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A/N: A little one-shot inspired by the finale and something @dreamilytenaciousgarden said to me while we were chatting.

Her mouth was dry and the taste of blood was still present. Her eyelids were heavy and it felt as if she would not be able to tear them open. The swelling around the left one was much more prominent than it had been when her wounds were still very much fresh; it remained closed despite her efforts at opening it.

Michonne found the room to be well-lit; she had no idea what time of the day it was, or, in fact, what day it was. She stirred and felt a hand grasping her right one as rough fingers softly traced over her arm. Shifting her gaze and turning her head ever so slightly, she saw Rick at her side. He offered her a smile and the warmth and happiness in his eyes made her feel safe.

She went to speak, but her parched lips and throat made the greeting come out gravelly.

“Hey,” she managed, before Rick reached down to the floor and grabbed a bottle of water for her.

“Hey,” he replied, undoing the lid. Michonne struggled to sit up. “Hold on.”

He placed the bottle into her awaiting hand and proceeded to put another pillow under her head in an effort to prop her forward.

“I can sit,” she said hoarsely, not wanting Rick to fuss over her.

“I know,” he relied, somewhat amused by her persistent stubbornness. “But let me take care of you.”

Michonne conceded and gave him a thankful grin. Her body ached all over, and her head was pounding. Her face felt sore and heavy from the swelling; her bones felt tired. She was weary, but happy that she was still alive.

Rick took the water from Michonne, retrieved the plastic straw from the neck of the water bottle, and brought it to her lips. She took a sip and felt the cool liquid slide down her dry throat.

“Have a little more,” Rick urged, holding the bottle to her mouth again; she obliged.

“Carl?” she asked, her memory still unclear from her head trauma. “Where is he?”

“He’s fine,” Rick replied while he took hold of her hand again; his thumb trailing lightly over hers. “Helpin’ with the clean-up right now.”

“What happened? Did we get a win?” she asked; the concern for their community was etched across her bruised and beaten face.

“Yeah,” said Rick, his eyes glazing over as he thought about the loved-ones they had lost. “We drove ‘em off, and we’ve got a long way to go, an even bigger fight ahead of us, but you don’t have to worry about that now.”

He shifted closer, leaned down and pressed a languid kiss to her forehead, carefully avoiding any injuries.

“You focus on feeling better, okay?” said Rick while stroking her hair.

“Okay,” she said, with a small smile that caused her face to twinge; she lifted her free hand from her tummy and tentatively pressed her fingertips to her face. She winced when she applied some pressure to her cheek. “Shit.”

“You’ll be fine when the swelling goes away,” he said, squeezing her hand; he hated seeing her in pain.

“Does it look as bad as it feels?” she asked somewhat jokingly, trying to lighten the mood when she noticed the rueful expression he wore.

“You’re beautiful,” Rick whispered, not missing a beat, as he pressed a loving kiss to the back of her hand. She felt a warmth wash over her.

“Stop making me smile,” she joked. “It hurts.”

“Sorry,” he offered, brushing her hair back once more.

“How long have you been sitting here?” she asked, still feeling slightly disoriented.

“Since we brought you here and got you cleaned up,” he admitted.

“How are we looking?” she asked, needing to know their current situation after their initial skirmish; Rick pressed his hand to his brow.

“We…we took a big hit,” he explained. “But I don’t want you worrying about that right now. Maggie, Ezekiel, they’re handlin’ this. They’re helpin’ our people see what needs to be done…”

“Rick,” said Michonne. “You should be out there with Maggie and Ezekiel. Everyone needs you.”

You need me, too,” he said, as if being anywhere but by her side made no sense.

Rick,” she said softly. “I’ll be fine.”

He remained silent and stared at his beloved.

“You’re our leader,” she continued, with pride encompassing her expression. “You’ll take us forward.”

“Hey,” he said softly, gesturing between himself and Michonne. “We are the leaders. Me and you, together, and we will be the ones to show our people the way ahead.”

“I know,” she replied, feeling her heart swell with adoration. “But they need you right now. Remind them that they made the right choice to fight today. Mourn with them, and show them that we can win. All of us, together.”

Rick nodded his head.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll do it; I’ll go now.”

“Good,” she said, resting back into her pillows.

“Then I’ll be back to check on you later,” he said; she smiled at his obstinacy.

“Okay,” she offered, eyeing his expression as he stood; he moved with difficulty and she then noticed he had changed his shirt.

“Rick,” she said. “You’re hurt, aren’t you?”

“Ah, it’s nothin’,” he replied. “You get some more rest. I’ll be back soon.”

Rick leaned in close, held Michonne’s hand over his heart, and kissed her forehead once more; they held each other’s gaze a moment longer before he whispered an earnest, “I love you.”

Charles Xavier x reader (yes, another one)

Originally posted by julee-art

“Y/N, could you please come to my office for a second?” You heard Charles’s voice ring in your head.

“What is it Charles? Can’t you tell me now?” You asked turning pages in the book you were reading.

“I would prefer you coming here darlin’. It’s important.” You sighed and put the book down.

“Alright professor. I’m coming.”

“Thank you dear.” You walked up the stairs of the busy school. It was filled with children of all ages. From afar you could see Hank desperately trying to rush some of them into a classroom but that didn’t seem to work very well. You giggled and walked down the corridor to the professor’s office. You knocked twice and entered the room.

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Reaction to Your Group Members Picking on You. . .

Anonymous said: i have a request eonni!! one where you are the maknae of your group and you get picked on and your group members say things like “ahhh shes such a baby!” or something like that pls. and can it be for got7?? thank you eonni! fighting! also if it wasnt in anonymous, could you make sure i am? thanks!

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A/N aww this is cute~ i’m guessing its a joking picking on? if not please tell me and i’ll change it to your liking. and you weren’t in anonymous, but i got you babe. enjoy!

Kai Eonni ~


He would find this endearing. He wouldn’t be able to hide the smile your cute bickering between you and your other members brought upon his lips. However, every time you would look over at him, he would try to quickly hide his smile and avoid eye contact. Feeling bad that this is making him laugh, but enjoying it too much to cut in. Later he would apologize, trying to get you to forgive him for laughing, offering kisses, cuddles and hugs.

Originally posted by got7europe


He would make sure that it doesn’t go too far, and as long as you were okay with it he would be okay with it. However, he would keep an eye on you and your smile to make sure that it’s a genuine smile and is never once forced. His protective side kicking in as he keeps an arm around you, keeping you close and putting in little comments once in a while like, “You’re perfect Jagi.” or “I love your baby face Jagi, it’s cute. Okay?” Making sure that you’re okay with sweet comments.

Originally posted by jiaerrs


He would keep track of things your other members are poking fun at you about and use them later on. He would find this as a good chance to find other things to get you flustered about, and this would officially make this day one of the better ones that he has had. When you would whine to him about laughing at you for being called a baby he would be like, “Aww come here, I’m sorry, are you sad? Don’t be sad… Baby~” A mocking tone coating each and every one of his words.

Originally posted by jypnior


He would try so hard, like, genuinely trying to hold his laughter in, like I’m serious, he would try really hard, but, he wouldn’t last more than about ten seconds until his adorable laughter spread throughout the room. It wouldn’t just be any laugh though, it would be that hard laugh you have when something hilarious happens, when your stomach tenses up to the point of a cramp and your eyes water. This would be pure gold for Mark  and he would let everyone in the room know. Later he would apologize, or at least try to, but he would end up laughing all over again.

Originally posted by ggot7


He would be a little unsure whether he should laugh or come to your rescue? So he would be sitting there with an unsure smile, his eyes darting from you to your older members. Afterwards when you two are leaving your dorm, he would wrap an arm around you and ask softly if you’re okay. When you smile and laugh saying, “Ah, that? Yeah, they like to pick on me, but it’s like if we were siblings or something, it’s not serious.” He would feel this relief leave his shoulders and would smile genuinely now, kissing the top of your head. “You were getting so flustered, it was so cute that it was hard for me not to smile. I’m so lucky to have such a cute Jagiya.”

Originally posted by kookihyunnie


BamBam would jump at the opportunity to pick on you as well, loving the view of your flustered features, finding it irresistibly cute. He would, like Jinyoung, keep a mental note of jokes that your members say so that he could use them later on when he’s bored and wants to see your flustered again. Though he would always make sure to make it up to you with kisses and cuddles afterwards to remind you how much he adores you.

Originally posted by gyeomjjang


Omgggg, this would be a free-for-all, except it would be for Yugyeom. He would take videos, laugh hysterically, pick on you with your members, and would mock you. This would be Yugyeom World right here. He would replay those videos while you two are snuggling, laughing at them every time. He would bring up the memories at the most random of moments. You two would be picking out crêpes at a breakfast restaurant and he would just look over at you like, “Hey, Jagi, remember that time…”

Originally posted by chattyang


That’s all you had left of him. Just pieces of paper, portraying your beautiful faces and all those majestic feelings that were floating around you and were visible to anyone who was around. But were felt only from you. And that was what made your love so special. The love you two shared, was so powerful, that your eyes were always full and shiny. And now, the question was how something so beautiful could ever end and leave you only with memories and…. Photographs?

Those photographs were the most precious thing you could ever possess. Apart from the enormous part of your heart that was kept for Harry, those photographs were the second thing that brought Harry to you when you needed him. There were there, when you wanted to remind yourself of a chapter so vital of your life, even though it ended unexpectedly. There were there when you wanted to cry; to let everything you had kept inside of you out. There were there when you felt like no one was there for you anymore. There where there when you wanted to feel happy about a good decision you had allowed yourself to make for once. There were there, when you wanted to feel.

Every single shot taken, showed different emotions along with different places. And the thing is that there were a lot of photographs. Harry always loved taking pictures of you and he always tried to find an excuse in order to snap a picture. This gesture of his always made you giggle and smile brightly, and Harry took advantage of that. Most of the shots, were of you smiling or looking at something. And a picture like this was standing in front of your eyes right now.

You had just woken up. The bright sun was so blinding, that you could barely keep your eyes open. You turned to Harry’s side to wake him up too, but all you felt was the cold sheets. You lazily stood up and tried to think what he had to do today that required for him to wake up this early. Nothing came to your mind so you went to look for him.

“Harry? Where are you baby?”, you were saying, hoping he would hear you at some point.

You still got no answer. You searched for him in the living room, in his office and even in the bathroom. He was nowhere to be seen. You weren’t worried; you just tried to understand where he was off to. Just as you turned to go to the kitchen, your face lit up. Right in front of you was standing the richest breakfast you had ever seen in your whole life. You knew that Harry had prepared it. Your smile was so bright; even brighter than the sun that had woken you up.

Just then you heard a click. And you knew that Harry had just taken a picture of you while smiling. He was so sneaky sometimes it made you feel like a child.

“It is beautiful Harry”, you said talking about the food.

“Oh I know love. It is indeed.”, he said and when you looked at him you knew he was talking about the photograph he had just taken of you.

Photography was never your passion but you enjoyed taking pictures. You often found yourself snapping a few pictures of the sky, the flowers, the new places you visited and Harry. Oh how you loved taking pictures of Harry. Someone could say that it was a mutual feeling between the two of you. But you couldn’t help it. You felt like Harry was always ready for a picture. And sometimes it irritated you. But it always fascinated you as well.

“Just admit it! You look good even if you have ten fries stuffed in your mouth!”, you tried not to laugh at your statement but it was the utter truth!

“Y/N, yeh know this is far from the truth! Yeh are the one who is beautiful no matter what. And I am not even mad yeh have taken this from meh”, he said playfully before kissing your lips and bringing your body close to his.

“Yeah yeah you are saying this because you feel bad for me”, you said, pretending to be sad.

“Hey. Look at meh Y/N. Don’t ever say that again. Whatever I say to yeh, is the complete truth. And don’t ever doubt it, ok?”, he said looking you deep in the eyes.

“I was only joking with you Harry. But still. It was good hearing that”, you said half smiling.

“Good. Because I meant it”, he said before connecting your lips once again and you, being all romantic, brought the camera in front of your kissing frame and pushed the button.

Tears started to blur your vision, as you stared at that particular photo which was snapped by you. You knew that things like these would never happen again or even if they did, they would never be the same without Harry. And you hated that. Harry would haunt you for quite a long time as it seemed.

Deep down though, you cherished it too. Knowing that Harry would always be by your side. Even if that meant that he would be there with you through your mind, your heart, your soul. Those were the safest places he could be hidden. Only for you. And you preferred it that way. No one could invade those places meaning that no one would take him away from you.

“Harry my hat just flew off! It was my favourite!”, you pouted at the wind for taking away your hat. You were visiting Rome and you were currently driving down one road in Harry’s roofless car. It was your number one out of the many cars Harry possessed. You always loved the idea of putting your hands up high while the wind was blowing in your face. And that was what you were doing until the wind decided to steal your hat.

“Well, we at least have it captured. It will be remembered”, he cheekily said while showing the picture he took while you were trying to reach the hat with the one hand while your other was trying to keep your hair out of your eyes. It was a nice picture; you had to admit.

“When did you take that? Damn Harry you can be so quick and sneaky”, you said and just then, he laced his fingers with yours.

“Yeh know yeh are my muse Y/N. I can be quicker than a cheetah in order to capture yeh. I love yeh baby”, he said while he leaned in to kiss you.

“Eyes on the road lover boy!”, you said before leaning in and kissing his cheek, blushing furiously at his loving words.

Almost an hour ago, you promised to yourself that you would stop looking at the photographs but as more of them came up to the surface of the box, you couldn’t resist. It was like the memories you shared with harry, pleaded to be reminded of. And you had no problem at all. You even wondered for a minute if you were a true masochist for putting yourself through this procedure; remembering things that were meant to be forgotten. But memories are created to be remembered right? That’s what you told yourself and kept looking. Until that particular photo came up.

“Oh baby, yeh are so cute when yeh are blushin’!”, Harry said before reaching up to free your eyes from a few loose strands of hair that have fallen from your messy bun.

“Well, your words made me blush. It is not rocket science”, you defended and you lost yourself in his eyes, a habit of yours that you had developed from the first time you had seen Harry.

“I don’t know why the words: “I wanna have a family with yeh in the future” are worth blushin’ fo’ but I will take it as long as that rosy colour is on yeh more often love”, he explained and kissed you passionately.

“You did it again Harry! And well, those words are worth blushing for because it is so beautiful for you to say that. I mean I definitely want a family with you and hearing that from you as well is just so… so unique. I love you Harry”.

“I love yeh more baby. Now come here and let meh take a picture of us and your cute blush. That way, our kids will know what yeh looked like when I first told yeh I want a family with yeh pet”, he said before the picture was taken and your blush made its appearance once again.

Who knew that these words would never come true. Who knew that you would be all alone while you would be looking at that picture; without Harry and without your future children. You tried to persuade yourself that you would not give in the tears and the pain but you failed. Again. You placed the photograph in its box carefully, like it was something fragile and it would break in an instant. The thing was that it was indeed something fragile which it had already been broken. And its pieces had made a very deep cut that would scar you forever.

I really hope you liked my new piece of writing as much as I liked writing it! I will be on vacation after Monday meaning I won’t have an Internet connection. But I will try and post some things for you guys because I don’t wanna leave you waiting for so long! Anyways! Happy reading!


Scott: I thought Tessa was great and very very strong and really pulled me through but I was tight and it just wasn’t my day and it was a great lesson to have. As cliche as it is, probably the best lesson to have at a World Championships before an Olympic Games.

Tessa: But you bounced back so well and if that’s not a good day for you, that’s pretty good…I think.

Scott: Yeah well usually, usually you’re not supposed to have to pull me up like that.

Tessa: I didn’t I didn’t…I didn’t do anything.

So there’s talk that you made some comment to him.

Tessa: I think I just said “Oh so dramatic”

Scott: Yeah it was so cute. Cuz I was like…I have I don’t have a bad temper, sometimes, I do.. but usually when I’m competing I can bounce back. And I was just like “ARRG c’mon Scott!!” and she had a joke for me right away and brought me right back. She gave me a squeeze at the arm and I was just…you know it was a pretty nice moment you know.

Golden Skate Interview – CSOI 2017 / Hamilton

Don’t Let Go- Philip Hamilton X Reader

a/n: this is the first time i have worked on a request in so long, it feels so good to finish one. also this is a slightly different writing style (i guess??) so please let me know if you like this

warnings: swear words mostly, gun mention, duel mention, death mention, also she/her pronouns are used per request of the anon 

time period: Revolutionary Times

request from anon: If requests are still open can you do a Philip Hamilton x reader where she finds out he’s gonna duel Eacker and she tries to stop him?(Philip lives AU) thanks, love!

“I’m actually curious to whether or not you are going to go through with it.” You said clearly, making your presence known to the curly haired boy.

He spun around and looked at you, taking in the picture of you staring at him, arms crossed.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, word on the street is that you challenged Eacker to a duel.” You told him, your gaze steely.

God you were going to be pissed if he lied to you and said that he didn’t.

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Seven Brothers (Big Brother JB)

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: Hey, could you do a got7 scenario where the reader is JBs little sister and staying with got7 in their dorm and one of the other members catches you doing selfharm and they tell JB about it and when he confronts you, you tell him it is because you feel as a brother he has abandoned you, but a fluff ending please where you end up with 7 brothers instead of 1. Also my reason for making such a request is because as of 5 june 2017 i have been 3 months clean of selfharming and my brother helped me.

~Congratulation on keeping clean love!!!~

~also sorry if it’s not great or anything. I really don’t know too much other than what I have read on the topic~

Your fingers tingled lightly at the sensation of the metal of the blade trying press through the sensitive tips. You looked at yourself in the mirror before you looked down at your wrist. Past marks littered your skin and no matter how many times you did it, you were left with the still feeling of loneliness. While staying with your brother, you still seemed even farther away from him than ever, maybe being there didn’t help you at all. You understood he had his own life and all but he seemed to completely forget you when it came down to it in the end. 

You were snapped from your thoughts to a pressure on your wrist, sounds had disappeared when you lost yourself in your thoughts. “Y/N” you hear in a panicked voice as you looked down seeing the carmine liquid that had been coloring the sink for who knows how long now. Arms had wrapped around you and it was a rather soothing feeling “what are you doing?” BamBam’s voice rang through your ears. His eyes had scanned over the scarred arm as he held you tighter than ever. “Drop it” he told you as your fingers let go and the thin metal clinked into the sink.

He sat you down onto the toilet “keep pressure” he told you as he pulled away and went under the sink “don’t tell anyone” you begged as he looked up at you. “Please” you continue as you felt yourself shake. BamBam stayed quiet as he got the first aid kit out. “We both know I can’t promise anything like that” he told you “you weren’t even supposed to be here” you tell him as he shook his head “not everyone wants party or anything” he told you as he pulled the towel away, he shook his head lightly as he scanned over everything. “Whatever it is that’s troubling you. It might not seem like it but there’s someone out there willing to listen and help when you feel like this” he says as he rubbed ointment onto it before he placed gauze on it and wrapped it up. 

“For now lets just go lay down for a bit” he told you as you looked at him “come on” he says as he takes you over to his room to lay you down. “I’m staying with JB-” “well you’re going to lay with me for awhile” he says as he brought you down onto his bed. He wrapped his arm around you as he brought the cover over you two. You didn’t say anything but let yourself into the warmth and began falling asleep.


“What do you mean?” Jaebum asked “keep your voice down” BamBam hissed as he smacked his elder. “Don’t shout it out” BamBam continues “how bad is it?” Jaebum asked “check for yourself but don’t be rude to her” BamBam says as Jaebum nods.


You were woken up by Jaebum “what did you do?” he asked as he sat down on the bed. You shrugged, he calmly took your arm and pulled up your sleeve up lightly as he looked over your arm “why would you do this to yourself?” he asked. You shrugged “stop shrugging. It solves nothing” he says “why?” he asks again as you turned away “Y/N” he warned “why does it matter?” you asked him loudly shocking him “we aren’t close don’t act like we are” you tell him. “I don’t care if we’re not close. You’re my baby sister” he told you as “you haven’t been my brother to me for a long time” you tell him. His face instantly showed hurt “what do you mean?” he asked “when was the last time you called me just to talk?” you asked him as he remained silent “it’s like you’re cutting me out of your life and you were a really good job at it” you whisper as he shook his head. 

“That’s not true” he promised “I would never do that to you” he says “I know I don’t call or text as much as I should but I think about you all the time. You’re important to me. So so important” he says as he took your hand. “I won’t leave you” he whispered pulling you in for a hug. 


No one brought it up, no one stared at you unless you were telling a story, and never made you feel bad. The boys seemed to really care about you and your safety, it made you happy and it was pretty nice when you had Jackson cling to you, Mark and Jinyoung gave you smiles, Yugyeom and Youngjae made many jokes, BamBam would just say sweet things to you. They made you feel loved and cared for. You had a real feeling of happiness with these boys, they made you feel wanted more than anything else. 

sorry if it’s not good once more!

But to the anon, Idk if it means anything but I’m proud of you and I hope you stay on this path. I’ll be cheering you on the whole time!

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Originally posted by jayparkisagod

-Jay’s POV-

It’s been three months since I fucked up. Ninety two damn days without seeing her smile, without hearing her voice, without her words. I haven’t been the same. How can I be that little girl’s dad? No wonder she doesn’t want her around me. I can’t stay like this much longer. Steph won’t answer the phone, Y/N, sure as hell won’t answer it. I don’t even think she’s still staying with Sooyoung. I haven’t heard a thing from any of them. 

I sit in the studio day in and day out, trying to keep my cool but it never works. I always end up crying myself to sleep because I miss her so much. The picture in my office of us wasn’t helping me out at all. I was in my office sitting in my chair, more memories floated through my mind. 


“What the hell!”

“You could have killed Sunghwa! What the fuck is your problem?! Stop being so fucking jealous of Sunghwa!”

“How can I not?! Every time I see you, you’re with some other guy. You think I didn’t see you with Wooyoung?! Who the hell do you want?! Is it Wooyoung or Sunghwa?!’”

“…Do you know how much it hurts me to see you with another man? I can’t stand it. It’s killing me. I just feel like I’m fucking up so much. I can’t lose you a second time.”

“I’m not with Wooyoung nor am I with Sunghwa. I’m with no one. Leave Sunghwa alone. Do it for me. Okay?”

“I can’t when I still love you.”

“Why the hell are you protecting him?! Move Y/N!” 

“No! I’m not letting you hurt your friend over me, Jay!”

I can’t just sit around anymore and wait for something to happen. I have to do something or nothing will chance. 

-Y/N’s POV-

“WHAT?! YOU CAN’T! Y/N! I know you’re upset with everything, but you can’t!” Steph shouted. “You can’t stop me!” 

I’m leaving Korea. I came to the decision last night. I can’t stay here anymore. Not that he knows. I don’t plan on ever coming back. It’s just too much trouble right now. Stephanie was trying to guilt trip me into staying. She wants Jay to accept that he’s a father and try to be be Seulgi’s dad. But I refuse to let him. I’m protecting the both of them this way. I’m saving Jay’s career by not pushing him into Seulgi’s life. And I’m protecting Seulgi by not letting her see what her dad father does for a living. And Steph doesn’t understand that. 

“What about Jay? Don’t you think he deserves to be in her life?! He’s her father!” 

“Don’t you think if he wasn’t some asshole with girls always hanging off his shoulder I would let him be her father?!” I screamed back. Steph only stared at with. She could see the hurt in my eyes. 

“You still love him, don’t you?”

I couldn’t answer. I was too riled up. I walked into my room and slammed the door shut. I slid down the door and tried to control the tears that were now falling. 

-Seulgi’s POV-

Mommy slammed the room door. She must be really upset. I was watching from the kitchen. Girls? Aunt Steph groaned and ran into her room. I looked on the counter and saw Mommy’s phone. I climbed on the chair and grabbed it. I typed in the password which was my birthday. April 25. 04/25/09. I went to contact and searched for my father’s name. Park Jaebeom. Why can’t my last name be Park. Park Seulgi. I like it. Does Mommy not like that? What happened between them?

I found it and sent a text message. “Meet me at the park by Sooyoung’s apartment. I need to talk to you.” I tried my best to sound like Mommy. I think I nailed it. I grabbd my backpack and rushed out the door, shutting the door quietly so Mommy and Aunt Steph can’t hear it. I ran for the park.

Once I got there, I sat on the bench holding Mommy’s phone. I watched a little girl and her parents on the swing set. The little girl and her mother were on the swings. The dad was pushing the both of them. The mother’s smile was very bright. The little girl’s laughter was heard all around the park. I saw a familiar car pull up. It was his car! He got out and looked around. We made eye contact and his eyes widened. He ran over to me. “Seulgi! What are you doing here by yourself?! Where’s your mother?” 

“I sent the text.” I admitted jumping off the bench. I hug him tightly. “Daddy.” 

-Jay’s POV-

I was frozen. I didn’t know what to do. How did she get her mother’s phone. There’s no way in hell she knows that Seulgi is in this park alone. She’ll kill me. “Seulgi, we need to get you home-” “No! I want spend time with, Daddy.” She squeezed tighter around my thighs. I squatted to her level. “Do you mean that? I don’t want you to be in trouble.” “I don’t want to believe what Mommy says about you. Spend time with me to prove her wrong.” 

What does she say about me to? Is it all bad? I picked Seulgi up and put her on my waist. “You’re very heavy!” I joked kissing her cheek. Her laughed holding on to me tightly. Her laughter brought a smile to my face. Is this what it’s like to be a father. “How about we go get some ice cream?” She nodded her head and put it on my shoulder. I wrapped her legs around my waist to make she didn’t fall. We made our way to the a nearby ice cream parlor. I got us both a cone and we sat in one of the booths. 

“Well, Seulgi. Is there anything you want to know or?” She nodded and pulled out a locket. Y/N’s locket that I got her for one of her birthdays. I remember that. She promised she’d wear it forever. Seulgi opened it and revealed the picture inside. “Did you give Mommy this?” “I did. She promised me she’d wear it forever. I’m just glad she kept it.” Tears were forming at the thought of the memory. Seulgi got out and sat next to me. She wrapped her little arms around me and pulled me into a hug. “Don’t cry, Daddy. Mommy and I still love you very much.” I couldn’t tell if that true or not, but I decided to just believe it. “Appa, can I see you work?” 

“You wanna see me work?” She nodded and let go of me. “Okay. Finish your ice cream and maybe you can.” I watched her try to it her ice cream fast. “Slow! I don’t want you to get a brain freeze!” 

Gosh, I’ve only been her actual parent for about 20 minutes and I sound as if I’ve been there her whole life. She obeyed and slowed down. Is this what it’s like being a parent? “Daddy! I’m finish!” “Great. Now go throw your trash away. And we’ll head to the studio.” She jumped out of her seat and threw away all of the trash. She must be really excited about going to the studio. No one I know has ever been excited to go to studio that doesn’t work there. I paid for the ice cream, grabbed Seulgi’s hand and walked out the parlor to the studio. 

-Y/N’s POV-

I sighed and unlocked the door. I looked around the living room. It seemed pretty quiet. Too quiet. “Steph! Where’s Seulgi?” “I thought she was with you!” She yelled through her bedroom door. “I thought she was with you. Wait! Where’s her backpack? Where’s my phone?” The door was unlocked. But it was locked earlier. Oh no! No no no! I grabbed my hoodie, slipped it on quickly and rushed outside. I ran down the sidewalk screaming her name. “SEULGI! SEULGI! SEULGI! SEULGI! Mommy’s sorry! SEULGI! SEULGI! Please come home! SEULGI!” As I screamed, tears were forming. I’ve never lost her before. It’s my biggest fear, just like it was my mom’s biggest fear to lose any of her children. Damn it! I’m such a failure! Maybe she’s at Sooyoung’s. I ran to her apartment and asked her if she saw her. She said no. I ran to the park nearby and she wasn’t there either. I began asking around, luckily I had a picture of her in the pocket of my hoodie.

-Jay’s POV-

We walked hand in hand into the studio. “Yo! It’s Jay!” I heard Joon Kyung’s voice. I looked up and saw some of my closest friends walking up toward me. Seulgi let go of my hand and hid behind my legs. “Who’s the kid?” Sik K asked. I smiled and looked down to see Seulgi tensed up, holding my legs. “Guys! This is my daughter, Seulgi.” I said proud. “Daughter?!” They all repeated. “JAY YOU HAVE A KID?!” 

I nodded. “Seulgi-ah, they don’t bite.” I reassured her. “You promised, Daddy?” “Daddy promises sweetie.” She let go of my leg and moved to left to let everyone see her. “Be nice or I’ll kill you all!”

Finished! How was it? Did you enjoy it? Here’s the next chapter. Thanks for reading. Admin Kai and Admin June

Just friends, right? END

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: mild language

Word count: 1760 (oops it got longer than expected)

Summary: Bucky and the reader are madly in love but they both are unaware of the other’s feelings

A/N: Yay, My first completed series! I hope you guys liked it! Feedback, as always, is greatly appreciated.

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Originally posted by bagelbarnes

It was 7:50 pm as you paced anxiously around the gym waiting for Bucky to enter. Every slight noise put you on edge expecting him to burst through the door. You had been reciting what you wanted to say to him for the past hour and every minute that passed by made your nervousness grow.

You really didn’t have anything to be worried about. You already knew that Bucky loved you, it was just that sharing all your feelings with Bucky was nerve wracking. There was no telling how he would react. Would he try to take back what he said to you in the gardens when you brought it up?

“So Buck, are you going spar with me for real this time? Last time I beat you so bad, I swear you were letting me win” You heard Steve joke with Bucky as they approached the gym door. You froze in your spot unable to move, when all you wanted was to hide. Your nerves were getting the best of you, but you took a few deep breaths and regained your composure. Straightening your shoulders, you turned to the door and waited for Bucky and Steve to enter.

Their voices became clearer as Steve opened the door and allowed Bucky to go into the room before him. Immediately after Bucky’s feet crossed the threshold of the gym, Steve slammed the door closed behind him.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, lock all the gym doors and do not open them until I give you the go ahead. Mr. Barnes has something he needs to take care of in there” you heard Steve yell from outside the door.

“Of course Mr. Rogers” the automated voice replied and the click of the doors locking echoed throughout the space.

Bucky hadn’t noticed that you were in the room as he was too busy pounding on the doors, trying to get himself out.

“Steve what the hell! Let me out you dick” Bucky yelled, clearly exasperated with Steve’s antics. You were also a little shocked with Steve’s “plan”. This is not what you had expected but if it’s the only way to get Bucky to hear you out, then so be it.

Bucky’s hands were buried in his hair as he turned himself around, obviously not getting anywhere by yelling at Steve. That’s when he spotted you. His eyes widened and he immediately began yelling at Steve again.

“Steve I to swear to god, I’m going to beat your ass when I get out of here” Bucky shouted and slammed his fist against the door again.

“Bucky, we-” you started but he cut you off.

“No, no I can’t do this Y/N” he cried. Hearing him say your name for the first time in a very long time sent shivers down your spine.

“What do you mean you can’t do this? What can’t you do?” you asked and stepped closer to him.

“I just can’t” he said and gripped his hair harder and slid down to the wall and onto the floor.

“Bucky, I-”

“No, I don’t want you to say it…I know it was stupid of me to say. The last thing I ever wanted was to make you uncomfortable. I really ruined everything, didn’t I? You have to know how sorry I am for saying it but I just couldn’t help myself. I know you deserve better than me and I know what you are about to say. I can’t bare to hear it, so please don’t” His words came out rushed and he seemed to be choking on the air around him. His gaze dropped to the floor and you took a deep breath.

“Buck, look at me” you stated firmly.

“Please Y/N, don’t” he begged you but slowly lifted his eyes to meet yours. You stood above him and looked him directly in his eyes.

“Did you mean it? What you said at the gardens?” You asked nervously, picking at your nails. The silence was tense and after a few moments he opened his mouth to speak.

Every word” He whispered. A warm sensation radiated from your chest and spread down your arms and legs. You smiled and he stood up from where he was sitting on the floor. He was no longer looking at you. He just paced back and forth across the padded floor. His hand were in his hair yet again and he seemed to be getting more flustered by the second. Amidst his pacing his eyes met yours and he stepped forward to speak to you.

“Okay listen. I’ve felt… that way about you for a long time now. At first I thought it was just a little thing that I would get over. But then every time I saw you around, I couldn’t stop staring. I found myself thinking about you all the time. And then I started talking about you when you weren’t around. I’d miss you whenever you left a room. I would wonder how you would wear your hair everyday and I’d practice how I would greet you at breakfast in my bathroom mirror. Your presence made me feel at ease, like I was a human being again. You would help me through my nightmares and play with my hair. You stayed up late with me to watch movies when I couldn’t fall asleep and whenever I came back from a mission you were the only person I wanted to see. You made me breakfast and exposed me to the new world. You trusted me with everything that you had and that is something that I had never experienced. I mean, how could I not love you for god’s sake. You are so intoxicating and insanely intelligent. You were so compassionate and you treated me like a normal person when I felt like I was a monster. We were best friends, but I always wanted more with you. I should’ve been satisfied with being friends with you and I’ve waited for years for my feeling to subside but they’ve only grown. I invited other girls around to distract myself, but on every date I would keep daydreaming that you were the one with me instead. When we went to the gardens I thought that if I could tell you, even if you were asleep, then maybe I could ease my mind. Obviously that was a shit idea. Now I’ve ruined everything and I’m sure you won’t want to be around me anymore. I’ve missed you so much and these past weeks have killed me. I understand that you don’t feel the same-” His words had you nearly in tears. He had just said everything that you had every wanted him to say to you but he just wouldn’t shut his beautiful to allow you to speak. You interrupted him and began to talk.

“Bucky-” he cut you off again.  

“Y/N please just let me finish, I know that you deserve better and-”

“Bucky please-”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to be friends-”

“Bucky goddammit shut up and listen to me!” You yelled at him. His eyes snapped to you, wide, and his cheeks were bright pink. His line of sight dropped back to the floor while he tried to catch his breath from his speech.

“I need you to look at me so I know that you are listening, please” You whispered. He lifted his eyes to meet yours and they held a distressed look that he only expressed after a particularly bad nightmare. You stepped forward and took his metal hand in yours. His body froze as he stared at you.

“Bucky, I love you”

“You-you what?” his eyes opened even wider than they were before if that was even possible. You reached out and brushed his hair out of his face from his wild rant.

“I love you.”

He gaze left your eyes and he gripped your hand tightly.

“I’m dreaming. This isn’t real” he murmured. He lightly shook his head back and forth.

“I can promise that you are not dreaming. I’m real, and I love you very much Mr. Barnes” you smirked and chuckled at his reaction.

“Again” he whispered.


“Say it again” he pleaded with you and his eyes met yours once again.

“I love you” you stated and kissed his jaw.

“Again” he asked and a smile began to spread over his perfect face.
“I love you” you kissed the tip of his nose.

“Hmm again.”

“I love you” you kissed his cheek. His hands settled on your hips quirking his eyebrows to ask if it was okay with you. You smiled at him and rested your head on his chest. You were too lost in eachother to hear the click of the gym doors as they unlocked. Steve peeked his head inside and saw smiles on both of your faces. His work was done.

Bucky’s large hands held your face as he tipped your head up to kiss him. He weaved his fingers through your hair and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You both grinned into the kiss and at some point had to pull away because you were both too giddily happy. Bucky’s metal thumb rubbed the small of your back under you shirt and he leaned down to kiss your neck. You groaned and pulled him closer to you.

“Um guys, this is great and all but maybe you should go to one of your rooms before you have sex all over the gym floor” Steve smirked as the both of you whipped your heads around to the source of the noise. He laughed at his own joke and you smiled. Bucky’s hand gripped yours as he pulled you towards the door.

“Yeah whatever punk” Bucky said and shoved his shoulder into Steve with a smile.

“Oh wait there’s one more thing” Bucky stated and stopped you right in front of Steve.

“Y/N I love you, how’s about you let me take you dancing?” your smile grew and a massive grin overtook his face. “There Steve, how was that? ‘Tell her that you love her when you know she’s listening, and take her dancing’” he quoted Steve’s words from earlier that day.

“I’m gonna say that you did pretty good” You piped up from next to Bucky and squeezed his hand. He smiled at you.

“Alright so dancing? Where are we going?” you asked and Bucky led you past Steve.

“Where ever you want, love” he stated simply and kissed you forehead.


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Bts reaction to you having trouble with bullies:

This is for all the peaceful people out there who are dealing with bullies. Lots of love, I hope this makes you feel better, enjoy. ♡♡


Originally posted by poisondripp

He noticed that something fishy was going on when you returned home less enthusiastic than usual, so prepared you a rich meal of everything you loved, brushed your hair and even let you hug his Mario pillows. He wouldn’t want to pressure you into telling him what was wrong so he just threw in random hints. “Can’t a man love his girl? You are my princess, you deserve to be treated like that”


Originally posted by daeguboy

Oh it won’t take him long to realize you are feeling down. You would usually cause a lot of noise in your house, joking and playing around. But when he noticed your one word answers and tired expression, he felt worried. Hell he was scared. “Tell me baby girl, what is going on, oppa is here”


Originally posted by bangtanbighit

Jhope was always the perfect person to lift your spirits. So whenever you had a bad day, or things got too tough to handle on your own, you ran to him for help. Asking what to do. At first he was very worried. Asking you why you never brought this up. And you realised it was probably the right thing to do. Because his hourly texts of encouragement made you feel a lot more confident. “I have to hear your laugh to relax jagiya.”

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Originally posted by meganhyunhee

He often asked you if everything was going good at school. If you were being bothered or anything. So you waited for one of those days to pour it all out. Once you were done, teary eyed, he wiped your tears and kissed your forehead with so much tenderness. Telling you everything will be fine as long as you step up and have confidence.


Originally posted by sugaglos

He was going to surprise you by waiting for you at the school gates. But instead of seeing your beautiful smile, he noticed a commotion around you and lost his mind. Gritting his teeth and clutching his fists, angry jimin was activated. He ran to the bully yanking them from your figure and threatening to make them wish they weren’t alive pointing to his bodyguards while wrapping a muscular arm around you.


Originally posted by averageoppa

If you ever need comfort in your life, seek Kim taehyung. This puppy would make you forget all your worries in a matter of minutes. Pulling off pranks and messing with you, you were truly grateful that you let out what was bothering you to him. “Baby, I know I am not around you at school, but please take care of yourself, imagine me licking your cheeks like how you love me to”
*I don’t know either don’t ask*


Originally posted by taetaymy

You know how sometimes people get so mad they look too calm? That was the case, when your casual talk about your uncomfortable day turned into sad sobbing, he just stood there, blank expression, too angry to form words. He took a deep breathe and sat you down. “Look at me, look at my eyes. You are perfect do you understand? Anyone who dares to hurt you or make you cry like this will suffer excessive pain either from me or a good lady called karma”

dickgraysonns  asked:

8 + timkon ?

8. “Wanna bet?”

When Tim finally got back to his apartment, it was midnight. He hadn’t eaten since noon and he was exhausted. He was also filthy and in extreme need of a shower, which was what worried him the most.

Closing the door behind him, he listened to see if a certain someone was in his apartment, again. He definitely heard the shower running, and the bathroom light was on.

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some spooky scary halloween prompts (for OTPs or BROTPs)
  • we’re both at this halloween party and you are SLOSHED and your friends ditched you, i can’t leave you alone??
  • we don’t know each other but i came as (character A) and you came as (character B) and well, look at that, (character A/character B) is both of our otps…strange…we should do something about that….like make out
  • whoops you’re wearing the same costume as my best friend, i did not mean to hug you and kiss your cheek, where is my friend?? but you are so cute
  • we’re at a harry potter themed halloween party and you and i are the ONLY hufflepuffs, what the heck?
  • you come up to my door in the middle of a sea of children, aren’t you a little old to be trick-or-treating??
  • we’re both bobbing for apples and it gets super competitive very fast
  • can you please turn off “this is halloween” it’s fucking JUNE
  • you’re scared of haunted houses and halloween attractions and i don’t even know you but your friends left you behind (what dicks) so i’m gonna hold your hand and get you through this, alright?
  • ever since we were kids its been our tradition to binge watch horrible scary movies on halloween, go get the popcorn ready
  • you absolutely loathe horror films whereas i love them, can we please please please just watch one? i’ll hold you if you get scared!
  • why on earth did i think a good first date was watching the human centipede with them on halloween, they’re never going to call me back
  • there’s a costume contest at our school/campus and you’ve won the last three years…i’m determined to beat you for best costume this year
  • you’re very superstitious, so when you come over to my apartment for the first time and see i have a black cat, you start to cry and wtf i have no idea what to do?? but socks won’t hurt you, i promise?? i’ve had him for five years and he’s never brought bad luck??
  • i thought you were joking about being a witch but holy shit, you actually practice witchcraft, that’s so cool and also kind of intimidating?
  • we decided to go camping with a bunch of our friends on halloween and we’re telling ghost stories around the fire when we hear a sound come from the woods…turns out you just went to go pee, jesus, you scared us
  • you have no idea what until dawn is and you’re terrified of horror games/films and i make you play it with me on halloween, i know i’m a dick, but it’s such a good game!
  • better yet, we’re starting out youtubers and we dedicated all of october to playing scary games like slenderman, fnaf, indie games, until dawn, etc and because of our pansy ass crybabying over the horror genre we get really popular really fast?? how? why???
  • we share an apartment and you decide to go all-out decorating for halloween while i’m at work. a notice would’ve been nice before i walked into a fake spider web and cried because i thought it was real, thanks a lot
Mark Imagine - Date

A/N - This one was a cute little one for a lovely anon~ I hope you all enjoy! This one won’t be too long and less story-like. It’s basically just a snapshot of Mark’s thoughts while he’s on a date with the reader.

Could we get a Mark Perspective of a really fluffy first date with Y/N?? Love your blog and thank you if you do this!!

Sitting across from them I just feel so lucky. This absolutely stunning human is on a date with me, Mark Tuan. Never could I have dreamed that she’d actually say yes. All this time I’ve been falling more and more and not doing anything about it because I was scared and now look at me. I would ask her to pinch me to make sure it’s real but even if it is some vivid dream, I never want to wake up. Her smile is just so dazzling how could she be real? And when she runs her hand through her hair? I’m done. I feel like one of those fangirls who can’t stop staring at their idol. She just…ignites something in me. I don’t quite understand it but I can sure as hell say I love it.

The date seems to be going well and she’s smiling a lot which is a good sign. God that smile. She always laughs at my bad jokes as well which is something I’m not used to. Usually, the boys just stare blankly or tease me for how bad they all are. But (Y/N) actually finds them funny. Or she just doesn’t want to make me feel bad. Probably the latter.
“(Y/N), I was just wondering, do you actually find my jokes funny?” I asked her, fully expecting her to say no.
“Not funny necessarily but they’re endearing. They’re the type of jokes my dad would make.”
“Well that’s a wonderful boost to my confidence.”
“Thought it would be,” she replied, the smile on her face making her glow with a radiant beauty.

When the night was over and I drove her back to her apartment, I didn’t want it all to end. I loved spending time with her as she brought out another side of me. She made me forget the stresses of my daily life and allowed me to feel normal. With her, I was no longer Mark from Got7. I was just Mark Tuan, a regular 23 year old guy from LA living in Korea. I’m crazy about her. Absolutely crazy. So when she invited me in with that seductive look on her face, I could barely hold myself back.

anonymous asked:

ew you're a vegan. all of you are hateful and think you guys are so damn good. you're so stupid for thinking eating meat is bad. meat is the best. you guys push your opinions on people and try to make us feel bad. unfollowed.


The hostility between vegans and non-vegans has always been rather puzzling to me. I’ve been a vegan for a good number of years now, and all I’ve really seen in regards to ‘hate’ would be some non-vegans saying that vegans are cruel to them, judge them, or ridicule them.

While I’m positive there have been vegans who are cruel and judgemental, I think it is incredibly unfair to make all vegans the enemy because of those select few.

As a society, aren’t we pushing the idea that radical extremists only make up for a very small, very incorrect percentage of a whole group?

Any vegans you may come in contact with who push their beliefs down your throat should be treated in the same way you would treat a radical feminist.

I do not categorize all meat-eaters as reluctant, and often cold and close-minded, even though I have met many who fit that description.

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How could I be sure?

Hi guys! 

This is sort of a Part3 to the Cheating Series however it can still be read as a stand alone too. If you want to read them first, you can find them on my blog.
As promised, this has two endings. The four little stars indicate ending Nr. 1, anyone who wanted a different ending can then just keep reading. 

Warnings: It indicates some dirty bits.

Gif isn’t mine but I love it so much :D 

My mouth had found the skin of his neck as I’d leaned forward, settling my lips against it so I could kiss him there. Harry’s entire body had gone rigid and he’d responded by wrapping his arms around me tighter, making me giggle into his neck. My legs had been locked around his waist and I’d forced him down lower so his crotch was on the same level as mine, leaving us both with an excited feeling in our stomachs. My hands had wound into his lovely hair and I’d enjoyed the softness of his strands. He’d groaned when I’d scraped his scalp.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he’d moaned against my jaw.

I’d laughed again and nodded, pressing myself against his chest some more. I had let my lips trail down and to his collarbones, suckling and biting softly. “What can I say? I missed you badly.”

“Was only gone for a few hours, sweetheart,” Harry had hummed lowly and he’d pulled away from me long enough to take of his shirt.

“Still too much,” I’d whined, my arms already open to welcome him back into them, “want you with me all the time.”

I’d grinned proudly when I’d noticed the love bite I’d left on his neck and Harry’s chest had rumbled in a low chuckle. It hadn’t been something I did often, leaving marks on him. But I’d strangely found a liking of it recently.
His fingers had then reached up and gently caressed my cheek and the green of his eyes had been full of sparkles and shone warmly. Harry’s cheeks had been a light shade of pink and his breathing had been faster than normally. He’d looked so happy.

“You know I’m yours,” Harry had whispered, looking at me intensively, “S'never gonna change.”

“I’m yours, too,” I’d promised, reaching up my own hand do stroke his jaw, “It couldn’t be any different.”

A hum had left his beautiful lips and he’d leaned in, pressing his now naked chest to mine and coming closer so he could kiss my lips. My heart could have burst of happiness, the feeling of his lips driving me crazy. Harry had felt like home as he’d allowed me to cuddle into him. I had been home. I’d loved the man hovering above me so deeply, especially in moments like this where we could just enjoy each other fully.

That all had happened so long ago, when really I’d believed it wouldn’t ever stop.


“Is he going to be there?”

Kate glanced at me through the mirror as she fixed her hair for the third time, her eyes finding mine from where I sat on her bed. I peered up at her with guilt tugging at my heart, knowing she wouldn’t like me having asked that question. I was to never mention him again, she’d ordered me shortly after I’d broken up with Harry, he wasn’t worth my thoughts.
My fingers clenched and unclenched before I quickly brushed the sweat forming in my palms off on my tights, my heart beating wildly in my chest. It had been two months since I’d erased his number from my phone, three months since I’d last said his name and four since I’d seen him as he’d walked out of my life, after I’d told him that I couldn’t forgive him for sleeping with someone else. And still, there was no sign I was even close to moving on or getting over him. The mere thought of the possibility of seeing him tonight had me tingling with fear and a strange sense of excitement.

“I don’t know,” Kate admitted quietly, giving me a gentle smile. “But it’s possible. He gets on well with Joan and David and they’re coming for sure. They might bring him along.”

“Huh,” I hummed and nodded, my brows furrowing.

I wondered what he looked like. I’d seen him in the papers, of course, but he’d been all wrapped up in his hoodie and had worn sunglasses to cover his eyes. Though he’d honestly had had better days, he surely hadn’t seemed like he was miserable. Surely not as miserable as I was without him.
A dinner with friends was different though. He’d have to dress up a little and leave those stupid glasses, which were preventing me from seeing those eyes I missed so much, at home.

“Will you be alright?” Kate asks as she hooked in her earrings before turning to me, “If he’s there?”

Her tall and slender figure sat down in front of me and I quickly nodded, meaning it. Or at least, trying to mean it. Kate surprised me with her soft gestures and quiet words, as she sensed my my discomfort.

“We can always cancel, sweetie. No one would blame you as they’re all pissed at him since the truth about your break up came out.”

I whimpered at that, thinking back to the horrible moment when I’d walked past a magazine which’s cover said in big letters: Harry Styles cheating scandal - truth revealed.
After Harry and I had declared our break up to the public, there had been many stories flowing around, speculating as to what had happened and often painting me as the villain. In one article it said I wanted him to give up his solo career to be home more, in another one I supposedly hated his fans and wanted Harry to neglect them and in the last one I’d read, Harry had dumped me after finding out I’d spent thousands of his money on cloths and shoes. From there, I was too fed up with those lies and quit paying attention to them. It still hurt to know I was being insulted and talked bad about every day, but I tried to accept it.
However, Harry didn’t. Those rumors were put to a quick end once Harry had had his second TV appearance since ending our relationship. The interviewer hadn’t even pushed him on the subject, hadn’t mentioned my name or our relationship, and had only asked if Harry was doing alright. To this my ex-boyfriend had said:

“You know what? No. I’m not.”

And with that he’d told them everything. How he’d cheated on me, how I’d found out and that I was in no way to blame for our break up as it had understandably become too much to bare for me. Harry had stated how he regretted it all and that he wished it were different, but that he respected my decision and wished me the best. He also asked the media and his fans to leave me alone and to not harass me as the bad guy and paint him as the victim anymore. To my great surprise, as well as relief, they followed his request and left me alone. It was now Harry who got the nasty stuff and who was painted to be an asshole. I had to admit that it made me feel bad for him. All the negative publicity he got hurt his image, I knew that.

“No,” I protested, “We promised to go and they’re expecting us. He’s just my ex-boyfriend. I have to get over it eventually.”

Kate shrugged and slipped on her shoes. “I’d understand if you spat at him should he dare coming to dinner.”

I let out a giggle at her words and brushed my fingers through my hair one last time, fixing it a little before I got up to put on my shoes too. I wrapped my scarf around my head and put on the thick coat I’d brought along to Kate’s place, before quietly asking:

“You’re not too harsh to him, are you?”

“To Harry? Well, he does have to take a joke once in a while, but it isn’t too bad I think. They’re all still his friends, except for me.”

Kate pulled at her long hair so it fell perfectly and grinned at me, as if expecting my praise.

“That’s not quite fair,” I said quietly, “he cheated on me and not on you guys. You shouldn’t be punishing him as well.”

“I don’t see how you’re punishing him,” Kate said and motioned for me to follow her out of her bedroom, “as your friends we have taken it upon ourselves to defend your honor.”

I rolled my eyes at that and waited for her to find her keys.

“Also, stop justifying what he did, Y/N. He doesn’t deserve it.”

I didn’t argue, knowing she was right. Harry didn’t deserve my loyalty anymore, and neither did he need it. Though my heart still behaved silly whenever I thought about his beautiful eyes, my tummy turned when it occurred to me that he might as well have found comfort with his lover again. After all, he didn’t have me holding him back anymore and could do as he pleased.

I loved Harry. Him and I had been so connected with each other I’d even believed our hearts beat at the same rhythm. Looking at him had given me such a rush of relief and happiness, just stepping into our house to see him would have cheered my mood up and had instantly set me at ease. How hadn’t it been the same for him? Why had he needed someone other to fill an empty space I’d apparently left uncovered? I wondered if he was subconsciously relieved about us breaking up. Perhaps he just hadn’t had the courage to do it, but was glad he didn’t have to feel bad anymore. I’d given him the chance to devote himself to his lover completely and to be with her officially. Maybe, he loved her already anyway and had simply been too nice to tell me.

“Ready?” Kate asked and looked at me expectantly.

Ready to face the guy who broke your heart?

“Yes.” I quickly followed her out of her apartment and pulled the door shut behind me.


When Harry had kissed me, it was the kind of kiss that had my heart beating fast, my fingers shaking and a rush of dizziness flooding through my body until everything, even my toes, tingled.
I wondered if I’d ever find someone who could kiss me like that again.

My knee knocked against the leg of the table and I cursed under my breath before scooting further down the bench to where Kate sat already, chatting with her boyfriend. The atmosphere of the restaurant was relaxing and though I was still buzzing with worry, the presence of my friends began to slowly ease me.

My friend Graham chuckled as he’d seen my clumsy incident and I giggled before motioning him to scoot closer so he, too, sat on the bench beside me. Soon we’d successfully fit six people to sit around the table, leaving enough space for the four chairs, awaiting the guest who had yet to come. I really hoped Harry wouldn’t show up and that those chairs would be occupied by anyone other than him.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages, Y/N,” Graham said after he’d settled down, “How have you been?”

“Quite good,” I replied quickly and was about to ask him what he’d been up to himself, when my eyes landed on a much too familiar figure that had appeared behind Graham in the doorway.

He was so beautiful still. It was silly to be surprised by it, but that’s exactly how I felt, even when I wasn’t supposed to think of him like that anymore. He stole my breath.
His soft brown hair was still short, but it stuck into every direction just as if he was trying to grow it out again, making him look all fluffy and disheveled. His strong upper body was dressed in an unusually simple, white shirt and his long legs were clad in tight black jeans. Everything about him was so familiar. My Harry. He looked so much like my Harry, even if he wasn’t that person anymore.

The reason I doubted that I’d ever find someone who could kiss me the way Harry had done, was because I’d seriously had my doubts about every falling in love again. Maybe I’d care for or like someone in the future and find someone who’d make me happy. But to find that toe-curling, all consuming love I felt for Harry again with someone else? It seemed impossible. Partly because I hadn’t let him go yet, even after everything that had happened.

The moment his green eyes found mine they widened and his pink lips parted in surprise. Harry hadn’t expected me to show up, I realized. It almost pleased me a little, knowing that I’d caught him off guard. Just as Kate had predicted, he had his friends Joan and David by his side, a couple I only knew briefly. I didn’t mind them, but I would have appreciated if they’d left their tag-along at home. Sensing my sudden discomfort, Graham turned his head and his entire torso tensed the moment he realized it was in fact Harry who’d showed up. He quickly turned to look at me.

“Will you be alright?”

“Sure,” I muttered and lowered my gaze. I could feel everyone’s attention shifting onto me. They all wanted to see how I’d react to his presence.

I didn’t want to see Harry, I couldn’t bare it. Though I’d told Kate that having dinner with him present would work out alright, I felt sick and as if I was going to cry. Who’s hands had given his hair this look? Had it been the same woman he’d allowed to pull at it or was it somebody new already?
My heart was beating so fast I believed I could hear it. The blood rushed through my veins and I prayed it wouldn’t show by flushed cheeks. I didn’t want Harry to know how uncomfortable he made me feel, it’d be like admitting he had won.

“Oh look who it is!”

My head shot up by the sound of Kate’s voice and I frowned upon noticing how she’d fixated her gaze on Harry. A challenging smile pulled at her mouth and I grimaced, knowing she’d jump to his throat if they were alone. Kate was “more” than me in a lot of ways. Prettier, older, more out going and much more self confident. I’d known that when she’d said “Harry has to take a joke once in a while”, it meant she taunted him whenever she got the chance.

“Kate, don’t,” I warned but she ignored me.

“Didn’t think you’d show up,” Kate continued, “you shouldn’t have.”

Harry was about reply when his eyes shot back to mine, nothing but guilt and regret evident in them. His mouth fell shut. I shuddered and lowered my gaze instantly, uncomfortable with him seeking my help. He didn’t deserve it and it angered me how he thought he did.

“Don’t look at her,” Kate growled angrily.

“Kate,” I begged, “leave it. Let us all just have a quiet dinner, okay?”
Finally she turned her attention to me before rolling her eyes, then she turned her attention back on her boyfriend Adam.

I dared to focus my gaze back on Harry and was both, relieved as well as sad about him not looking at me anymore. Harry visibly swallowed and his eyes lowered to the floor. I noticed a sudden rosiness on his cheeks as if he were embarrassed and I bit my bottom lip, guilt crawling up my throat. I didn’t want him to be humiliated in front of all the people he considered to be his friends. Though Harry had humiliated me as well, but at least it hadn’t happened in front of people.
David by his side clapped Harry on the shoulder and muttered something to him, before pulling out two chairs and motioning Harry to sit. He looked as if he was going to decline, obviously tensed and uncomfortable. But he didn’t and I scooted further back and to Graham, trying to take my mind off of my ex-boyfriend who took a seat opposite to me.
I was going to have dinner with the man who still haunted my dreams.

The rest of our group arrived and soon all the seats were taken, giving me a chance to hide in the crowd.

I couldn’t stop myself from peering at him every now and again. A sickening feeling rushed through me when I remembered how there had once been a time where we wouldn’t have ever sat this far apart from each other. We would have insisted on sitting close, holding hands and kissing sometimes, even when we annoyed the others by it. He didn’t look that different from the person he’d been back then and I even shuddered when I felt the familiarity, and at the same time, felt as if I had no idea who he was anymore. I didn’t recognize any of his clothing articles and my mouth went dry when I noticed outlines of a new tattoo peeking out from his neckline.

“Excuse me.”

Graham’s expression turned from a smile to one of concern but I shook my head and motioned for him to let me through so I could rush through the restaurant and to the back of it. I found the bathroom and quickly locked myself inside a cabin, just in time before any of the other girls present could see me cry. Soon sobs wrecked through my body and I shook my head.
What had I been thinking? That I would be able to look at him, without it stabbing me in the heart again and again? That I’d somehow forget what had happened?

I loved him. I truly loved Harry with every bit of me and I could hardly bare it.


“In here,” I sniffled, wiping my nose with some toilet paper.

Then I reached for the door and unlocked it, moments later Kate barged in.

“Oh sweetie,” she cooed upon seeing my tears.

Her hands found my cheeks to brush away the drops before she wrapped both arms around me to hug me close. The comforting gesture made me cry some more.

“We’re going home, okay? Adam said he wouldn’t mind driving us.”

I shook my head and brushed away the wetness still slipping from my eyes after untangling myself from her. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” Kate spoke calmly, “How could you be? Everyone will understand and know that-”

“That I can’t even be in the same room as him after four months! Kate that’s ridiculous and stupid!”

More tears slipped down my face and I faintly wondered how many times I’d cried in the last few months because of him. I’d lost count long ago.

“They’ll think I’m embarrassing. He should just be some guy to me by now and not have this fucking effect whenever he’s only as much as mentioned to me!”

“Who cares what they might think?”

Kate’s gentle eyes looked at me with such kindness it shut me up. Gone was any trace of the anger her face had held earlier and the only thing left was my friend who wanted nothing but to take care of me.

“I understand, Y/N. You loved him. That doesn’t just go away and despite what you think, no one expects you to be over it already.”

“I still do,” I whimpered quietly, “I love him so much my chest could burst.”

Kate nodded and brushed my hair from my forehead. “That’s fine.”

She smiled gently.

“You love him and that’s okay. We’re going to fix you up and then leave. You’re going to get your bag and say goodbye to the rest of the group and then we’re out of here. It has nothing to do with weakness, honey, but maybe you guys just need to stay separated some more.”

How surreal, I thought. Kate was right. Harry and I needed to be separated still. It felt so wrong to even think about it.

Still, I allowed Kate to pull me to a stand and make true to her promise by she drying my cheeks and brushing her fingers through my hair, fixing it as good as she could. Then she grabbed my hand and began to lead me confidently through the restaurant.

“Graham!” she called over the table, “Her bag, please.”

Graham hurried to hand it to Kate and I looked away, too embarrassed by feeling all of their eyes on me once again. My cheeks flushed and I was glad when Kate pulled my arm so I would follow her to the door and outside, escaping the awkwardness.


My body tensed when I heard his oh so familiar deep voice and my feet hurried to catch up with Kate who didn’t slow down.

“Y/N, wait!” he begged and my heart ached, “Please!”

Harry was fast and though he’d hesitated to run after me he managed to catch up quickly. My body went rigid when his warm fingers wrapped around my wrist and I gasped when he pulled me to face him, forcing me and Kate to a stand.
His green eyes were wide and he looked pale in the soft light provided by the street lamp. His hair was a mess and I whimpered when I noticed the swell of his eyelids, indicating that he’d cried only recently. So he really had tried to hide something by wearing the sunglasses each day he went out.

“Let me talk to her,” Harry spoke sternly and though the sentence had been directed at Kate, his eyes were only set on me. He locked his gaze with mine with such intensity as if he planned on never looking away again.

“No way-”

“Kate, I can deal with it. Give us a moment, okay?”

She glance at me as if I’d lost my mind, but I had only eyes for him. Harry. His closeness both, freaked me out and made me feel happier than I’d been in a while. My eyes were watering and my stomach fluttered, the entire situation becoming too much. Harry sighed in relief at my words and I saw something sparkle in his eyes. Hope, maybe? Kate let go of my hand and took a few steps back, giving us space but remaining close enough to jump in.

“Where’s Cici?” I asked, crossing my arms and swallowing down the lump in my throat.

Harry’s face fell instantly and all emotion I’d recognized as hope drained from his eyes. I raised my brows at him and bit down on my lip hard, keeping the tears back.

“She told me you haven’t been calling her lately. Said she misses you.”

Harry’s mouth fell open and he shook his head. “No, I- How do you..?”

“Know that? I had a chat with her!”

Anger settled in my veins as I thought back to my rather unpleasant shopping experience only a few months back. I’d noticed someone had been following me once I’d entered Sainsbury’s, but never had I expected it to be her. She’d stopped her cart next to mine and had grinned up at me in a way that still haunted me now, all white teeth and fake. She’d been pretty, beautiful even. With her full lips and hair as red as a flame, she fit much better to Harry’s side than I did and it made sense he’d slept with her when she offered herself to him.
Cici had laughed, before she went on to explain that she’d recognized me from seeing me on a picture Harry had kept as his phone lock screen.

“I knew you were pretty but not as much as you are in reality. You’re not very photogenic.”


“How’s Harry?” Cici had went on, “He hasn’t called me in a while and I miss him.”

She’d rolled her eyes and pulled up her perfectly plucked eyebrows, as if she hadn’t understood at all how he could have possibly gotten tired of her.

“Does his absence mean you finally found a way to please him then?”

Cici’s mouth had pulled into such an ugly smile then and she’d tried to lay a hand on my arm, before I had quickly pulled away.

“He likes it when you roll your hips whilst straddling him,” she’d advised me before I’d turned away with disgust.

That’s what I’d felt. Pure and raw disgust for what this woman was.

“She’s lovely,” I continued and tried to push away the memories, focusing back on the man standing before me.

Harry’s face was hard to read, all I could see was how deep in thought he was. I’d caught him off guard completely.

“Y/N,” Harry whispered and reached out as if to caress my face, but then he hesitated and let it fall back to his side.

“She let me be after informing me about how you were the biggest she’d ever had. You fucked her good, apparently. Does that please you, Harry? Knowing that?”

“No.” Harry’s head shook rapidly and his hands brushed away the few tears who slipped from his eyes.

It didn’t feel good to see him cry. It didn’t bring me any sense of victory or triumph over him. All it did was sadden me further. It saddened me, because from wanting to exchange nothing but words of love, we’d gone to this. Inflicting pain on the other as if in a constant battle of who could take more.

“It doesn’t make you happy, that the woman who was worth ruining our relationship over, thinks you were good at fucking her?”

“Stop saying that,” he whispered, “I haven’t seen her in months, Y/N. Not since you…”

“Oh, does it warm my heart to hear you stopped sleeping around with her after I found out about it!”

“You never used to be so cynical,” he observed quietly and I hissed at his words.

“Yeah, well, I suppose I changed too.”

He nodded and lowered his gaze, staring at his feet. His ringed fingers clenched by his side and I watched his tense shoulders slack even more.

“I love you.”

Air left my lungs and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I stared at him, unsure if I’d heard him right, though I knew I couldn’t have imagined it. The way he said it… the familiarity of the sound almost mocked me. How dared he being so unfair? He couldn’t say those words to me anymore, not when they didn’t mean anything to him.

“You don’t.”

He nodded before sniffling noisily. “Yes, I do. I never stopped.”

“If you loved me, truly and with all of your heart, then you wouldn’t have been able to touch her like that, Harry.”

My voice broke and for the first time I wished for Kate to back off even more. Her presence was starting to make me feel uncomfortable as I didn’t like for anyone to see just how far under my skin Harry was.

“I don’t know what possessed me, Y/N,” Harry confessed, “I cannot understand my actions when I look back. They make no sense.”

He was cold. I noticed how his skin was covered in goosebumps and I swallowed down the words shooting to my head, as I wanted to scold him for not wearing something a little warmer. It was almost a habit. I’d taken care of him for too long to now do anything else.

“I can’t be around you,” I whispered, suddenly aware of how he was still holding on to my arm. “You make me feel insane.”

He shook his head, the curls falling into his face. “We can fix this. We don’t have to end our relationship, Y/N.”


He shook his head, the green eyes now swimming in tears. His fingers shook and tightened on my wrist when I tried to pull away.

“Y/N, we can still safe each other, I promise! I’ll do-”

“No, Harry,” I cried and finally managed to pull myself free and taking a step back, “I don’t want your stupid promises that you know you can’t keep!”

Harry stared at me, his cheeks just as wet as my own. I stared back at him and for the first time, it felt like we were connecting again. The bond between us, pulling us together was still there and I had to take in a deep breath so I wouldn’t be dizzy. Bringing together all the courage I could fathom, I reached forward and touched both hands to his shoulders. He visibly relaxed under my touch and his own palms found my hips to settle on. I shrugged him off though once he tried to pull me against him and he instantly let go. His eyes sparkled and it hurt me to know what I had to do next. I’d craved his touch so badly, but selfishly I wished I wouldn’t have to see him from this close when I broke his heart.

“It was too late to safe us the moment you lay down in her arms, Harry,” I whispered.

His face grimaced and he let his head hang. I pulled away and gasped when I heard the faint sound of him whimper.

“I’m sorry,” I promised, my own voice breaking as I cried, “but It has to be this way.”


Harry’s Point of View

She just drove away. Her friend and the boyfriend just took her away from me, no hesitation. Nothing. They took my Y/N away without a second thought, as if it wasn’t like they’d ripped out my heart and left me stranded on the side of the road.
You brought this upon yourself, a quiet little voice spoke inside my head, everything that’s happened is because of you.
I knew that was true. I’d thrown away the love I’d known would be the only thing I’d ever need for the rest of my life, so easily and without even noticing it.
And yet, I still felt like I couldn’t let her go. All of this mess, it had been brought by me, I knew that well enough, but couldn’t that mean I could bring us back?

I’d meant it when I’d said that I wanted to safe our relationship. Y/N’s solution was to just run away, but who was to say that was the only solution there was?

I’d get her back. There was no life to build up when she wasn’t in it. Any other life wasn’t one I wanted to lead. Y/N had called all the shots so far and I couldn’t bare it anymore, not when her every move was to push me away. This couldn’t continue, I decided. She had to give me a chance. I couldn’t go on without having at least explained her just how deep my remorse went, as she had so far always interrupted me. Maybe if I could just remind her of how good we were together, she’d accept and give us another chance. I needed her to like I didn’t need anyone else.


A cab pulled up by my side and I quickly jumped into the backseat. I told the driver Y/N’s address and urged him to drive as fast as he could, promising even to pay extra.
When he finally pulled up on the curb of her street I almost jumped out of the vehicle. My feet hurried up the stairs before I hammered against the door with my closed fist. I must have looked like a maniac, still only dressed in a light shirt even though it was fucking freezing and I wondered what her neighbors thought. Once again she had me running after her and knocking on her door.

“Who is it?” my girl’s quiet voice spoke, strained and full of worry.

“I’m not giving you up,” I called, “Not again. Not ever.”

“Oh, for god’s sake, Harry.”

My heart squeezed painfully as I could clearly hear her cry. The door was pulled open and I pushed her aside so I could enter before she had time to refuse me. I wouldn’t ever let her refuse me without giving me chance again. Her rejection was something I’d experienced three times now and I was sure I wouldn’t survive a fourth time.
Y/N hadn’t changed her clothing yet and my head felt clouded by how cute and adorable as well as breathtakingly beautiful she looked. Even the tears straining her cheeks couldn’t change that.
Before I could think about it properly, I reached forward and took those soft cheeks into my hands.

“M'never gonna let go,” I swore, my eyes looking into her beautiful ones, then I connected my mouth to hers.

She whined, pressed her hands to my chest and I suppressed a gasp when her feet kicked my shin. I responded only by moving, one hand pushed the door shut and with the other I pushed at Y/N’s side, forcing her to stand up agains the wall. My lips still moved against hers and I could have rejoiced when I felt her kissing back, just when I was about to pull away. I craved nothing more in the world than her being close, but I wouldn’t have ever forced myself onto her if she showed so clearly that she didn’t want me to touch her.
But she kissed back. Her lovely hands freed themselves off my hold and found their way into my hair, fisting and pulling at the short roots.

“I’m growing it out,” I moaned against her mouth, “Know you liked it better when it was longer.”

Y/N only responded with a hum, equally eager to connect our lips as I was. She didn’t mind when I pressed her harder against the wall so she was trapped between it and my body. We kissed for so long I lost track of time, until she suddenly shook her head, forcing me to disconnect from her and her body began to jerk as she tried to pull away.

“No,” she whined, “let go.”

“Y/N,” I gasped and closed my eyes before obeying and pulling away.

I pushed myself off the wall and took a step back. I watched as she brushed her hand over her lips and my stomach dropped when I noticed how her lovely eyes began suddenly swam in tears.

“What are you doing? Haven’t you tortured me enough already?”

I shook my head. “I’m not trying to torture you, Y/N. Quite the opposite in fact.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked and crossed her arms over her chest.

My hands instantly found her wrists and I held onto them, giving in to the crave of touching her. From the moment I’d met her it had been hard not to reach for her whenever we were close.

“You love me,” I whispered and went on before she could deny it, “I see it in your eyes. I see how your breathing quickens when I’m near and I can feel myself being drawn to you. We’re it for each other Y/N and you fucking know it!”

She stared at me, her lips slightly apart.

“We can’t separate, my love,” I told her and squeezed her hands gently, “you’d kill us both if you force me to go.”

Y/N lowered her gaze and shook her head tiredly, “I can’t, Harry. You don’t understand. I don’t think I could ever trust you again.”

“I don’t expect you to blindly forgive me, Y/N,” I swore, my voice barely above a whisper as I feared I’d scare her away otherwise, “you can doubt me. And question me. Everyday for the rest of my life if that’s what it is. I love you and I’ll fight for you always. I will bare it as I deserve you to second guess my every move.”

“How can you want a life like that?” Y/N argued and weakly pulled at my hands, trying to free herself.

Yet she only did it lightly, as if she wasn’t sure if she really wanted me to let her go.

“Because I have never been as in love with someone as I am with you,” I promised.

Y/N’s lips fell apart and her watery eyes stared into mine. Her rosy cheeks tingled and could almost hear her heartbeat.

“I love you too,” she confessed so quietly I thought I’d missed it.

A smile pulled at my lips. Warmth spread through me and suddenly I felt as calm as I hadn’t in a long time.

It was all the encouragement I needed to lean in and kiss her once more, only this time I pressed my lips to her only gently, waiting to see how she’d react. My heart swelled when she reacted the way I’d hoped she would; Y/N leaned in and kissed me back with such intensity my breathing stopped. Her wonderful smell took over my senses and all of a sudden I was drowned in luck and happiness. She was here and she wasn’t pushing me away.

“I need you to devote yourself to me and only me,” I heard Y/N whisper against my cheek.

Her breathing came out rapidly and she whimpered when I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand.

“It’s only you,” I whispered before kissing her softly, “It will always, only be you. I am so sorry for what I did. But it will never happen again, I swear it.”

Y/N’s gently eyes met mine and my tummy danced when she smiled. I hadn’t seen her smile in much too long. Her hands clutched me close to her, fisting my shoulders and breathing me in by trailing her nose alone my jaw. My head leaned in to rest against hers and I sighed.

“It will be only us from now on.”

That’s it! Hope you all liked this little series. :) Feedback is always welcome. Requests are currently closed as I have some to catch up on. 

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anonymous asked:

Because I'm trash, could I request the reaction of the Evan Peters characters when they accidentally hit their s/o in the boob? (Because it's inevitable, if you're dating someone with a boob, it's gonna happen if you're together long enough)

Tate: Would laugh like the little shit he is and not say anything about it. But if you brought it up, he’d be an asshole about it and make a boob joke. If they were small, “What? There wasn’t even anything there for me to hurt” If they were large, “Well how am I supposed to get around them if they’re taking up all the space?”

Kit: Would laugh and sheepishly say sorry. He’d have to stop himself from smiling about it the rest of the day because he’d feel so bad, but still think it’s the funniest thing to have happened.

Kyle: Would immediately keel over and start laughing. You’d have to threaten to punch him in the balls in order for him to stop. And once he finally does, he’d be all “Do you want me to make it feel better? I can give you a massage.”

Jimmy: Would feel so bad. “Here, you can punch me in the face if it makes you feel better?” Would not stop thinking about it all day, and would be trying to do nice things to make up for it. Would secretly think about how soft your boobs were.

James: Would profusely apologize and hold you in his arms as though you were just stabbed. He’d kiss the top of your head and stroke your hair. He’d also scold you for being so close to him that he was able to injure you. But then he’d blame himself again and promise to buy you something shiny.

Rory: Would literally just immediately grab your boob and try to rub it. He’d apologize through a grin and just continue fondling your breast until you told him it felt better. 

unhealthyamountsofhamilton  asked:

You asked for a Evak and Eva/Jonas double date headcanon. Even brings flowers for Isak but Jonas doesn't bring them for Eva. Eva points this out and Even reveals he also brought some for her ("dude, you're making me look bad"). Eva joking that she's going to steal Even and Even declaring that he only has eyes for Isak. Eva and Isak then proceeding to say that THEY are going to run away together. Jonas deciding that this was a terrible idea and Eva kisses him on the cheek. P1

 P2: They go to the movies and Eva and Isak talk and giggle the whole time. Jonas complains, so, as a solution, Even just hard core makes out with Isak to shut him up. After, they meet up with the boy and girl squads and they all expect Jonas to complain but he just says it was perfect and he’d do it again. Obviously, Magnus decides they’re his Ot4.

Oh! Sorry for answering this late, but this is soooooo sweet! Thank youuuu <333

animarosa  asked:

Also from the dialogue list: #3. “I’m flirting with you.” for Ryder/Jaal

This one is super silly. Once Ryder and Jaal have been together long enough, Ryder becomes comfortable enough to start using bad pick up lines with him as a joke. Jaal is generally confused.

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I’m Flirting With You

One of Ryder’s favorite things about Aya was the view, the lush green around the city that turned into molten rock beyond. It was something Jaal also enjoyed and he could also almost always be found, which is where Ryder found him. She leaned against the railing. “You know of all the things I brought with me to Andromeda, I’m really glad I brought my library card.”

Jaal moved a little closer, “Why is that?”

“Because I’m checking you out.”

He didn’t quite understand but when Ryder looked up at him with her devious grin, his heart started to flutter.

“To the tavetaan?” she asked.

This he understood, “After you, darling one.”

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