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anonymous asked:

You and H get into a fight at Anne's house while staying there please

It had been a stressful week for not only Harry, but you as well. And although you tried hard not to let your mood affect Harry, he wasn’t doing a great job at doing that himself.
Harry was sweet; a gentleman, that until he was pissed off and stressed. He became cold and would have his anger triggered by the slightest thing. Normally, he’d apologize an hour or two after he snaps which sends you both to your happy relationship again, both of you talking everything out.

But it had been a week, not a few hours. You had problems at work, the home cooked meal that you had been dying to try to cook from the internet was burned, you dropped your phone down the toilet and you had two cherries on top; Harry and your period.
But a week ago, Anne had invited you and Harry for dinner along with Gemma.

Harry was dependent on the fact that you remembered that tonight was the dinner night, getting ready with no words shared. You changed in the bathroom while he changed in the bedroom; something that you hadn’t done in so long.

The drive to Anne’s house was agonizing. No tunes playing and no words shared, just the uncomfortable silence and the murmurs of “for fuck’s sake”’s that left Harry’s lips whenever someone did something stupid on the road.
When you arrived to Anne’s house, you expected Harry to stay and at least say anything, anything at all. But Harry was the first to get out of the car. You sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out, following Harry who now stood on the doorstep and had already rung the door bell.

“Awe! Come inside!” Anne instantly opened the door, pulling the both of you inside before hugging Harry tightly. “Someone needs to shave that.” She patted his chin.

He chuckled, “Was meaning to, slipped out of my mind.”

“Move along, now. I want to greet my future daughter-in-law.” Anne giggled, pushing Harry aside.

You tensed. Although it was something Anne had always said but now, you weren’t sure how to feel about it; how Harry felt about it. You hugged Anne tightly, almost as if she was putting you back together.

“I miss you, too, but I do know that this is not just a greeting hug.” Anne whispered, rubbing your back soothingly.

You didn’t realize your eyes were tearful until you pulled back and Anne cooed sympathetically and pulled you back for another hug. “Is it my son? Did he do this?”

You only sniffled, pulling away to wipe your tears. “Can we talk about this later, please?” You asked quietly.

“Of course.” Anne rubbed your back before you both walked towards the living room where you were engulfed in a hug by Gemma the second she saw you.

She then punched you in the arm, making you wince and hold it. “What was that for?”

“For me having to find out you got promoted from Sarah the other day. We should have celebrated!” Gemma whined.

You bit your lip, feeling Harry’s eyes on you in confusion and shock.

“Uh, it'a nothing really.” You chuckled nervously, shrugging.

“Oh, stop with being humble now, silly. Of course it’s something! Gem, take out the champagne.” Anne grinned. “And come help me with setting up the table.”

“I’ll help you.” You said quickly, walking towards her.

“Nonsense. Gemma owes me a favor for something anyway.” Anne smiled.

“Do I?” Gemma asked, looking at Anne confusingly who shot her a glare, “Oh,” She whispered, “Oh! I do, yeah.”
Anne grabbed her giggling daughter’s arm, dragging her behind her and towards the kitchen.

You sighed, sitting on the chair opposite to the couch where Harry sat.
“Why didn’t you tell me you got promoted?” Harry asked.

Your head snapped towards him in shock before a bitter chuckle left your lips. “Really? Really, Harry?”


“I texted you the day I got it. Told you I have big exciting news. You came home, fucking looked me in the eyes when I had dinner for both of us, candlelit might I add and then you went to bed.” You whisper yelled, not wanting Anne or Gemma to hear.

For a moment, guilt washed over Harry’s face before he turned cold again. “You didn’t even check on me to see if I was fine that day.”

You gasped, “Are you listening to yourself right now?”

“I am actually, yes, very well.” Harry said sarcastically, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Why am I the one who always has to give up my comfort for you? You haven’t touched me, let alone talk to me at all for the past week. Every time I try, you find a way to turn it to a fight. You have been so fucking selfish, Harry.” You let the tears fall.

“I’m being selfish? So I have to fucking pamper you like a child now to actually show I care? What do you want me to do? Buy you stuff? Is that what you want? Is that the kind of comfort you want, Y/N?!” Harry shouted, standing up.

“What are you trying to say, Harry?” You gasped, standing up. “Are you telling me that I’ve been in this relationship for 2 years because I want your money? Is that what you’re trying to say?” You shouted, getting closer to him as he rubbed his face with his hands with a groan. “I told you that you haven’t touched me nor talk to me and you think I want you treating me like I’m a child?”

“Listen, this isn’t what I meant. I’m so-”

“If you’re not happy anymore then just say it. Break up with me. But doing this,” You cried, gesturing between you, “This is hurting me so much, Harry.” You let your head fall, sobbing.

“No, no,” Harry quickly put his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. “Fuck,” He whispered under his breath, “I would never want to break up. I am happy with you.” He cooed.

“You sure don’t act like it.” You mumbled, not hugging him back.

Harry sighed before sitting down on the couch, taking a hold of your arm and pulling you down gently to him to make you sit on his lap where he wrapped his arms around you. “I know this isn’t an excuse for how much of a dick I have been but I’m so scared of how fast my life is going right now, my career. I started taking it out on you because you’re the only one who doesn’t give me shit for being myself and I guess,” He paused, shaking his head, “I guess I took this for granted. I’m so sorry, baby. I love you, so much. I’m sorry I have been a massive dick for the past week and I’m terribly sorry for not celebrating your promotion and making it seem like it didn’t matter to me. I really am proud of you, love. So much.”

“You really were a massive dick.” You mumbled, fiddling with your fingers.

Harry chuckled, tightening his hold around you before pecking your cheek. “I really was.”

“I love you, too.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around him, burying your head in his neck.

“I’ll be better, I promise. I’ll make it all up to you.” He whispered, his head nuzzling in your shoulder as he closed his eyes in satisfaction and comfort. Now he knew what had he been missing.

“Dinner and champagne are ready!” Anne announced with a cheerful tone.

“Also, no make up sex!” Gemma shouted before you both heard a smack and Gemma wince, “Just kidding, just kidding!”

You both laughed before walking towards the two, now with happy and warm smiles.

The walk was peaceful as they left the party behind, the easy atmosphere that had fallen between them interrupted only by the sounds of the city at night. Slowly, tentatively, Alec allowed his hand to graze the back of Magnus’ as they walked. Magnus glanced down at the touch, before firmly sliding his fingers between Alec’s and squeezing. God, they’d both missed this. There was something so simple yet satisfying in the familiarity of holding hands with the person that you love; a tether to provide comfort after a long day spent fighting.

Alec smiled down at their joined hands and then back up to meet Magnus’ warm gaze. Alec was so distracted looking at him, in fact, that he almost didn’t see the pole of the street light looming in front of him until it was too late. Magnus tugged him sideways at the last moment, and Alec found himself stood face to face with his grinning boyfriend.

“Excellent reflexes, shadowhunter.” Magnus teased.

Alec couldn’t help smiling back, the nickname holding none of its earlier animosity, “In my defence, you distracted me.”

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BTS REACTION: seeing you in their clothes.


Originally posted by bwiseoks

He’d be all smiles but find it sexy as well.

The shirt was too big on you yes, which he found very cute, so he decided to watch you as you made breakfast. But as you reached for something in the cupboard the shirt rose up, exposing your legs and butt slightly, giving him a perfect view and making his eyes widen.

“Don’t, I might get ideas” He said hugging you from behind. But he’d soon go back to freaking out about your cuteness, showering you with kisses and sweet words.


Originally posted by cyyphr

He’d feel proud in a way. Lucky even.

Seeing you in his shirt would show that that wonderful human being was his.
He’d try to hide his smile and act indifferent when you came to ask him something but when you were about to walk away he’d pull you down unto the couch with him and cuddle you. “You’re mine.” He said simply, closing his eyes and smiling into your neck. 


Originally posted by jaayhope

He’d be so giddy and all smiles.
You were wearing leggings and one of his sweaters. Your hands were completely hidden in the sleeves and the sweater went way past your hips.
When you walked into the living room, swaying the sleeves happily, he couldn’t hold back a grin. It was so cute. He came over to you grinning widely and took your face in his hands kissing all over until he reached your lips.
“You look so cute Jagi.”


Originally posted by bangthebae

He’d find it incredibly sexy.

You were wearing one of his dress shirts that hung loosely up till mid thigh. As you were busying yourself in the kitchen to prepare breakfast some of the top buttons had come loose showing that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He’d be quite touchy while you were talking about something insignificant. When you asked him if he even heard what he said he’d answer with “Not really” or “You’re too distracting.” and kiss you passionately. 


Originally posted by jimiyoong

Another one that would find it either sexy or cute.

When you put on his leather jacket because you were cold when you were both talking to the boys outside, he’d be dying of cuteness and would show you off to the rest of the guys. But when you wore on of his shirts at home with nothing underneath, you probably wouldn’t be wearing it for long.
Either way, he’d be like “This is my girl.” 


Originally posted by bwipsul

He’d be extremely clingy and cuddly.

You’d just e walking around, doing whatever you needed to do that day, wearing his shirt and a pair of shorts that were barely peeking out underneath. Whenever you’d stop somewhere he’d come to hug you or he’d call for you.
“Jagi! I want your love.”
Basically, you wouldn’t get anything done that day.


Originally posted by vismyhope

He’d be so confused the first time.

You two wouldn’t be dating yet but you were friends for a long time before so when you two stayed out late one night he’d offer for you to sleep over at his place as he found it too dangerous to go home alone at that hour.
He gave you one of his shirts to wear. When you came out of the bathroom with just the shirt, he was stunned. You were removing your makeup and braiding your hair in front of the mirror in his bedroom so he could use the bathroom but he didn’t budge. You looked at him in the mirror to see him staring at you and you gave him a confused look. He walked up to you and turned you towards him slowly.
“You look so good, I can’t even take it.” He said before kissing you.

After you two started dating he basically gave you all his clothes to wear.

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ms-trashcan  asked:

Yeah, I try. Usually, when I watch the episodes I have to slow them down to understand what's happening. So I don't catch everything. I am most likely older than most asks too though, lmao.

that’s great tho. That means you have to watch them more times than usual, and are more likely to catch my secrets and easter eggs :D


> eats all your hors d’oerves

> locates and pets all domestic animals you own

> gets drunk, plops down in a chair and starts jadedly lecturing anyone who’ll listen about how astrology isn’t real

> asks when there’ll be more food

> gets kidnapped to a death island, is not missed

When You Moan In Their Ear To Get Attention

~Kim Namjoon~

Namjoon would tilt his head in your direction. His eyes rolling up to give you that infamous smirk. You knew you were in for it when Namjoon ran a tongue over his thick lips.

“Is there something you need kitten?”

~Kim Seokjin~

Jin would bite his bottom lip. Begging you to wait five more minutes until he finished his email. Another moan drifted into his ear and his sanity snapped.

“Fuck it. Sit on my lap, Y/n.”

~Min Yoongi~

He’d be deep in a nap when you moaned in his ear, needy for his touch. He’d slip a hand down the front of your panties without opening his eyes. You whimpered at the contact, shivering when his fingers touched your clit.

“Get off on my fingers. I’ll fuck you later.”

~Jung Hoseok~

Hobi would tense when you moaned in his ear. Especially when the boys were right in the same room. He’d place a hand on your knee and rub it soothingly. The others would be oblivious as to what happened.

“If you behave, I’ll let you ride me tonight.”

~Park Jimin~

Jimin would smirk at your moan. He’d put down his phone and give you a deep kiss. His tongue invading your mouth.

“Let’s put that mouth to better use. What do you say?”

~Kim Taehyung~

Tae would groan in the back of his throat the first time. If you followed it up with a second moan, you’d be pinned beneath him in a second. His teeth bared and eyes slitted.

“You want to distract Daddy while he’s trying to work? You’ll get yours, baby.”

~Jeon Jungkook~

Jungkook would blush full on when you moaned in his ear, especially in front of his Hyungs at dinner. You’d do it again, barely audible. This time drifting your hand over his clothed cock.

“Just you wait. That’s not the only moaning you’ll be doing tonight.”

Going to Kingston with Tom (Tom Holland Headcannon #1)

-you travel all day and all night because of a damn delay at the airport
-and when you get to Tom’s parent’s place, you’re exhausted
-you’re excited to meet his family but you’re also acutely aware that you probably look disgusting
-after a quick shower, you scarf down the fettuccine alfredo Nikki was kind enough to make because Tom had told her that it was your favourite
-Tom excused himself, saying he needed to take a shower and that he’d be back to eat
-but after almost an hour of waiting
-you excuse yourself to check up on him
-he’s fast asleep on the bed in his old room
-you sigh, watching him for a minute before squeezing in under the covers beside him
-feeling just a slightest bit guilty for not returning back to Tom’s family like you said you were going to
-Tom shifts to let you in beside him
-he wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles closer to you
-his head is level with your chest
-so you can hold him closer
-and your legs are wrapped around each other’s
-and you’re so exhausted that that’s how Tom’s family finds you the next day at 12 in the afternoon
-“they’re cute.”
-“they’re disgusting.” Notes Harry.
-“I’m taking a picture so I can embarrass them later.” Adds Dom.
-“Can I get my blow-horn, mum?” Asks Paddy.
-“It would be funny, you have to admit”, says Sam.
-you wake up to see them
-Tom hears chuckles and opens his eyes to see his family.
-embarrassed, he nestles his face into your neck
-“Sorry, love.”
-“you’re sorry? I’ve got drool marks everywhere! I’ve got drool marks on you!”
-they all laugh, Nikki offering her reassurances that you hadn’t embarrassed yourself
-because all of the Hollands actually found your self deprecating humour and honesty, endearing
-“Breakfast is ready. You know, if you guys eat that sort of thing.”
-Nikki says, the last one to leave
-“Be down in minute, mum.”
-you kiss Tom’s forehead before rushing into his bathroom and almost yelping at your own appearance
-“Oh Jesus Christ! I look like the Wicked Witch of the West. Tom! Can you hand me my toothbrush please? UGH FUCK HOW DO I UNTANGLE THIS HAIR? HOW ? TOM!!!”

a/n: just so you know, this is part 1 of a series of headcannons.

Bleeding Out - An Alex/Reader Imagine

Originally posted by heavensentusharry

Requested by anon.

Summary: Alex doubts reader’s abilities as a female doctor….until he needs her more than he thinks.

Word Count: 1157

Warnings: Mentions of blood/gunshot wounds.

Disclaimer: This is my first ever Dunkirk fic and I’m still trying to get the diction of an English accent in here, so don’t shame my first attempt. I’m American as hell. Let me know what you think and keep sending requests.

The young doctor looked at the chart in her hand as she sped-walked down the hallway towards the room where she was needed. It’d been an unusually slow day in the medical bay, and the stitches she was about to give were the most serious issue they’d had all day.

She pushed aside the curtain and entered the room where a man lay, his eyebrow bandaged up.

“Alex Baker?” she asked the man, who glared at her.

“For tha last fuckin’ time, I need a doctor, not another nurse,” he said, looking irritated.

“I am a doctor,” Y/N answered, pushing a piece of her behind her ear. “Doctor L/N. You need some stitches.”

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kash is absolutely that hufflepuff that leaves everyone wondering how that miserable fuck even got into hufflepuff in the first place but, when you see him hanging out with team hufflepuff (grog, keyleth, pike), and laughing hysterically as grog vomits up all the jelly slugs he’d shoved down his gullet ten minutes ago, it all makes sense

Day Full Of Surprises [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAYBIRD!!! This one is especially for his birthday so I hope you love it!

Thanks to @crazymangaluv for helping me come up with this idea. You’re the greatest!!

Quietly you snuck through the front door of your shared apartment. You’d been gone for about a month on a mission with Dick and weren’t supposed to get back this soon. Though, the both of you worked your tails off and were able to take down a huge drug trafficking ring in time for you to make it home for Jason’s birthday.

He knew and understood this mission was unavoidable and supported you in taking it. But he was a bit disheartened that you wouldn’t be around for his birthday. Honestly, you were the reason his birthdays felt special again. You always made such a big deal about it, always planning him parties and presents. It showed him even more so how much you cared about him.

You knew he felt this way and it made excitement bubble in your chest as you carefully set your bags down in the hallway. Sneaking into the bedroom to see him passed out under the covers. He was sprawled out, taking up the entire bed. Suppressing a laugh you tiptoed into the room and sat next to him on the bed. Carefully running your fingers through his hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp. Something you knew he always liked.

He slowly began to stir. A groan escaping his lips. You smiled and kissed his head, “Good morning birthday boy” your voice soft. Hearing your voice he woke up immediately, his eyes opening groggily, “[F/n]?” He rubbed his eyes as if you were a dream. Vision clearing he saw you sitting there, a smile on your features.

“[F/n]!” He grinned and shot to sit up. “What are you doing here?”

You chuckled, “We got done early and I wanted to surprise you.” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lip. Smiling you mumbled, “Surprise!” He chuckled before pulling you against him and flipping over so you were underneath him as he kissed you. “I missed you so much” He pulled away to look at you. Sighing happily, you ran your fingers through his hair, “I missed you too. I’m sorry I almost missed your birthday.” He shook his head, “Don’t be. You’re here and I couldn’t ask for a better present.”

Smiling you pulled his lips back to yours. You looked up at him lovingly, his hand cupped your cheek and his thumb traced under your eye, taking note of the dark circles that had formed. “You look exhausted.” He commented while looking into your eyes, moving to where he could pull you into his chest. Nodding you nuzzled into him. “I haven’t gotten a full night sleep all month.”

Running his fingers through your hair, he said. “How about we go back to bed? It is my birthday after all.” He grinned and you chuckled. “I think I can accommodate that.” Feeling him pull you closer to him. Right then Jason realised how much he missed the feeling of you in his arms. Easily he fell back asleep, the both of you getting the best sleep you both had since you left.

After sleeping for a few hours, you both woke up together. Following getting ready you took him out for brunch to wherever he wanted. Saying it was your treat and his birthday so he wasn’t going to pay for anything. He tried a few times but you didn’t allow it, making the waitress laugh. Next you took him to his favorite places in Gotham and the both of you just spent time together. It had been so long since you both just had time like this together.

Where you’d hug his arm as you walked through the park, or how he’d wrap his arm around you in public, crowded, places to make sure he didn’t lose you.

To Jason, this was honestly the best present he could’ve gotten. Just you being with him and loving him. It’s all he wanted, all he’s ever wanted. So he decided he wanted to do something he’d been planning earlier than scheduled.

You both were supposed to head to the manor but instead Jason decided just to lay with you in the park. The grass was green and soft. In this moment it was hard to believe you both were still in Gotham. Your head lay on his chest as you both just watched the sky. There was a comfortable silence before Jason broke it, “Hey [F/n], want to know what would make this birthday even better?”

You peeked up at him with your chin resting on his chest. “What?” Asking curiously.

“If you said ‘yes’.” Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Yes to what?”

He smiled before digging in his pocket, pulling out a black velvet box. “Yes to this.” He flicked the box open, showing a beautiful engagement ring. You sat up immediately, “Jason are you asking me too..?”

He nodded, “Yes.” Instantaneously you leaped forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, “That’s my line” you chuckled before kissing him. He happily kissed you back before sliding the ring on your finger. You grinned and kissed him again, “I wasn’t planning on asking today, but the moment just felt too perfect.” He confessed, making you smile ear to ear.

“Well, I think it was just the right moment.” Beaming as you looked into his eyes. “I love you Jason. Happy birthday.”

He kissed the back of your hand that had the ring on it before answering, “I love you too.”


@memento-scribet you wanted tagged in Jaybird stuff, so here is some Jaybird for ya.


Prompt: Dick and Jason competing over a reader

Words: 453

Fandom: DC

You turn the other way whenever you see them coming. Your heart speeds up, your palms get sweaty, and you feel slightly lightheaded. When you start hiding in a closet, you know things have gone too far. And yet, you remain hidden. You draw your knees up to your chest, and wrap your arms around them to keep them in place, and you do your best to calm down.

          You’d never been one for dating. You’d gone your entire high school career without a date, and you had been fine with that. Then you join the team, and suddenly you had the attention of two guys.

          Nightwing and Robin were both great guys. Nightwing was a bit older, and Robin was a bit younger, but they were both so nice and sweet. Everything had been fine until you realized they were both competing for your attention. Suddenly interesting conversations had become contests to see who could top the other. And slowly, a pressure to choose had come around. That’s when the running had started.

          At the sound of footsteps outside the closet door, you scoot back a bit. You pray that the shadows hide you. You grimace when the door cracks a bit and that first stream of light comes through. Then it’s wide open, and you simply shut your eyes.


          Cracking one eye open you stare up at the familiar red head. M’Gann smiles down at you, before stepping into the closet, and taking a seat next to you. “You okay?”

          You shake your head. “Not really.”

          “The boys getting to you?”

          You nod. “A bit.”

          “Just a bit?”

          You wince. “Okay, I’ve had a few anxiety attacks.”

          She sighs before wrapping you in a hug. You stiffen at the contact, and she lets go. You wince. “Sorry, I’m not good at personal contact.”

           The smile never leaves her face. “It’s all good.” There’s a moment of silence before she finally asks “Do you want to date one of them?”

          You wince. “Not really.” Curling into yourself a bit you say, “I’ve gone through my whole life pretty much isolated. Mom wanted to protect me, and that meant keeping me away from other kids. Freezing an entire class of my peers wouldn’t exactly have been good. Her method kept me safe, but it also kept me isolated.”

          M’gann just smiles at you. “It’s okay. I’ll handle this.”

          You nod, and relax just a bit. There’s another pause before she asks, “Do you want to come back with me?”

          You bite your lip. “Okay.”

          She just smiles and slips out of the closet, before offering you her hand. You take it without hesitation, and you can’t help but feel safe.

“I’d love to sit here and preach about how I’ve grown and about how time heals all wounds, but, sadly I’d be lying. Mom, you are the reason I am the way I am you’re the reason I see myself as a monster. I wish I could sit here and say I remember my childhood but I remember only the parts that shaped me into what I am today.

I remember when I was 8 I came home and told you about a boy I thought was cute. That day you sat me down in your room and give me “the talk” with a sock and a banana. I was only eight. I thought nothing was wrong with my feelings, but you assured me I was wrong. I trusted you and buried my feelings. They wouldn’t be resurfaced until years later.

I remember I was nine and I spilled my milk. I guess I didn’t clean it well enough for you. Instead of waking me up to clean it you woke me up from my nap and proceeded to beat me as hard as you could for as long as you could. Every-time I cried you hit harder. From that day I learned to never cry.

I remember when I was ten I was on the chubby side and you directed me to look at the tv and made me stare at the boy who was skinnier than me. You told me to “be like him.” I left the room and cried in a corner but made sure you didn’t hear me. God forbid you hear.

The years from then to my most traumatic memory are a mystery the optimist in me hopes they were ok and you changed. No more hits no more hurt, but the realist in me knows I somehow slipped and made you hurt me. It’s ok, I deserved it. I deserve all the pain you give me.

I am 13 now, my feelings for boys have resurfaced. I tell you I think I’m bisexual so you can still maybe love me. My plan falls through the cracks and you freak out and choke me until I black out. I wake up in a corner with you hovering over me. You hold me in your room until I denounce my feelings, but of course, that wasn’t enough. You don’t let me leave your room instead you hit me until I can’t walk and I’m forced to stay home for 3 days. I slit my wrist in the next few days. You see these cuts of my skin and take me to “ the crazy house.” I’m admitted for a week. In this week you told me to lie to the therapist so I can go home. I don’t know why but I did. I lied and lied and lied until they let me go home to you. At least I know now to never trust you with my secrets. I hold my feelings and in the time to come, I finally come to terms with myself being gay. I don’t tell you this revelation until years later

I’m 15 all you have to say is “OK.” over the course of a week you let slip that I’m a disappointment and you make repeated “jokes” that you wish you had a normal son. I can no longer cry so instead I bottled the hatred and resentment and sadness you caused me over the years. It is two months before my birthday and I run away. You find me via police help and I go home and I get a concussion. I force myself to believe it was an accident even though I know you pushed me on purpose. You don’t mean it when you hurt me, do you?

I am 16 now, today I’m crying on my bathroom floor wondering how to undo the damage. I text you “ I want to die and I’m telling you this as a teen who needs his mom not as a dramatic kid” you text back “ don’t be so dramatic.” You’re right I’ll stop from now on, but Mom please know this is my demise and these years of hurt are to blame. So thank you for the birth of a boy and the death of a man.”

—  im dead and you’re to blame

anonymous asked:

Hi! :) hope you're having a good day. What's, in your opinion, the top ten fics you've read? Sorry if you've done this before 🙈

Ok, sorry I took so long to get back to you, but this is actually a REALLY hard question to answer for all sorts of reasons, but mainly because I don’t think I can actually narrow it down to 10! There are so many wonderful fics in this fandom. 

Ok, so I think a bunch of my favorites are classics, and most people have read them. I’m going to give you a list of those. But I’d like to start with a list of possibly lesser known fics that I love as well, OK? I did my best, but couldn’t narrow it down to just 10 each!

Top 11 Fics That Maybe You Haven’t Read

our little corner of the world by brownheadedstranger

AU. Louis is stuck in his mom’s diner for the summer. Harry is the line cook with a pickup truck.

the moon made me think of you by anabsolution

harry works at a decrepit motel. louis stops by for a stay. set in the 90s.

Whether Clouds or Clear Skies by @onewasturning

“You, young Harold, are a baker among curry houses and vintage clothing stores,” Louis says, and it forces a bark of surprised laughter out of Harry.

“I’m a— sorry, what?”

“Harry,” Louis says, “last night I had an experience bordering on profound.”

“You’re making it sound like you did something sexual with my muffin,” Harry says.

Or, Louis gets into the habit of stealing baked goods while Harry’s busy keeping tabs on the weather.

six feet beneath the moon by starseas

AU. takes place over one night. harry and louis meet at a going away party.

how i imagined us by eliane

“I think about how lucky I am. The whole time, I just keep thinking about how incredibly lucky I am. “

“Because you’re kissing me?”

“Because I’m kissing you and you’re…” Louis stops. Then continues, quietly, “Because you’re the love of my life, Haz.”

New York is one of Harry’s favourites.

[Sometimes reality is shitty and Louis plays Scheherazade.]

language or the kiss by @a-writerwrites

“I’ve heard about you, Louis.”

Louis just looked back at him, hands on his small hips, foot tapping out an angry beat on the hardwood floor, a verse just under his tongue, waiting to spill out. “Yeah? What have you heard?”

Harry slowly stood up, his long lean body feline as he came forward, slowly closing the two feet between them. “Yeah…I’ve heard about you.” Harry whispered, so close Louis could smell his cologne, something spicy and fruity, soft and wild. “You’re the one.”

Louis looked up at him; unfortunately he had to look up. The fucker had about three to four inches on him. “The one what?” His eyes flickered from Harry’s intent stare to his wet obscene lips. Louis wasn’t proud. But his dick may have twitched a little. Just a little.

“You’re the one to beat.”

OR the one where Louis’ the best at everything until Harry comes along and makes him think twice. About everything.

so here we are. by @sweariwouldnt

Louis isn’t sure if they’re keeping on or giving up.

heroes of the orange skies by queenmcgonagall

Louis likes bathroom walls and Sharpies, Harry likes metal, Zayn likes Liam and Liam likes Zayn, Niall is wise, and they all go to the zoo.

Coup de Foudre by angelwarm

Harry moves to the front door accompanied by insistent lightning flashes. He acknowledges it could also be a murderer on the other side and that he will likely be dead in five minutes.

It should stop him. It doesn’t.

Harry decides not to waste another second and calls through to the other side, “Just a second.” He turns the key in the latch and opens it and—everything around him drops away in one long cloud coming into another cloud.

Taste of a Poison Paradise by objectlesson / @horsegirlharry

Louis notices Harry’s mouth right away.

Take My Breath Away by @realitybetterthanfiction

There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are instruments of war, trained in times of peace. They are dogfighters, relentless and fearless in their mission to protect their beloved country. From their lofty vantage, they are always watching, waiting, and ready to lay it all on the line.

Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love with what keeps you on the ground.

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Lup is Extra because for an entire cycle she wouldn’t stop screaming the lyrics to different musicals and scaring the hell out of her companions.

Examples include:

- Screaming “BRING HIIIIIIM HOOOOOOOOOOME” right in Magnus’s ear sneaking up behind him

- Singing “As Long As You’re Mine” at random points to/with Barry

- Going up to random people and singing “Do You Wanna Ride?” with her brother (they interchange who’s who)

- Lucretia’s invested in writing down the gang’s adventures and Lup just “HOW DO YOU WRITE LIKE YOU’RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME” and makes her drop her pen

- joining  up with Merle to start singing “You And Me (But Mostly Me)” and Davenport walks in and says “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU D O I N G

- The team comes back to surprise her with “Good For You” with two to a role, Lup as Evan

anonymous asked:

I think it's funny how some of us think that Anti is horrible for what happened in his video, when in reality it's a very human reaction to being 'mocked' and not being listened to or taken seriously. Like, he's not only angry, obviously, he's fed up and done playing around. It'd be interesting to see when Anti finally 'calms down'. (Totally meant to send this earlier, but I've been so busy lately 😁)

Cutie pie, I understand the busy thing more than you know. Don’t feel bad at all.

And also, yes, it is a somewhat human reaction to get angry when people mock you, but possibly murdering another person/persons and holding others hostage while openly threatening multiple millions of people…

That’s a little evil.

Woo Jinyoung Mafia AU
  • you tied your hair up carefully, making sure to smooth down any flyaway hairs
  • your boss was very particular about everyone looking perfect, and as you were the “face” of the Lotus Spa and Hotel, you were no exception
  • you worked as a receptionist for the Lotus Hotel, hired for your kind and hardworking personality
  • of course, you knew that the Lotus Hotel was a front for the much darker, much more illegal activity that went down behind closed doors, but your boss had promised you that you would be safe at all times
  • besides, he’d added, the hotel wasn’t a place for blatant fighting or shooting, it was a place where important deals took place– nobody would be stupid enough to endanger a worker of the 101 on 101 turf
  • at the time that you’d been hired, you’d desperately needed money, so you took the job
  • it was your third month working night shifts there, and nothing had happened yet to make you think that it was an unsafe place to work
  • “welcome to the Lotus Hotel, how may I be of assistance?” you parroted as someone stepped up to the desk you sat at, glancing up from the forms you’d been staring at quickly
  • when you saw the man standing there, your breath caught in the back of your throat
  • he was handsome in a strange way, with curling hair, lithe body clad in a crisp traditional suit
  • “yes, I believe I made a reservation for one of the conference rooms?” he asked with a small, charming smile, one that almost seemed too charming
  • “May I have your name?” you asked politely, typing away on your computer to distract yourself from your racing heart
  • “Jinyoung,” he replied, picking up one of the business cards bearing your name and hotel phone number from the receptionist desk, playing with it absentmindedly between his fingers
  • “I have the reservation right here,” you said, reaching over to take the credit card he’d slid over to you 
  • “wonderful,” he’d replied with a smile, meeting your eyes
  • you blushed at the eye contact, your eyes darting back down to the computer screen in front of you
  • “here you go, thank you for choosing the lotus hotel,” you chirped, handing him his reciept and credit card back
  • “it was my pleasure, dear,” he replied, tucking his credit card back into his wallet
  • he met your gaze as he shoved his wallet back into his back pocket, pausing before picking up your business card, tucking it into his breast pocket
  • “i’ll be around,” he said with a small smile, sauntering away from the receptionist desk towards the back conference rooms
  • as you watched him board the elevator, you placed a hand over your chest, trying to calm your racing heart– what had just happened ?
  • the next time you saw jinyoung he strode up to the reception desk confidently, sending you that smile that made your heart speed up
  • “reservation for the conference room,” he said simply, sliding over his credit car
  • you nodded, quickly pulling up the reservation
  • “has your day been treating you well?”
  • “huh?” you looked up sharply, surprised that he was asking you such a question, “oh! yes, my day’s been alright. you?”
  • jinyoung smiled down at you, accepting the receipt from you, and you shivered a bit as your fingers brushed against his, “getting better.”
  • that night was the first night when something related to the 101 had happened while you had a shift, as the news informed you
  • you briefly wondered if jinyoung had gotten home safely, and you even briefly entertained the idea that he was maybe in the 101 himself
  • however, you dismissed the idea– there were hundreds of guests at the Lotus that night; jinyoung surely wasn’t the one who was involved
  • a few months after that incident, you were asked by your boss to take over one of the maids’ night shift, as she’d unexpectedly had to go home for the weekend
  • once your boss offered to pay you double for the hours, you accepted, tugging the cleaning cart behind you as you headed up to the fourth floor where the regular maid normally cleaned
  • the rooms ranged from very clean to utterly disgusting, and you were pretty sure you’d never seen so many used 
  • you carefully pushed your cart into the next room, frowning at how messy it was
  • sighing, you got to work, first re-making the bed and then picking all the clothing that was strewn across the floor
  • you went over to the table in the room, noticing a large duffel bag
  • you were just trying to straighten it when you noticed something metal tucked underneath it
  • carefully, you nudged the bag away, and screamed in shock when you saw the pistol lying there, dropping your spray bottle of cleaning fluid
  • “what the hell are you doing in here?” you heard someone snap, and you screamed again, this time in surprise
  • clutching your head, you turned around to face jinyoung, whose eyes were wide as he took in the scene
  • “(y/n)?” he asked, walking over to you quickly and shoving the duffel bag back over the pistol
  • “m-mr. woo,” you stammered out, eyes huge as you tried to process what had happened
  • his hair was messy, all over the place, curling into his now narrowed eyes, his suit slightly rumpled
  • “(y/n), i thought you ran reception?” he asked gently, obviously not wanting to startle you again
  • “i-i’m covering someone else’s shift,” you managed to stutter out, still clutching your chest in shock
  • “ah,” he nodded, heaving a sigh and taking a seat in the large chair, hand going up to loosen his tie, “no one bothered to tell you that this room was off-limits?”
  • your eyes widened again as you looked over at him, “no, nobody told me anything,” you quickly knelt to collect the cleaning supplies that you brought, “i’m really sorry about this, i’ll see if maybe the hotel can refund you? or give you a free stay or something, I’m really, really sor–”
  • “(y/n),” jinyoung interrupted you, eyes boring into yours intensely
  • you blushed, realizing that you’d been babbling
  • “it’s okay, i don’t mind,” he explained, “but given the circumstances, there’s something i need you to understand.”
  • you watched, cheeks growing increasingly red, as he carefully unbuttoned the top three buttons of his rumpled white shirt, tugging it down to reveal his collarbone
  • “oh.”
  • realization finally dawned on you as you took in the sight of his curling 101 tattoo, tangling with a couple other tattoos further down his chest
  • “ i’m telling you this now because clearly, your boss hasn’t informed you like he was supposed to,” jinyoung said, turning around and tugging his shirt off the rest of the way
  • you turned bright red at that, doing your best to avert your eyes from the bare back you were facing
  • “i-i’ll be going, then,” you rushed, shoving your cleaning supplies back onto the cart
  • “sorry to startle you, (y/n),” jinyoung called after you
  • “it’s no trouble,” you replied, bowing quickly, “sorry to cause such a mess.”
  • the next day, when you got to work, your boss greeted you at your usual desk and tossed a bag with the maids’ uniform at you
  • “you’re taking isobel’s position,” he informed you
  • you frowned up at him, “why? i’m not a maid?”
  • “woo jinyoung requested that you clean his room now,” he told you, “now hurry and go change. you’ll work every other day as a maid, but i still want you on reception for most of your time.”
  • you reached out to grab the uniform he’d tossed at you, getting up from your seat
  • on the one hand, you were pissed at your boss for being an asshole to you, but at least this way, you wouldn’t have to deal with actual people
  • jinyoung was gone from his room when you got there, and only arrived just as you were exiting the room
  • “you’re good at this,” was all jinyoung had said with a small smile, holding the door of his room open for you to exit out of
  • you settled into the switch fairly easily
  • the cleaning wasn’t difficult, and you found out quickly that maids actually got tips, while receptionists did not
  • jinyoung was always very charming and kind to you, which you also appreciated 
  • one night, you were working reception, and had hurried to the back room to replace the paper for the receipt machine when you heard someone ring the bell for assistance
  • “jinyoung?” you gasped, eyes widening as you caught sight of him
  • his face was bloodied, shirt dirty, and the way he struggled to focus his eyes on you made you think he might have been on something
  • “can you help me?” he slurred out, looking over at you hopefully
  • you rushed over to his side, draping his arm around your shoulder and helping him to the elevator
  • “what happened?” you asked, the silence of the elevator heavy around the two of you
  • “ambush,” he replied, blinking a few times to clear his vision
  • you helped him to his room, depositing him in the large chair quickly before hurrying to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it
  • “do you need to go to a hospital?” you asked as you started carefully wiping the tacky blood away from his cheek, jinyoung’s eyes drooping closed slowly
  • “m fine,” he replied quietly, “just some scrapes.”
  • you sighed, going back to wiping the blood away
  • once you were satisfied with his face, you helped him carefully take off his suit jacket and button-down shirt, trying not to turn red at the sight of his bare chest
  • “your tattoos,” you murmured quietly, reaching out to trail your finger over the curling ‘HF’, wondering what it meant
  • jinyoung reached up and curled his fingers around yours, holding onto it as you started carefully wiping the dried blood from his torso
  • “jinyoung, i need my hand back,” you said gently, trying to go to rinse off the washcloth
  • his grip just tightened, his eyes meeting yours
  • “stay,” he said quietly, cheeks turning a bit pink at his words
  • you sighed, taking a seat on the armrest of the chair
  • he leaned his head against your shoulder, tracing small patterns into your hand with his free one
  • “you know, i like you,” he mumbled, hold on your hand tightening again
  • you glanced sharply down at him, a slight frown on your face
  • “why?”
  • jinyoung pulled away, looking earnestly into your eyes, “(y/n), you’re perfect in every way i can think of and more.”
  • it was then that you realized how close he was to you, some thing you were growing more and more aware of as he drew closer to you
  • then you were kissing softly, his hand going back to tangle with yours, gently drawing you towards him
  • despite jinyoung’s rough, cocky interior, you realized, he had a gentle soul 

ty smols n tols yall always pull thru w the amazing ideas <3

anonymous asked:

giving Tom head please?

  • Tom is a normal boy and likes getting head
  • like whenever he can 
  • he’d never be rude if you didn’t want to but he’d drop hints a lot that he wants head
  • like honestly he’d want head at least once a day 
  • and when he got head he’d be so needy
  • he’d grab your hair into a makeshift ponytail or he’d grab onto the bed sheets
  • Tom would be so down to fuck your face if you let him
  • and sometimes he’d start thrusting into your mouth without even realizing it
  • hearing you gag would 100% turn him on even more
  • tom is defiently a moaner and would moan the loudest when he’s getting head fight me on this
  • his moans would be so throaty and honestly they would be so hot
  • Tom would love if you swallowed but if you didn’t want to he’d want to cum on your face or tits