirius Black.

Write us a world where Mad-eye stood up for Sirius’ chance to defend himself because “it doesn’t matter how it looks, dammit, vigilance goes both ways, you watch your back against the people you fight with but you watch their backs too” where Minerva trusted her gut “I don’t know, Albus, remember those boys…” where Dumbledore used his political clout and paid attention and made a difference

Write me a world where there was time in the rejoicing of the aftermath of Voldemort’s defeat to stop and, not recoiling in horror from betrayal and murder and a decimated corpse, locking it up and throwing away the key, to take it and examine it and think for a second before destroying another life

Write me a world where a young man, terrified and heartbroken and completely lost, is handed a new world and a tiny human life as he walks out of Ministry security

Write me a world where a one-year-old laughs for the first time in a week when he sees his godfather, who comes for dinner every thursday night and throws him highest in the air - even higher than daddy - where is daddy - begins to whimper then laughs again when Sirius picks him out of Minerva’s arms

Write me a Deep Magic written into a stronger, stranger, older bond than DNA, a Dumbledore who sits his old pupil down in his office (with Snape - eyes red and face haggard - and Minerva and Flitwick standing behind) and sits down between them on the desk this child who wraps one tiny chubby hand around one of each of their fingers and grips tight; A Dumbledore who explains as best he can to an exhausted starving 21-year-old “Sirius, Harry’s mother gave her life for son… you are his Godfather and the one they both loved the most, will you love Harry like they did, will you protect him? Because I believe -” And a Sirius Black who cannot shut up (Sirius Black never could shut up), who blurts “YES yes of course please Dumbledore let me look after him, he’s mine now, its my job - I’m sorry I should have - my fault, it’s my (Minerva steps forward and lifts a hand towards his shoulder - he cannot stop saying my fault since it happened) - and, when Harry starts to whine again at the distress in his voice - “dear Merlin he’s soaking why has no-one changed him yet, I’m sorry, lil’ man -” (and Minerva lets the hand fall).

Write me a new visitor at the Weasleys’ that night, because “really, Sirius, you can’t keep him there now the place is freezing and trust me dearie I’ve got seven already one more bottle won’t make a difference now go and have a shower and NO I won’t hear of it you are STAYING THE NIGHT now look Bill dear, yes, he’s Harry, you’re right, no, a bit younger than Ron, I think, that’s right Sirius dear isn’t it, he’s…” but Sirius has already gone for a shower and the hot water rushes down his back like pure relief that finally, finally, here’s something like normality and finally, finally, he lets himself cry for his best friends, for his brother, for one more orphan in the world.

Write me a broken man with red eyes and a child who is only happy because he doesn’t understand, but a boiled egg is the best thing either of them could have possibly seen on that night.

Write me a Remus who appears in the middle of the chaos which is egg-and-soldiers-night at the Weasleys’ with a bang that sends the children shrieking and grabs his friend and hugs him tight “damn you damnyoudamnyoutohell Black don’t you ever ever do that to me again where’s Harry” and they both break down again and Molly scolds him for swearing and makes them a cup of tea and Arthur chases the children up to bed and they all sit down in the living room and take stock of this new world and try to tell themselves that now the children will grow up safe, that this is what Prongs and Lily were fighting for.

Write me a Minerva who goes to the Potters’ - and a Hagrid who absolutely insists on ‘helping her’ - and extracts what she can from the rubble and grim-facedly leaved the rest with the wizards who’ve come to begin the clearout and they bring Harry’s cot and blanket (miraculously, somehow, only just a little singed) to the Weasleys’ that very night. Write me a Sirius Black who holds a cup of tea (he never somehow found it in himself to tell Molly he really doesn’t care for tea) tight between his hands and begins to realise slowly (and it will be a slow, slow realisation, but eventually he will get there) that he’s not alone. Write me a Sirius who is exhausted and lost and angry and scared and sad and a room a little too full up of friends and family, and write me hope.

Write me a Harry who smiles a big grin full of exactly three teeth at Kreacher and a Sirius who swallows hard and resolves that this joyful little person won’t grow up in a house full of hate like he did. Write me a master and house-elf who gradually gradually learn to tolerate each other, over many years and with many a bitten-back word.

Write me a Remus who comes over most nights and spends periods living with his friend and their boy, who helps, with Kreacher a bit (he knows what it’s like to be ignored and marginalized and shunned and if Kreacher knew what Remus really was who knows what he’d say, but there’s something between them nonetheless), with Harry more (here, Padfoot, let me read to him - oh Moony thank Merlin I swear one more time through ‘Percy and his bloody purple wand’ and I’ll” - “ok, shh, give him here, come on Harry-my-lad…” ) and with Sirius a lot. Write me friends who help each other heal, and get used to Muggles confusing them for a couple with a son, and the varied reactions and bizarre questions that entails, and when Remus’ mother finally quietly passes away, he moves in for real. Write me a Remus who insists that he cannot take his friend’s charity, and even with all James’ money in trust for Harry and for Sirius as his guardian and all the Black family fortune going to waste will not be convinced until Sirius reaches out and takes his friend’s hand in both of his and says Remus I need you here - and Remus scoffed because Sirius was always such a drama queen and it’s been long enough now that they can joke about this - but at the same time, it’s not quite a joke, and Remus doesn’t suggest leaving after that.

Write me every Sunday lunch at the Weasleys and Harry round to be babysat whenever Sirius has something to take care of or needs time to himself, and Molly trying to teach Sirius how to change a nappy and realising it’s completely unnecessary because who really thinks Lily Potter would have had Sirius hanging about in her house twice a week hyping up her boy and not making himself useful in the slightest, of course he’d have learnt how to change a nappy.

Write me a Minerva who comes by frequently and has Harry to tea at Hogwarts every so often when he gets a bit older, for James and Lily’s sake and to check that young Black isn’t raising too much of a ragamuffin - and for the most part, she and Molly and Remus between them manage a healthy level of manners in a fairly ordinary 6,8,11-year-old boy.

Write me a Harry and Ron who grow up together, an extra slim (but never skinny) dark-haired, pale (but never unhealthily so) brother to an unruly pack of seven, an overgrown garden to race toy brooms in, gnomes to be bitten by and a mother to scold all her children indiscriminately.

Write me a Sirius who comes to collect his godson in time to stay for tea and Molly who says “look there now Sirius!” and Sirius looks out and sees his boy - easy to spot out of among the five gingers fighting over a broom - break away from the group and jump and swing the old cleansweep under him before he hits the ground and zoom away around the treetops laughing “no hands Fred you gnome-end-sucker!” and Sirius feels something sharp clench in his heart because he looks so like James (and James is never ever going to do that stupid move ever again) so it’s grief, fresh as the first month, but also he is six, how can he already do that jump thing? so it’s also pride and, scariest of all he is six, that language - and he finds there are tears streaming down his cheeks and he can’t speak too well and Molly just sits him down and gives another of her interminable cups of tea (he doesn’t mind them so much now) and pats him on the shoulder, and he glances up and sees that there are tears in the corners of her eyes, too. But he drinks the tea and it passes and by the time the children come in complaining about something and clamouring for cake there’s no sign of anything amiss.

Write me a Harry who grows up with a godfather who makes mistakes, who cries and shakes some nights with flashbacks that overtake him, who never had good parents of his own and isn’t too sure what they look like exactly, but damned if he won’t do all that he can for his friend’s boy - and not even his friends’ boy, either, his boy, his Harry, because really, in the end, what is a godson but a son by another name, and what is blood but love? Write me a Harry who grew up with stories of his parents from anyone who would tell them, pictures around the house (Sirius wonders whether to black Peter out of them, but this house has had enough blacked-out faces, and that was the best part of his life, after all) and no real family, but plenty enough friends to be getting on with.

Write me parties at Christmas with the old Order and their children because if there’s one season Sirius will make an effort for its Christmas and Grimmuld Place is the best venue for things like this. Write me a house too big for just two lads, but more often than not it’s three, (eventually permanently three) and sometimes more, (Hagrid fills up a room himself, every so often in the holidays) and Sirius is never ever used to how much noise and life one 9-year-old boy can instill in the gloomiest of houses, and surely he never had this much energy? (On reflection, yes, he did, definitely, probably more).

Write me a Dumbledore who watches and waits and prays - very un-wizardly habit, that, but he always had his eccentricities - and hopes. He hopes he is right and he hopes against hope that it will never be necessary to test his theories and Voldemort will never return and he hopes that nothing will change. He hopes that he was right to make the choices he did. But when Harry arrives at Hogwarts at the age of 11, healthy and happy and loved, with someone to hug him goodbye at the station and a friend to sit with on the carriage already and a “yes!” fistpump when the hat shouts “GRYFFINDOR!” which - though he will never ever know it, who is to tell him? - is exactly the same gesture his father made when he received the same sorting twenty years ago - when he sits down with a little bit of overawed wonder in the green eyes, which is exactly how his mother looked, and waves to Hagrid, and turns to speak to the bushy-brown-haired girl next to him because she looks even more scared than he feels and Remus told him he should look for someone who looks like that and say hello, and starts to tell her what he plans to write home to his godfather about, and what will she write to her parents, he knows they’ll be so excited to hear about all of this I mean LOOK at it, look at Hogwarts, isn’t this GREAT? (and the very tense Muggle-born girl is relaxed enough to listen to someone else for the first time since Neville introduced himself on the train) - Dumbledore smiles. He won’t know how his choices pan out, and he won’t know what the future holds - but right now (and Minerva, watching the Sorting but with a smile to spare for her young Harry James, so grown up, agrees) it seems like the best that could have been.

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Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Take a Break

A/N: It’s March break finally! So, since I finally have the time, here’s a little fic I thought of while at school one day.

Word Count: 1, 942

Warnings: Just swearing.

Genre: Angst and Fluff. My faves

Your POV

I got into this relationship knowing the consequences of his work. He’d have times where he was busy, and didn’t have time to spend with me. I understood that, so whenever those times came, I stepped away and was there for him. I kept my mouth shut and I dealt with it until he finally had time. It’s just what I did as a supportive girlfriend. Every. Time. 

This time was different though. Usually these spurts of working last about a week, two at the most. This time around it lasted a bit more over a month. I love Dan, and I know he needs to work but as selfish as it sounds, I did want attention, and love. All I wanted to do was cuddle up next to him but this time around he didn’t even let me do that. I knew he was stressed, but it started to take a toll on our relationship. Most nights I would go to sleep alone, then wake up alone. Pretty much my whole day was me being alone. I tried to pull Dan away from his work so he can take a break but him being the perfectionist he is, he kept working anyway. It got to the point where he’d ignore the things I was saying because he was too focused on his work. I kept biting my tongue until now. But I finally snapped when he started acting rude to me. 

I was sitting in his office, obviously, he was working on the computer. I was scrolling through my phone, and I looked up at him every few minutes. His eyes were glued to the screen as per usual. I let out a loud sigh and walked over to his chair, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. 

“Dan, take a break honey. You’ve been working too hard.” I kissed his cheek and stared up into his eyes, which were still glued to the screen. 

“You tell me this every day, and every day I say I still need to work. Leave me alone, Y/N. I’m busy.” He rolled his shoulder back, pushing my arm off his shoulder.  

I scoff, walking towards the door, “Because I totally couldn’t tell you’re busy Daniel.” I heard a loud sigh come from behind me, and I turned in the doorframe, crossing my arms and staring at Dan. 

“What’s wrong?” Dan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I don’t know Dan. You tell me.”

“Love, I don’t know-”

“Oh don’t you dare call me love. You barely paid any attention to me these past few weeks…this past month!” I finally had enough with his shit. I gesticulated to emphasize how angry I was.  

“It’s because I’ve been working Y/N! You know, that thing that people have to get money.” Dan replied sarcastically, getting up from his chair. I walked towards him, trying to seem intimidating but his height compared to mine beat me every time.

“I am fully aware of that, Daniel. But you don’t have to be working 24/7! I try to spend time with you but you brush me off! You don’t even come to bed anymore!” I could feel my face heat up out of frustration. I felt tears sting my eyes but I pushed them back, I needed to be strong. 

“I’m busy, what don’t you get about that?” Dan’s voice got louder. 

“I do understand it Daniel. You know why? Because I deal with it every time you are ‘busy’. I normally keep my mouth shut but god have I had enough. Do you even want me here anymore? I feel like I’m just a burden to you now!” I stared into Dan’s eyes to see some sort of reaction. His facial expression softens for a second, and he mumbles something incoherently.  

“Hm?” I moved closer to Dan, who was staring at the ground. I touched his arm but he pulled it away. 

“Leave then!” Dan yelled, backing away from me. I stared at him in shock, and saw the instant regret on his face. 

“Okay.” I mumbled quietly, walking backwards still staring at Dan. Did he stop loving me? I felt the tears threatening to spill again but I kept trying to push them back. His facials expression softened, and he took a step towards me. 

“I am so sorry baby; I didn’t mean it please don’t leave.” Dan’s voice cracked. He reached his hand for me but I backed away. “Please don’t leave me.” Before I could give into Dan’s plea, I turned around to grab my phone off the side table, and headed down the stairs to the front door of our flat. I heard Dan mumbling apologies as he followed me down the stairs, but I ignored them. 

I got to the front door, sliding on my shoes and throwing my coat on when Dan stopped me again. 

“No no no, I didn’t mean it love, I didn’t mean it, please stay.” I finally looked up at Dan and saw tears running down his face. He choked back a sob when I took another step away from him.

“Dan I-" 

"I know I’m terribly sorry please don’t leave me.” Dan sobbed, grabbing my arm and pulling me into an embrace. He held me tight, like he never wanted to let go again. I was reluctant to hug back, but decided to stay strong. I kept my arms by my side as I felt tears hit the top of my head. When I finally had enough, I pushed him away and Dan started crying more. 

“I know I fucked up, lov- Y/N,” Dan paused, remembering that I told him not to call me love earlier, “but please don’t leave. I need you, and I love you. I know I’m a terrible boyfriend but I promi-" 

I finally gave into Dan; I couldn’t take seeing him like this. So, I rested my hand on his cheek. He instantly leaned into my touch, as I wiped away some of his tears. He pulled his hand up, and rested it on mine.

"I just need air, okay Dan? I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I said, giving him a soft smile. Seeing Dan like this broke my heart, and I loved him too much and it hurt me seeing like this. After trying to be strong for so long, I let a few tears drop. I heard Dan hold back another sob, taking his hand away from mine and backing away like he was scared he’d hurt me even more. I could tell Dan felt guilty for saying it, I saw it in his eyes that it hurt him to know that he caused this. I gave another reassuring smile, then turned to open the door. 

I started walking down the stairs of the complex. When I got to the bottom, I heard stumbling from above me, and somebody mumble a soft “ow”. I turned around to see Dan struggling to get his coat on as he runs down the stairs. When he got to the bottom I stared at him with a confused look on my face.

“Um…Dan, what are you doing?”  

“Coming with you.” Dan simply stated. He walked passed me, and opened the door, gesturing for me to walk out first. I walked out, still confused about what he was doing. I walked out into the cold London streets, and looked around before turning back to Dan.

“Dan, when I said I needed air, I meant alone.” I emphasized my last word, but I knew Dan was too stubborn to go back into our flat.  

“I know. But I would be an even more terrible boyfriend if I just let you be alone. I promise I won’t talk if you want silence.” Dan gave me his infamous smirk, and shrugged his shoulders. I rolled my eyes at him, chuckling at his crazy antics, then grabbed his hand. We walked in silence through the cold, busy streets to calm down and think about what just happened. After 10 minutes of walking around in silence, our hands still intertwined, I decided to go into a Starbucks to warm up. 

“Go take a seat, I’ll order for you.” Dan said, letting go of my hand and pointing towards some seats. I walked away, taking a seat as I watched Dan take our orders. Even after a fight, he was still a sweetheart.  He kept looking back at me every few minutes, as if to make sure I was okay. Which, at this point I was. The moment Dan followed me out the door I forgave him for mostly everything. I just wanted to hear him explain why he said what he did. He walked over to our table, our drinks in hand and he gently places them down. He takes the seat across from me, and takes a sip and places his drink down. I was staring at the floor for a while, deep in thought. I looked up to Dan and saw him staring back at me with admiration. 

“What?” I chuckled. He smiled down at the ground, then looked up to me again with a soft look. 

“I thought I was gonna lose you to be honest.” Dan softly said, looked out the window of the Starbucks, staring into the streets. Dan turned back to me, and grabbed my hand from across the table. 

“Well you did tell me to leave.” I laughed coldly. It was true, I had to state the obvious. He shot me an apologetic look, and squeezed my hand. 

“I didn’t mean to. I was stressed, and frustrated. More with myself than you. It’s just-” he readjusts himself in his seat, so he’s leaning closer to me. “I couldn’t believe I made you feel like a burden, and that you thought I didn’t love you anymore. I don’t know what came over me and it was inexcusable what I said to you. But what you should know is that I would never actually mean to say that." 

I gave him a smile, furrowing my eyebrows when I did. "It’s okay Dan." 

"But it’s not okay, Y/N. I’ve treated you terribly these past few weeks and it’s not okay.” Dan let go of my hand and stared at the ground like it was the most interesting thing ever. Knowing Dan, he was probably overthinking this, thinking that at some point I would actually leave him. I didn’t know what to say so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I love you too, Dan.”

“What?” Dan looked up at me again, chuckling a bit at my random outburst.

“I don’t know.” I laughed. “I felt weird not saying it back in our flat. I just want you to know that I love you too.”

Dan laughed at me, shaking his head. However, he got serious quickly again. “I don’t know how to make it up to you, love." 

"As cheesy and cliché as this sounds, you already did when you walked out that flat with me. You being here now is enough.” Dan smiled at me, staring into my eyes before opening his mouth then closing it again. “What is it honey?” I squeezed his hand. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. 

I laughed at his question. Did he need to ask? “Why are you asking?" 

"I’m not sure if you wanted me to after what happened.” Dan shrugged. 

I laughed more shaking my head. I let go of his hand, and leaned over the table to give him a soft, loving kiss. He grabbed my cheeks, and gently kissed back.

A/N: Honestly didn’t know how to finish it so I sort of just left it there.

Falling

Originally posted by fiveguysfiction

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 922

A/N: I’m baaaaaack!!! This was requested but the cutest most imaginative anon ever oml sorry but this is goals to me, why can’t I have a sappy boyfriend.

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I feel the blankets fall from my body, bringing goosebumps over my exposed skin. I rub my eyes before reaching down and lifting the heavy blankets back onto the bed. I fling half the blanket on the top of Shawn’s half-naked body, turning to face him as I rest my head on my pillow. I stare up at his face, lit up by the moonlight shining through the open curtain. I lift a hand up to his face, slightly brushing my fingers along his sharp jawline. He shuffles around before turning on his side to face me, still in a heavy sleep. I continue to let my hands subtly explore his face, gazing at him in adoration. I cup his face in both of my hands and run my thumbs over his eyebrows before gliding them across the rest of his skin until I reach his jawline again. He scrunches up his face before slowly blinking his eyes open slightly. He lifts his head up to look at the clock that’s behind me before dropping his head back on his pillow. “Y/N… it’s the middle of the night, what are you doing?” He says huskily.

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