Extended Preference #1

-Morning Texts-


I always woke up with a smile on my face as my phone buzzed across the room. I would just read his messages, not responding just laughing at his distresses.


Patience is a virtue that Jack didn’t have. My sleep was too deep to be disturbed by my ringing phone. Which concluded him coming over and wake you up with kisses.


He was cheesy in the mornings. You always woke up with a massive smiles and rushing to his house immediately just to give him a big kiss.


He was annoying at dawn. He wouldn’t leave you only, the constant texts and phone calls, but you wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world.

Jack Harries Imagine - Can't You Love Me

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Taking requests here x 

Imagine, you were going out to dinner with your best friend Jack but it was pouring rain when he picked you up. You stepped out of your flat covering your head with your bag. You saw Jack inside the car waving wildly for you to hurry with a giant smile on his face. You ran giggling into the car; when you made it Jack wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight.

“Jack I’m all wet, no stop,” you laughed as he pulled back and wagged his eyebrows at you. You hit his arm in disbelief. 

“You said it babe,” he got the car out of park and drove away proud of himself.


“(Y/N),” your heart fluttered when he said your name.

“Where are we going,”

“Oh right! Change of plans, it’s raining so I figured we could have a movie night at my house?”

“Okay,” you smiled to yourself.

When you guys arrived, Jack came around to your side and held open the door for you, doing his best to cover you from the rain. All he really did was make you blush, he had an arm around your waist and he tried covering your head with his jacket.

You guys settled into his living room, cuddling into blankets and watching a chick flick which Jack wouldn’t admit he enjoyed.

You looked up at him when one of the characters died and he had a tear trailing down his face. He got emotional very easily and you looked at his foggy green eyes. Your eyes looked over every detail of his face. He was a handsome guy, but what made him so special was his emotions and words. When he got worked up about something he spoke with passion and his entire demeanor changed, convincing you only with his stance. Now, he was lounging on a sofa watching a chick flick but he made you want to cry with him. You liked Jack, a lot more than you should for best friends but you were so scared of rejection you kept it held in. That’s what made your next action so surprising.

“Jack,” you whispered. He looked down at you with tears up to the rim of his eyes. You melted in your seat and caressed his cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Yeh, I get into the movie,” he laughed lightly.

“Well, can we talk for a bit?” 

“Of course, what’s on your mind?” Jack sat up facing you.

“Well, I just feel like I need to share something with you. You don’t even need to respond to it, but I just need to get it off my chest.” You looked down at your hands and took a deep breath.

“(Y/N) did I do something to upset you?” Jack took hold of one of your hands and when you looked up his features scrunched up in worry.

“No! It’s actually nothing of the sort, I have feelings for you and I don’t know when they started but they’re stronger than I should feel for my best friend and I feel guilty because well, you’re my best friend, you’re the person I told everything to and now this was pent up inside me. Well, I just wanted to tell you.”

Jack stared at you pensively. You could see his thoughts running a mile a minute trying to figure out what to say next.

“(Y/N)” Jack sighed rubbing his forehead. And there, in that moment you knew you made a huge mistake. You felt your words crumbling around you. But, in that moment you couldn’t take it back and now you were just ready for the pity speech.

You’re not quite sure what Jack said to you after he took one of your hands. But you do remember crying, a lot. At some point you heard him say ‘it’s for our friendship (Y/N). Please don’t cry, I do love you but not in that way. You deserve much better.’ You knew he only said that in consideration of your feelings so you just smiled and nodded. When Jack released your hand you slumped in your seat. You wiped away your tears and smiled weakly at him. 

Jack reached to give you a hug but you moved away. You hated seeing him sad, but right now talking was the only contact you could handle.(Barely.)

“(Y/N) if you want to go home, I’ll drive you. But, it’s 11 already, you can just stay over and we can have breakfast in the morning?” He smiled tentatively at you.

“Jack I really don’t want to bother you, I can walk home.”

“(Y/N) no don’t say that. You’re never a bother, never.” Jack looked into your eyes before speaking again, “I’ll drive you home tomorrow after breakfast, I’ll go fix up the guest room.” Jack leaned over as to give you kissed on the cheek but stopped when you flinched. He pulled back and dismissed himself to go get the room ready for you.

After going to the bathroom you walked to the guest room. You met him in the doorway and you both stood there awkwardly.

“I left one of my shirts and boxers on the bed for you to sleep.”

“Thank you,” you looked around.

“Well I’m going to bed, sweet dreams.” Jack forced a smile and walked off.

You went inside the room and gently took the clothes set on the bed, putting it on one of the dressers. You sat on the bed with your knees to your chest trying to eliminate the pain. You felt the hollow spot in your heart aching, you probably lost your best friend for good now.

You didn’t know what to do to fix anything so you cried, at first quietly but after a while your whimpers turned to sobs. You heard footsteps down the hallway so you wiped your face and bit your lip holding back the sounds.

Finn opened the door.

“Hi,” you whispered smiling slightly.

“Hi, can I come in?” 

“Surely.” Finn came in and sat next to you on the bed.

“So,” you trailed off looking up at him. He brought a hand up to your face stroking your cheek. You closed your eyes holding in the tears, you felt so worthless. 

Finn spoke softly to you,”Jack told me what happened.”

“Oh god,” you mumbled covering your face now.

“No no! (Y/N) I came to check on you. I knew already.” You looked up at him confused. “You always gave him this look. I kept an eye on you two, but I figured he felt the same way about you.” You sucked in a breath. “Would I be pushing it if I asked to talk to you about something.”

You shook your head and brought your knees to your chest, resting your arms and head on them looking at Finn..

“Well I really like this girl, she’s really funny and sweet.” Finn waited for your approval to go on. “I love seeing her even if it hurts when I see her cry.” Finn wiped away a tear from your cheek. 

“What’s the problem Finny she sounds amazing, you should ask her out?” 

“You see I would, I’ve wanted to since I met her. But, tonight my guess was proven correct. My dream girl loves my brother.” Finn bit his lip looking into your eyes, waiting.

“She’s not worth it if she can’t see what you’re worth.”

“But, she is. People are usually blinded by how outspoken Jack is, he always gets the most attention. Whereas I sit back quietly, I don’t like to get in the middle of things.”

“You should speak up more Finny.”

“You’re right, I really like you (Y/N), and I’d really like to talk more than we do now.”

For the second time tonight your actions were going to surprise you. 

You leaned in and kissed Finn. When you pulled back he was looking into your eyes confused, you spoke softly “I may have had feelings for the wrong twin.” Finn smiled and kissed you again cupping your cheek and holding your waist with the other. 

“You shouldn’t sleep in that, it’s not comfortable.” Finn looked at your clothes. “Didn’t Jack give you clothes?”

“I didn’t want to put them on.” Finn looked at you strangely.

“Would you wear mine?” Finn’s hand still cupped your cheek giving you butterflies when he spoke so close to your face. You nodded looking up at him. He released you, but instead of walking to his room he just got up.

Finn pulled his shirt over his head allowing you trail your eyes down his body. When his shirt was off he grinned cheekily at you.

“Here you go babe,” Finn handed the shirt to you. You walked to the bathroom to change. When you came out you tried to pull it down over your thighs but failed. Finn was lying back on the bed, he winked at you when you walked out.



“I like how it looks on you.”

“I like how it suits me better.” You smiled at Finn and he pulled you onto the bed with him.

“Should I leave?” Finn looked down at you resting on his chest.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” Finns eyes lit up and he held you a bit tighter now.

“Of course babe,” Finn kissed your forehead and you fell asleep with your head tucked into the crook of his neck where you fit perfectly.


The next morning you woke up and walked downstairs dressed. When you got to the kitchen both Jack and Finn were standing there staring at you.

“Hi.” You stuttered awkwardly and looked down. 

“Good morning beautiful,” the twins spoke synchronized.

You all laughed a bit, but soon after it became quiet again.

“Come on (Y/N) set the table with me.” Finn came to you kissing your cheek and pulling you out of the kitchen. You were smiling but when you were walking out of the doorway you looked back and caught Jack’s stare. Jack nodded approvingly, but something was off. 

When you got out of the kitchen Finn grabbed you by the waist and pressed you up against the wall kissing you deeply. You put your fingers in his hair, delving into the passion Finn reciprocated. When you pulled back Finn smiled happily down at you, kissing you all over your face and then down your neck.

“Finn!” You giggled loudly but he continued. When he reached your collarbone he kissed it one last time before taking you by the hand to set the table smiling back at you on the way.


(Jack’s P.O.V.)

She walked out the door but I met her glance for a second. In that second I could have asked her to stop, I could have asked her to pick me but I couldn’t. I didn’t have it in me to ruin her happiness.

When Finn asked me to help him with getting (Y/N) I nearly said no, only because of my personal feelings towards her, but then I remembered how more often than not Finn is a better boyfriend and how Finn spoke about her. I couldn’t break my brother and my best friend’s heart so I had to agree. Finn knew, and I know he knew but I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

Now when she walked out the door, I don’t know if I lost a best friend or true love, but either way I felt my heart crumbling in my chest. Last night when she rejected my touch, every time a part of me fell to pieces. 

“Finn!” (Y/N)’s voice rang in the house, her laughter filling me but breaking me all at the same time because it wasn’t my name anymore, and I wasn’t the reason for her laugh.

At least they’re happy.

One-Shot Request for Laura

Hiii!! I’m Laura, I was wondering if you could make one where I am into bamds and tv fandoms or other stuff and that I always am saying stuff like “he’s soo hot!” And Finn gets jealous????

It was Tuesday night, mid-August, and the unusual, stifling heat made sleep impossible. Finn, my boyfriend, and I had plopped ourselves down on the sofa in our living room with two fans, a tub of rapidly-melting ice cream, and our laptops. For the past hour and a half, I had been wandering through Tumblr while Finn worked on his website.

“YES!” I suddenly shrieked.

“HOLY SHIT!” Finn yelled, startled. “Why did you have to do that?!”

“Sherlock’s coming back!” I bounced up and down with excitement.

“That’s all?” Finn groaned, looking back down at his laptop.

“Well aren’t you bursting with joy?” I said sarcastically, nudging Finn’s foot with my own.

“Laura, it’s a TV show,” Finn sighed impatiently. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“It is not just a TV show. Every single episode is a work of art, every second is scrutinized until it is perfect…”

“I didn’t think you would be able to see that much,” Finn said. “You’re usually only going on about Bene-what’s-his-face.”

“Benedict,” I corrected. “His name is Benedict Cumberbatch.”

“Sounds like a porn star,” Finn mumbled under his breath.

“Oh, what an original insult,” I said. “Come on, you can’t deny that he’s pretty much perfect. His eyes, his voice…”

I sighed dreamily, simply to annoy Finn. He hated it when I talked about famous people, especially ones that were generally considered “attractive”. A part of me knew I was being cruel by intentionally pissing him off, but another, slightly larger part of me kind of liked seeing him get all upset and defensive. I watched him try his hardest to ignore my taunting, but he couldn’t.

“He’s, like, 40!”

“He’s only,” I paused to think. “Thirty-seven.”

Finn laughed triumphantly.

“Well maybe I like older men,” I said, turning back to my laptop. I peeked over the screen once to see Finn glaring at me. “What?”

“Why do you always do that?” he said quietly. He looked genuinely hurt, but I tried not to notice.

“Do what?” I asked innocently.

“Talk about celebrities like they’re some hierarchy, as if they’re completely flawless and the only ones who really have any importance,” Finn went on. And then, barely audible, he added, “As if you love them more than me.”

I felt a little guilty now. Finn had gone back to typing away on his laptop, but he looked like he wanted to cry. I put my own computer on the ground and crawled forward. Finn looked up at me questioningly as I took his laptop and put it down next to mine. Then I climbed onto his lap and took his beautiful face in my hands.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured. Finn watched me for an agonizing few seconds.

“It’s okay,” he finally said.

“No, it’s not,” I said. “Finn, no celebrity could ever mean as much to me as you do. I love you, Finn. I love you.”

I leaned forward and placed my lips on his in a short, sweet kiss. Then I trailed my lips up his cheek to his temple, down his jaw, to the spot just behind his ear, all the while curling my fingers in his soft hair.

“Laura…” he groaned.

“I love you,” I whispered in his ear. And then, because I couldn’t help myself, “But did you see the latest One Direction photo-shoot? So sexy.”

In a split-second, Finn shoved me off of him and rolled off the sofa. I sat back on my heels and watched in shock as he stormed down the hall and into the bedroom, never once looking back. I jumped slightly when he slammed the door.

Shit. I definitely had taken it way, way too far. My shoulders slouched and I let out a small, involuntary whimper, as I had no idea what to do. To be honest, I was a little scared of how Finn would react if I went in there right now. It wouldn’t be the first time he had yelled at me. But I also knew that I shouldn’t leave an apology too long.

I decided to give him five minutes to calm down. When that was up, I took a deep breath and hauled myself off the sofa. I padded slowly across the hardwood floor, down the hall and to the door of the bedroom we had shared for the past six months.

I raised my hand hesitantly and knocked twice. There was no answer.

“Finn?” I called out gently. He still didn’t reply.

I cracked open the door just enough to poke my head around. Finn was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, his back facing me and his head in his hands. Another wave of guilt washed through me. I moved further into our room, stopping about a metre away from the bed.

“Finn?” I said again. Finn jumped up and whirled around, anger written across his face.


“I—” My words caught in my throat, and I was left standing there like an idiot.

“What, Laura, spit it out!”

“I’m sorry,” I stuttered, but the words seemed meaningless now.

In a flash, Finn scrambled over the bed and grabbed my shoulders, backing me up into the wall. It didn’t hurt, but I still winced in shock.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry?” Finn snarled. Suddenly, I felt his lips on my jaw, my neck, my shoulders. “Laura, what…the fuck…do I have to do…to prove myself…to you?”

His words came in between his rough, wet kisses that he placed all over my neck and face.

“Nothing,” I replied breathlessly. “You don’t have to do anything. You don’t have to prove yourself. You’re perfect, Finn.”

“It sure doesn’t…seem that way…when you talk about…other guys,” Finn continued. I felt like my knees were about to buckle, but he held my waist with his strong hands.

Suddenly, his lips left my skin and he looked into my eyes.

“Laura, I love you like I’ve never loved anyone before, but I’m constantly scared you’re going to find someone else, someone better. Every time we’re around other people I look at them and wonder if they could take you right out from under me. Hell, I’ve even become wary of Jack.”

I wanted to laugh at the thought of having Jack as a boyfriend, but the genuine worry on Finn’s face stopped me.

“I’m not leaving you, Finn,” I said, putting all my love into every single word. “What do I have to do to prove that?”

We gazed at each other in silence for a few moments, before Finn whispered huskily, “Kiss me.”

Without hesitation, I pulled my boyfriend close and kissed him passionately.

A/N: I’m so, so sorry it took me so long to write this. I’ve had major writer’s block for the last few days as well as a severe lack of motivation. I hope you like this one, though! Please send feedback and like/reblog/follow! Love, Naomi xx

You forgot?

You wake up really early this morning, excitement fills your body as you remember what day is it, it’s finally your birthday!  You turn around to look at your boyfriend Finn ,you’ve been dating for 4 years now and you couldn’t be happier,  but you find an empty place.  You let yourself smile thinking that he probably will be making a special birthday breakfast.  You bounce out of bed to find your boy, but you get a huge disappointment when you find him sittong on the kitchen table crunching his cereal and playing with his Iphone. You stare at him for a few minutes and he just turns to you and says:

“Hi honey, good morning”

You try giving him a chance and you say: “Can you remind me the date Finnie?”

“Offcourse! It’s (Y/B-Day)” he says carelessly

“Aaaaaand?????” You say trying to give him a hint

“It’s Friday, if that’s what you mean” he says with a grin in his face “Oh and also, Caspar, Jack,  me and some of the guys are going to hang out later, you don’t care right? ”

You hold back the tears and try to hide the sadness, shock and disappointment of your face and you say “No, have fun I’m gonna take a shower and then I guess I’ll hang out with Zoe or something”

You turn around and give him you back when all of sudden he says “Hey! Y/N!” You feel your heart race and you instantly think that the whole thing was a joke and that he hadn’t forget about your birthday.
You turn around and he says “No good bye kiss?”

You feel the anger grow inside of you but you just play along and give him his stupid goodbye kiss.

You quickly go to the main bedroom and start getting your clothes for the day, from here you can here the door shut; which means that Jack has left the flat. That’s when the tears start to flow. You look at your phone and find out that you have tons of happy b-day texts and a couple of missing calls:

- Joe S: Happy B-Day!  Hope you enjoy xx

-Alfie D: what’s up! Oh wait I already know! It’s youuu biiiirthdayyy!! HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY!!x

-Marcus B: Heeellooo a Birthday greeting from Marky Butt-Butt xx

And the list of greeting goes on you keep answering all the texts with the classical “Thaanks!♡” or “Luv you thanks for remembering!  ;-)"  until your phone starts ringing you answer and you hear the voice of Zoe trying to kill the ‘Happy birthday’ song. When she stops she says:

"How’s your day?” And you cannot hide it and you say “Finn….” and the tears start flowing again

“What did that little wanker did?!” She says to you

“He… he forgot about my birthday” to say it out loud hurted more than what you tought it would be.

“If that asshole forgot and it’s not going to give you the best day ever;  I’m going to!” She says you chuckle a little bit and start wiping the tears away

“Really? ” you ask

“Yup, now get dressed!  I’ll be there in a half!” She says and hangs up

You pick up the clothes and think 'if he is with his friend I’ll be with mine!’


You return home with tons of bags you have bought a ton of stuff and somehow Zoe convinced you to buy tons of stuff you had bags full of Victoria’s Secret stuff (not only creams, if you know what I mean ;) ), a bunch of new dresses, skirts and blouses a few pairs of shoes and a few other stuff. It is around 7, and Finn must be at the flat already so she asks if she could enter the flat with you, so she could 'see little Finnegan’s face’ you say yes and go inside the building you two call the lift as you talked about how would Finn react and you are still talking nonstop while you open the door and then it happens:


All of your friends are here including the ones who Finn was going to meet earlier and obviously Finn is in the middle of all of them; your face turns into a smile as you let fall all the shopping bags to hug your boyfriend.

When you let him go you quickly turn to Zoe ,who’s standing now next to Alfie, and she starts nodding while smiling mischievously,  she knew all the time! You focus again on your boyfriend who’s giving you a stare that could melt a rock, you still don’t have a clue of what you did to deserve someone that looks at you in such a lovely way, you think.

He grabs your hand and leds you to the kitchen so you can talk without anybody around “Y/N! I’m so sorry I had to pretend to forget about your birthday it broke my heart to do that! I understand if you’re mad at me and…” you cut him with a kiss, it wasn’t a passionate one it was a sweet, loving kiss, that represents how grateful you are with him for surprising you.

He leans and presses his forehead to yours and cups your face with his hands he says “Happy Birthday Y/N, I love you”

You smile and say “I love you too”

Then he kisses tou again and you just can think of how far you’ve gone with this guy, four years of 'I love you’s", four years of cuddling, snogging and hugging and you feel like you were never going to get bored. He breaks the kiss only to whisper with that sexy voice of his:

“was that a Victoria’s Secret bag?”

Extended Preference #2

-How you kiss-

Theses preferences went so fucking well it has 91 notes so far! I actually spent a long time thinking it through, it gave me feels


His unexpected bursts of energy always surprised me. We would just be laying there out of energy then his kisses would bring me back to life.


His kisses would give me heart attacks, both from the sparks and his tricks. He always had a new trick every time.


His kisses were always filled with so much passion. He would hold you and lean towards you as if you were going to leave.


His silliness was the one thing you loved about his kisses. It would seem prefect until he got a better idea and fool around.

Forgotten - for Nicole

Here it is! I really hope you like it and thank you for requesting! :)

Requests are accepted for Jack, Finn, Caspar, Marcus, Alfie, Dan, Phil, Chris, and PJ! Before requesting, make sure you have some sort of story line or an idea to go with the person of your choice and your name. :)

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Finn Harries - The Nightmare

Combining two requests to make a story.

-Finn hate to love.

-Finn protecting you

A/N I hope the people who requested the above are okay with this, accepting requests here

Imagine you were going over your best friends Jacks house to hang out for a bit.  You knocked on the door and it swung open, unfortunately it was Finn. It’s not that you hated him, it’s just he was so disgusting. He flirted with everyone and you just didn’t like it when he was near you. 

“Hello beautiful,” Finn leaned forward and kissed you on the cheek.

“Hi,” you pursed your lips and walked in past him.

Finn shut the door and rested against it crossing his arms over his chest grinning at you. “You here to see me?”

“You always ask and always get the same response Finn,” you forced a tight lipped smile at him shrugging your shoulders.

“One day you’ll be screaming for me,” Finn winked at you but you turned away from him walking up the stairs to Jacks room.

 ”Jack I’m going out, I’ll be back later!” Finn shouted from the front door.

“Okay mate see you then! (Y/N) is coming over just so you know.”  You popped your head inside Jack’s room to which he laughed. “Oh never mind then, did Finn see you?” 

“Yeah,” you lifted your eyebrows looking away and plopping on Jacks bed. He was in his computer chair and rolled over to you.

“Why do you dislike my brother so much?” Jack spoke sadly.

“It’s not that I dislike him, it’s just his company isn’t my favorite.”

“(Y/N) you cringe as soon as your hear his voice.”

“It’s not like he ever says anything nice! He usually only hints at sex and the fangirls may like that but I don’t.” You took your shoes off and moved up on the bed to rest your back on the wall and stretch out your legs. You tilted your head back and closed your eyes breathing deeply.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah thanks, I’m just tired and it’s been a long day.” You yawned.

You were actually just tired of the world, someone had started following you on your way to Jack’s house and your mother complained you weren’t eating enough and called you anorexic, and your sister had been acting out again so you had to talk to her to no avail.

“Want to watch a movie?” Jack asked nudging your foot with his making you smile.

“Okay,” you grinned at him.

Jack helped you off the bed and you guys went to the lounge where you got out the blankets and he put in ‘Insidious’. Jack settled next to you slinging his arm around you and you cuddled into your best friends chest. Eventually you fell asleep from the amount of times you shut your eyes to miss a scary part.

You woke up slightly to Jack carrying you.

“Where are you taking me?” You mumbled looking around.

“Shh, you can sleep over I have to be somewhere really early tomorrow but I know you don’t so you can just wake up whenever and go on with your day. Finn will be here.”

You were going to object, but you were so tired you fell asleep cuddled to Jacks chest. You only felt him lie you onto his soft mattress before you slipped into pure bliss.

You fell asleep but you were in a horrid nightmare. The man was following you at first but after a while he ran after you so you ran home to your mother. You banged on the door and you tried to tell her what happened but all she did was look at you shaking her head solemnly. She was disappointed in you and soon your sister started yelling for you to go away. You tried to hold onto them knowing the guy was behind you, but it was too late, he grabbed you.

You woke up to hands shaking your shoulders, tears streaming down your face, and it was still dark out. 

When you snapped into consciousness you remembered you were at Jack’s house, it was 5 a.m. Jack had left at 4 and now Finn was leaning over the bed shaking you.

“(Y/N) are you okay?”

You remembered your dream and burst out crying, you felt so helpless. Finn sat next to you in the bed and pulled your head to his chest. Usually you wouldn’t let him even touch you, but you crumbled under his touch. You needed someone and Finn rubbed your back and ran his other hand through your hair.

You cried it out and sat up looking at Finn, he smiled sadly at you. 

“I’m sorry about that.” You whispered and looked down at your hands.

“Why should you be sorry?”

“You look exhausted, you were sleeping weren’t you? How did you know to wake me up?”

“I heard screaming, I didn’t know what was happening.”

“Sorry for waking you,” you looked up at him guiltily.

“No, (Y/N), it’s not a problem. What happened?” He reached out and took your hand tracing circles onto it. You let out a sigh and told him about your nightmare and everything that had been going on.

“You’re very strong, you’re a good person.” Finn squeezed your hand.

“I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this,” you took your hand from him and rubbed your face.

Finn softly whispered, “Why don’t you like me.” His voice cracked at the end of the sentence. You looked up at him and he was looking out the window.

“What do you mean?” He met your eyes and laughed darkly.

“You don’t have to lie, you always hate when I touch you. Even more when I talk.” Your stomach dropped, he looked so hurt, broken.

“Finn I didn’t want to hurt you, it’s just you’re always flirting with girls and I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

“Why? Because I would tell Jack?” Finn scrunched up his face and glared at you now.

“No, Finn do you think I like Jack? Because I don’t. He’s my best friend but that’s about it.”

“Then why are you always here? Why were you cuddling with him last night?”

“I have no one else Finn. I have no where to go..” you trailed off guiltily staring at your hands. He touched your shoulder but now you didn’t flinch, you looked up at him.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I just get jealous okay. If you ever needed a cuddle you could asked me.”

 You looked away now and smiled darkly expecting this.

“What?” Finn asked. “Oh and about earlier, I don’t flirt with everyone.”

“Yes you do.”

“No, I flirt with people kidding around. But I hope you realize when I flirt with a certain person it’s because I actually like them.” Finn stared into your eyes.

“And who would that be while we’re spilling?” You raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“You.” You looked at Finn’s lips, then his eyes again. The smirk had fallen from your face and you stared at him wide-eyed. While you stared at him you experienced something different. You should have a laughed, but he looked too genuine to be kidding. You knew Finn was a flirt, but you also knew he wouldn’t lie about something like this. You only felt butterflies though and your face heated up.

“Are you not going to say anything?” Finn laughed and scratched the back of his head. 

“I don’t know what to say..” You whispered.

“Okay well I’ll let that sink in, I’m going back to bed.” Finn stood up and walked off but before he reached the door you yelled out, “Wait! I’m scared to be alone.” He turned around and extended his hand. 

“Come on then, you can sleep with me.”

You thought it over for a bit but stood up and took his hand meekly looking up at him. “Thank you.”

“Anytime sweetheart,” he led you to his room where you climbed into bed after him. You lied down looking up at the ceiling, making a decision.

“Finn,” you spoke looking over to his figure in the darkness.

“Yes (Y/N),” Finn looked at you.

“I might have thought of you wrong all along.” 

“Does that mean I have a shot?” You saw his half-smile even in the dark.

“Yes,” you giggled a bit at his cheesiness. He turned his body towards you in bed.

“Do I get a proper thank you for protecting you?” He leaned in smirking.

“If you’d like,” you blushed a bit looking up at him. He smiled down at you and pressed his lips to yours. Heat radiated your body and you both smiled into the kiss before pulling back.

“I’ll save you whenever you need beautiful.” Finn pecked your lips and leaned back against his pillow, wrapping his arms around you falling asleep.

One-Shot Request for Rachel

Request: Hi, im Rachel! Do you think you could write me a one shot about meeting Finn and him trying to impress me, then us falling in love? I really love your writing. Thank you!

I opened the door to the small café and looked around. I was meeting my older sister, Hannah, and her son Ben here to catch up, since this was her first week back in the UK.

“Rachel!” I heard from the far end of the café, and I turned to see my sister sitting at a table next to the window, my one-year-old nephew bouncing on her lap. I smiled widely as I made my way over to them, greeting them when I reached their table.

“Hi, Hannah,” I said as we hugged. Then I looked at Ben, who was grinning from ear to ear. “Hi, Benny!”

I took my nephew in my arms and gave him a kiss on his chubby cheek, nuzzling his face and making him giggle.

“Should we get something to drink?” Hannah asked, placing her jacket on the back of her chair to indicate that our spot was taken. We made our way over to the line that snaked around the counter, chatting lightly about France, where Hannah was currently living with her husband, and my uni, and about Ben. The line was taking forever to move, but I didn’t really mind.

My sister was scouring the menu on the wall behind the counter for something to eat, when I noticed that Ben was looking over my shoulder and giggling at something behind me. I turned to see what it was, expecting to see someone making funny faces for him. What I wasn’t expecting was for that person to be none other than Finn Harries.

I had been a bit of a fan of Jack and Finn for a while now. Their videos always made me laugh, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t think they were extremely good-looking. I found Finn especially attractive, for reasons I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Something about his eyes…

When I turned, Finn was in the middle of pulling a derp face, eyes crossed behind his glasses and lips impossibly twisted. I let out a burst of laughter without meaning to, and that’s when Finn noticed that Ben wasn’t the only one watching him anymore. He took a startled step backwards, face turning beet red, and looked down at his feet in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” I said between giggles. “I shouldn’t be laughing.”

“Nah, it’s all right,” he said, looking back up at me with a smile. “That’s what I get for teasing kids.”

“Was he teasing you, Benny?” I said to my nephew. He grinned in response and awkwardly waved his hand at Finn, tiny fingers grasping at the air. “Aw, he likes you.”

“Glad to know my utter humiliation wasn’t in vain,” Finn laughed. “I’m Finn, by the way.”

“I know,” I said, immediately regretting my words. Was that too weird? Yeah, it probably was. Oops. “I watch your videos.“

“Oh, cool!”

There was an awkward silence as we both tried to think of something to say. Ben was still reaching for Finn, both arms outstretched.

“I think he wants you to hold him,” I said. “I mean, if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, sure,” Finn said hesitantly, taking his hands out of his pockets and holding his arms out for Ben. I was expecting him to fumble, or not know how to hold a baby properly, but he surprised me when he took Ben swiftly and confidently, and held him against his side.

Ben, who usually hated being held by strangers, never let his smile falter.

“I think I’m gonna get Ben some yogurt,” Hannah said, turning back to me. She noticed Finn holding her son and a look of mild horror passed over her features, but was quickly replaced with relief as she noticed me standing right next to him. “Oh, hi.”

“Hannah, this is Finn,” I introduced. “Finn, this is my sister Hannah, Ben’s mum.”

“Nice to meet you,” Finn smiled.

“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend,” Hannah said slyly.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” I quickly denied.

“I don’t even know her name,” Finn said at the same time.

“It’s Rachel,” I said, turning to him. Hannah laughed, then turned back around as it was her turn to order.

“Can I have a strawberry-banana smoothie, a blueberry yogurt, and…” Hannah glanced at us. “What would you two like?”

“Oh no, no, no,” Finn said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. “Let me buy you guys something.”

“That’s okay,’ Hannah said, shaking her head.

“I insist,” Finn said, stepping forward. “Add a caramel mocha to that.”

He looked at me, his eyebrows raised ever so slightly.

“Can I have a caramel mocha, too, please?” I asked. Finn paid for our drinks, after waving aside Hannah’s offers to pay again. What a gentleman, I thought to myself.

We headed back to our table while we waited for our drinks, Hannah pulling up another chair for Finn.

“Are you okay with him sitting with us?” I asked her under my breath while Finn was distracted with Ben.

“Of course,” Hannah replied. “I can tell you like him.”

We all sat together for at least an hour while Finn told us about his and his brother’s YouTube channel, and their travels, and projects they were working on. Hannah and I also chatted back and forth, while Finn listened and played with Ben, who refused to leave Finn’s lap. He kept grabbing at Finn’s glasses, and eventually Finn took them off and put them on Ben, who squealed in delight. I took a picture, unable to supress my comments about how adorable he looked. Even though I was talking about Ben, I’m pretty sure both Finn and Hannah knew I was also referring to Finn.

My attraction to Finn grew with every passing minute. The way he acted with Ben was almost too much for me to handle, and I had to restrain myself from flinging my arms around his neck and declaring my love for him right there in the middle of the café. Instead, I resorted to looking at no one but Finn throughout the entire conversation.

Eventually, and much to my dismay, Hannah checked the time on her phone and stood up.

“We should get going,” she said to me. “Mum’s expecting us at home in ten minutes.”

“Okay,” I said, unable to hide my disappointment. I stood up slowly, followed by Finn, who held Ben out for Hannah to take. She did, wiping a little excess yogurt off her son’s chin. Finn turned to me.

“It was great to meet you,” Finn said quietly. “Do you think I could have your number?”

My heartbeat quickened as I nodded, slipping my phone out of my pocket. We traded and added each other as contacts, and when Finn gave my phone back to me I saw he had put his name as ‘Finn <3’. I smiled, blushing slightly, as I looked back up at him. He bit his lip, his expression turning uncertain for a moment, before bending down and kissing my cheek lightly.

“Come on, Rachel!” Hannah called as she opened the door to exit the coffee shop.

“I’m coming,” I said. I took one last look at Finn before turning and heading toward my sister and nephew. When I was halfway there I paused. Just do it, Rachel.

I spun back around and ran up to Finn, stood up on my tip-toes, and kissed him square on the lips. He chuckled, and kissed me back, his hands finding my waist and pulling me closer.

Rachel,” my sister called, becoming annoyed.

I’m coming!” I called back, reluctantly pulling away from Finn.

“I’ll call you,” he said to me.

“See ya!” I raised my hand in a small wave, before running back to Hannah and Ben.

As we were getting into Hannah’s car, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to reveal a new text.

Finn <3: I just realized I never said hello.

Me: No, you didn’t, haha.

Finn <3: Hello :)

A/N: Here you go, Rachel! I hope you like it! I’m sorry it took so long to write, it took me several tries. Please send feedback/like/reblog/follow…you know the drill ;). I’m working on the next chapter of my fan fiction now, so hopefully it’ll be up today. Love, Naomi xx

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-How you sleep-


Anywhere and anytime Jack would cuddle with me. If I was reading a book, he would lay right on top of me. He would put his hands under my arms, as I played with his hair. He didn’t care if his friend’s teased me, he loved how you guys cuddled.


We clung on together as if we were about to part our separate ways. His protective around around me, always gave me the feeling of home. Sometimes people thought I was being suffocated but we both enjoy how we sleep.

Imagine for love5britishlads:

“Jack im scared!” you said as you hung onto his biceps tightly to keep from falling off his penny board. 

“I’ve got you (Y/N), it’s okay.” he said as he slowly guided you forward in parking lot.

“I’m going to fall and bre— Ahh!” you screamed falling backwards, penny board slipping from underneath you.

You fell into Jacks enclosed arms around you giving you a small kiss on your forehead.

‘Told you I’ve got you.“ 

As you regained your confidence to try again, Jack went to capture the penny board a few feet back.

"Are you ready to try again?” he asked as he reached out his hand towards you.

“I guess” you said nervously and placed your hand in his.

You slowly got on top of the penny board and gradually started letting go of Jacks hand.

You soon realized you were penny boarding all by yourself and was so excited you looked back at Jack not realizing where you were going.

“Watch out!” Jack said as he started running towards you.

You faced the front and hitting a curb, flew off the penny board.

“Got you” Jack said as you fell on top of him on the hard concrete parking lot.

“Hahaha Sorry!” you laughed as you sat up in between Jacks legs.

Jack enclosed you in a tight hug and gave you small kisses on your shoulder kissing the hurt away.

sorry for the bad ending……

One-Shot Request for Suhanya

His touch was gentle, affectionate, but it sent shockwaves up my arm and around my body and I felt electric. His eyes were serious and stern but a haze of mischief decorated the edge of his irises. Our friendship meant more to me than anything on this earth and nothing anyone said or did could take that away from me but right at that moment the only thing I was thinking about was the fact that I was lying on my back on Finn’s bed with his fingers tracing lightly down my stomach towards the top of my skirt.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice was breathless from the frenzy of getting up the stairs and I caught my own breath for long enough to oblige and move my hands to the hem of his shirt.

I pulled it up to his chest and he lifted his arms to allow it to pass over his head. I arched my back as his hands passed underneath, unclasping my bra. His hands moved to cup my breast and electric shocks flowed through me once more.

 Minutes ago we’d been sitting on Finn’s couch having a normal conversation when he pressed his lips to mine.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” He’d whispered when we eventually broke apart.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to do that,” I’d replied.

I was still trying to process what had just happened but I didn’t want to think about it, for fear that I would chicken out and pretend that I hadn’t been imagining this moment since Finn and I had met. I allowed my subconscious to take over and she moved her hands along Finn’s toned chest towards the button of his jeans.

Unclasping the button I pulled the jeans over his boxers. Finn pressed his lips to mine as he removed the rest of our clothing and when I pulled away from his soft lips we were lying naked, his body heat radiating on to me. Finn’s eyes moved along my body, taking it all in, in any other situation I would have blushed and covered up but with Finn I felt completely comfortable.

Using his knee, Finn parted my legs gently and I felt his fingers rub against me. His lips met mine again and his tongue teased me. He smiled and kissed my nose.

“You’re sure?” He whispered, his breath hot against my earlobe.

In response, I moved my hands to his bare back, pulling him closer to me. I felt him move slowly inside me and a gasp escaped my lips.

I allowed Finn to press his lips to mine again.

“Fuck,” He whispered into the kiss as he moved in and out, picking up speed with each thrust.

I threw my head back and, arching my back, moved him further inside me. Finn’s jaw clenched and his hard muscles contract and pull against his skin. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and I dug my nails into his back as we continue to move together in rhythm. His breath was staggered, hot and wild against my skin. I felt myself close to climax and knew he was too, I held tight, hoping to ride out the orgasm.

Finn’s eyes locked with mine, he was my only focus. No wonder then that we hadn’t heard footsteps on the stairs.

“Finn are you… Oh shit!” I could hear Jack’s voice in the doorway. Finn pulled out of me frantically and I clutched the duvet, pulling around my naked body. Finn grabbed the clothes we had been wearing just minutes ago and covered himself.

Jack stood frozen, his hand on the doorknob, eyes flicking from me to Finn, trying to process the scene. I heard another set of footsteps on the stairs.

“Are they here?” The voice of my friend Amy travelled up the steps and it seemed like a lifetime of eye contact with Jack before she reached the doorway.

“Yup, they’re here.” Jack’s expression turned from shock to laughter as he tossed his head back, laughter taking over his body.

Amy’s face became one of shock too but the same laughter that Jack had soon descended. This was possibly the weirdest situation I had ever been in.

“I always knew this would happen,” Amy sighed, grinning.

“Same, anyway… As you were,” Jack slowly closed the door and I waited until their laughter reached the bottom of the stairs before looking to Finn.

“Well, that was awkward.” I giggled, moving closer to him.

“I don’t regret it,” He replied, his voice adopting a more serious tone.

“Neither do I,” I twisted my body to face him and pressed my lips to his. Our lips seemed to be moulded for each other.

On the bed beside us, Finn’s phone was ringing. He broke away from the kiss but still held me close and answered the phone. It was Jack.

“If you two are done, Amy and I have ordered Nando’s, it’s down here when you’re ready,”

A/N: I sincerely apologise for the pathetic attempt at smut! Anyway, thank you for being patient for updates! Don’t forget to vote for us in SantaHowell’s tumblr awards here . Love, Alice x

If I Can't Have You... - A Jack Harries One Shot For Honey

I really didn’t want to go to this party at first but Jackson somehow convinced me otherwise.

He pressured me into it more than he’s ever done with anything before. He even picked out our costumes and everything, he said he wanted to make it a surprise for me up until the afternoon on Halloween.

He showed up at my flat earlier in the day with my attire for the evening all in a large, lovely black and white bag with tissue paper sticking up out of the top and told me not to open it until I’m ready to put it on. Radiating excitement, he gave me a quick peck on the cheek before he took off down the stairs to get himself ready. And with that I left the bag on my bed to jump in the shower so I’ll be a fresh faced, a clean canvas for whatever he had planned.

I’m now looking at myself in the full length mirror beside my bedroom door and I’m about ready to go.

My hair is in loose barrel curls and I’m dressed as a vintage flapper girl from the 1920’s. My dress is black and beige and it’s covered in tassels and beading from top to bottom and black mary jane style heels have been slipped on my feet. I have stark black gloves stretching well up my forearms and I’ve draped a matching black feather boa over them. Several strings of pearls hang around my neck and graze my fabric covered tummy as well as wrap loosely around my wrists. A jeweled band is placed around my head in the typical fashion and my makeup is intense and flawless with burgundy lips, smokey eyes…. I’ve never felt quite this good in a costume. He’s truly outdone himself with his plan this year.

I then hear his voice call for me, “Honey? Are you ready? The uber just pulled up.”

I dash down the staircase to find him lounging against the window sill taking a few slow drags off a cigar. He’s wearing a black pinstripe suit, his feet adorned with black dress shoes, and his hair is slicked back. He’s looking like a true gangster of the 20’s and we match perfectly.

He’s completely gone all out for Charly’s event and I’m becoming more and more excited for the evening with each passing moment.

He puts out the cigar while he raises an eyebrow and his mouth widens to a cheesy grin when his eyes land on me, “Look at you!” He shakes his head and looks me over as I do a little twirl at the bottom of the stairs. He grabs his heart, “Ouchhh!” he says with false pain.

“Do I look okay?” I ask with an unsure tone.

“Oh are you kidding? You look stunning. I told you this was going to be incredible. But…for some reason you never believe me until you see I’m right.”  

“Well, you just always have crazy ideas. To normal people they sound completely absurd.” I laugh, “You look rather dashing yourself by the way. I like this suit… you wear it well.” I walk over to him with a sultry gaze to straighten his collar and tie, feeling his chest beneath my hands.

He suddenly kisses my lips and I’m taken a bit aback by his action at first but when I settle down I can’t stop smiling, “Jack we…” he kisses me a few times more and he tastes like the smoke from his cigar and peppermint. “Come on, we can’t be late for the party, right?”

“All right all right, fine. Come on, let’s go.” he says, disappointment dripping from each word.

“Oh! Hang on,” I can’t help but giggle as I wipe my fingers over his full lips. “You’ve got some of my lipstick on your mouth.”

“Damn it.” he glances in the mirror behind him. “Look what you did!” He says with a laugh.

I roll my eyes, “Oh don’t you dare blame that on me Jackson. Okay I think we’re ready to go.”

He holds out an arm for me to loop mine in and I do so delightfully as we make our way to the car.


Once we’ve made it to Charly’s rented venue we get inside and start mingling with our friends, complimenting each other on costumes and receiving lovely comments about our matching ones all the while.

Eventually Will, Jackson’s best friend, arrives looking rather handsome and he and Jack of course get into conversations of their own as per usual. But I can’t help but notice Will taking a few glances at me…

A few years ago Will and I had a bit of a fling, ….well it was more than a fling. We connected on really intimate levels, it was definitely more than just sexual. It was everything. And it was long before Jack and I were ever a thing…but we never quite got completely past it. Over the years there’s been lots of long gazes and casual talks and… admittedly the occasional hook up, but I can’t ever help but wonder what would have happened if we’d have stayed together… And my mind wonders about that very thing as I see him standing across the room talking to his best friend….my boyfriend tonight.


It’s an hour or two into the party and Jackson comes over to me looking a little worried, “Love, Will’s not feeling well so I’m gonna try to help him out. I’ll be back in a few minutes okay?”

I nod, understanding his situation, “Oh no, I hope he’s okay.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine. If not I’ll call him a cab and he’ll head home to sleep it off. You’re gonna be all right here with everyone?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me. Go take care of Will.”

He gives my cheek a quick kiss and then walks off to go help his friend.


It’s been over an hour and he’s still not come back to find me and let me know if everything was all right. So I break off my conversation with Charly and decide to head off in search of the boys.

Every dark hallway I wander down outside the main party room is empty and each turn is another new found disappointment in my search.

Suddenly at the end of the hall behind me the doors burst open and my heart beat pounds in my ears like a drum at the sound. A tall figure is running towards me but I can’t make out who it is. The clomps of their feet on the hard tile floor echo throughout the empty passage and come closer and closer. They aren’t saying anything and I can tell they’re holding something shiny in their right hand and I quickly turn around to run but before I can take off at a good pace in time to get away, the person has caught up to me and takes hold of my wrist. I scream with all my might and shout for them to let me go and then another hand covers my mouth to hush my cries for help as I’m pressed against the figures chest.

Next they drag me outside the double doors.

“Shhhh! Honey it’s me! It’s Jack! Fuck!” a voice yells softly by my ear.

My heart’s pace calms a bit and my cries settle in the back of my throat as his hand uncovers my mouth.

“Jackson what the fuck is wrong with you? Why on earth would you do something like that? You scared me to death!”

I turn to face him and I notice his suit jacket has vanished, his sleeves are undone and he’s made a sad attempt to roll them up his forearms. The buttons that once held his shirt snugly over his chest have most all been ripped off, revealing his bare skin and nothing but small traces of thread are left on the white edges. His hair is a tousled mess, sweat is glazing his forehead, and pants are heaving from his lungs.  

He seems so frazzled… about as frazzled as I feel after the stunt he just pulled. But what I notice now is that he’s covered in what appears to be blood. His hands, his once white shirt….trails of it are dripping down his trousers.

I wipe my face and find the sticky fluid had been spattered across my face when he tried to shut me up.

“Wha….what the hell happened?!”

He presses his finger to his lips, “Shhhhh…no one can find us out here. Do you hear me?”

I start backing away from him. “What happened to Will?”

His brows knit in confusion, “Why the fuck is it always about Will with you?“

I squint my eyes, “What are you talking about?”

His jaw clenches, “I saw how you were looking at him tonight….how you always look at him. I’m not ignorant to the little game you’re pla-”

“Jackson I nev-!“

He pulls out a knife from his back pocket, it’s covered in blood just like him, and he advances toward me, “Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking. You know how I hate that.”

I stop in my tracks, knowing that it’d be impossible for me to escape. He’s much too big and far too strong for my small frame to try and overpower.

He takes the nape of my neck in his hand and with the end of his red blade, touches my neck, applying enough pressure to begin drawing my blood to the surface. My heart is rushing so fast I can feel the beats against my ear drums.

“I bet you fucked him didn’t you…was he good?” He closes his eyes, biting his lip and I watch the corners of his mouth curl up. “Better than me?”

By this time I’m crying, tears are streaming down my face, making black tracks down my cheeks. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve played no game.”

“But see, you’re playing it now.” He presses harder on the blade and I can feel trails of blood spilling from my skin and trickling down over my chest.

“Ya know, it’s really a shame you’re not cooperating with me. You look so pretty in that dress…..” He pauses, “Unfortunately you won’t be able to wear it again.”

This is my breaking point and I begin begging him for mercy as I cry, “Please please don’t do this! I won’t ever ask you about Will again! I’m sorry Jack I’m so sorry! Please just let me go! Please!”

“You won’t ever ask about him again?” He sounds intrigued. “I thought you wanted to know where the bastard was?”

“No I don’t. I don’t want anything to do with him.”

He tilts his head to the side, “Oh. But you seemed very interested in his whereabouts a few moments ago… What happened between then and now that changed your mind?”

I stay silent because I’m terrified that if I say the wrong thing it could possibly end my life.

“Well I still think you want to know where he is ….and he’s dead. Just like you thought when you first saw me outside the doors.”

I begin heaving my breaths harder into my lungs but refuse to shed anymore tears. I can’t give him the satisfaction. I refuse to let him have it.

“What? Not a single tear to shed over the news of your secret lover’s death?” He questions.

I swallow hard, feeling the blade against the lump in my throat. “He was not my secret lover.”

“Don’t lie to me Honey.”

“I never had anything to do with him! Please believe me!”

“I don’t think I can. You’ve always been a little liar. …..Not a very good one. But a liar nonetheless.”

He closes his eyes again for a moment and when he opens them he looks directly in mine.

“See Honey, I know you two were fucking around. You can deny it all you want.” He pauses again, gently taking the blade away from my throat and loosening his grip on my neck, moving it to my shoulder, “But I’m willing to forgive you…”

“You…you are?”


With that he grabs me harder and pushes the blade into my stomach over and over and over again. I try to scream out but I can’t find the strength within my body to do it. The crimson inside of me is spilling to my feet as he continues to stab the metal into my soft flesh. I can feel the complete dismantlement of my insides and tears fall down my cheeks once again as my reality sets in.

As I sink to the ground he goes in for one last jab. Pressing his cheek to mine he whispers in my ear, “If I can’t have you…no one can.”

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-You’re in one of the daily vlogs-


I was in there office fooling around behind the cameras. My attention span started to thin, so I started vlogging others.

“So, Jack explain to me what you are doing?" 


I was invited to lunch with my boyfriend and his friends. We decided to play truth or dare to keep our selves company. 

"I dare you to kiss Finn.” I told Sam holding up a recording camera.

“Y/N!” Finn screamed before getting kissed by Sam.

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-How you are at school-


We shared large amounts of PDA. We have got in trouble a handful of times but it was there fault putting us in the same class.


We hated showing affection towards his and my friends. They would tease and take personal photos. Sneaking out in class just to share one kiss was what kept our relationship filled with sparks.

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-Unexpected photo-


Finn, Jack and I were just going on a simple adventure to the park to meet up with some friends. Finn was mindlessly texting someone behind us. When he looked up and saw this we couldn’t help but take a photo and post it online.



Today was going to be a chilled day for the twins and myself. I use wanted to snuggle and play videos games. Jack left us both for one minute and found this in front of his eyes. Jack carefully took a picture. He knew we hated showing PDA when with anyone, except Jack. But you didn’t care about this. 

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-Valentines Day events-


Valentines was one of the alone days Finn and I had the whole day to ourselves. No phone calls, no Jack, no anything. Just the present of each other. And we definitively were going to take advantage of that.


Jack, nor I, cared about the chocolates and useless teddy bears. We only cared about the presence of each other. He didn’t care if Finn was there in the house, today was your day and he was going to make you enjoy it.