aw his eyebrows


isak + raising his eyebrows in wonder during the 5:10 kisses.

the fighter

request: Can you write about Harry getting a new personal trainer to help him get in shape (like boxing and cardio and stuff) and he gets set up with a really pretty girl and he really likes her but she won’t date her clients and he tries to persuade her and ya whatever you come up with!!!

i had a lot of fun writing this one so i hope you guys like it ((: a huge thank you to @stylishmuser for reading this over for me ily


questions, comments, concerns.

You’re pounding away at the punching bag in your pastel pink gloves, sweat dripping down your forehead and french braids bouncing against your shoulders as music blasts through your headphones. 

You’re expecting a new client soon and sometimes your nerves act up when that happens, knowing you’re an amazing personal trainer, but knowing sometimes men can’t see past your pretty body or your “girly” pink gloves. On top of that, you’d been informed that your new client was Harry Styles, former member of One Direction. The most high profile client you’d ever had.

You don’t hear him come in behind you as you’re hitting the bag as hard as you can to fight off your anxiety, sending it flying on the chain in the opposite direction. As it’s swinging back in your direction, you take the time to swing your leg around with the intention of kicking the bag in a more dramatic move than necessary. But as you twist your body your leg narrowly misses the man and he falls over trying to avoid a kick to the gut. In your shock you lose your balance and fall back on your butt, the bag swinging forward and colliding with your head instead of the foot it was meant for.

Ripping your headphones off and standing immediately, you tower over him, “Christ, don’t you know better than to sneak up on someone who’s training?”

“I’m sorry, I was trying to let you know I was here without startling you.” He stuck out his hand, “I’m Harry. It’s nice to meet you.” 

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Take a good look guys because this is the most pink you’ll ever see me put in anything that I’m not being paid to make.

I’m not going to apologize for my bishonen dragon.

#4 with Chibs

@mayyoustay-foreveryoung as requested :D

You had known all of the Sons for quite a while socially, but this time you were here on business. Your car was in at TM, getting fixed, and you were just coming by to see whether the mechanics were done with it. It was evening, but Chibs had agreed to keep the garage open a little later than usual for you as a favour. While you got along with everybody, you’d always gotten along best with the Scotsman, so you were looking forward to seeing him one-on-one, a rare occurrence as usually he was surrounded by the other club members.

Still, nothing could have prepared you for what you found as you walked across the compound towards the garage. 

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Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member: Changkyun 

Word Count: 2,375

a/n: SURPRISE!! sorry for keeping you all waiting but it’s finally here, also, originally this part was 5k but i felt like that was too long so i ended up cutting it in half and will post this section tonight and the other section… I’ll think about when to post ;) so enjoy!

Drabble / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 (Final)


affinity-  a spontaneous or natural liking for someone or something

Originally posted by changkyuh

You knocked at the bathroom door as Changkyun showered, “I need to brush my teeth” you said, leaning close to the door. “Go for it” he replied and you opened the door and stepped inside, the steam fogging up the mirror above the sink. You reached for your toothbrush and put the toothpaste on it, “Um…” you said quietly, inaudible due to the sound of the water running from the shower-head. You were tempted to tell Changkyun you had finally ended things with your date, but you considered your rant from the other night to be the cause of your annoyance from that day’s argument and the alcohol.

You stared at your toothbrush for a second before putting it in your mouth and beginning to brush.Shaking your head, you continued brushing as the water stopped, making you turn towards the shower curtain. “Can you give me my towel?” Changkyun asked and you left your toothbrush in your mouth to hand him his towel, throwing it over the curtain. “Thanks” he said and you hummed, finally finishing up and rinsing your mouth.

As you rinsed off your toothbrush, Changkyun pushed aside the shower curtain and stepped out with the towel around his hips. Water dripped from his hair as you offered him a quick side glance and turned back to your own task. As Changkyun stepped out of the bathroom you smirked to yourself and dried your hands, “Nice washboard abs!” you said loudly for Changkyun to hear.“Didn’t think you cared!” you heard Changkyun shout from his bedroom, making you laugh. “I don’t!” you shouted back, stepping out onto the hallway. As you made your way into your bedroom, Changkyun left his own and followed after you, laying down on your bed as you stood at its end, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“What do you want? Scoot” you said with a smile as you gestured for him to move. Changkyun moved and you laid next to him, hugging your pillow to your chest as you leaned against your headboard. “We should cook something” Changkyun stated, getting comfortable under your blankets. “Cook something as in scrambled eggs or cook something as in reheat leftovers?” you said sarcastically and turned to him. Changkyun rolled his eyes and scoffed, “No like actually cook something or burn the apartment trying” he said and you chuckled. 

“Ah I see, well we need to go buy stuff for it” you said, slouching down and extending your legs. “Obviously. I highly doubt we can make much with leftovers and like, ramen” Changkyun commented almost through a mumble.You grinned and threw your pillow at him, “Smartass” you said, catching a glimpse of a small grin on Changkyuns lips. You turned away and stared blankly at the wall, finding it in you to just get the gossip over with because you were roommates but you were also good friends too.“I ended things with date guy” you blurted and the room suddenly felt too quiet. 

Changkyun sat up slowly and leaned against the headboard as well, “Oh… Are you, okay?” he asked hesitantly. You nodded reassuringly and smiled, “Yea it was better like this” you stated and Changkyun offered you a smirk before looking away.“What now?” he then asked as he turned to you. You met his gaze and noticed his hair was still wet, but rested lightly on his forehead without sticking. You realized the closeness between the two of you as you shifted and felt your arms rub, making you avert your gaze from his quickly and shrug. “Don’t know, moving on I guess” you said through a small chuckle.

Changkyun nodded, “Moving on it is” he let out with an exhale a he stood up and stretched. You looked up at him and smiled, “So, are we going grocery shopping or?” you questioned. Changkyun ran his hands through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead and you raised your eyebrows, “Wow, you need to push your hair away from your face more often” you commented in awe. Changkyun furrowed his eyebrows together and stared at you, “What?” he asked and you could tell he was confused, making you giggle. “Like, you should do your hair away from your face, you got a nice forehead” you joked and Changkyun grinned, “First my abs and now my hair? I didn’t think you cared” Changkyun said with a wink as he headed for your bedroom door.

You reached for your pillow and threw it at him once more, “I don’t!” you shouted as he laughed, throwing the pillow back at you and leaving your room. “Are we getting groceries or not?


“It’s been like, a month, where have you been lately?” you asked softly as Changkyun ate across from you while you drank coffee. He stared at his plate as he took another bite, leaving a few seconds of silence hang between the two of you. “Busy” was all he said and you brought your coffee to your lips, taking a sip as you watched him.

“Is it your girlfriend?” you asked and Changkyun visibly tensed before you. The reaction made you want to crack a smile but you refrained from doing so and looked away. “Does this mean you two are doing better now?” you asked tentatively in worry that all this might be you crossing a line. Changkyun chewed his food with patience and finished off the last of his meal, standing up and taking his plate with him. “Yea, I dunno, it’s whatever” he said and you knitted your eyebrows in surprise as you looked at him. “Wow, um, that’s kind of… Jerkish of you” you said and Changkyun shrugged, washing his plate.

“Didn’t take you for the jerk type” you muttered as you took another sip of your coffee. You held back from scolding him for being a bad boyfriend and instead let curiosity gnaw at you. Things were probably really bad between them two but you wondered why you’d been seeing so little of him or why he’d been so distant. Maybe she was the jealous type? Did she even know he had a girl as a roommate? Was that why he was having problems with her? Was he going through the same thing you had a month ago?


That same day, as you and your friend ate lunch during your break, those same questions bombarded you from her end. “But then again, if I were him, I wouldn’t tell my girlfriend I had a female roommate, that’s like, a death wish” your friend concluded and you groaned as you placed your hand on your chin while resting your elbow on the table. “I dunno… I mean, ever since we found out about each other’s relationships and all, things are just weird” you commented, taking another bite of your sandwich. Your friend wiggled her eyebrows at you and grinned. “You mean cuddle sessions are getting cold or what?” she said and your eyes widened. “What are you even saying? We’re just friends and we share a couch” you retorted and she guffawed. “Y/N, I love you, but my god you need to stop being so oblivious or stop pretending to be” your friend stated, her words sending a small pang of pain to your chest.

“You lost me” you said, sitting back in your chair and frowning. Your friend sighed and bit her bottom lip, “Look, I didn’t say anything before because I’m your friend and I root for you all the way but from the things you’ve told me that you and Changkyun do together, I can totally see why date guy was paranoid and why Changkyun’s girlfriend might want to dump him” she replied and you stared at her stupefied. “What?” you managed softly, almost timidly, feeling yourself shrink in your seat. Your friend sighed, her smile diminishing as her face took on sympathy. “All I’m saying is that, whether you label your relationship as a friendship or roommates, there’s no hiding that your dates are gonna have to know how to share” she stated and you further furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

Your friend seemed to notice your puzzlement and sighed, running her hands through her face before speaking again. “Y/N, roommate guy and you, cuddle, watch movies together, share the bathroom at the same time, know each other’s likes and dislikes, eat from the same fork, know your schedules, and see each other every day. I don’t want to sound mean because frankly I’m envious, but the only things from full on making this a relationship is the fact that neither of you is gay and that there are separate beds to keep you apart at night” she said through a chuckle.“I mean, you even wear his clothes sometimes and he’s totally okay with it” she added, sitting back and drinking from her coffee.

You gaped at her and held your head in your hands. ”Oh my god I’m a friggin idiot” you said through a whine. “Barely noticed? Now, there’s a catch to all of this” your friend added confidently as she gave you a side glance. “Please don’t say it” you begged, not able to finish up your sandwich as you dreaded and nearly feared whatever was about to come out of her mouth next. “Y/N, maybe he doesn’t have a girlfriend” she commented and you nearly fell off the chair you were sitting on. “What the hell?” you blurted and your friend snorted. “Not what you thought I’d say?” she asked and you looked down at your lap as you picked at your nails with a shake of your head. 


“You need to end it” Changkyun’s friend said as he leaned back onto the couch, taking a swig from his beer. Changkyun ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “How am I supposed to just walk out on her like that after all this time?” he asked and his friend hummed. “Well, you should’ve thought about that before falling for her” his friend commented with a shrug. Changkyun pressed his knuckles to his lips in thought and shook his head. His friend watched him and patted Changkyun’s back, “Why haven’t you told her anything?” he asked and Changkyun’s jaw tightened. “Because, I never planned for this to happen…” his voice trailed off, making his friend sigh loudly. “Wait, does she think you’re-” his friend started but Changkyun cut him off. “Gay? No, she doesn’t” he said, cocking one eyebrow as he stared at his friend incredulously.

“Okay that’s good” his friend nodded but then chuckled, “How the fuck did you get her into thinking you’re with someone?” he asked and Changkyun whined and covered his face. “I don’t know… I hate myself…” he said, laying down on the couch and putting his legs on his friends lap, just as he always did with you. His friend pushed his legs off of him and grinned. “Dumbass” he remarked, getting another beer bottle for himself.


It was around four in the morning when you heard the slamming of doors and harsh shuffling in the living room. You sat up in your bed and squinted in the dark, rubbing your eyes and scooting  off the bed. You moved slowly towards your bedroom door and opened it slightly, peeking through the gap to see if Changkyun was anywhere.

The noise continued so you stepped out and headed towards the living room where you found Changkyun sitting at the couch. He slouched over onto his knees and ran his hands through his hair in an exasperated manner. “Changkyun” you whispered and he turned his head to look over his shoulder. You knitted your eyebrows together in concern as you approached him and sat by his side. “Are you drunk?” you asked softly and Changkyun shook his head slowly. “Are you okay?” you asked as he ran his hands through his hair again, this time slower and lazier.

“I’m fine, sorry for waking you” he said, suddenly rising to his feet and leaving. He made his way to his bedroom and shut the door. You sat in your spot, hugging your arms and frowning. He didn’t sound drunk, and he didn’t smell like alcohol either.


After vacuuming, cleaning, dusting off furniture, getting rid of old papers and organizing books through the apartment and your bedroom, you moved into Changkyun’s room, deciding you would be generous and at least help him straighten up his stuff. While making his bed, you spotted a pile of papers on his night stand and carefully began piling them neatly. As you shuffled them in your hands, you read the list of addresses and phone numbers on the topmost paper. You knitted your eyebrows at the names of the addresses, recognizing the locations as apartment complexes near  your area or further in the city. Just then, Changkyun entered the room. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice filling the room and you gasped in surprise, dropping the papers to the floor.

“Shit, you scared me, I thought you’d get here way later?” you said, kneeling down and grabbing all the papers. Changkyun kneeled as well and picked them up quickly, “I’ll get them” he said, making you look at him as you pressed your lips together and stood up. “I was just cleaning up a bit, try keeping it tidy for a few days yeah?” you said and Changkyun hummed. “Do any of your friends need help finding an apartment or did you get tired of having me clean after you?” you joked but Changkyun stiffened at your words, clearing his throat and stacking his papers together only to shove them into his top drawer hastily.

“You don’t clean after me, liar. Today is just one of those days when the impostor takes over and cleans” Changkyun stated and you glared at him. “Well maybe you’re tired of having the impostor clean after you” you retorted and Changkyun grinned. “Get out impostor, I wanna nap and your nagging only makes me sleepier” he said and you smacked his chest, making him chuckle as he took off his shoes and lied down. “You’re such a jerk” you stated and Changkyun shrugged, “I guess I am”.

Kill it with fire

Summary: Reader is in her room at the bunker when she spot a creature from the depts. of hell.  Can Sam and Dean help?


     Flipping the switch to turn on the lights, your gaze rested on your most prized possession.  Your room.  That room had your OWN bed and your OWN bathroom.  Traveling with the Winchesters and hunting in general meant nasty motels, sharing a room with one of the boys (If it was Dean than you rather go and have a pet hellhound), and the water pressure in the motels was practically not there.

     The hunt you had just finish was rough.  A pack of werewolf’s teamed up with vampires and the death toll was higher than you had ever seen.  In the end the pack and nest were killed and you had a couple of stitches.  After particular cases you enjoyed a nice long bath.  That’s what started up. 

     Running the water for the bath, you went to collect you clothes.  You went headed into the tub when a furry creature made you screech like a banshee.  It was a eight legged tarantula on the marble wall of your bathroom.  The scream you released must have been loud because Sam and Dean bolted into the bathroom holding a shot gun and a demon knife in Deans grasp.  “What happened? What is it?” 

      You were on the bathroom counter in the corner.  “That thing from hell is on my wall!”

     The brothers head spun over to the wall to see the large spider.  “HOLY SHIT!” Dean spun around and leapt behind the younger Winchester.  Sam just stood there staring at the creature. 

      “KILL IT ALREADY!! KILL IT WITH FIRE!”  Sam just took the butt of the gun and hit the Tarantula.  The spider was fell into the bathtub where Sam scooped it up and flushed it down your toilet.  “You hunt demons and your afraid of spiders?”

     You’ve been hunting since practically day one and you are afraid of clowns?”  You shot back at the long haired brother.  “The deed is done.  Come on Dean we have research to finish.”

     “Maybe I should watch over (Y/N).  After all she just had an awful scare.”  Dean wiggled his eyebrows at the suggestion. “Nope.  Thanks to my knights with shotguns, I can now bathe in peace.”  You ushered them out the door and continued with your shower.  Little did you know Dean was ordering fake spiders to hide around the bunker.


Request: “Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Newt x reader where the reader is sort of like Newt but instead of studying rare magical creatures, the reader is interested in plants. Like maybe Newt agitates one on one of his adventures and the reader helps him out but yells at him for being so stupid and almost damaging the plant. Newt sort of realizes that maybe he should have paid better attention in Herbology and suggests they could explore places together. I really love your blog btw.<3”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1691

Warnings: None

A/n: omg I lov this idea so much – maybe if you guys like this I could do part 2?

Originally posted by chmartx

Newt grunted as the baby Diricrawl escaped his grasp, apparating towards a large, thorny stump.

“Come back here!” Newt whisper-shouted. “I’m trying to get you back to your family.”

The little dodo like creature didn’t listen, running towards the shrivelled brown trunk. Newt chased after it, stopping with a huff as it shook, frozen in the middle of the clearing. Newt placed his hands on his hips, squatting down to decrease the threatening manner of his height. He held out a gentle hand for the bird, whispering encouraging words towards the frightened creature. It had been separated from the rest of its nest when poachers had killed its mother. Newt had rescued the rest of the baby chicks, but the last one was very reluctant to go anywhere near another human being.

“Come now little one, I won’t hurt you.” He cooed, scooping the small bird into his hand. He beamed down at it as he carefully laid out his case, letting the newborn join his brothers and sisters inside.

Newt sat down with a sigh, running the back of his hand over his forehead to rid himself of the sweat that had formed in the chase. He stood, only to feel a piecing jab in his side. He looked down to see 3 large thorns poking out from the side of his shirt. Blood started to form around the pricks, and Newt pulled the thorns from his skin. They didn’t penetrate deeply, but they stung worse than a Occamy nip. Newt’s head shot up at the sound of rumbling. Around him, the brown thorny plant had encircled his body. The thick tendons of the bush had an underlying, pulsating green, covered by many threatening needle-like thorns. Newt’s eyes widened as he looked around, realising his predicament.

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anonymous asked:

how do i get over someone that doesn't give a shit about me? i've liked him for 7 months and he's been ghosting me for 2 weeks now since he realized that he can't return my feelings. it's so hard :(

ok well you gotta take a picture of him and photoshop juggalo makeup on his face like… really make it terrible. just awful. erase his eyebrows too for good measure. next time you see him all you’ll think of is that rendition of him. terrifying. bam! you’re over him.

no but really, i’m so sorry babie… :( i know you have so much love to give and it can’t be wasted on someone who won’t be able to treat you the same. it’s not worth it! all it means is you’re a step closer to finding someone who can make you truly happy, so don’t waste time being caught up on someone who doesn’t feel the same. you’re worth so much more, don’t see it as a loss! see it as a new opportunity. you are cute, sweet, smart, and wonderful, and you need to surround yourself with people who know it too. i hope you feel better bab! i know you’re gonna come out of this happier and stronger ♥

  • *in the lab*
  • Sherlock: *working*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat* So, I heard you slept with Moriarty.
  • Molly: *still working* Yup.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Why?
  • Molly: *shrugs* Because I wanted to.
  • Sherlock: *scoffs* So? You want to sleep with me and you never have!
  • Molly: *smirks* You're jealous.
  • Sherlock: *pouts* He's a mass-murdering psychopath and you let him...*grimaces* touch you.
  • Molly: *sighs* I didn't sleep with Moriarty, Sherlock. I dated Jim from IT.
  • Sherlock: *looks at her*
  • Molly: *steps closer* And I don't want to have sex with the high-functioning sociopath *whispers in his ear* I'm going to shag Sherlock Holmes.
  • Sherlock: *immediately drags her to a supply cupboard*
He Makes You Feel Insecure - Calum Hood

“Y/N hurry up we don’t have all day!” You heard Calum groan from the living room of the hotel you were staying at in LA. 

You sighed to yourself as you continued to rummage through your luggage looking for your purple bikini. It is the only bathing suit that you feel relatively attractive in, and there was no way you were going to the beach without it as Calum had never seen you in swim suit before. Finally finding the top and bottom you gripped onto them tightly as you looked at the clock, letting out a groan when you realized how late it was, knowing you were going to get an earful from Calum as soon as you walked out the door.

You dressed quickly, threw on a cover up and sunglasses and checked yourself out in the mirror feeling pretty good, before going out to meet Calum in the living room.

He looked up when he heard your footsteps approaching and rolled his eyes at you as he stood up from the couch. 

“Only you would take and hour to get ready to go to a place where you are going to spend the majority of time drenched in water,” he complained trying to suppress a smirk but failing.

“Cal, shut up I was trying to find my favourite bathing suit.” You shoved his shoulder grinning before heading to grabbing a few magazines and your purse. 

“I don’t know why you bothered putting so much effort in to your appearance anyway. I’ve seen you before, I know you’re no supermodel so don’t worry I don’t have high expectations,” he said laughing.

You were in the process of opening the door when his words froze you in your tracks, your mouth hanging open as hurt took over your expression.

How could he possibly say that to you? The guy that always told you to be confident in yourself and not listen to the hateful opinions of others. Fuck, you knew you didn’t look like a model, you were far from one. You were just getting better at accepting and loving the way you look but now nothing but doubt was racing through your mind. 

You were glad he was behind you and couldn’t see your face as you felt tears pricking your eyes. 

“Y/N?” Calum said, putting his hands on your shoulders when you stopped walking. “What is it?” He questioned, kissing your neck from behind, trying to see your face.

You just shrugged him off and looked at a spot down the hall as you tried to compose yourself. You hated that his words affected you this much, but he was the most important thing in your life right now and his opinion meant everything to you. You always knew you weren’t good enough for him and you hated yourself for it. 

“My um,” you cleared your throat and blinked your eyes. “My cramps are getting pretty bad Cal I really don’t think I can go to the beach today.”

“Aw babe,” Calum furrowed his eyebrows at you, looking concerned. “I didn’t know you were on your period.”

“Yeah um well,” you said turning around to look at him gripping your stomach for effect, “you better just go without me, the boys have been waiting in the lobby for a while and I don’t want to spoil your plans.

He still looked concerned but let you push past him and back into the room. “Do you want me to stay with you? I don’t want to leave you alone if you’re in pain.” 

“No no,” You attempted to smile at him, but it felt more like a grimance.”I’m just going to lie in bed here, no reason to keep you cooped up here as well.”

“Alright,” he said hesitantly but nonetheless starting to head out the door. “Be sure to call me if you need anything.”

You nodded at him and headed upstairs. You heard the door shut and soon the tears your were holding in started to fall.


You were lying in bed completely exhausted now, staring at the ceiling. Your puffy eyes slightly sore from all the crying. 

You received hate every day, had comments thrown at you left and right but they had never affected you like this. 

Your own boyfriend practically admitted he wasn’t attracted to your body and you had never felt so worthless. Your chest was so tight you felt like you couldn’t breathe every time you thought about it. 

You hadn’t eaten lunch or dinner sick with the thought of making yourself even less attractive to him. 

You sighed sadly continuing to stare at the ceiling when you heard the front door open and close.

“Babe?” Calum’s voice rang through the room a few minutes later as he knocked on the bedroom door.

Not wanting to talk to him you turned onto your side facing the wall hoping you could pretend to be asleep well enough that he would leave you alone, but you had no such luck.

Calum slipped into the bed behind you, quickly moving to wrap his arm around your body and press a kiss to your ear.

“I missed you today,” he murmured in your ear. Your body tense against his, you moved to push his arm off you and shift farther away from him on the bed.

“Y/N?” Calum said sounding hurt. He touched your shoulder to motion for you to turn around but you wouldn’t budge. “Y/N what’s wrong?”

You almost laughed at how clueless your boyfriend was. “What’s wrong?” You practically snapped back at him and turning to face him, your self-loathing of earlier quickly turning into anger. “What’s wrong is I don’t want you touching the fat on my stomach cause clearly both of us are disgusted by it.”

He stared at you with his mouth hanging open looking hurt again. “Y/N how could you say that? What nonsense are you going on about?” 

You laughed coldly. “The real question is how happy were you that I didn’t go to the beach today so you could shamelessly get your fix at looking at all the hot skinny girls there.”

“What on earth are you-“

“Flirt with any girls that exceeded the low expectations you set for me?”

Understanding and guilt flashed through Calum’s eyes at that statement. 

“Fuck. I’m such a fucking idiot,” he groaned sitting up. “That’s not what I meant babe,” he gripped your hand now but you refused to meet his eyes. “I meant I love you for you. That you don’t have to look like a model and I don’t expect you to look like a model, I just want you to look like you. My beautiful girlfriend I’m in love with.” He put his hand under your chin to force your eyes to meet his sad ones. 

You sighed and opened your mouth to say something but your stomach chose that moment to growl loudly interrupting you.

Calum expression became alarmed at the sound.

“Y/N… when was the last time you ate today?”

“None of your business,” you huffed still a little pissed at him for the whole ordeal. 

He let out a choked sob at your reply.  “Oh fuck no no no,” he ran his hands through his hair pulling roughly at it as he stood up from the foot of the bed and started pacing in front of you, an utterly distressed look in his eyes. 

“Were you starving yourself because of me? Because of what I said to you?” 

You sat up now but said nothing. He took your silence as confirmation.

Dropping to his knees in front of you he buried his head in your lap. You were unsure of what to do for an instant but the second you felt a hot tear land on your legs you found your hands instantly running through his hair, now the one desperately trying to comforting him.

He stayed like that for a minute before looking up at you. 

“I don’t want you to ever feel that way. I promised I would protect you from anything that would make you believe you were any less than perfect but it looks like I hurt you the most.” He looked so distressed and you hated seeing the boy you love in that state. 

“Cal shh it’s okay,” you sent him a sad smile. “I should’ve known you didn’t mean it that way I don’t know why I took it so personally. I was just being stupid and insecure,” you sighed. 

“You were not,” he said instantly shaking his head. He took one of the hands you still had tangled in his hair and brought it to his lips. “But I promise you I will not rest until you understand how beautiful you are to me. I don’t want you to ever doubt it again.”

Smiling you pulled him towards you to lay beside you on the bed. You nuzzled into his chest, you head in the crook of his neck, as his hand found it’s way into your shirt, rubbing circles on your back.

“So,” he said after a few minutes of laying peacefully like that. “You’re not really on your period then?”

“Nope,” you said giggling.

He joined your laughter as he rolled on top of you. His hand making it’s way up your shirt squeezing your breast.

“Good,” he sent you a lazy grin. “Then there’s nothing stopping me from showing you how much I love every inch of you.” 

You blushed as you felt his hand moving lower to the top of your underwear. But your stomach grumbled again halting his actions.

"Well, nothing stopping me right after I make you dinner.” He gripped your hand and pulled you up to follow him to the kitchen. 

“I love you, Calum,” you laughed as you rest your head on his chest his arm wrapped around your body pulling you close. 

“I love you so much more, Y/N.” He kissed your forehead, your nose, then your lips before your eyes met his again. From the burning emotion in his eyes it was impossible to doubt his words for a second. 

It was a long night of love and forgiveness. 

A/N: Hey there lovelies! It’s been forever since I’ve written anything and I feel awful but I’m on summer vacation now so I should be able to write a lot more frequently! I hope you guys liked this it is my first 5SOS piece :) Let me know what you think! If you do let me know cause I was thinking of doing a “He Makes You Feel Insecure” themed one shot for the other boys! Please request anything you want to see me write for 1D or 5SOS I love new ideas :) xx -Sam

Why Are You Embarrassed?

Hyungwon Fluff
Word Count 1,212

Description: Hello ^^ Could you do a scenarios where Hyungwon’s crush is pushed to confess to him by the members but she’s a bit awkward and sensitive so she’s embarrassed ? Have a nice day~ - @mnemosymedream

Originally posted by wonhontology

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m giving this to you so late @mnemosymedream. Last week I had finals and then this week I’ve been trying to finish up college applications before winter break. Anyway hopefully you enjoy this.

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Chapter 4- Beginnings.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“I have a date tonight.”

“WHAT? Lydia! Oh my GOSH, that’s so exciting! With who??”

Shortly after the day I gave Kit my number, he called and asked me to go to dinner with him that night. I, of course, said yes, and tonight was that night.

I had invited Zoe over to fill her in.. and also help me pick out what to wear.

“Well…you’re never going to believe it.” I replied with a grin.

Her eyes got wide.

“Oh. My. God. It’s not who I think it is, is it? Lydia Elizabeth Benson tell me right now!”

I smiled wide and paused, letting the suspense grow a little.

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"Eyebrows" - Requested

“Y/N…. Get away for me.” Justin shook his head walking away from you. You been trying to get Justin to let you pluck his eyebrows but, he’s been avoiding the question left and right.

“Justin, come on I promise you it won’t hurt!” You argued back.

“No, no, no. I don’t even like it when my damn crew people do it. I rather let them grow.”

“There getting bushy.” You raised your eyebrow.

“And they can get “bushy” Y/N I’m not getting them plucked.“

You rolled your eyes. "Your such a baby. I pluck my own eyebrows & look at how nice they are.” You pointed towards your eyebrows perfectly arched.

“Nope.” He said before you sat down right on the floor in front of him.

“What are you doing.” He laughed.

“What does it look like I’m doing, I’m protesting.”

“Really.” He raised his eyebrow laughing.


Justin just laughed walking right passed you. A few minutes later Justin had came back into the kitchen seeing you still sitting there in the same exact spot.


You ignored him this time.

He groaned. “Fine… If you would stop this little "protest” I’ll let you do my eyebrows.”

You squealed and quickly got up before grabbing his hand walking into you guys master bedroom. You pulled out your little chair from your vanity set. “Sit” you smiled.

He sighed but sat down. “Okay, now relax and close your eyes.” You said. Before he nodded and closed his eyes.

You opened you little eyebrow kit before you took the tweezers and started working on Justin’s eyebrows.

“I can’t get this stupid hair..” You said getting annoyed.“ You kept pulling it before it officially came off making Justin jump.

"Jesus Christ Y/N!” He yelled holding his eyebrow. He looked up at you with his eyes starting to water.

“I’m pretty sure getting a tattoo hurts more then getting your eyebrows plucked and you have like 20 of them.” You laughed at how such a baby he was being right now.

“That really hurt.” He whispered holding his eyebrow.

“Awe baby.” You laughed before kissing his lips.

“Better.” You looked up at him but his eyes were still focused on your lips as he licked his own.

“Maybe just one more, for reassurance.” He smirked.

You laughed before kissing his lips once more. “Alright, let me finish.” You said before he nodded leaning back again letting you finish.

After about 10 minutes you finally finished doing his eyebrows. “Done?” He asked with his eyes closed.

“Yup.” You smiled in achievement looking at what now are perfect eyebrows.

You held up your little mirror that you own showing Justin his new eyebrows. “Soo, what do you think?” You bit the inside of your lip.

He nodded and smiled. “My eyebrows are on "fleek” he said laughing.

“Insta pic?” He said holding up his phone. You nodded before he took a picture of both of you guys.

Captioning it…. “The fleek of the eyebrows”

Riarkle Drabble #21

This drabble was requested by thypoqueen. The prompt is from this post, number 83: “It’s always been you.” 

When they sat together, years later, alone in their one bedroom apartment, Riley let her mind drift. She let herself fall back into that ignorant, innocent girl she once was during high school and sometimes she would wish that she had acted earlier, or done something different. But when she sits there across from Farkle, her feet nudging his as he reads, she realizes one thing.

“It’s always been you,” she mumbles, her eyes wide and her her sudden stop in movements catching his attention.

He looks up from his book, his feet still pressing against hers and a confused but happy look on his face, “What?” he asks. 

Deciding to be closer, she climbs over to him, “Scooch,” she tells him, and he listens, letting them both squish on the small cushions of their old thrift shop couch. She presses herself lightly into his chest and, in return, he throws his arm over her to hold her even closer. “I just realized, it’s always been you,” she tells him. 

Letting his head fall so his nose hits against her head, he smiles, kissing her hair, “What made you think of this?”

She shrugs a bit in his grasp, “I was thinking about how awful I was to you—”

“You weren’t awful,” he said, his eyebrows furrowing together a bit.

“I treated you like you didn’t exist as soon as Lucas came around,” she argued, her stubbornness showing. 

“No,” he tells her, spinning her around so their faces are just inches away from each other, “You were the one who knew I was being bullied and you were the one who brought me out of it. You fought for me against Maya even though we both know she’s stronger than we could ever be. You didn’t push me away.”

Riley looks at him, her boyfriend, her best friend, her go-to, her confidant, and she knows she could’ve done something more. “It’s always been you though. I mean, you, yes you, you right there, you-Farkle, throughout every memory, you’re always there the clearest. Why is that?”

Before he can answer, she rambles on, “I mean I think about middle school and I remember that through everything, there’s no one besides Maya that has stuck by me except for you. I mean, the semi-formal, when the yearbook came out, through me being bullied and even with the stress of high school and the nervousness that came with getting together. I mean—”

Rolling his eyes with a smile, and knowing she’d go on forever if he’d let her, he pressed his lips to hers harder than he had done in a long time. She responded instantly, melting into the kiss with a familiarity and kissing back with a zeal that always came with it. 

“You ramble a lot,” he teased.

Pushing him back with fake-anger, Riley scrunched her face together. “I was trying to be meaningful.”

His teasing demeanor melting, Farkle let his seriousness take over, “And you were, but Riley, it doesn’t matter to me if it was always me or if it hadn’t been me until today. It doesn’t matter if we got together today or as soon as we were born.”

“How would that even work?” she asked him, interrupting.

With a look, she sheepishly pecked his cheek, signaling for him to go on. “It doesn’t matter when or how or why because you are the person I was always going to be with. And that won’t change,” he told her. 

And Riley just knew. She knew this was a forever thing, that they were a forever thing. She knew in that moment, right then and there that Farkle was hers and she was his. It was always him, and that somehow, was everything.

Fire Meet Gasoline Pt. 4

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Disclaimer: This story contains cheating. Solangelo cheats with each other not on each other. Please do not read if angst or cheating triggers you. Keep in mind I have a plot and I am not a horrible person, this is all fiction and entertainment. Thank you.

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Ch. 4-

“I don’t know, I don’t think that’s a good color,” Paolo mused.

“Well it’s a good thing you won’t be the one wearing it,” Will answered. He looked in the mirror. In the reflection, he could see Paolo’s shocked expression. “What?”

“Nothing,” he answered. “I think the gray one looks better.”

Will frowned. “I like this one. Dark blue is better to me.”

Paolo rolled his eyes. “Then why did you bother asking me?” he snapped.

Will ignored him and went to take a shower. There was a company dinner where Paolo worked. Will wasn’t too sure what to do about the fact that he’d have to see Nico with Percy tonight, but he figured if he had made the choice to lie to Paolo and Percy, then he deserved the discomfort of seeing Nico with him. Besides, Nico would be seeing Will with Percy too. Not that it was comparable. Paolo simply acted like Will was a close family friend rather than his boyfriend.

When he got out of the shower, he got dressed and sprayed himself with cologne and fixed his hair. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t doing it all with Nico in mind.

In one more week, he and Nico would be in another city, and for a few days, Will wouldn’t have to pretend. One more week.


“Come on, we’re going to be late,” Percy said tugging Nico away from the mirror. “You look amazing. I’ll have to ward off waiters and waitresses left and right.” Nico laughed and pinched his side.

They got in the car and drove to the ballroom where the dinner would be held at. Despite himself, Nico searched the parking lot for Will or Paolo’s car. He nearly missed an available parking spot for it.

He and Percy got out of the car, and immediately, Percy took his hand. Nico hoped that it wouldn’t be too awkward. This would be the first time since they went bowling that the four of them would be together.

As they walked in, Nico had to greet several bosses and coworkers with Percy introducing him to them for the first time. He couldn’t keep track of the names, and frankly he was more interested in finding Will. It wasn’t until Percy led him to a table that they found them.

Immediately, Nico’s breath caught. Will was dressed in a dark blue tux with a golden vest peeking out from under the blazer. His hair, which was usually set in unruly golden waves all around his head was now neatly tucked behind his ear. It was incredibly similar to what he’d worn to their prom, to which he went with his cousin and Nico went to with his sister because nobody was supposed to know about them.

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lay your heart on me

jikook / 1,048 words / rated G

Jungkook’s hands haven’t stopped shaking since he walked into the hospital. He’s wrung them raw and dry, making them almost feel like his skin is chafing off. His head is pounding, both from stress and the constant tugging at his hair. And the poor floor—he’s sure he’s paced enough to wear a layer off the linoleum.

He’s biting his lips, picking at his nails and every old scab, and trying—just trying to think about what he should do.

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