also i never saw a part one but i love everything i see here holy shit

You Never Know

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Thank you for the comments and the messages. It really has meant a lot and I can’t believe how easy it is to write for Steve but then again, it’s Steve. So, here is part three and I hope it’s to your liking. Also, thank you for all the follows: means a buttload!

Part 3

Part 1 2

| Steve Harrington x Reader |

Requested: ‘I fricking LOVE ‘you never know’ omg, great work’

‘OMMGMGGMGGG you never know is great!!! i love it so much i hope you write more !’

So yes. Requested.


You were in the Wheeler’s basement, watching a young girl lift the Millenium Falon off the ground with just her mind. There was no gimmick to it, no string to help support it, you must have waved your hand over the toy at least eight times. You looked up at Steve, your eyes getting bigger as his expression couldn’t help but smile at your sense of wonder.

“Holy shit,” You mumbled, looking back at the girl. A smile came across your face, “You’re the real deal. Holy fuck!” You stood up, placing your hands on the sides of your face, spinning in a circle to finally look at Steve once more. “Jesus, fuck! I’m sorry for the cursing. It’s just―fuck!” The younger boys glanced over at Steve, unsure of what was going on.

“Was it the best thing to tell her?” Mike, the leader of their pack, asked.

“What? Y/N? Yeah, she’s totally,” Steve couldn’t help but smiled at you when he saw the look on your face. Pure amazement, “cool.” He finished his sentence. “Anyways, didn’t you tell Max all this with just knowing her of just a week?”

“That wasn’t all of our decision!” Mike interjected, pointing at Lucas, “Lucas told her without letting any of us know!”

“I’ve known Y/N since kindergarten,” Steve said, crossing his arms, looking down at the young teens, “I say, she should know because I need at least another set of hands to handle all of you.”

“But what about the bad men?” Will softly spoke up. His big doe eyes looked at Steve, having a sense of worrying hitting the pit of his stomach, “Or the upside down? We are going to have another person to worry about.”

“I’ll look after her.” Steve quickly said. He rubbed the tip of his nose to hide away his blush from everyone. Everyone that is but one boy catching it.

“This was your plan all along! He wouldn’t shut up about her earlier! He was waiting by the phone all night!” Dustin practically yelled. He pointed to the guy that he recently looked up to, “What happened to show them you don’t care?”

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Soulmate The8

Part of the Seventeen Soulmate Series

It was funny, really, that no one could ever truly know what was going on in someone else’s head. Except one time- for one moment. The first thought your soulmate would ever have when they saw you would be written in bold letters across your arm.

Some people had some pretty embarrassing words. They were sweet, really, when you considered the sentiment, but they were pretty awful for the young kids who had to walk around with them. Your close friend had, spelled in huge letters across her arm, “holy fucking shit!” 

Your own words were in letters that, at first, everyone around you had not understood. Luckily, all hospitals had a language expert somewhere on their staff who would either translate unknown marks on the arms of newborns or at least inform the parents what language it was so that they could get it translated themselves if they wanted to. Your local specialist had gazed in amazement at your mark and told your family it was a mix of languages. First Korean, then Mandarin. It was also… unusually long. A stream of thought.

They were surprised. But it was assumed that your soulmate must be bilingual. And since a very young age, determined when it came to the idea of your soulmate, you set off on the tough road of trying to learn both.

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To Be Continued || Jughead Jones x Reader

Show: Riverdale

Request: Can you do a Jughead where he has a wet dream about the reader? And they’re best friends so when he confronts her it gets ( quite literally ) steamy?

Warnings: Swearing and a little bit of smut at the beginning along with a foreshadow of smut

Word Count: 795

Originally posted by beaniesxponytails

1.) I need holy water for I have sinned 2.) Jughead never moved schools in this scenario

Jughead’s POV…

*Dream*

“Juggie~” her voice was breathy and kind of raspy from moaning so much but it was such a turn on for me to hear. Her usually soft and smooth voice this much different because of me.

“Fuck, babygirl,“ I moved from hovering above her with my hands beside her head and her legs wrapped around my waist to holding one of her legs over my shoulder as I continued to pound into her.

“Oh my god,“ I watched her usually well-put-together self fall apart as her back arched off the bed and her soft (Y/L/C) lips fall open from the change in angle. I could feel her tighten around me as her moans got louder and higher in pitch.

“Shit,“ I chased my high while she fell into hers and practically screamed my name. I moved faster and let her ride out her high until my body stiffened when I reached mine.

*Reality*

I jerked awake from the dream with damp boxers. I sighed and fell back onto the bed. The memories and pictures of the dream were so vivid. But they were also kind of pleasant. Seeing (Y/N) under me like that- her hair splayed across the pillow, her hands fisting the sheets, her back arched, her lips parted, and her soft skin covered in a thin layer of sweat- was one I would love to see for real.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

I groaned at the sound of my alarm. The last ting I wanted to do right now was face (Y/N) with that dream still very fresh in my mind. But the good thing was, she and I only saw each other at lunch, sixth period, and at Pop’s. I could hopefully make it till then.

“Don’t make a fool out of yourself, Jughead,“ I mumbled as I changed my boxers and got dressed.

*TIME LAPSE TO SIXTH PERIOD*

“Jug, you okay?“ I jumped at (Y/N)’s touch but I quickly nodded,

“Y-Yeah, I just didn’t sleep too well last night,“ she bought the lie but she kept glancing at me throughout class. It didn’t help that I wanted to just take her out of the school to somewhere we could be alone and make my dream a reality.

“Jug, class is over,“ I looked up to see (Y/N) slightly bent down in front of me with concern very present in her eyes, “Are you sure you’re okay, Jug?“ I didn’t answer. It was taking everything within me to not kiss her right now, “Jug-“ I nodded and got up to leave the class knowing she’d follow me. I went to my locker and waited for her to show up as the number of students in the hall dwindled down.

“Sorry about earlier,“ I noticed her walking towards me through my peripheral as I spoke.

“It’s okay. Wanna tell me what that was about though?“

“I had a dream last night that woke me up really early and I couldn’t go back to sleep,“ I was gonna suck it up and tell her. It killed me to not act on what it was I was feeling anymore.

“What was your dream about?“ I looked around the now empty halls to make sure no one was listening in. Last thing I needed was for rumors about me being a pervert to go around.

“You. My dream was about you,” (Y/N)’s eyes widened as her cheeks flushed red.

“M-Me? What-“

“My dream was about you and me. To say the least, I finally got to do something I’ve wanted to do for a while with someone I’ve like for a while,“ she ducked her head and didn’t speak for a little bit. I’m sure she was piecing it together, “I get if you don’t feel the same and if you find my dream creepy. I just wanted to tell you,” I started to walk away but (Y/N) grabbed my arm as I passed her, making me face her. Before I could ask her or say anything to her, her soft lips were on mine. I let out a content sigh before cupping her cheeks and beginning to deepen the kiss.

“Jug,“ her voice was breathy by the time I moved my lips from hers and started to kiss down her neck. I felt her arms tighten around my shoulders when I kissed her neck. I moved one hand to her waist while the other began moving to her butt, “Jug, we can’t do this here,“ I pulled away and kissed her lips one more time before holding her waist carefully.

“To be continued then,“ she laughed softly before grabbing my hand and walking to the door. To her house to continue or to Pop’s to meet with our friends, that is the question.

I hope you like it

~Ace~

let me love you (jefferson x reader x alex)

request : modern au??? angsty stuff !?? ooH basically ur eliza and Alex cheats on u and then u get pissed & break up w him and then go hook up w Jefferson to piss him off but then that becomes a thing and now Alex regrets everything (-anon)

warning : slight smut , angst, cussin, alex cheated so 

a/n : wooo writers block send me more requests. also its not v anon i know who sent this bc she kept on texting me to do it. 


“alex? what the fuck is this?” you choked, throwing your phone at him. Maria had texted you. is this y/n? im so sorry that i had to let you know this way. i just found out you are with alexander… we have been hooking up for about two months. im so so sorry he told me he was single. 

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ceo!harrison ♡ head canon

Summary: head canons about ceo!harrison, (part 1/?)

Request: yes! by anonymous 

WC: 2.3k 

Warnings: language, some content is nsfw 

Author’s note: i was about to get very carried away so i’m thinking another part or two ? 

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Unforgettable Night

I love this picture so much I cannot describe it with proper words! Look how f*cking handsome he looks! Hope you enjoy this imagine and leave some feedback behind! I’d really appreciate it! Picture is not mine!!!


(Y/N)’s mind was buried deep into her studies as someone knocked on her front door and tore her out of her learning session. Checking up the time of her watch she wore on her wrist she noticed that it was 5 PM in the evening and she had spent fully five hours of studying without taking any break. Only now a slight hint of headache occurred and (Y/N) decided it was a good idea to lay her notices aside and try to relax. She stood up from her chair to respond the knocks on her door.

“I’m coming!” She called and when she opened the door, she was greeted by a very handsome, dimpled young man with the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in her entire life. Her heart started to flutter. A smile appeared instantly on her lips as she stood face to face with her best friend.

“ ‘ello love!” Harry said, carrying a little bouquet of flowers in his one hand while his other hand held a little white plastic bag. Giving her a kiss on her cheek, he entered the apartment, took his coat off and stepped directly into the kitchen.

“ Hi Harry…” (Y/N) closed the door and followed him straight to the kitchen where he was taking a small box out of the plastic back and unpacking it.

“Bought you your favorite doughnuts, love.” He informed her, handing her over one sweet treat with a pink frosting.

“That’s very lovely, thank you.” The young woman replied and after she took a smile bite from her doughnut and chewed it properly, enjoying the taste on her tongue, she also thanked him for the beautiful flowers that he got for her.

“You really didn’t have to buy me flowers, Harry. I would have been fine with only doughnuts.”

“Nah, I love to make you happy. Besides I thought they could bring some life into your apartment because everything else in here looks boring.” His dimples popped up as he grinned widely at her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, hitting him slightly on his arm.

“Idiot.” She chuckled. “So, what brings you here? I thought I wouldn’t get to see you till next Friday?” She once again bit into her doughnut.

“I had some business to do in the city and was very close nearby so I assumed it was a great idea to check up on you and bless you with my presence.”

“Very thoughtful. I’m honored.” She said, then walking to her fridge to take out two cans of coke.”But you have been careful when you came here, haven’t you?”

“Yes, no worries! There were no cameras or fans around luckily.” Keeping her private life was a high priority in (Y/N)’s life, so when Harry decided to visit her, he had to make sure that no one was chasing after him to not reveal the location of her apartment.

“What have you been up to? Studying again?” He asked.

“Mhm, I have some upcoming exams that I need to get ready for unfortunately. They rob me of my last nerve. It’s unbearable. Urgh.”

“I’m glad that I do not have to study.” Harry said, opening the lid of his coke and taking a gulp out of it.

“You’re lucky you have talent, Harry. If I had a voice as good as yours, I would have probably not put myself under so much pressure.”

“You think being a singer is easy?”

“It’s definitely easier than studying.”

“If you knew.” He sighed.

They both exited the kitchen and made themselves comfortable on the couch in the living room, positioning their drinks on the small table in the middle of the room.

“Do you have any plans on Saturday?” Harry inquired.

“I don’t think so. Why you’re asking?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me to a wedding and be my date for the night.”

(Y/N)’s heart accelerated by the offer that he made her and she felt a blush creeping its way on her both cheeks. Hopefully, Harry would not notice it because that would be very embarrassing. You know, being friends with him was an amazing opportunity and she appreciated that he chose her for being his best friend, however it was not possible to not be attracted to him.

They knew each other for almost one year now. After a small accident in Starbucks in which (Y/N) was too distracted to pay attention to what was going on in front of her and unintentionally bumped into Harry and poured her coffee over her shirt, Harry offered to buy her another one as a compensation because he was not paying attention either. Both of them started to get into a deep conversation where they told each other every single detail about themselves and after that day and exchanging phone numbers, they began to meet each other regularly in their free time.

(Y/N) was aware that their relation was based in a friendly manner but it did not held her back from developing feelings for him. She battled a lot against her emotions for a long but no matter how hard she tried she would lose the fight at the end of the day. Besides, she doubted he could ever like her the way she liked him. There was no way she would tell him about this. Losing him is the last thing she wanted to do.

“Whose wedding?” She asked him.

“Someone from the family.”

“I don’t know, Harry.” She replied, fiddling with her fingers. “I mean I’m not even a family member and I don’t want to disturb the wedding with my presence. Besides, I know no one there and no one knows me.”

“You’re talking nonsense, love! You’ve become a part of the family already if you want it or not. And also, I’m taking you there as a companion. And do not worry, Mum will be there and Gemma and even Lou and Nick. You won’t be alone! And if there’s someone who makes a dumb comment about you, I’ll know how to deal with that person.”

“I really don’t know. It’s been years since I have been to a wedding and I don’t even have a proper dress for the event.”

Harry smiled at her, telling her not to worry. “Leave it to me, love. I know a good store that sells good dresses and I’m sure you’ll like them too. Just say yes please. I really don’t want to go there on my own while everybody brings their dates, wives, husbands or whatever.”

After a few moments of thinking and compensating, (Y/N) finally agreed.

“Alright…I’m coming with you.”

“Good! I’ll tell Lou to pick you up and we’ll see each other at the store on Saturday, agreed?” He held his up, indicating her to give him a high five.

“Agreed.”

The rest of the evening, they both spent time by watching Netflix and eating lots of Popcorn.

 

*Saturday*

(Y/N) and Lou were standing in front of the store that Harry had mentioned the last time she saw him but looking at the dresses that were displayed made (Y/N)’s inside churn. The dresses were probably more expensive than her rent so how in god’s name should she afford any of these dresses?

“Are you excited?” Lou asked her.

“Uhm… I’m not quite sure to be honest.”

Lou caressed her arm softly in a friendly manner. “Don’t worry. Harry has arranged everything?”

(Y/N) looked at her questioningly. “What do you mean he has arranged everything? He’s not going to pay for a dress isn’t he?”

Before Lou could respond, Harry was approaching towards them, being in a very happy mood. “Hey, loves.” He gave them a tight hug. Then he turned to (Y/N). “Are you ready to pick up a dress?”

“You’re not going to pay for it, are you?” She asked him, kind of hoping he would say no even though she had no idea how to afford one dress.

“Of course I am, love. Come on, let’s go in.” He wanted to grab her by her hand however (Y/N) refused to let him touch her.

“No way, Styles!” She ordered. “There is no way that you’re going to buy me a dress. I’m not allowing it!”

“Love, please! Don’t be like that! Let’s go in!”

“Are you fucking insane? Have you any idea how much they cost? I cannot let you waste so much money for me!”

“First: That’s my money and I can do whatever I want to do with it. Second: I want to spend money for you, so stop bugging and let’s get in.”

(Y/N) stood there, speechless and out of words but she let him lead her into the store. When they entered the store, all three of them were overwhelmed by so many different dresses and even suits.

“Holy shit.” (Y/N) mumbled.

One worker, who was a nice middle-aged lady, walked towards them and welcomed them to the store.

“Good afternoon! I’m Shannon. How can I help you?”

“We need a dress for my lovely friend here.” Harry explained and pointed at (Y/N) who still felt uneasy. The dresses were indescribably beautiful but hella expensive.

“I see.” Shannon smiled. “Do you know what kind of dress you’re looking for?” She addressed to the young woman.

(Y/N) just shrugged her shoulders. “I-I don’t know actually.”

Shannon asked her to follow her and gave her a little tour to each section to present her different kind of dresses. While she was looking around, Harry took out his purse and handed his credit card over to Lou.

“Listen, I have to go and get ready myself. Just buy her the first dress that she falls in love with and don’t care about the price. Just buy it. She shall have the best night of her life and one that she’ll never forget, okay? Use it for everything you need. I’ll wait for you at the wedding.”

Lou took the credit card out of his fingers.

“You really do love her, don’t you?” She smirked at him very knowingly. She had often witnessed how much Harry cared for (Y/N) and this was in a more than a friendly manner. He acted more like a boyfriend than a friend with the exception that they weren’t in a relationship. Lou was the first one who actually noticed his feelings for her however it was a shame they had not confessed their love for each other because Lou could see that (Y/N) loved him as well.

“Just take care of her.” Harry said, leaving her question unanswered. Lou assured him that she had everything under control. They said their goodbyes and Harry left the store.

Shortly after his disappearance, (Y/N) came back with Shannon, however her hands were empty.

“Where is Harry?” She inquired, looking for him.

“He went to get ready himself. We’ll meet him at the wedding. Where is you dress?”

A desperate sigh left (Y/N)’s mouth. “ I really don’t want to buy any of them, Lou. Look at them, they are probably more worth than my existence.”

Lou laughed at her remark. “Stop talking nonsense. Come on I’ll help you.”

The next half an hour, they were searching for the perfect dress. However, when (Y/N) thought she found one, the price tag was the only thing that led her to put the dress back. Even the cheapest one was still expensive and (Y/N) began to feel uncomfortable.

“Found you!” Lou suddenly called and came towards (Y/N) with a black mermaid dress. “You have to try this on.”

“Are you insane?” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Look at the price tag! Holy shit! I’m not going to wear that!”

“Yes you are. And now, go get changed before I kick your ass.”

Reluctantly, she headed to the changing room. As she observed the black dress, (Y/N) instantly fell in love with it. The dress fell smooth on her fingertips and had long, lacy sleeves. Also the chest area was covered with lace and had beautiful patterns. Its skirt was very long and she felt that this was her dress. After she squeezed herself into it, of course with Shannon’s help, she observed herself in the large mirror in front of her. The dress fitted perfectly to her body and outlined her curves. She felt pretty and wonderful in this dress, almost like a princess.

She slowly went out of the changing room to present it to Lou and the blonde woman was out of words. “Wow, you- you look stunning, (Y/N). We’re definitely going to buy this!” Shannon also offered black high heels to the dress and after everything was bought even (Y/N) was against it, they drove back to Lou’s to get ready.

“I can’t wait to see Harry’s reaction.” Lou rambled as she did (Y/N)’s make up curled her hair. “God he’ll jump out of his socks when he sees you!”

“Don’t you think I’m too overdressed? I mean I don’t know the bride or groom.”

“Who cares?! You’re Harry’s date for tonight and nothing else matters. Let’s have some fun tonight, okay?”

The young woman sighed and mumbled an “okay”. After Lou was also dressed and ready, they went into Lou’s car and once Lou started the engine, they drove off. Harry and (Y/N) had decided to arrive separately to the event so the risk of getting papped was not too high. She didn’t want the media to make any speculations about Harry and her when there was no sort of romance going on between them. Again, she just wanted to keep her life out of public.

They arrived shortly after Harry had led his family and Nick Grimshaw to their seats and now he was waiting for the two ladies. Of course, he was excited to see (Y/N). He knew she was going to look absolutely stunning. She always did. His heart did some flips as he spotted Lou’s car in front of the event hall. His eyes caught sight of (Y/N) who was stepping out of the vehicle and Harry felt like his knees were giving up and him, refusing to steady him. To tell she was beautiful was an understatement. She was beyond beautiful. She looked like a goddess in black.

“Wow…” He muttered under his breath. He watched her speaking to Lou, before she met Harry’s gaze and smiled at him. She was a bit shaky on her legs because she rarely walked on high heels however she managed it very well. She made her way to his side.

“Hi…” She said sheepishly. She felt his intense glare on her which made her quite uneasy.

“Hello, love.” Harry said, still overwhelmed by her beauty. He took her hand gently and pressed a tender kiss on the back of her hand. “You utterly breath-taking, love.” He spun her around.

“Thank you. You look handsome yourself.” She replied with slight rosy cheeks. They stood there for a little while, smiling at each other and taking in each other’s appearance.

“Shall we go in?” Harry asked, offering his arm for her to hold on.

“Of course, let’s go.”

They walked in where the wedding had already started. People including the married couple were dancing on the dance floor like there was no tomorrow. Harry had already spotted his mother and sister and led her towards the table they were sitting at. Lou joined shortly after.

“(Y/N)!” Anne exclaimed, taking her into her arms. “Nice to see you here! You look stunning, my dear!”

“Thank you! You look beautiful yourself, Anne!” She greeted everyone at the table whose came out to be Harry’s relatives and of course Nick and took a seat right next to Harry.

(Y/N) was observing the actions that were going on as someone at the table asked a certain question.

“Harry, how long are you two together?” The question made (Y/N)’s heart beat faster and even Harry was baffled for a second. But he kept his composure and answered to his relative.

“I’m sorry, there’s a misunderstanding. We’re not dating, we’re just friends.”

“Unfortunately.” (Y/N) added in her mind. There was no doubt how much she wished they both were together. She really wanted to call him hers or being referred as his girlfriend.

“I see.” His relative spoke. “I’m sorry if I caused any inconvenience.”

“It’s alright.”

After many songs, the DJ changed to a slow one, actually Sweet Creature was playing now and Harry stood up, gaining everyone’s attention. He bent down to (Y/N) and said smilingly “May I have this dance, madam?”

(Y/N) looked at everyone at the table, many at them nodding their heads and even Anne indicated her to do so. So she laid her hand on top of his and smiled back. “You may.”

Hand in hand they stepped towards the dance floor, looking like a perfect couple. Once they arrived, Harry gently pushed her forward to his chest, one hand grabbing hers firmly while her other hand was placed on his shoulder. Laying his free hand on her waist, he started to move their bodies to the song. They bodies were dancing in the same pace, slow and elegant, like they were made for each other. (Y/N) felt safe in his arms, only he could radiate a feeling of safety, security and even home. She knew that Harry was home for her, her home and the only place she wanted to stay was beside him. Forever and ever.

But more than friendship was not possible, she knew.

While dancing, Harry placed his head gently on top of hers and hummed along with the song. Even through the volume of the speakers, (Y/N) could still hear his heart beat. The most beautiful sound she had ever heard.

“Again, you look very stunning, (Y/N).” Harry complimented. “I still cannot believe it’s actually you.”

“I can’t either.”

They stared intently into each other’s eyes and even a blind man could tell they were in love with each other. No words were needed to explain their feelings, the looks they shared for each other said everything. Harry was about to bend down to her and (Y/N)’s accelerated immediately, as the song was ended and everybody around them began to clap with their hands. Harry sighed.

“Come with me.” He whispered.” I have to tell you something.” And he pulled her out of the dancing floor to a more private area with hasty steps. (Y/N) could see a hint of distress on his face and began to worry for him.

“Harry, are you okay?” She asked, her voice slightly shaking.

“No I’m not.” He growled, making her flinch. “How can I be when the one I love is close but too far away from me?”

“What are you talking about, Harry?”

He ran his hands through his hair, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

“I can’t do that anymore. I’m sorry but I can’t do that. It kills me, (Y/N), you understand? It kills me!”

“What kills you, Harry?”

“Being friends with you! This is not right and I don’t want this anymore.”

“Oh…” She breathed out, tears were threatening to escape her eyes. Her heart felt like it was stabbed million times, bleeding uncontrollably. “I didn’t know you think that way. I’m sorry if I wasted your time all these months. You just had to say something and I would have been out of your life in no second… I-“

“What the hell are you talking about?” Harry exclaimed. “I don’t want you out of my life. I’ll never want you out of my life, love. Damn, I wouldn’t know how to live without you, okay? The reason why I don’t want to be friends is because I feel more for you than a friend, (Y/N). I can’t treat you like a friend anymore because all I can think about it is how much I want to kiss you and hold you in my arms. I want to wake up beside you and fall down asleep next you. I want to show you not only emotional love but also physical love and please don’t tell me that friends are tended to think like that.”

It was a lot to process for (Y/N) at the moment. Her mind was going crazy and her thoughts were spinning around. Had he just indicated that he loved her? It sounded so surreal to her. After all this time her wish was granted but all she could do think about was how unrealistic it sounded for her.

Two warm hands took her face between them and when she looked up she saw directly into Harry’s eyes. “I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m incredibly and undeniably in love with you. You make me happy in many ways possible and I cannot see myself beside anyone but you. If you give me a chance, I would want to try this out. Please say yes!”

His question was answered as she pressed her soft lips onto his and brought them to their first real kiss. The noises on the background faded out, the wedding was forgotten and all that mattered was this moment, the kiss between them. (Y/N) slung her arms around his neck and pushed him harder to her chest, as he deepened their kiss. His lips tasted like cherry Chap Stick and she couldn’t get enough of it. She could remain forever like this. When they pulled away for air, she nodded her head vigorously. Her chest almost exploded out of love and excitement.

“I want to try.” She said. “I love you Harry and I want to try.”

He gave her his most beautiful and dimpled smile, his were eyes shining out of happiness like two diamonds. He kissed her over and over again that night and he couldn’t get enough of it. Neither could (Y/N). She was finally with the man she always wanted to be with. Harry wanted her to have the best night of her life and indeed this was the best night of her entire life.

An unforgettable night.

Locked Out // Byun Baekhyun {part one}

Requested: Nope, I just really needed to write something Baek-related lol

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: College!AU, angst I guess?

Word Count: 7.2k (holy shit this is so long if you read it all I’ll marry you I promise)

Description: Hi, I’m Y/N, and I’m the Queen of Fucking Everything Up. Here I am, locked outside on a balcony with a dude I shared and awkward hook-up with once and I’d been avoiding ever since, while his ex-girlfriend cries her eyes out and I freeze my ass off in the September air. *Freeze frame* *record scratch* You’re probably wondering how I got myself into this situation, so here’s a timeline of how, in a few short months, I managed to royally fuck everything up.

A/N: Wow I actually have no idea what I was doing when I was writing this, but I kind of like it hahaha. Also, this part is written in first person which usually I hate writing in, but I thought it suited the style of the story more :) By the way I love Irene so much, she’s such a babe. Enjoy!

Part two: Here!

Originally posted by dearbyun


2nd February, 10:22am
Ah, February 2nd. I remember it as if it was only yesterday. It was rather warm for Winter, so my friends and I had bought lunch and decided to eat it down by the river. It was rare for all five of us to have a day free of college classes, so we wanted to make the most of it.

“I’m just going over here,” I mumbled, more to myself than anyone, grabbing my phone and heading towards the river’s edge. I’d spotted a single pink flower floating with the current peacefully, and being a photography major, I couldn’t miss the chance to capture this moment digitally.

“Don’t fall in!” A voice cried from behind me; I felt their large hands push against my back but they grabbed my elbows just before I toppled into the cold water below.

“Sehun!” I bellowed, trying to look as angry as possible when I turned around to face my immature friend. However, I couldn’t stop myself from grinning when I saw the bewildered look cross his face: it soon disappeared when he realised I wasn’t actually mad at him. “That was a close one, Y/N. You’ve got to be more careful,” Sehun joked.

“You’re an idiot,” I quipped back. “I don’t know how I put up with you.”

“You do it out of love,” Sehun replied. You see, Sehun and I had been friends for as long as either of us could remember. Born just ten days apart (he was older and always gave me shit for it), we’d become instant best friends. We stuck with each other throughout middle school and high school, and now we were roommates in college (don’t ask me why I agreed to room with Sehun, he never washes the dishes. Ever.)

“You two, stop flirting and come join us for a selfie,” Baekhyun called out.

“We’re not flirting,” Sehun and I groaned in unision, earning chuckles from Baekhyun and the two other boys, Chanyeol and Suho. “Yeah, my mum wants a picture of my friends to prove I don’t hang out with pot-heads and alcoholics,” Chanyeol added, getting his phone into optimum selfie-position.

“I’m pretty sure Y/N is a drug dealer in between her studies,” Suho laughed as Sehun and I joined them, gaining a playful glare from me.

It’s funny to think that I originally wanted nothing to do with Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Suho. Sehun had befriended the three in one of his music lectures, and when I first met them I believed they were nothing more than rowdy, immature womanisers. With a lot of convincing from Sehun (boy would not shut up about it), I managed to give the boys a chance and am now proud (albeit embarrassed at times) to call them my close friends. In fact, I’m pretty sure Baekhyun and I have a thing now. Don’t quote me, but he’s developed a habit of being really touchy-feely with me recently, but we’re not dating. I didn’t have many girl friends at all - I didn’t need them. It’s hard enough to focus on college, my part-time job, and socialising as it is, I don’t need the added factor of girl drama.

As we all gathered around Chanyeol, I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket, followed shortly by a loud ‘ding’. After we managed to take a couple of nice pictures together without much incident (ignoring the fact Baekhyun screamed “SUHO YOU’RE STANDING ON MY FOOT!” and Sehun hit my stomach because I was “covering his beautiful face” with my “man shoulders”), I pulled out my own phone and read the text.

“Sehun, looks like we have interest in our spare room!” I exclaimed, showing the text to the blond.

’Hi, Y/N, my name is Irene Bae and I saw you were looking for a roommate for your apartment? I’m interested! I’m at the café near the university right now and I’d be happy to chat with you’,” Sehun read out loud before adding, “she’s there now?”

“I guess,” I replied, quickly texting Irene back.

“Are you guys leaving now?” Suho questioned, the obvious disappointment on his face matching that of Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s too.

“I guess so. Come on, Y/N, if we hurry we can catch the train and get there a bit earlier,” Sehun said, grabbing my hand and tugging me away from our friends.

“We’ll catch up with you later, I promise!” I shouted back to the three. And as I turned back around, I swear I caught Baekhyun wink at me.


2nd February, 10:37am

I quickly brushed a hand through my windswept hair as Sehun and I entered the quiet, cosy café. I scanned the shop, smiling when I made eye contact with a couple of people from my lectures. “Where do you think she is?” Sehun muttered, urging me forward towards the register attendant.

“Not sure. I might go have a look around and see if I can find her,” I replied, breaking away from Sehun to sweep the café with my eyes. Sehun nodded and waited to order our usual drinks while I shimmied past crowded tables towards the back of the building where I knew it was less populated. And there, sitting at an empty booth facing away from me, sipping a cup of coffee, was a girl. I knew it was her instantly - I would have definitely noticed a girl with bright bubblegum pink hair like hers before. She had headphones in and was nodding her head ever so slightly, completely absorbed in her own world.

I gulped loudly and built up the courage to go up and talk to her. She noticed me and pulled out her headphones quickly, flashing me a dazzling smile.

“You must be Y/N? I’m Irene. Take a seat.” The girl gestured to the seat opposite her and I sidled in, trying to act as at ease as Irene was. She gave me another wicked smile and asked whether I wanted to order anything; I explained Sehun was already doing that.

I suddenly felt very underdressed in my heavy sweater compared to Irene, you know, as if she was Cinderella and I was one of the ugly step sisters. Every time Irene moved, the glint from the fluorescent lights reflected off her dark blue contacts. It was really distracting.

“You’re very pretty, Y/N,” Irene commented. As she spoke, I realised I’d barely said a word to her, choosing to stare instead - but it seemed Irene had been doing the same thing.

“Thanks. I like your hair. It’s very…interesting,” I replied, causing Irene to laugh. And as I sat there listening to the melodic, high pitched sound, I felt all my worries disappear. Irene explained how she’d actually been dared to dye her hair, and I realised Irene seemed lovely and I would have no problems having her as a roommate.

“Oh hey, you must be Irene,” Sehun said, squeezing in beside me and passing my hot chocolate over. “It’s really nice to meet you.”

“You too!” Irene replied. “Seoul really is a beautiful city.”

“You’re not from around here?” I questioned, sipping at the scalding drink in front of me.

“No, I’m from Daegu actually,” said Irene. As Sehun and I listened to her tell hilarious stories from her childhood, I barely noticed time passing. In fact, it was as if time had stopped completely - we’d been let into Irene’s own little world and nothing but us three mattered. She really was a captivating person. Sehun and I asked Irene all the basic questioned you’d ask any potential housemate, and we told her we’d contact her  soon - though it was clear we’d both made our minds up already.

“She’s so lovely!” I gushed the minute we left the café. “She’s the best candidate we’ve seen, Se.”

“I agree,” Sehun said before playfully pushing my shoulder. “If she moves in, maybe you’ll finally have a friend of your own - a girl nonetheless!”


9th March:

“I’m pretty sure this is the last one,” I exclaimed, placing one of Irene’s heavier boxes on the floor in her new room. Irene poked her head over the side of her bed and flashed her signature smile at me. “You’re the best, Y/N. Seriously, your help is much appreciated,” she replied.

“No problem.” I stood there for a moment,  watching my new roommate pull out handfuls of books from one of her boxes and slam them down on her desk. I turned to the door and said over my shoulder, “I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Wait, Y/N. Come and keep me company. Unpacking boxes can get super boring by myself,” Irene whined, looking up at me with large, innocent eyes. “And once I’m done here, maybe we could paint each others nails?” After seeing the sceptical look on my face she added, “you know, girly things.”

“Girly things…” I repeated slowly.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to! I just thought it would be nice to get to spend some time together, just us two, since you Sehun have been so nice in showing me around Seoul. But we don’t have to if you don’t want too.”

I was starting to realise already that Irene had a way to get people to do what she wanted them to do, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. However, I did think it would be nice to get to know Irene more.

“No, it sounds nice! It’s just, I’ve never really had friends who were girls before. I don’t even have any sisters,” I admitted, joining my roommate on the floor.

“That’s a shame, Y/N,” Irene replied, grabbing a bottle of baby pink nail polish. “Because girls are really fun. If you ever have boy troubles or friend drama or just want to talk, I’m here.” The smile Irene gave me was so genuine, and I knew I’d just made a very crucial friend.

I could feel Irene’s endless smile directed at me as I careful painted her fingernails. I was talking about nothing really - my family, my university major, life in Seoul. And Irene listened to every word I said. It was weird. I’d barely known Irene a month but it felt as if we had been friends since time began. There was no awkwardness between us, oddly enough, and I suddenly realised what I’d been missing by only having guy friends.

“Irene, looks like you forgot one box,” Sehun stated, poking his head into Irene’s room and grinned when he saw us lounging on the floor.

“Excuse you, I was just in the middle of educating Irene which boys to stay away from and which would be more than happy to ‘help her study’, if you know what I mean,” I winked back, eliciting a groan from Sehun.

“You’re impossible, Y/N. I’ll go get that box for you,” he called, backing away from the room. Once he was out of earshot, Irene turned to me and said, “you two are a cute couple.”

At first I thought I’d misheard her, so I asked Irene to repeat what she said. She did, and when I was sure she thought Sehun and I were dating, I couldn’t help the laughter bubbling out. As I rolled around on the carpet, clutching my stomach, Irene simply gave me a confused smile. “Did I say something?” You’re not having a seizure, are you?”

Her comment only made me laugh harder, and it took me a good minute to regain my composure. “We’re not…Sehun and I aren’t dating,” I managed to say through giggles.

“You’re not? Ah, that’s so embarrassing!” Irene cried, burying her face into the soft pillow beside her to stifle her own laughter.

“Wheeew, I can’t breathe,” I gasped just as Sehun returned with Irene’s box. Seeing his face, and the utter idea of Sehun and I dating set me off into another fit.

“Y/N’s broken, she won’t stop laughing!” Irene shrieked, hitting me repeatedly with the pillow and soon collapsing beside me. My ribs ached, cheeks stung, and I was gasping like a fish, but it was an amazing feeling. I’d never laughed so hard in my life - I didn’t want this moment to end.


18th April:

Irene ran a hand over her velvet skirt, smoothing it down for the hundredth time in the past minute. “Seriously, Ren, you’re going to ruin the material on your skirt if you keep rubbing it,” I stated, grabbing Irene’s hand and pulling it away from her clothes.

“I know, I know,” she sighed, giving me a half-hearted smile. “I’m just nervous.” I turned from my place on the bench to face her. We were waiting at the local bowling alley and Irene had been worried about this moment for the whole day. Sehun had suggested that we introduce Irene to Suho, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun, considering they basically lived at our apartment anyway.

“Nervous? Why?” I chuckled.

“You just talk about your friends all the time; they seem so cool.”

“Trust me,” I snorted loudly. “They are definitely not cool.”

And as if they’d heard me insult them, the three boys, along with Sehun, sauntered into the bowling alley. “Who’s the one on the left, Y/N?” Irene whispered furiously to me, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.

“Uh, that’s Baekhyun. Why?” I replied, waving at my friends.

“Because he’s beautiful,” Irene gushed, clasping a hand over her mouth. The boys approached us and introduced themselves to Irene, and I suddenly felt rather queasy at the idea of her possibly having a crush on my friend, but I managed to ignore it.

“Okay, let’s get this game started then!” Chanyeol exclaimed, eliciting cheers from the rest of us. Suho went first, and to our utmost surprise he got a strike on his very first go. Baekhyun joked about leaving now since Suho had clearly won already, and then it was Sehun’ s turn. He released the bowling ball with such force, but still managed to get a gutterball. Twice.

We all booed at him as he sat down, an embarrassed smile covering his face. I knocked down a cool seven pins (I’d never been that great at ten-pin bowling anyway). Baekhyun got the same as me, and Chanyeol managed to knock down nine. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves - until Irene stood up to take her turn.

The first ball she bowled zoomed straight into the gutter so she turned around to face the boys. “I’m not very good at this, would someone be kind enough to help me?” She toyed her bottom lip with her teeth and batted her eyelids, shutting the boys up instantly, their joking insults towards each other style of bowling fading into nothing.

I narrowed my eyes at Irene suspiciously, trying to work out exactly what she was up to. Irene and I had been to this exact bowling alley a few weeks ago, and I remember I was groaning 95% of the time because Irene kept getting strikes. If she was so good at this, why was she pretending she wasn’t?

The boys shared a look quickly, silently deciding who would be the lucky one (A/N: wow that unintentional pun) to help Irene before Baekhyun stood up, wiping his palms on his jeans. I wasn’t all that surprised Baekhyun had been appointed the task by the boys’ silent jury - he’d sworn off dating after a bad breakup awhile ago, and I guess his friends just wanted him to get back out there again.

Irene giggled as Baekhyun stood behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and swung her arm backwards to bowl. Team Baekrene got a strike. Of course they did. Baekhyun gave me a small smile as he walked back to his seat, while Irene leaned into me as she sat back down, whispering something about how strong Baekhyun apparently was.

And it continued like this - Baekhyun would pull Irene close to him, helping her bowl even though she did not need his help at all, and Baekhyun would glance in my direction after he had, confusing and frustrating me at the same time.

“They make such a good couple,” Sehun commented to me, watching our friends basically feeling each other up adoringly.

“Yeah, they sure do,” I grumbled sarcastically. Sehun gave me a look of surprise before chuckling. “No way. No damn way. Y/N is jealous? Of Irene?”

“I’m not jealous!” I hissed back, but it was clear to both Sehun and I that I was blatantly lying. The truth was, I could feel my insides bubbling with envy every time Baekhyun flashed his bright smile at Irene, and I felt myself gagging when she giggled like an immature schoolgirl in response. Maybe I felt this way because Baekhyun was undoubtedly an incredibly beautiful human, no one could argue against that. Maybe it was because Irene had literally been in Seoul for two months and was getting more male attention than I had in my whole 22 years of living in Seoul. Or maybe it was because I’ d never had a proper boyfriend before despite my best efforts, and Baekhyun was the only boy who’d ever really showed me any attention (he had a way of making me feel so special even though we weren’t dating). Maybe it was because Baekhyun’s flirting was the closest thing I’d had to a boyfriend, and yet all Irene had to do was bat her eyelids and Baekhyun was drooling all over her. Who knows.

I tried my best to focus on the game at hand, but trust me, it was very hard with Baekhyun and Irene so obviously flirting right beside me. That was Baekhyun and I’s thing (although we were never that conspicuous about it). Despite this, everyone else seemed to be having a good time - Suho was crowned Ten Pin Bowling King, while Irene and Baekhyun not-so-discernibly swapped numbers. Everyone left with smiles on their faces - which is all I cared about. No matter the reason behind those smiles.


13th May, 3:17PM:

“Y/N, have you been on Irene’s Facebook recently?” Sehun called as I entered our apartment; he was curled up under a blanket on the couch and was stuffing his face with buttery popcorn.

“You’re an animal,” I laughed, dropping my bag and jumping next to him on the couch. The Hangover was playing quietly on the television, although Sehun wasn’t paying it any attention. “Why, should I have been checking her Facebook?”

Sehun shifted and thrust his phone in my face, watching me expectantly. I had to steady his swaying hand to see that he had Irene’s Facebook open to one of her more recent statuses, posted yesterday evening.

‘He asked me out, I said yes! #feelingblessed #luckiestgirlalive #cutestcoupleever,’ the status read. Attached below it was a photo of the new couple;  Baekhyun’s lips were on Irene’s cheek, her eyes were scrunched up, and she had an adorable smile on her face. It was true, they were the cutest couple ever.

I felt a feeling stir inside me, an emotion that I couldn’t even begin to describe at the time but that, in hindsight, should have been a big warning sign for me to keep my distance. But I couldn’t see that at the time - all I could see was my two best friends being all lovey-dovey cute together. It was gross.

“Holy, look how many likes it’s got!” Sehun exclaimed, his eyes bulging out at the nearly 700 figure. “I’m not surprised,” I replied lowly. “Irene’s become so popular recently.” Sehun simply chuckled. “It’s not all bad: we’ve also become a lot popular too.”

It was true. Irene may have gained lots of friends, but I doubted she would ever want to replace Sehun and I as her best friends. She would often invite us out to all these different events with her new friends (most of whom were girls, which was awesome for me because I gained a lot more female friends). As well as meeting tons of new people (including two charismatic boys named Bambam and Taeyong who often studied with me at the library), my popularity had risen to extraordinary levels. I suddenly found myself being invited to all sorts of parties I’d never been able to even dream of attending before, and I had my own group of friends now that didn’t consist totally of Sehun’s friends. He was right; Irene’s sudden popularity wasn’t all bad.

Sehun and I had just settled down enough to focus on the movie playing when the front door clicked open and laughter poured into our apartment.

“-reaction was absolutely hilarious!” An unfamiliar voice roared, so I peered over Sehun’s shoulder and saw the voice belonged to one of Irene’s many friends. She was very pretty, and I recognised her from around university. I could tell her and Irene were close. I think her name was Willow? Or maybe it was Wanda? I forget some times.

“I know right! It was to die for. Thanks for the ride home, Wendy!” Irene said, hugging her friend before shutting the front door.

Ah, Wendy.

“Hey guys!” Irene greeted, although she barely looked our way before sauntering down the hallway to her room. I glanced at Sehun who shrugged, turning his attention back to the TV.


13th May, 4:56PM:

“Anyone home?” I questioned, banging my knuckles on Irene’s door loudly, causing the ajar door to swing open with a creak. Our movie had finished and we had expected Irene would have come out to tell us about her exciting news by now - but she hadn’t. So Sehun and I decided to investigate ourselves.

“Come in~” Irene sang out in response. She was spread out on her bed but repositioned herself so she was now sitting crosslegged. She was tapping away furiously at her phone, undoubtedly texting one of her close friends, and she was unable to stop a wide smile from covering her face.

“So…when were you going to tell us you and Baekhyun were dating?” Sehun asked excitedly, waving his phone in her face much like he had done with me. Her smile suddenly faded upon hearing Sehun’s question, which caught me off guard.

“Were you even going to tell us at all?” I gestured to the date the status had been posted; over 24 hours ago.

“Well, I mean yeah, eventually, but…” Irene started, but soon trailed off. She stared at us both before giving me a sympathetic smile. “But not straight away.”

“Not straight away?” Sehun repeated, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“Well, I probably would have told you, Sehun. But I might not have told Y/N straight away,” Irene stated bluntly. I stared at her in shock, and I’m pretty sure my jaw hit the floor. What did she mean by that? Weren’t we supposed to be best friends?

Irene must have noticed the upset look on my face because she quickly added, “only because I know how close you are to Baekhyun, and I didn’t want you to feel like I was stealing him away from you or anything.” Irene glanced down at her bedsheet sheepishly, and I could tell she was being honest but it still didn’t lessen the pain and embarrassment I felt.

And my deep blush must have gave me away because Sehun patted my hand and rushed on, “well, I know both Y/N and I are extremely happy for you two.” Irene smiled brightly and uttered her thanks, so Sehun continued. “By the way, don’t forget we’re going to the baseball game on Saturday night!”

I wasn’t a major sports fanatic, but Sehun had managed to score a few free tickets and thought it would be fun for the three of us to go together. “Oh, um, I can’t sorry,” Irene mumbled. Suddenly, her phone was very interesting to her again.

“You…can’t?” Sehun shot me a brief look that seemed to say ‘is this girl serious’, before turning his attention to our uncomfortable roommate. “Yeah, sorry. I think Nayeon is having a party that night. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.” Irene was doing an awful lot of apologising and had suddenly become the queen of avoiding eye contact.

“Oh, that’s okay then,” Sehun claimed, but I could tell he was hurt, if only slightly. Anyone could - his voice was barely above a whisper. “I think I have something to do now,” he added, retreating from the room and heading back to the lounge.

“Look, Y/N, I’m really sorry that I can’t come to the game with you guys anymore, but you need to understand we spend so much time together anyway!” Irene said, looking up and finally meeting my harsh gaze. She was apologising, but there was no hint of remorse in her eyes. She knew how much this game meant to Sehun, and she didn’t even care.

“Yeah, I know,” I replied sarcastically. “That’s what best friends do, generally.”


15th June:

I have no idea why I agreed to this. Absolutely no clue. You see, Irene invited me out for brunch with her at this cute little restaurant in the middle of Seoul; but conveniently forgot to tell me that it was actually a double date and she’d organised one of her friends to be my date.

So here I was, on a double date with Irene, Baekhyun, and some guy named Lee Jooheon. Jooheon seemed nice enough (and he was pretty attractive too), but I was so furious Irene had tricked me into going on this stupid double date that I couldn’t focus on anything he was saying.

“So yeah, as I was saying, Y/N hasn’t really had a boyfriend before, so you’d be her first!” Irene gushed, causing a hot blush to form on my face. I’d only been here for ten minutes and already I wished I could melt into the seat and never show my face anywhere ever again. However, I couldn’t do that.

“I don’t think he really needs to know that, Irene,” I hissed.

“Nonsense!” Irene laughed loudly, the sort of obnoxious sound a group of middle aged women would make when one of them tells a really terrible joke. I grumbled under my breath and noticed Baekhyun was watching me. He had a small smirk on his face and winked when I looked up. We sat across from each other in our little booth and this was definitely not the first time I’d caught him staring at me.

In fact, he managed to maintain eye contact even when Irene pressed herself up against him and placed a lazy kiss on his cheek. Every time Irene said something embarrassing about me, Baekhyun would nudge my foot with his own under the table and give me a small smile. At least someone else realised that what Irene was doing was humiliating.

“If you’ll excuse me, I just have to use the bathroom quickly,” Jooheon said, giving me a small smirk before escaping to the toilets. “Ah, I’ll go pay for the bill,” Baekhyun added, following Jooheon’s actions by giving us a small grin before departing. Irene gave him a big smile in response, but it quickly disappeared once he was out of earshot.

Leaning closer to me across the table, Irene growled, “do you think I’m stupid, Y/N?” She was so close to me that I could feel her breath hot on my cheek, and I pulled back quickly. “W-what? Why do you say that?”

“Do you think I don’t see the way you look at Baekhyun? The way you’ve been oogling at him this whole time? I’ve tried to set you up with a lovely guy, but you can’t keep your eyes off my boyfriend. I knew you were a threat, Y/N. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll back off.”

I could feel hot tears pricking at my eyes and I blinked rapidly, started at how cruel my supposed “best friend” was being. I desperately wanted to defend myself, but the lump in my throat made that near impossible. I could only hold Irene’s glare as her glossy lips curled up into a smirk.

“Glad we’re on the same page,” she whispered, just as both boys returned.

“Sweet, everything is paid for,” Baekhyun smiled. He glanced between Irene and I and rushed to add, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah, Baekhyunnie. Nothing’s wrong.”


26th July:

Ah yes. Possibly the absolute worst day of my life. Well, more like the day my perfect life crumbled and shit hit the fan.

Jooheon and I had swapped numbers after our nightmare of a double date, and we’d stayed in contact even though I explained I wasn’t interested in dating him (he was so sweet about it too, bless!). The other day, Jooheon had invited Irene and I to a party his friend Wonho was hosting. But since Irene hadn’t really talked to me since she accused me of trying to steal her boyfriend, I didn’t tell her about our invitation (I figured she would find out about the party eventually away), and took Sehun with me instead.

Everything seemed to be going fine; Irene turned up with Baekhyun as I had predicted would happen. It was only as the night progressed that I started to experience a harrowing, constant feeling in my chest. It was hard to describe what it was or pinpoint why I was suddenly feeling this way, but I instantly knew something hugely terrible was going to happen. Ironically, I think I felt this way because of how untroubled everyone else was.

Alcohol was definitely, 100% flowing at this party. Every room I entered held a least one large group of drunk friends, laughing and yelling louder than I would have considered acceptable in my own apartment. I guess this Wonho guy was a lot more lenient than I was. Or he just didn’t give a shit.

Now, I’d never been much of a drinker (the agonizing hangovers then next morning were more than enough to stop me drinking too much, usually) but tonight was different. Maybe I drunk to try to sooth the pain in my chest, or to lessen the effect the howling screams of drunkards had on my newly formed headache.

“I’m just going to go…somewhere,” I slurred, hitting Sehun hard on his back.

“Make good choices!” Sehun grinned as he turned to face me.

Oh, the irony!

I gulped back another cup of alcohol (I’m not too sure what it actually was, it tasted like vodka mixed with something else but I couldn’t be too sure what. By this time I didn’t really care what was in it anyway - I was far too wasted to be wary about such a small thing) and stumbled into the closest room: a second lounge.

Music was blasting from the stereo in the corner, and there was a group of rowdy younger boys surrounding a pool table. I started heading in their direction for god knows why, but someone intercepted me first.

“Y/N, just the girl I wanted to see!” Baekhyun cheered, giving me an adorable lopsided smile.

“You wanted to see me?” I replied, giving Baekhyun a sceptical look. “Where’s Irene?”

He suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the lounge and down the hall. The unexpected skin-to-skin contact sent a rogue shiver down my spine and I tried to pull my hand away instinctively - Baekhyun’s vice-like grip prevented us from breaking contact.

“She’s passed out on a couch in some place or another. Girl cannot handle her alcohol,” Baekhyun chucked, throwing open the door of a bedroom and scowling when he found it was occupied already.

“Out,” he instructed, grip still firm on my hand, and the couple sucking each other’s faces off scurried out of the room as fast as their drunken bodies could manage. I couldn’t stop a gasp from escaping my lips when Baekhyun closed the door and slammed my body against it.

“What the hell?” I managed to puff, but my words faded into nothing when I noticed how close Baekhyun’s face was to mine. He was probably only a foot taller, but he seemed to tower over me as I shrunk back into the door. I was totally wasted, but I could still make out the different tones of brown in his irises that I’d never noticed before.

“I need you, Y/N,” Baekhyun confessed, his voice low and raspy. His breath was hot on my cheek, and I could smell the reeking stench of alcohol on it. Baekhyun was drunk too, but nowhere near as tipsy as myself.

“But you have Irene,” I mumbled, and I was sure he wouldn’t even be able to hear me. To be honest, I was surprised at how I managed to resist jumping his bones right there and then.

“I have Irene, but I want you.”

I managed to take one last peek at Baekhyun’s eyes before his lips crashed onto mine: his usually soft, warm eyes had completely darkened and he looked like a hungry predator eying up its prey.

After a minute of desperate kisses, Bakehyun suggested we go somewhere more private, so that’s what we did. He suggested that, since he wasn’t really allowed to be seen making out with a girl other than his girlfriend, I pretend I was too sick to stay at the party and he would say he suddenly remembered an assignment he had due tomorrow. And that’s how we managed our great escape.

I learned two things that night; the first was that lust is a crazy, bubbling cauldron of desire and need, and once you get a taste of it, it courses through your veins and takes control of every inch of your body - from your legs to your fingertips to your tongue and even your mind. It’s wanting what you can’t have, what you shouldn’t have, what you know is absolutely and utterly wrong to take, but being completely unable to stop yourself from taking it regardless.

The second thing I learned that night was that Irene was right: I was a real threat to her relationship.


31st July:

Okay, I lied. When I said July 26th was the worst day in my whole existence, I was lying.

Today was the day everything went downhill. I guess you could say I was standing on the top of a really tall building, creeping closer and closer to the edge: July 26th was what caused me to fall off the very tall building, the 31st is what I experienced just before I hit the ground.

July 31st started out like any other day. It was the middle of summer, and I remember thinking it would be nice if my apartment had a pool. I’d been very good at keeping Baekhyun and I’s one night stand a secret, and I’d made Bakehyun promise he would never tell a soul, especially Irene, for obvious reasons.

In fact, I’d even seen the two together in the wake of our hookup: they looked as happy as could be and as much as it pained me to see them being all cute together, it was so much better than having Irene find out what had happened.

That day I had both my courses (a photography course and an English language course) which meant I had to walk almost literally from one side of campus to the other. Usually I didn’t have a problem with this (it’s a hassle, that’s all) but today seemed different.

I noticed that whenever I glanced in boys’ directions they would stare back with a glint of hunger in their eyes, and when I made eye contact with a group of girls they all glared daggers at me. Synchronised scowling. If I hadn’t been feeling so self conscious, I probably would have laughed.

It was only when I walked past the girls that I realised why they felt so compelled to stare: “See, that’s the girl who slept with Irene’s boyfriend,” one of the girls stated, pointing straight at me. I recognised her as one of Irene’s friends but I didn’t know her name. “She’s not even that pretty,” another girl added as I rushed past them.

At first I thought I was hallucinating. There was no way anyone knew about Baekhyun and I, right?

I was wrong. I managed to make it to my English class without anymore trouble, albeit the usual stares. I was just settling into my normal seat when two boys in front of me turned around. I recognised them as Vernon and Seungkwan - I was on good terms with the both of them as I often let them copy my answers.

“So, Y/N, is it true that you had sex with Baekhyun?” Seungkwan blurted out.

“You can’t just ask that, Seungkwan!” Vernon chuckled, but still looked at me expectantly.

“Oh, I am terribly sorry. Y/N, oh kind, wise, answer-sharing Y/N, is it true that you may have had sexual relations with the handsome Byun Baekhyun?” Seungkwan said in a posh voice. By now, a lot of the class was looking at us. My heart dropped.

“It’s not true,” I uttered, just loud enough for the two boys to hear.

“It’s what?” Vernon questioned, leaning closer.

“I-I need to go.” I packed my bag quickly and left the class as fast as I possibly could - there was no way I was staying in there to play a whole hour of Twenty Questions.

As I was heading home, I felt a mix of emotions. It was hard to pinpoint just one. I felt confused because I had no idea how everyone had found out, but at the same time I felt absolutely devastated because I knew exactly who had told them (it certainly wasn’t me, I hadn’t even told Sehun), and then I felt a wave of sadness that Baekhyun, someone who up until recently I considered a good friend, could share something so intimate.

When I got home, all I wanted to do was crawl up into my bed and sleep the remainder of the day away, but that’s not what happened. The door to our apartment was wide open and boxes sat outside it innocently - I could instantly tell that something was wrong.

“Y/N, I have absolutely no idea what’s going on,” Sehun stated when I walked into the living room. “I had literally just got home when all this started. She screamed at me for conspiring with and defending you?” He gestured to Irene’s room where the loud clatter of miscellaneous items landing on each other were coming from.

I stood near the doorway, the threat of having something thrown at me stopped me venturing further. Irene was angrily grabbing items off her desk, wall, and from her wardrobe, shoving them into cardboard boxes.

As if sensing my presence, Irene stopped her movements and snapped her head up, glaring right into my soul. She stood up and headed towards me with fire in her eyes, and I genuinely feared for my life. Stopping close to me, Irene stated, “You’re a bitch,” before slamming the door in my face.

“Y/N, what the hell was that about?” Sehun questioned when I remerged from the hallway. “ Are you okay?” The worried expression on Sehun’s features told me that he really did care about whether I was okay or not, but shame stopped me from confessing the sin I had committed. I really wanted to, but I just couldn’t.

“Yeah, Se. Nothing’s wrong.”


2nd August:

Remember when I said this past week was like I’d been pushed off a really tall building? Well, I finally hit the ground.

I spent most of the day at this cute little reserve near my apartment where I knew it was unlikely I would run into anyone I recognised. It seems that all I do now: run. Run away from my responsibilities. Run from my problems.

I was supposed to be meeting Suho and Chanyeol right now for lunch, but I couldn’t bear to face them. No doubt they would be bombarding my phone, which I’d left at home, but I was certain their texts would get lost among the numerous other notifications I had.

You see, a few days ago, people would tell me face to face what they thought about Baekhyun and I - which wasn’t the nicest feeling but I could handle it - but now they’d turned to social media to humiliate me, to call me degrading names where all my friends and family could see. So that’s why I was skipping lunch with Chanyeol and Suho, and ditching my classes for the day - I needed time away from it all, to think about how everything had gone oh so terribly wrong. I had no doubt my phone was buzzing away with hate - I seemed to be more popular now than I was before all this happened.

It was late afternoon when I finally decided to head back home. I was feeling just slightly more positive now that I’d thought about my situation and managed to come up with a mental game plan for my next moves.

That was, until I spotted a small van driving way from our apartment. Painted on the side in bright red letters were the words ‘Seoul Movers’. I bounded to the apartment, taking the stairs two at a time, and found a sombre looking Sehun starting at the blank television screen.

“Sehun?” I asked quietly, sliding up to the couch and staring at my friend.

“Irene’s gone. She moved out,” he monotonely replied. I knew this was going to happen; Irene packing boxes a few days ago and the moving truck were a dead give away, but I’d held on with false hope that Irene and I would be able to talk this situation out. Instead, Irene wouldn’t even make eye contact with me, let alone talk to me.

The last of the peaceful feeling I’d managed to hold onto from earlier today drained from my body completely and the reality of my situation fully hit me. Because of my stupid, stupid mistake, I’d managed to ruin a good relationship, my reputation, and I’d lost my best friend.

And as for Baekhyun, I didn’t even know where to start. I was so incredibly mad at him but it was still nowhere near as close to matching the anger I felt towards myself.

“Hey hey hey,” Sehun cooed, noticing the silent tears that were creeping down my cheeks. He stood up and wrapped me in his warm embrace. “It’s okay, silly.”

“No, it’s not. I’ve fucked everything up. I’m such a failure,” I wailed, burying my face into Sehun’s fluffy sweater. He didn’t say anything else, instead he hugged me tighter which I believe reassured me more than anything that he could have said would have.

We stood there for what felt like an eternity, and in that moment I realised I’d never felt more thankful for a single person that I did just then.


yay we can get married now ily all

His Precious Little Flower

My precious little flower

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Plot: Bucky is dating a girl who owns a flower shop but he hasn’t told any of his friends including Steve about her because he’s protective of her and doesn’t want them to scare her off because she’s shy. the team end up stalking him to see where he goes and they see him kissing her inside her shop.

A/n surprise I’m actually posting this a day before I was going to ! I hope you guys like it. My next fic is going to be a winter13 smut so look out for that

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Bucky Barnes was in love, its as simple as that. The only problem was that he hasn’t told his friends about you. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of you, it’s just that he knows how his friends were and he didn’t want to scare you off. You were totally ok with the fact that Bucky hasn’t introduced you to his friends. From what you’ve seen on the news they were very confident and that intimidated the hell out of you.

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Dating Jinyoung would Include:

Originally posted by jypnior

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Thank you anon so much oh my god, I was thinking about this earlier actually.💕

I’ll start with how yall end up together alrightyy?? Alright

  • You and him probably met over silently judging the same tall lanky kid who was doing weird dances in the middle of the produce aisle
  • Seriously this kid is doing this weird super hero dance and laughing to himself like a maniac
  • “What’s this kids problem?” You whsipered to Jinyoung after you saw that he too was looking at this random kid funny
  • “I dont know? Drugs maybe.”
  • Yall both just kinda just walked away from that kid and started talking
  • Okay but you would come to later find out that kid was Yugyeom
  • Jinyoung dead ass finished shopping with you and left without Yugyeom
  • “It was nice meeting you.”
  • “You too.”
  • He’d be too shy to ask you for your number tbh so he just got in his car and left
  • He probably always volunteered to go shopping from that point forward in hopes he’d run into you
  • “Okay but try not to leave Yugyeom next time.”
  • I mean no problem if he promises to stop acting like a fucking crackhead
  • He was so lowkey about what his true intentions were
  • Fast forward a few weeks and yall run into eachother again he actually says hi
  • Yall are talking and then Mark comes up to him and is like “ahhh hi. So this is why you have been wanting to do the shopping?”
  • Dont worry though King Savage covered his ass real quick
  • “No Hyung, I have been wanting to because yall never get the right things you uncultered swine.
  • You probably wrote your number down on your receipt with the words:
  • Here, since your chicken ask wont ask for it
  • And handed it to him before you got into your car and drove off
  • He deadass probably fell in love with you bc holy shit you one sassy bitch
  • He waited a week to text you
  • Literally spent hours trying to figure out what to send until he finally decided to to go with:
  • I’m not a chicken 🙄
  • You cant help but laugh at how stupid he is because he left you waiting a week only to end up being petty
  • Two can play at this game
  • Sooooo you made him wait two weeks
  • He was going mad waiting for you bc like he thinks he is so handsome and charming that he cant understand why you didnt reply right away??
  • Literally he is being to grumpy
  • Or…. grumpier then usual, like he is being so mean to yugyeom!??
  • Finally you text him with:
  • Mhmmm sure you arn’t.
  • After that yall texted 24/7 like talking about how embarrassing your friends are and how much you hate things and love kids
  • He mentioned he was a singer/dancer but you didnt believe it ans teased him about it
  • “Fine. You dont believe me?? I have practice tomorrow. Come watch.”
  • And after that you became a new part of the group; as in it went from watching practices to treating them to lunch to them treating you
  • Jackson and Mark fucking love you and like… Jinyoung is super jealous bc like he likes you alot ???
  • Finally he tells you but like he is so nonchalant about it
  • Suddenly it became Jinyoung and Y/n featuring the boys, like everyone wonders why yall arn’t dating yet ???
  • Fast forward to when yall actaully start dating
  • Yall are basically the parents of got7
  • He treats you like a princess
  • His idea of a date is going to a nice restaurant and letting you order anything and everything you want
  • He loves seeing you in a beautiful dress and as he wears a nice suit with his hair pushed back nicely
  • Of course you dont give a single fuck around him so while you are shoveling food into your mouth he is silently judging you
  • Until of course he actually judges you
  • “Could you be any more disgusting?”
  • “I dont know, could you look anymore like a rich stuck up asshole?”
  • He just smirked at you like he always did when you sassed him back
  • Fuck he loved when you did that
  • Dating Jinyoung would include alot of begging from Yugyeom for you to ask Jinyoung to be nicer to him
  • ALOT of teasing from Mark and Jackson
  • Jinyoung being jealous thst you hang out with Youngjae and coco more then him
  • But like dogs.
  • Constant ‘rude’ comments thrown your way for literally anything you do
  • The sex is so random like sometimes its before bed
  • Sometimes its up agaisnt a wall before the boys get home
  • Jinyoung takes care of you sexually before he takes care of himself
  • Shoulder kisses
  • Wow this boy kisses your shoulders and collar bones so much
  • Like wow
  • He likes when you rest your head on his chest so he can wrap one arm around your waist and the other holding your head delicately
  • You feel so safe holy shit
  • He is SUPER protective and is actually alot more affectionate then you’d think
  • Is actually kinda whiney at times
  • You’ve probably talked him into being a sub ONCE
  • Dating Jinyoung would include name calling
  • Anywhere between ‘Princess’ and 'dumb ass’
  • He plays with your hair alot
  • Sings you to sleep
  • Is actually a Prince like there is no way he is not a Prince
  • He is also kinda your best friend as well
  • Dating Jinyoung would be a mixture of love and hate (the hate being teasing and calling each other names)
  • But goddamn he loves you
  • All thanks to judging Crackhead Yugyeom in the grocery store
Spencer Pratt’s track by track reputation review

1. “…Ready for It?”

It’s such a “here we go, boom,” turning the ignition on her Lamborghini or whatever she wants to have. That’s the vibe it has. “In the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do, baby” — that right there, even with all the new songs, hits me so hard. I’ve heard it now a thousand times and every time it makes me sing to the clouds. That is poetic, like some shit Robert Frost would have been writing back in the day. Now that I know it’s the first on the album, it’s just even more powerful. It’s showing the swag that she’s gonna bring. Are you ready for it? I wasn’t actually ready for it. And the “let the games begin” — she already knows all the haters are gonna be out here. All the little blogs, all the little posts. Let the games begin. She knows she just brought this heat on so many people.

I’m so torn because I’m such a Kardashian diehard. I’m in such a weird predicament in this situation because she gets me so angry at Kim and Kanye on this album. It’s gonna be weird being a Kim fan post-Reputation. I’ll see how I can handle it. Maybe I’ll just only love Kris Jenner because you can’t blame Kris for anything.

2. “End Game”

Here’s the thing with “End Game.” Future is one of my top 10 all-time, so when I saw the track list leak and I saw Future on it I was so excited. Heidi thinks it’s fine. She thinks I’m way too Swift ganged out, she’s like, “He barely spits eight bars, Spencer.” I’m like, “Yeah, those could have been eight bars of Taylor lyrics.” That’s how deep I am right now in the Taylor gang where I didn’t need either of them on that song. I don’t need to hear Ed Sheeran rapping. When he started singing I was like, “OK, homie’s got pipes.” I’m feeling those singing parts. But him rapping with his Irish accent, I was like, “Come on now.” I don’t need this in my life. I don’t need Taylor to be on any records with anybody, just like I wouldn’t need Michael Jackson to be on a record with somebody. At a certain level you’re only wanting to hear that person because they’re a damn superstar. But I started liking it because my conspiracy mind was like, “Ooo, maybe Future doesn’t like Kanye and there’s more to this.” Like he hit Taylor up like, “Yo fuck Yeezy, let me get on a record with you.” Future’s eight billion times doper than Kanye so it’s kinda like, “I don’t need Kanye West I got Future on my team.” I hope Kanye’s now like, “Damn, Future’s riding with her.” That makes me like it, if there’s a conspiracy that Future wanted to piss off Kanye.

3. “I Did Something Bad”

This should be the next single, one billion percent. I hope she spends $10 million on the damn music video. I don’t know what she did bad, so I think that’s the joke. I feel that. Because I didn’t do anything bad and I got straight up hated on The Hills for somebody lying about their own thing they were lying about and I become the liar and the leaker. I love this because I’m like, “OK, if I did something bad it feels so good because you’re the damn liar.” I’m thinking she’s referencing this whole Snapchat thing, I don’t know. I’m sure the Swiftie YouTubers will break it down better than I will. For me, I relate to it because I didn’t do anything bad and I got hated and I have no idea why people hate on Taylor. Because she wants to have a really good image? Because she didn’t go out like Katy Perry and act like she’s some damn politician in the media? I don’t know wanna know who Taylor votes for. I don’t care. I wanna hear hit damn records out of her and that’s it. I wanna see her go on dates in Rome with frickin’ Tom Hiddleston. That’s what I wanted to see, not her running around with Hillary Clinton. I’m sure people are like, “She could have stopped Trump.” No she couldn’t, people! Hello, Hillary won the popular vote! What, is she gonna switch the electoral college vote? I don’t think so, so everyone needs to move off of, “Oh, I hate Taylor because she didn’t campaign enough.” I hate that shit. She’s a frickin’ pop star.

4. “Don’t Blame Me”

This one’s amazing. This is what I imagine I’m gonna play when I’m feeding my hummingbirds. My hummers are gonna love this one. I also love it because I just had a baby and my baby’s definitely like my drug that I’m straight high off of, snorting his little hair off his head daily, so again I feel like she’s writing for me. I know she’s talking about Joe or whatever. By the way, I need to do more research about Joe because this guy is frickin’ Romeo on steroids. He’s got Taylor so damn sprung it’s overwhelming. I feel like she just made her own Ex Machina robot Ava but Joe. She went to the mountains to live next to the waterfall and had Google make her a boyfriend.

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Singledad!Tom (the beginning) HC

Originally posted by peterbparkerr


SingleDad!Tom is my life source tbh so here we go! I think I’m going to do a couple of these headcanons/blurbs because I love Little Alana. Also before you ask yeah I made Alana mixed because I wrote a headcanon about Tom x black reader, and a part of it had him doing the little girls curly hair and I fell in love with that so expect that to be a part of this Alana “series”. The actual reader though will be vague enough to imagine yourself in that part. I hope you guys enjoy, let me know what you think. Love you guys!

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Word Count: 1891

Warnings: Swearing and fluff

Taglist: @tbholland @stephie-senpai @cersei-lannister


  • Tom was in a pretty stable relationship with a dancer he’d met while filming in NYC named Kaya.
  • The two knew how to have fun together and enjoyed each other’s company.
  • The relationship came to a close however when the two got into an argument about not seeing each other enough that ended up with screaming and glasses being thrown at Tom’s head.
  • Kaya stormed out in a rage and it was safe to assume that relationship was over.
  • Tom moved on with his life, not wanting to dwell too much on the girl he did have serious feelings for.
  • Flashforward about a year later, Tom gets a phone call from his publicist flipping out on him.
    • “Do you know what you’ve done!?”
    • “Oh my gosh, I stopped myself before I spoiled it too-”
    • “No, not that. You’ve done something big, just Facetime me.”
  • He’d call her on Facetime and would see her with a baby in her lap.
  • To say he’d be confused was an understatement.
    • “Congratulations?”
    • “I should be saying congratulations, this little one was left in my office today with a note. You got Kaya pregnant.”
    • “Shit.”
  • He would be filming a Spiderman movie in Atlanta and paid for his publicist to fly down asap.
    • Let’s just say she wasn’t exactly happy about having to fly with a random child, who did not like her and would not stop wailing.
    • She ordered a lot of champagne on that trip.
  • Tom would first meet his little bean when he got home from filming to his Atlanta home. He’d walk inside and see his publicist in the living room with the baby girl sitting on a blanket grabbing at a stuffed animal. 
  • His heart stopped in his chest. She was beautiful.
  • The angel had dreamy chocolate eyes, chestnut curly locks, and caramel colored skin.
  • She had those adorable little pinchable cheeks.
  • “Holy shit you weren’t joking,” Harrison said coming in behind Tom. 
  • The little girl looked up at her father and his best friend.
  • Tom gently got down on his knees and came close to the little girl.
    • “Hi princess, I’m your daddy.”
    • The little girl grinned letting out a satisfied gurgle, trusting the stranger for some reason.
  • His publicist introduced the little one as Alana and she was 5 months old.
  • Tom pulled his daughter into his lap and hugged her close to his chest. She was his everything now and would make sure she had the whole world.
  • His publicist showed him Kaya’s note which simply explained how she was sick of being a mother and needed to live her life and he should never contact her.
  • He was PISSED to say the least. While he was glad he now had his daughter, he didn’t understand how his ex could just drop her off with no second thought. 
  • He contacted his lawyers and had them serve her with official papers giving him full custody so she couldn’t change her mind and make his life a living hell. Now that he had Alana he couldn’t imagine having her taken away from him.
  • At the beginning of his fatherhood journey, things were a little rocky. Tom had a tight filming schedule which involved early mornings and late nights.
  • He took his little girl to set with him and she was very clingy. 
  • She wasn’t sure how to feel about all the hustle and bustle of the set and felt comfortable in her father’s arms. 
  • The first time she saw him in his Spiderman suit she was confused. Tom chuckled at her wrinkly little forehead as she looked at him intently. 
  • He was really cautious about holding her while in the suit because spit-up on a 6 figure costume was probably not something Marvel wanted.
  • There was a very close call where Tom had been spinning her, not realizing she had just finished a bottle. One of the production assistants recognized the familiar look on the babies face and snatched her from his hands letting the little girl spit up on her instead of Tom in the expensive suit.
    • “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Tom hastily apologized, reaching to grab Alana back.
    • “Don’t worry, I’ll clean her up,” The woman said, already covered in the small girl’s snack. 
    • “Um thanks, Y/N I appreciate it.”
    • “No problem, Tom.”
  • Whenever Tom had to get his hair and makeup done Alana was right in his lap, cuddling up to his chest.
  • At the early morning shoots, the little one would have a tradition of falling asleep in his lap while getting his hair done.
  • He would smile down at his lap watching her little snores.
  • Alana became the set baby.
  • The whole Spiderman cast and crew fell in love with her. 
  • Zendaya and Jacob were especially soft with the little one, both having nieces and nephews.
  • Jacob would promise to teach her how to sing and also started calling her the Trinity’s baby.
  • Zendaya would buy Alana new clothes and offer to help do her hair, knowing Tom was helpless on the topic.
  • Everyone would joke that Alana’s allowed to see the script but Tom’s not because she’s a better secret keeper than him.
  • He attempted to keep her a secret for as long as possible from the outside world because he didn’t want the little one traumatized from yelling and cameras in her face.
  • He knew it was inevitable to keep her a secret forever, but he was doing a pretty good job. 
  • Marvel doubled down on security making sure no one on set took pictures of Alana and if they did they should expect to be hit with 2 lawsuits. One from Tom and one from Marvel.
  • So far, no one on the outside had suspected anything. The only “questionable” thing he did was switch out his usual sports cars for an SUV but that could just be reported as a change of style.
  • The first time Alana met her Uncles and Grandparents were during a filming break in November. While everyone on set was having Thanksgiving, he went home to show his little girl off to his family.
  • They took a private plane (thanks, Sony) back to London so they could be comfortable and Tom wouldn’t have to look over his shoulder every five minutes, paranoid someone knew who he was and was taking pictures of him and his girl.
  • She was surprisingly well behaved on the flight, sleeping most of it off in her car seat.
  • Tom looked at her lovingly and snapped a few pictures of her then placing a kiss on her forehead.
  • When the plane landed, he would have Harrison take Alana so in case someone did recognize him he wouldn’t have to explain why he had a child with him.
  • They made it through customs seamlessly and found the twins waiting for them with a car.
    • “Let her favorite uncle see her first,”
    • “Fuck off, Sam she’ll know I’m way cooler.”
    • “Can you divs shut up she’s still sleeping,” Tom would snap ending the arguing.
  • The car ride was spent catching up with each other, when they’re halfway home they hear a tiny little yawn.
  • Tom lifts up the blanket and chuckles as Alana rubs her sleepy little eyes.
  • “You’re home princess, isn’t that exciting?”
  • Arriving at the Holland home, Tom could barely get through the door without everyone bombarding him to get a look at the Holland girl.
  • He placed the car seat on the coffee table and removed the blanket, showing her angelic little face.
  • Everyone awwed. They’d seen the few pics Tom had taken but now she was actually there.
  • “You have the same eyes,” Nikki smiled lifting her granddaughter out of the car seat. “Aw, I’m going to spoil the mess out of you little one. Isn’t that right?” She cooed. Alana squealed. “You need to stay with us all the time, so you end up with our accent isn’t that right? You’re a London girl aren’t you?”
  • Dom would ask when Tom planned to show Alana off to the world, to which Tom responded “probably eventually, or never. Never works.”
  • His parents forced him to come up with a gameplan for revealing the secret, knowing he’d just be more upset if it came out not on his own terms.
  • The final solution was to have Harry take a black and white photo of having Tom hold a sleepy Alana against his shirtless chest, and then have the caption “Daddy’s sleepy angel”
  • The post blew the fuck up
  • The entire family turned their phones off just from the vast amount of calls, texts, and social media notifications they’d got.
  • Tom spent the rest of his break just enjoying time at home before he knew he had to face the public.
  • There was one call that he did pick up, Y/N’s.
  • Ever since she’d saved his suit, the two had been talking to each other. 
  • Alana normally switched between her and Harrison whenever Tom was acting on set. 
  • Tom would feel comforted by his friend’s nice words.
    • “Me and my girl will be alright, don’t worry about us.”
    • “We’ll amp up security on set if you need it. And we can make sure your flight comes in at a low traffic time.”
    • “I’ll figure it out. Thanks for checking up on us.”
  • The return back to Atlanta was…a mess. A hot mess. There was a genuine mob of people waiting for Tom, Haz, and Alana once they made it through customs.
  • The loud screams startled the baby girl, making her wake up and started crying.
  • Her father would try to shush her, but the tears did not stop.
  • Obviously, the mob of people heard the baby cry and it made them go even wilder.
  • Tom hurriedly tried to exit the airport with security, doing something he rarely did which was ignore signing things for fans.
  • Before he could fully exit someone yanked the blanket off the baby girls stroller, exposing her tiny eyes to the flashes.
  • All her father could see was red. He was visibly shaking out of anger that they, first of all, had the audacity to follow them, upset his child and then attempt to put their hands near his baby.
  • Harrison could see this anger and pushed his best friend ahead before he could do something he would regret. He grabbed Alana’s stroller, blocking her face with his body and practically running to the car.
  • In the car, Tom sat in the back seat with Alana and tried to soothe her cries. He was still tense but had a light touch with her. Her cries got quiet, as she wrapped her tiny hand around his fingers.
    • “It’s alright angel it’s okay.”
    • “I thought you were going to punch someone in the face,” Haz spoke up from the passenger’s seat.
    • “I should have.”
  • From that horrible experience, Tom was even more careful with Alana seeing how panicked she got the first time.
  • She was his whole world and he’d protect her as such.
This is Not a Love Story: part 2

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To tell a good love story on screen, scenes, dialogue, camera angles and shots are important. Usually you have lots of quiet “get to know you” moments. Or single shots showing one of the love interests reactions. You need to give obvious and believable reasons for them to be falling in love. Television caters to the lowest common denominator for exposition. Usually its the big plot twists and mastermind moments that are subtle little easter egg hints.

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ESC

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore, but I know I ain’t apologizin’ for nothin’. Tagging @toxiicpop, @oraclegazes and OF COURSE @hardcorewwetrash. Enjoy!

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I WENT TO THE TORONTO DIAMOND EDGE CONCERT AND THIS WAS MY EXPERIENCE
  • ok first of all it honestly didn’t even hit me that this was ACTUALLY HAPPENING
  • then the lights dimmed & svt was thERE and i realized holy fucking shit this was real i’m seeing them in reAL LIFE HOLY SHIT
  • let me tell you, they are all fucking STUNNING. they look like they do in all the pictures/music videos except IN PERSON and it was incredible, they all had perfect skin and looked absolutely gorgeous
  • my friends and i had seats pretty up close (in row F) but on the far right so we saw everything from a weird angle, luckily we had aisle seats so i had some space to see, but i mostly ended up focusing on the members dancing closer to our side of the stage
  • they introduced themselves and i lost my shit at every single one of them
  • hoshi was so hyper god bless him he was jumping all over the place and fooling around and had so much energy i was so happy to see that, he did the whole “what time is it” and everyone shrieked “10:10″ it was amazing
  • IF YOU DIDN’T THINK I WAS LOSING MY SHIT SEEING WOOZI IRL WITH THAT GORGEOUS LOWKEY FADING RED HAIR YOU THOUGHT WRONG, HE WAS SMALL BUT BREATHTAKING
  • they were definitely pretty tired, though. seokmin was laughing and having fun on stage but he was pretty subdued at some parts, and jun and wonwoo were too. i think jun had a headache or something, poor thing
  • ok but the songs tho
  • it was so insane?? like they just went song after song and barely had time to take a breath except for when they changed into different outfits
  • vocal unit’s songs were performed in snazzy suits and they were lounging on thrones and shit with lightning and bats in the background i never would have thought their stage would be a BROODING VAMPIRE CONCEPT but here it is and i want to draw the shit outta that
  • hip hop unit was so fucking good, i didn’t film a single second of their mixtapes bc me and my friend nush were too busy jamming tf out. it was so funny, everyone around us was just kinda screaming and filming it but you see us assholes by the aisle getting hyped
  • seungcheol was being a rude ass motherfucker the ENTIRE time, running his hands through his hair and having it all messy and shit, holy crap he was so hot i lost my entire soul when he went close to our side of the stage
  • VERNON’S STAGE PRESENCE THO, LIKE BOTH HE AND HOSHI HAD THE BEST STAGE PRESENCE
  • wonwoo is SO SKINNY, i don’t think i can call minghao a scarecrow anymore bc at least he’s buffing up his arms, wonwoo was a fucking beanpole and i probably could lift him over my head
  • performance unit was sO good!!! they performed everything i ever wanted to hear. they started off with oh my god & i lost it, then proceeded to lose it further with swimming fool, highlight, and my i
  • holy shit, my i. holy shIT
  • this probably isn’t in order, by the way, the entire night is a blur
  • they had a brief intermission of sorts where they showed us pictures of svt as kids and it was sO CUTE. i was dying at seokmin’s though bc they just had that pic of him in like middle school or smth with that dumb hair and dumb glasses but they shoWED IT TWICE JUST WITH DIFFERENT FILTERS I WAS CRYING
  • anyways they said they’d give us a “hot stage” and i was immediately like yes yes yes yes yes idc what you’re giving us i WANT IT
  • and they perfORMED ROCK I WAS LOSING IT I COULDN’T BELIEVE ITTTT
  • they also performed chuck and it was so cute bc afterwards soonyoung was trying to teach us the “CHUCK CHUCK BRRRRR CHUCK” move and it was absolutely adorable
  • anyways when vernon started to say “it’s the end of the concert” i got so shook bc it literally felt like the concert just started??? the entire concert itself was like 2 hours but it didn’t feel like it at all!
  • but they performed don’t wanna cry and then an encore of shining diamond and healing and it was lovely
  • we had a special project where during healing we held up banners and shit and they looked genuinely so surprised and touched
  • like vernon and josh kept repeating how touched they were, and mingyu looked like he might start crying, and seungkwan was really close to my side of the stage and you could see how his eyes were shining and how bright his smile is, like they were all so heartfelt and humble and kept talking about how much they enjoyed the concert and how happy they were to be here and how they want to come back to toronto as soon as possible
  • it was that exact moment where i realized i fucking love svt so much and i sold my entire life to them
  • this was supposed to be one concert i can splurge on and then never again, but after seeing that i decided my wallet can fucking deal with it
  • anyways the hi touch went by so fast i was a little disappointed, like u rlly didn’t have time to do anything but maybe blurt out an “i love you” to every member and give them a hi five
  • like honestly, unless it was like the kcon hi touch where you actually HELD their hands and got a couple seconds with each of them them, i don’t think i can believe anybody who says they managed to utter out even a sentence and get a response back from them, our security kept pushing us through and shouting to us that “it’s a high five not a handshake” 
  • they were all even more gorgeous up close!!! the first one was chan and he had the sweetest smile but you could tell the poor baby was tired
  • and then not in order bc i can’t remember SHIT, but i remember jun and mingyu looking tall and gorgeous, and seungcheol smiled and touched my hand sO softly with his hair falling into his eyes jesus christ
  • ok but seungkwan??? actual angel. everyone says you can tell how much he loves and appreciates all of us carats and they’re all absolutely fucking right.
  • i’m so sad that i didn’t get the chance to say anything more to even josh or vernon who might understand me, i was so overwhelmed and rushed i could only say “thank you” to all of them dfgpaegpe i should have told them how much i loved them
  • ANYWAYS WHEN I GOT TO WOOZI I WANTED TO DIE, I COMMITTED EVERY FEATURE TO MEMORY, HIS EYE MAKEUP MADE HIM LOOK SO SOFT AND HE SMILED AT ME WHEN I THANKED HIM AND I WAS SO SHOOK
  • seokmin and jeonghan were right after him and i completely forgot about them both bc i was so shook by jihoon, i’m so sorry seokmin i’m so sad i can’t remember you (i think he was really tired too tho)
  • minghao was last and he gave me that adorable smile with his cute ass button nose and i WANTED TO CRY
  • so yeah my left hand touched all of their hands and one day i want to go to a concert that has an event where i can really talk to them all for a couple of seconds, i just want to be able to tell them how much i appreciate them for everything they do for us

SOME HIGHLIGHTS OF THE NIGHT

  • there’s some drama going around on twitter right now where soonyoung apparently threw shade at the fans mobbing them at pearson airport but idk if it’s actually true or not, it was hard for me to hear where i was standing but i knew for a fact that the translator was pretty terrible lmao he couldn’t keep up with svt at all
  • there was a disabled fan in a wheelchair up in the front on our side of the stage and they were all so sweet, they always smiled and waved at her, especially seungkwan and soonyoung
  • they really made sure that everyone felt noticed, they made sure to look around and wave at everyone in the balconies and shit too
  • jeonghan was an absolute angel???? he really made sure us carats on the far right of the stage felt appreciated, he took a lot of time to come close to our side and wave at all of us i wanted to cry
  • mingyu was really good with waving at us too, he’s tall and skinnier than i expected but an actual darling. my pal nush has a video where they were all lined up and he looked almost rIGHT AT HER and waved just as she was moving the camera to film her man junhui she was dying on the train this morning when she found out lmao
  • seungkwan too!!!
  • i blew a kiss at seungkwan when he was kinda looking in our direction and he smiled and wagged his finger and i thINK IT WAS IN RESPONSE TO ME??? IDK IF IT WAS REALLY BECAUSE OF ME BUT I WAS DEAD ANYWAY BOO SHOT UP MY BIAS LIST SO FUCKING FAST BECAUSE OF THAT
  • anyways i can’t believe that happened and i’m emotionally exhausted and dead, it was such a fantastic experience and i can’t wait to do it again someday
What am I to you? PART 4

When your heart got ripped out, wonho tried his best to heal it. And somehow he managed it that you felt safe again. Just as you began to fall in love with him, the man you loved the most appeared. 

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You’re My Strong Soldier

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader, some OC (Alexei Petrov) for ya bc I know nothing

Warnings: Uhhhh violence, Bucky hits a child like once, BLOOD, talks of Bucky’s past, angst, not much really, this is pretty much just fluff

Summary: Reader is pregnant and is asked to stay off the missions for her own good and to work from home. Bucky comes back from a really tough mission with Steve involving some kids being captured by HYDRA and starts to question whether he’s going to be good for his kid or not.

RUSSIAN TRANSLATIONS (idk if they’re accurate, they were googled hahah):
моя принцесса = My princess
Где Вы такин’ я, ребенок? = Where are you taking me, kid?
Моей семье, господину Барнсу = To my family, Mister Barnes
Настолько хороший из Вас, чтобы присоединиться к нам, Зимнему Солдату = So nice of you to join us, Winter Soldier
возлюбленный = Sweetheart
Я люблю вас так много, мою королеву = I love you so much

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Kuroko no Basuke: Last Game (feat. my shameless fangirling)

Look, AkaKuro’s standing next to each other! ❤❤❤❤

The order of everything I’d written here might be in random, because I was mentally screaming all the way through the entire movie. Mentally, because I couldn’t just shout “FUCK THAT’S MY OTP!!! AREN’T THEY BEAUTIFUL TOGETHER??” with anime heart eyes every time AkaKuro appeared on screen. I’m in the cinemas with equally brooding fanboys and fangirls so nope.

This is full of spoilers and shitposting. Proceed at your own risk. XD

  • Kagami’s backstory. Who would’ve thought that such a bright ray of sunshine was once a tol angsty child. Well, everyone probably went through that phase so-
  • THE CALL
  • THE ASSHOLES AKA TEAM JABBERWOCK
  • One thing I realized while I was watching the entire Strky vs Jabberwock match was how much I love Kasamatsu, Miyaji, Imayoshi, Okamura, and Higuchi (I don’t even know this guy but I love him unconditionally okay?). So, yeah, basically, everyone in Team Strky.
  • I was waiting for Kasamatsu to slap Nash in the face after the guy spit on his hand, but– *3*
  • ANGRY KISEKI KOUHAIS IS MY NEW KINK
  • The GoM greeting each other in the gym is the most precious thing ever
  • AKASHI ❤ I’m biased so–
  • Kuroko following Kagetora in Roppongi to confront the Jabberwock. 
  • Everyone taken aback by Kuroko’s disappearance lol
  • Kuroko’s boyfriends protecting him after Nash kicked him. DAMN I GOT SHIVERS AT AKASHI’S EXPRESSION HERE.
  • Akashi: Stop
  • Kuroko: Akashi-kun.
  • Akashi: I understand. Knowing you, you probably want to settle this in a basketball match.
  • I literally just mentally scream my head off every time AkaKuro is next to each other
  • EIGO
  • The match’s setting was different from the one in the manga. And the other characters watched them live which was also different.
  • GET READY FOR TEAM VORPAL SWORDS BITCHES
  • (Btw, there were two guys sitting few seats to my right in the cinema who were doing a live commentary of every fucking scene the entire time. I was torn between getting annoyed and fanboying with them because what they were whispering to each other was what I was thinking at that exact moment.)
  • Everyone being OP AS FUCK
  • MOSTLY KISE
  • GODDAMMIT KISE WHY ARE YOU SO OP????
  • Midorima’s remote control
  • SAKURAI IS AOMINE’S HARDCORE FANBOY IS2G
  • Fucking Silver
  • FUCKING NASH 
  • Murasakibara and Silver’s match up
  • GODDAMMIT STOP HURTING MY TREE SON
  • Silver is an ass
  • Pouting Murasakibara *sound of angels’ choir in the background*
  • Everyone giving way to each other so the team could win. #PRECIOUS
  • THE TEAM PLAYS. #I’MCRYINg
  • Kuroko: *joins the game*
  • Jabberwock: LMAO So weak-looking
  • Jabberwock [5 seconds after Kuroko played]: WHAT THE FUCK??????
  • DID I MENTION THE TEAM PLAYS??? The AoKaga?? Midorima and Kagami highfiving each other? Murasakibara and Kagami double-teaming Silver? And ofc who could forget AoKi double-teaming Silver
  • Kise’s Perfect Copy + Aomine’s Zone = beautiful AoKi babies
  • I swear even Momoi could feel the AOKI in the air. She was too overwhelmed that it brought tears to her eyes. lol
  • Kise and Silver’s one-on-one
  • “Kise is the strongest player on the court.” Dude… I already knew that, like, 5 years ago.
  • Nash’s passes WTAF
  • Murasakibara getting hurt again. STOP HURTING MY TREE SON I SAY
  • Takao getting jealous of Akashi and Midorima’s teamplay. Don’t worry Shin-chan’s all yours already. :3
  • BOKUSHI AND ORESHI’S CONVERSATION. THIS IS IMPORTANT
  • Kise failing to make the shot because he’s too damn exhausted already. Somebody take his place aaaaaahhhhhhh :’((((((((((
  • BOKUSHIIIIIIIIIII
  • “Leave the rest to me, Ryouta.”
  • WHY DIDN’T THEY INCLUDE THIS: “Akashi-kun is Akashi-kun. There is no difference.” THIS IS, LIKE, THE ULTIMATE AKAKURO MOMENT. I’M SO SAD ;-;
  • “Right now, Akashi’s the most reliable person on the court.” He’s also the most reliable in be– //slapped
  • Mayuyu supporting his kouhai from the sidelines. HOW CUTE
  • Also, can we talk about Mibuchi’s new hairstyle?
  • Midorima’s three pointers. Also OP as fuck
  • “My shots will not miss.” His shots through Takao’s heart will also never miss. ;)
  • Midorima trying to make Kagami feel better. Holy shit the world’s ending soon
  • Nash’s ability was translated in the movie as “Barrier Eye.” But I actually heard “Belial Eye” every time it was mentioned. But it was called “Demon Eye” in the manga. So which is it? @-@
  • YOU FUCKING DARE TO ANKLE BREAK AKASHI??? KARMA IS SHIT, YOU–
  • AKASHI VS NASH
  • GIVE MURASAKIBARA A DAMN RUBBER BAND
  • YOU DARE FUCKING INJURE MURASAKIBARA????
  • MURASAKIBARA’S SMILE CAN PROBABLY CURE ANY KIND OF ILLNESS.
  • ANGRY KUROKO IS AT THE TOP OF MY KINKS
  • AOKAGA IN THE FREAKING ZONE TOGETHER ;)
  • EVERY DAMN TIME AOMINE SHOOTS THE BALL
  • “Goodbye.”
  • NAked Akashi
  • Oreshi and Bokushi fanservice DAMNNNNNNN I NEED MORE. I love the way they parted in the movie, with all the hands holding and the changing of perspectives and just… everything.
  • Akashi was about to give up
  • Then Kuroko appears in his line of sight
  • Then everyone gets an instant power up
  • AOKAGA DUNKING THE FUCKING BALL TOGETHER
  • GoM + Seirin bonding moment™
  • Kagami’s leaving for America.
  • WHY THE FUCK IS HE LEAVING??? THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN IN THE MANGA????
  • ANGST
  • DON’T MAKE ME START ON THE AIRPORT SCENE
  • God just remembering it makes me tear up
  • WE HAVE SOME CANON KAGAKURO SCENE HERE
  • When Kagami ran back to Kuroko, I thought he changed his mind and would say: “It’s more fun playing with you and the rest of the team.” But they just said goodbye to each other and Kagami was thanking Kuroko for everything and all these onion ninjas just started popping out of nowhere and I was dying inside. :’((((((((((
  • Holy fucks I think I didn’t watch the complete final scene? Now I’m sadder. I mean, I saw some spoiler about the GoM talking about the future or smth?? I DIDN’T SEE THAT. ;-;
  • LASTLY, WHERE THE FUCK IS NIJIMURA??????? ;-:

Apparently, my lil bro backed out from watching this with me, and I ended up watching it with my dad. Though, in all actuality, he just slept and woke up about quarterway through the movie. And I think he enjoyed the rest of the movie, because he didn’t sleep after that, and that was SOMETHING because he always just sleeps whenever he comes with me and my siblings to the cinemas. 😂😂😂😂 Anyway, I’ll add the others once I remember them.

I BETTER LOOK FOR THAT EXTRA SCENE NOW.

believe in me, part three

i finally did it, here’s the third and final part to believe in me!!! thank you all so much for reading i appreciate all of you so so much. i hope you like it ((:

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Harry’s knee bounces up and down, hands clasped and resting on his legs as he watches her from a chair across the way. She’s crying quietly, curled on his couch, a blanket draped over her. He had put on the TV so she’d have something to distract herself.

She sniffed, “Can you stop staring at me?”

Harry keeps staring, "You really shouldn’t be here.”

"You already let me in.”

It was true, he had.

She had been standing there in his doorway, looking all helpless, and he immediately forgot he was upset with her, stepping to the side so she could walk into his flat.

But now, now he was angry again.

"Do you even care that you’re putting me in the middle of this again by being here? God knows what Jeremy would do if he found you here.”

She looks at me like this thought never occurred to her. "You’re right.” She stood up immediately, walking to the door where her suitcase was. “I’m sorry.”

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A Midsummer Night’s Dream (to change a life)

Words: 10.3k

Genre: fluff

Warnings: little bit of swearing, homophobia, (light) drinking mentions

Description: Dan Howell is a rising star in theatre, Phil Lester is an actor acclaimed by the audience and the critique. They both get a role in the same play.

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A/N: apologies for any typos or mistakes made, I’ve read it over too many times and don’t notice them anymore. Shoutout to @palephantom for letting me rant endlessly about this without hating me! 


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SnK Chapter 96 Poll Results

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There was an increase of strong NOPES with 6.5% rating this chapter a 1 verses .07% for chapter 95,  but otherwise like last month, the majority gave the chapter a favorable rating.

With every chapter focusing on the Warriors, they steadily climb the list of some of the greatest characters I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading about. I love everyone in this manga, but the complexity, moral ambiguity, and tragedy of these three just continues to astound me. No matter how this manga concludes and no matter how imperfect AoT is as a whole, I applaud Isayama for writing some of the best antagonists I’ve ever seen.

Warriors background and sob story is always good to see. However, I do want a bit more progress in the story. I can wait a bit longer to see Paradis cast.

96 is probably the highlight of Marley focus so far, and is a well deserved title. It honestly never crossed my mind for some reason that we would see the opposite side of the attack on Paradis, and it did surprise me with how much of a rush and danger it was for RBA.

I liked the other chapters better since they weren’t all about flashbacks; they had a nice mix between current and previous events

I don’t really like the Marley chapters but this chapter has been amazing. Best chapter of this arc so far.

It has a huge emotional content but I feel like it had less substance than previous chapter. The insight on Annie is interesting though.

i think seeing the fall of wall maria from RBA’s perspective was a very good (and heartbreaking) decision for yams to make, and a good way to segway into finally revealing what the SC are up to hopefully lol

It seems like Isayama has a thing for writing heartbreaking and sad chapters in August *sides eyeing to chapter 84* and btw, I’m still not over serumbowl. I don’t even think I'llbe over that someday ;;-;;

It was really insightful to see more of RAB and actually see R&B relationship with Annie (I honestly thought Annie hated them and vice versa). We didn’t see 3 monsters but 3 little kids, traumatized and forced to shed innocent blood

fuck this chapter, i dont even mind the marley chapters but this literally told us nothing interesting aside from royalty not being subjects of ymir

 

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