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Jack Maynard imagine - The Girlfriend tag.

Anonymous Requested: “Heyo! Imagine with jack? The plot could be that him and the girl do first video together and its girlfriend tag, some cute questions maybe? Thank ya xx”

So here you go! Hope you like it 💗

You and Jack were sat on your bed in front of his camera and lights about to film the girlfriend tag.

“ Ready?” Jack asked looking nervous.

Jack was always worried that you’d get hate from the fans that would make you feel sad. You got one or two hate comments but brushed them off because you have thick skin and most the fans were so lovely and loved you.

“Yes! I’m so excited!” You exclaimed making him chuckle.

“Okay here we go” He said and hit record on the camera.

“Hello everybody! I’m here with a special person today!” Jack looked at you.

“That’s meeee!” You announced.

Jack rolled his eyes.

“Yes I am here with my annoying but-“ Jack began but you punched his arm.

“HEY!” You complained.

“But AMAZING girlfriend.” He laughed.

You were both laughing now.

“Anyway I realised y/n hasn’t been on my channel much so we’re filming the girlfriend tag! I asked you guys for questions” He explained.

“So let’s get started! What is the last thing you to argued about?” He read from his phone.

“What the best flavour of milkshake is” You laughed.

“Ohh yeah” He laughed too.

“It’s chocolate!” You yelled.

“No it’s definitely vanilla” He insisted.

“In fact why don’t you guys tell us who’s right” He suggested.

You mouthed “Me” and pointed to yourself.

“Nope” He said and shoved you lightly so you fell backwards on to the bed.

“You know I’m right” You said loudly as you sat back up.

“Whatever” He rolled his eyes playfully.

You giggled.

“What was the first thing you noticed about it each other?” He read the next question.

“Umm” You said thinking.

“Figure, butt *cough,cough* oh I meant eyes obviously” He joked.

You rolled your eyes.

“I actually noticed your eyes first I think.” You answered.

“I mean who wouldn’t” He said and winked making you giggle.


You answered a few more questions and laughed a lot.

“Last question!” Jack announced.

“Ooh lets end on a deep question” He said scrolling through the questions on his phone.

“Aw this ones cute, what made think “damn I want to date him/her?” He asked.

“Ooh this question is cute!” You said.

“You’re answer?” He asked.

“Umm I think it was the stupid jokes you told me when we first met. I loved the fact you knew the jokes were horrible but told them anyway” You laughed.

“Wow thanks” He teased.

“And your answer?” You asked.

“Well Umm I liked the way you had a spark in your eyes. You are just such a happy and whenever I’d speak to you no matter how sad I was you made me feel happy.” He said sweetly.

“Awww that was so sweet” You blushed.

His face went a bit red as well.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek lightly.

“Well that’s it for this week, thank you for watching!” He said goodbye and then ended the video.

Reading through the comments later made you smile so much, his fans were so sweet!
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Comments

Chelseylolll: Omg the way he looks at her #relationshipgoals.

Mia889: Their argument about milkshake 😂😂

Jackmaynardloverrr: I need to find me someone who looks at me the way Jack looks at y/n

Avagrace: The way he looks at herrr!

Ria1245: I want a relationship where we argue about things like milkshake.

Pipppyy: Ship then so much!

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I just love living in a constant tire fire, so this was inevitable. GTAV ruined me in a very unique way. This is only the beginning, you should probably unfollow.

alright, I know BM is the Extra ™ king of our hearts but there are so many things about him that we got to discuss and appreciate more like:

  • The most!! underrated!! dancer!! in!! Kard!! @Hidden Kards we gotta start showing some love to this man’s moves and his thicc thighs he puts so much energy and enthusiasm into every choreography 
  • also: always so happy to be on stage!! legit always beaming ear to ear every performance no matter how tired he is during interviews or off stage!!
  • surprisingly artistic? he’s got a pretty good eye for colour and shape if the odd doodles he done for signs and the lock in the secret kard episode is any indication
  • also….probably hella smart?? dude legit was going to be lawyer untill he decided he wanted to hip thrust to korean music for the rest of his life @bm dm me I want to know what your grades were like
  • compliments the girls!! compliments j seph!! compliments camera men!! compliments interviewers!! how dare this man attack us with all this love and positivity 24/7
  • gets super into certain musicians and recommends them to everybody y’all remember when he talked about Russ every single time he was asked what he was listening to? probably the type to play the same album again and again from front to back
  • super gay for j seph and also living proof that true friendship is when you and your bro start dancing in public as celebration to everything
  • surprisingly vulnerable and honest?? every time he gets asked about trainee life he’s always super up front about how difficult it was for him there’s no macho posturing on his side
  •  sk8tr boy 
  • how he’s been praised for his korean by interviewers but he’s always throwing in random english catchphrases and switching around languages during more casual settings i feel him #justbillingualthings 
  • likes it when k-fans call him Big Mathew okay you’re not fooling anyone
  • always happy to twerk. always. 
  • probably has a way more softer toned down side?? the other members have said that off camera he’s very different lord can you imagine Soft BM in sweat pants and an old t shirt being all quiet and cuddly and affectionate?? disgusting. 
  • is probably out there at this very moment being the hip thrusting frat sk8tr LA boy who loves his members and loves the Hidden Kards and tries to lift everyone’s mood you know what i hate this i played myself with this post good bye 

anonymous asked:

Best of Alex's stage antics from the eycte tour in your opinion? My personal favorite is him lying down on the camera track and in a very animated manner pretending like he's going to be hit by a train

by “best” do you mean “worst”?? lol i hate him. jk. well half kidding hahaha i love him and i hate him.

the train crash reenactment was indeed very dramatic hahaha

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i’m personally fond of the very first time he lied down on stage and did bicycle legs, before it was something to be expected at nearly every show lmao

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i also have a personal fondness for the time he did it at lolla since it was right in front of me lol

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and when he performed from the balcony in a bath robe

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the absolute WORST was in dublin when he lied down on his back and then like…scooted/wiggled across the stage??? i was very disappointed last week to find out that video has been deleted and as far as i know there isn’t any other evidence of it happening.

i’ve always thought his singing to the camera at rock en seine was genuinely cute and funny, if that’s considered an antic

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and then there was the stage crawling lmao

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i always laugh when he does this to miles during i want you in tokyo

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OH MY GOD I FORGOT ALEX THE CONTEMPORY DANCER. that one might be my favorite hahaha

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the pillows at le nuits de fourvière

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stupid ass motherfucker lip syncing miles’ part

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OH MY GOD THIS. this was DANGEROUS. ALEX NO

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his kangaroo hopping always makes me laugh

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“she loves me, she loves me not”

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whatever the fuck this is

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there isn’t a video, but this dumbass and his cheeseburgers

[x] i’m excluding the cheeseburger to the groin since that happened to him, it wasn’t intended to be an antic lol

when he does the thing with miles’ mic stand in this video

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“welcome aboard everybody”

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the time he danced like groot

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alex “pay attention to me” turner

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when he stole someone’s sunglasses in santa ana

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and his dolphin dive at coachella

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also when he runs around the stage during les cactus at rock en seine, but i can’t find a gif lol.

i’m excluding any milex antics because this is already long enough, but pretty much everything i didn’t include but would is in this video haha

The Only Exception (Part 5)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,844

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, sarcasm, hot firemen, draaaamaaaa, did i mention angst? this is getting ridiculous.

A/N: Cliffhangers are mostly unintentional. I got so many ACK HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME messages that I wanted to post the next part. Warning: it’s mostly just to move the plot along.

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Being in the Hunger Games with Damian Wayne

•As soon as they called his name you knew you were dead.

•Just dead.

•This guy has such hatred towards everyone it’s scary.

•The Hunger Games might even be good for him.

•He didn’t even look at you when you were standing on the podium.

•A sick feeling consumed you for the train ride.

•What’s the point of training and fighting if this angry boy is obviously going to win?

•Damian would give you occasional glances.

•But you never noticed.

•"tt, You’re worthless if your going to wallow like that.“

•He took the pillow hiding your face.

•"If you’re going to die might as well do it with pride.”

•I mean that didn’t help at all.

•You became slightly more afraid of him.

•Hewasjusttryingtohelpbutitdidntwork

•Arriving to the Capitol Damian made it known that he hated all of its citizens.

•Flipped off the camera multiple times.

•But for some reasons the citizens loved him???

•All the careers tried to persuade him to join their group.

•Damian focused on combat only.

•You focused entirely on survival skills.

•Sometimes Damian would stare at you when you were learning new tricks.

•"I think he likes you.“ Your teacher joked as you were trying to set a fire.

•"I think he’s just trying to find ways to kill me.” You would nervously grumble back.

•On the interview night he answered every question within 3 seconds.

•Except one question.

•"Do you think you’ll-“
•"I’ll win.”

•"Will you team up with other districts?“
•"No.”

•Now the Host was going to try a different approach.

•"Damian, I’m sure under your tough attitude you have feelings towards a special someone hmm?“

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•2
•3
•4….

•"No… I do not.”

•This got the crowd curious.

•Damian refused to say anymore and walked off stage.

•The night before the Hunger Games you didn’t see Damian at all.

•Too consumed with your thoughts you stayed up late and saw Damian walk in.

•He merely glanced at you before going to his room.

HUNGER GAMES

•Looking at the clock countdown was the most terrifying thing ever.

•Your goal was to grab a bag near the edge of the blood fight center brawl and run to the woods.

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•6
•5

•You looked at Damian to see how he was.

•Calm as ever, but stared right back at you.

•He was looking at you the entire time.

•You gave a nod towards him and positioned your feet to where you wanted to go.

•On the blast of the canon you immediately ran grabbing a backpack and went into the woods.

•The night showed that there was the most kills on the first day in Hunger Game history.

•Damian obviously didn’t die.

•You were pacing along the shadows of the trees before you saw a hunched figure trying to hide.

•Closer inspection you realized that it was Damian with a ugly gash along his thigh.

•Sounds of other careers were heard not too far off.

•You ran up to him putting your hands up.

•"Look I’m not trying to kill you just let me help you.“

•He glanced at you skeptically but didn’t say anything.

•You took ahold of his body and dragged him to a hideout.

•"Do you have any medical stuff?”

•He grunted and pointed to his backpack.

•Looking inside it was filled with high tech medical items and food, all from sponsors.

•You applied the medicine and gave him some pain relief.

•When the bleeding finally stopped you took a deep breath and laid down.

•Damian was asleep and drowsy from the medicine.

•"What were you doing fighting all those careers by yourself?“ You mumbled looking at his resting body.

•His chest wasn’t moving.

•Was he breathing?

•You scampered towards him and put your lips near his.

•But you realized he was breathing and pulled back.

•A hand however was placed behind your head and your lips crashed into his.

•When your lips parted with his you looked at him bewildered.

•"For you…Y/N”

•He was obviously not fully conscious but could still talk.

•"I was trying to get rid of the others… so that… so that… you would have a better chance… to win the games.“

Zen’s is his bad habits. He hates smoking & drinking but he cant bring himself to stop. He feels so alone and they’re the only things there for him when he feels like so. He gets nervous if he steps outside for a cigarette during something or when he has a “lucky beer” before doing anything important since its something he doesn’t want to do, yet he does anyways.

Jumin hates his “robot personality” the most. He envies 707’s sense of humor and ability to make MC and everyone laugh– He wishes he could too; but it normally backfires on him. He doesn’t understand why he’s like that, he just is. And it bothers him a lot.

Yoosung is insecure about his looks. He thinks he has a baby face, is too short and skinny etc. He really doesn’t like how childlike he looks– He feels like he cant come off serious or masculine to anyone around him despite wanting to so much.

Jaehee surprisingly doesn’t really like her hands. They’re riddled of scars from years of paper-cuts and calloused from carrying heavy document boxes and holding onto binders all day. She doesn’t like to shake hands much because of that fact, opting instead for a soft bow or curtsey.

Seven doesn’t like anything about himself. His looks; since he thinks he’s too chubby, his personality– since he thinks he’s annoying. Its why he likes going undercover so much; Its like putting on a mask and swiping all his insecurities under the rug for the day.

V doesn’t like the scar he has on his ankle from a bicycle accident that happened when he was a kid. Its fairly large, going a little ways up his leg and it still gets sore sometimes since it was directly on his bone. He usually wears long socks to cover it up most of the time since he doesn’t think it looks very appealing.

Saeran obviously hates everything about himself? But I think he hates his tattoo the most after being adapted into the RFA. It reminds him that no matter how hard he tries his past is always there, always imprinted on his body. It makes him feel like he’ll always be that person no matter the effort he tries to give into bettering himself.

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Elizabeth the 3rd doesn’t like that she snores when she sleeps. While her master seems to love it, ( she always wakes up with a camera in her face, ) she finds this rather un-ladylike.

bts as boyfriends (namjoon)

♡  tumblr! boy

♡  makes you take his pictures for #KimDaily

over sized sweaters 

♡  “babe do you think we’d look cute with matching hair colors?”

“i don’t think i can pull it off like you do tho” 

♡  late night coffee dates 

♡  philosophical conversations

♡  “i mean yes, existentialism was defined, but i think there’s more, you know, a different side of it.”

♡ tickle fights that always lead to make out sessions

“are U really wearing heels right now?”

♡ A BABY GIANT

♡ “waiT BABE STAY RIGHT THERE” *camera clicks* “ahhhhh so aesthetic

♡ always brighten up your day with cheesy good morning texts

♡ possessive and overprotective af!!!

♡ BOOK SHOPPING!!!

♡ says he’s on his way but he actually just leaving the house yet

♡  H I C K E Y S

♡ breaks the ring box while asking you to marry him

did i mentioned how he loves nICKNAMES

 “Y/N why are you looking like that???”

♡  “ I HATE MATH SO MUCH” 

♡ he ends up tutoring you, giving u a kiss every time u solve the problem correct

a loving and caring boyfriend all in all

Simon x Reader #19

Warnings: crowd setting

Word Count: 2.7k

Requested: yus (kind of) and then I added onto the idea

Note: so sorry it’s so late after the match, but i didn’t really come up with the idea until 3 days ago – so enjoy the longer length instead ~K

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You were pacing around the hotel room, where you had spent the night. You were just waiting for someone to come knock on your door and let you know it was time to surprise your longtime boyfriend. Telling him that you couldn’t make it to the match this year because of exams, in reality, you had been working on surprising him with the help of the rest of the Sidemen. You hadn’t seen him in person for a couple months now, with your last weeks of school being busy and his schedule being as hectic as ever with the oncoming match.

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im really worried about dan. like i constantly worry about him bc he used to be so sad and i just sit and worry sometimes that hes angry at us shipping phan or if hes eating enough or if hes taking care of himself or if he hides razors from phil and covers cuts and is silently sad like 2009 dan.  and i know this sounds so stupid but i just care so much and i dont want him to ever be sad or upset or anything but happy. and i know he says hes happy but ive seen so much hate recently towards him and phil and it just makes me think how much of it he lets get to him and i just hate not knowing if hes ok or just puts on a smile for the camera. and if he sees this (doubt it)  please know, we love you no matter what.you’ll always be special to us and you dont need to change at all becasue you’re perfect. and i know that im over thinking this but when its someone close to your heart and someone that has changed and saved your life, you worry a little bit

Writer’s Appreciation Day!

Ok i know im ultra mega late but I was at work all day and had some plans afterwards but I really wanted to make a post for today! As a fellow Tumblr writer (a trashy, slutty one at that) I know how fun it is to unleash ideas, being as creative as you’d like and sharing all your excitement and stories with all these other lovely people on here. But I also know how it feels when sometimes you may not get the feedback you’d expect, or when some people just don’t understand how much work a person puts into their creations. Some people have the gift of making their writings their bitch and can get a good story out in a few days, while others can take from weeks to months to get a small chunk out. We all have that time where we can get stuck in an awful writer’s block (I literally just got out of mine after about 6 months), or maybe life seems to get in the way and you have to prioritize certain things and set writing aside. But that’s all okay!

I hope you all know that there’s at least one person out there you’ve made an impact on with your writing. You’ve made them smile, you’ve made them cry in agony with all that angst, you’ve tortured them to death with all that juicy ass smut (all in good ways). You’ve allowed people out there to take a break from reality, letting them in on a precious world you’ve created and let them live it, even if it was just a few moments. Honestly I can’t thank enough people for allowing me to bang Wonho I’ve literally banged him over like 200 times in alternate universes you don’t know how much I needed that ok bless your souls

But anyways, I really hope every writer out there knows how much everyone appreciates their time. You guys have your own lives, jobs, school, other important things to attend to yet you all take the time to write for people too?? To make them happy and brighten their day?? You are all seriously the best. 

I really appreciate all the people I’ve met on here, and thank you to all my followers as well for sticking with me even when I haven’t been writing for awhile. You guys are the ones that keep me going, and I’m so thankful for your kindness and patience. I love you guys!

I just wanted to end it with a few writers that I adore with their masterlists attached and what some of my favorite fics are by them! Everyone should show them some love as well because they’re all sweet and amazing people! Happy Writer’s Appreciation Day! :)

@jiminniemouseMasterlist | Crave, Taste, Making Him Jealous, Purple Jewels

@seoulscapes  - Masterlist | Cave Me In, Heaven is a Place on Earth, Home is Where You Are

@btssmutgalore  - Masterlist | Enemy, Sin City, Nude, Business, Forbidden

@kittae  - Masterlist | Pepero Day, Sleepy, Needy, Greedy

@hyungjooki  - Masterlist | Sugar Sweet, Roadside Dreams, Lights,Camera,Action!

@jooheonster  - Masterlist | Season’s Greetings, Ex-Girl, Better at Best

@onlylovekpop  - Masterlist | Bad Behavior, Rhythm, all Wonho drabbles

@blueagust  - Masterlist | Givenchy & Gold, Fate of the Fast & Furious, The Night Shift

@jungkxook  - Masterlist | Hiraeth, Pour Up

@jungblue  - Masterlist | I Hate You, I Love You, Future Hearts, Doctor Dreamy, Control

@floralseokjin  - Masterlist | Buzz trilogy, Acquiver, Playing with Fire

@jheartseok  - Masterlist | Nudes, Not Flowers, Paper Doll

@pjxmin  - Masterlist | Proposals (haven’t gotten the chance to read it but I heard it was great!)

@jungnoir  - Masterlist | A Very Biased Christmas, Hate me Now

@avveh  - Masterlist | Room For Dessert, Jealousy Games

@ellieljade  - Masterlist | Apologies, Mr. Min

@dailydoseofdia  - Masterlist | In Motion

@taechulo - Masterist | I haven’t gotten the chance to go through it yet, but I’m definite it’s great and worth everyone’s while!

@fightmejeonkook  - Masterlist | Overcome, One Dance

@jiminables  - Masterlist | Beneficial

@taechubs  - Masterlist | Paper Hearts

@hobibliophile  - Masterlist | Shades, Stormy Weather

@deathbyyoongi  - Masterlist | You Are Mine

@helloblamebts  - Masterlist | Photographs

@xhixtape  - Masterlist | Costume, View From 4-B, Show Off, Vibrations

@ricepot-jisung - Masterlist | For You

@kstopping  - Masterlist | Cinnamon Sugar

@kimvtae  - Masterlist | Fall For You, Couples Costumes

@minsvga  - Masterlist | Taking Risks 101, Children of the Night

@imaginethisbts  - Masterlist | Shameless, Out of the Blue

@kainks  - Masterlist | Orange Tulips

@baeseoul  - Masterlist | Protege, Happy Valentine’s Day

@kookingtae  - Masterlist | Experimental Error, The Switch, Falling into You

@exo-can  - Masterlist | The Other Side, Late Night Snacks

@twowice  - Masterlist | Family

Search for Loneliness Part2

Hi people! This is part two to the one shot called Search for Loneliness which is the first one on my blog. I think you can read this even if you haven’t read part1 and still get the plot. Hope you enjoy! 
Huge thanks to the person who requested Part1 and to my friend @interfectorems for the patience and help!

Plot: Harry broke Y/N’s heart. But how come he misses her now?

Warnings: May hint on sex and includes curse words. 

Pic isn’t mine. 

Harry was awoken by soft kisses being peppered across the warm skin of his shoulder and a low groan fell from his mouth. Images of a girl flashed before his eyes and a lazy smile forced its way onto his face, happiness flooding through his entire body.
She was here.
Y/N’s smooth fingertips were drawing over his tattoos and Harry took a deep breath, wanting to fill all his senses with her, all of what was her. His muscles relaxed beneath her soft touches and his heart thumbed heavenly full with emotion in his chest. Y/N had come back to him. Or maybe it was him who’d never left? Or…
Strange. She smelled differently than he remembered. And her hair was softer. In fact, now that he thought about it, the tender touches he was receiving could in no way be coming from his Y/N. Y/N hadn’t ever drawn over his tattoos, but rather along them, touching his bare, uncovered skin rather than the inked one. It was only a faint difference, but the moment he started paying attention to it he couldn’t ignore how drastically wrong this felt.
His heart fell and his stomach knotted. There was still the same distance between Y/N and him as there had been last night. And the day before. The week.
Harry rolled onto his side, successfully disconnecting the foreign girl’s touch from his body without even looking at her and got to his feet so quickly his head felt dizzy.

“Breakfast?” his raspy voice muttered, but he was out of the bedroom before his visitor could complain about his unfriendly manners or give an answer to his question.

….

“Yes, Gem, I’m aware of that.” Harry rolled his eyes at his sister’s lectures about how he’d missed another family dinner and pressed the phone closer to his ear. “It must have slipped my mind. M'sorry.”

“You seem to have very little room in that mind of yours lately,” his sister remarked, “We’ve all seen what might be occupying all the space. How is you’re new mysterious women doing?”

“S'no mystery,” he replied slowly, “And s'not very serious.”

She hummed, indicating that she clearly didn’t buy it. “When did you decide Y/N was to be out of the picture?”

Harry huffed in annoyance. In moments like this he regretted ever bringing Y/N around to meet his family. If he hadn’t done that they surely wouldn’t be bothering him about her anymore.

“I had my reasons so don’t even start.”

A loud, exaggerated sigh was heard, yet she remained silent. Gemma knew her brother well enough to sense when it was best to leave him alone. She also knew when he’d spill what she wanted to hear without needing to be pushed.

“She was just… not right, you know?” he admitted.

“How so?”

Harry shrugged even though she couldn’t see, his fingers nervously switched on the tap, allowing clear water into the sink. Switch on. Switch off.  

“She couldn’t accept my life”, he explained, careful to choose his words wisely, “There were many little things she did which clearly showed how little she understood about my lifestyle and there were bigger ones. I once asked her to come to dinner with me and Kendall and she said no, not because of my past relations with her, but because she didn’t want to get into a situation where she’d be filmed for a TV show. Or because there would have been too many paps around. Same went for any other time I wanted her to meet someone remotely famous and at some point all the arguments became too much. Is adapting to my standards really too much to ask? She couldn’t just expect me to change for her or to not go out for dinner every week anymore.”

Silence. One that told him enough.

“What?” he asked annoyed.

“Why do you think I didn’t come to that yacht you rented a couple of years ago?” Gemma giggled. “I met Kendall and she’s actually quite lovely, but her presence does mean a massive amount of cameras. So do all of your other friends. I’ve got sort of used to it over the years and still hate it, so I can understand if a girl with even less experience feels frightened or intimidated by it. Just my opinion, little brother. Maybe you could have solved that issue by simply giving her more time.”

Harry swallowed hard and processed his sister’s words. More time? But weren’t five months enough to come out of your shell if that’s what your boyfriend expects of you?

Gemma went on: “If you feel happier now then I’m on your side, promise. But you need to make an effort, too, Harry. If any relationship of yours should ever lead to something, you have to get used to the thought of making an effort yourself and not just expecting the girl to do all the work.”

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Harry scrolled through her Twitter page and it was strangely empty. The last phrases she’d tweeted had been posted weeks ago. Not even her favorites showed any activity and though Y/N hadn’t exactly visited her Social Media every day, this absence did appear odd. Harry couldn’t admit it to himself, but he did miss knowing what she was up to. Had she experimented with a new recipe? Had she gone to the cafe in north London she’d always wanted to visit? Had she managed to get a ticket for that gig one of her favorite musicians  had held last week? He wished he could ask her.
Deciding that this wouldn’t provide any of the desired information, Harry closed the app with a sigh and instead found himself opening the familiar app of his photo folder.
This images weren’t new, but familiar and this was something he desired just as much; the familiarity Y/N had posed that was now lost. Harry stared at the photos and was surprised how every detail of her face was still engraved into his memory, just like any face of a person he cared about was. Only that he shouldn’t feel that way for her anymore. He didn’t have the right to.

“What are you doing?”

The voice was soft and sweet and yet Harry flinched at the unexpected noise. Mia… Maya… Harry wasn’t sure which name it was exactly but after she’d stayed over for three days now he figured asking would be rude. He shut off his device and let it drop onto the coffee table before him, doing his best to appear relaxed.

“Nothing really.”

His new girl smiled and stepped closer. She was pretty. Her hair fell in long waves just below her waist and her wide eyes sparkled with a friendly curiosity for what he was up to, thought or felt. A curiosity he’d known when he had himself began developing feelings for Y/N and now was all he needed to recognize the condition the girl before him was in. She would fall for him. Soon.
Harry didn’t tense when she stepped closer and instead held out a hand for her to take, giving it a slight tug so she would swing one leg over his lap and climb up.
Harry granted her a gentle smile when he had her sitting in his lap with both slender arms wrapped around his neck, his own hands pressing against her smooth back. Maybe if she’d fall for him, he would find the perfect companion he had been dreaming for. The one Y/N had failed to be.

“Are you okay?” Mia or Maya asked with a small frown between her perfectly plucked brows.

Harry just nodded, his throat too dry to answer. Her smell invaded his senses and the sweetness of her perfume clouded his mind. His girlfriend, if that’s what she could be called, smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to his mouth, expecting it to be a short one and finding herself surprised when Harry’s tongue pushed between her lips and dipped into her mouth. One of his hands moved up to press against the back of her head, keeping her from moving back while his fingers pulled at her top with a feverish desire to tore it away. A small laugh fell from her soft lips and she disconnected their kiss in order to oblige his wish and undress. Once off, she leaned in and pressed tender kisses to the side of his neck, sighing whenever his hands moved over the uncovered skin of her body.
Harry’s mind raced and his heart thumbed heavily in his chest. His lower stomach ached and his thighs felt pleasantly tingly. Soft hair brushed over his skin, warm lips placed gentle kisses and delicate hands left faint scratches on his back and stomach. He allowed his head to roll back and his eyes to fall shut.

“Y/N.”

The name left his mouth in a breathy gasp and it took the girl he was holding to shrug off his embrace before he could realize what he’d done wrong. Hurt evident in her eyes she stumbled to her feet and bent down to gather her shirt, covering her naked torso with hastily moving and shaking fingers.
Harry’s stomach turned and he shook his head, an exhausted huff leaving his mouth.
Why wouldn’t Y/N leave him alone? Even when she was miles away she could torment him like no one else ever had.
Words were shouted, but he took it with no fight and instead stayed sat in his chair as the girl before him began to cry and shake, receiving no words from him to mend her heart ache. At some point he thought she’d slapped him, his cheek, previously kissed by the same person now red and stinging. But he wasn’t sure and only noticed his guest had left when the door fell into its lock with a loud noise.

….

He had to call her. Y/N hadn’t left his mind in days and frankly he was quite sick of it. So many ordinary tasks had been ruined by her messing with his head. Nervousness made his heart skip and press the phone just a little closer to his ear, waiting impatiently for Y/N to pick up.

“Hello?”

Her voice. His eyes fell shut when he heard it and his fingers tingled. She sounded calm and collected, not angry at all.
Harry cleared his throat.

“S'me.”

Silence. He heard Y/N take in a breath. “I’m sorry, but who’s this?”

A frown took over his forehead until it dawned on him. She couldn’t have known it was Harry, he realized. In order to keep any woman he was involved with from having his private number he had it blocked at all times. He could call and text them without any of them getting his contact info. It was an old habit he’d broken for Y/N and quickly picked back up once he’d broken up with her.

“Harry,” He clarified, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Forgot about me already, have you?”

The silence following his words was nothing like the one earlier. It was as if the connection had died and Harry quickly checked to see if she’d actually ended it or not. Harry’s feet shifted and sighed.

“Y/N?” he pressed on carefully.

“Harry.”

It was a whisper, exhausted and empty.
Harry’s heart squeezed painfully tight and he brushed the sweaty palm of his free hand against his jeans. So she really wasn’t angry, but hurt.

“Listen,” he began, “I-”

But he was already interrupted by the dreadful peeping noise and this time once he looked at his phone, her name had vanished.

….

His head hung low and his hands were balled into fists. Just one knock, that’s all he had to force himself to and from there she would take the lead. Every time Harry had had a problem it was her who knew just how to solve it, why should it be different now? All she’d need is him who came back long enough for her to help.
With a deep breath Harry raised his hand and let his knuckles meet the door twice. A shudder ran down his back and his throat went dry.
What would he do? What would he say?

I know I was an asshole but I flew all the way back to LA for you so please forgive me?
I can’t explain it, but I miss you.
You haven’t left my mind in weeks, no matter how much I tried.

He couldn’t blame her should she shut the door right into his face if he dared bringing any of those weak excuses. His trail of thoughts was interrupted by the wooden door opening just a slim gap, allowing the person inside to see who it was interrupting their evening.
Harry braced himself, his heart skipping in his chest and he looked up eagerly to see the face he’d missed so much more he could have been prepared for.
But it wasn’t Y/N.

“Mary.”

Harry cleared his throat as the unexpected sight of Y/N’s friend threw him off guard. She narrowed her eyes once she realized it was in fact him and she opened the door wider, keeping hold of it to block him from entering.

“I knew you’d miss her,” she spoke, her voice nothing but unkind and empty of sympathy, “She is too good for you and I just knew you’d end up at her door once you realized that no girl you’d try replacing her with would compare.”

“Is she here?” Harry asked, ignoring the sting in his chest caused by her harsh words.
They were true in every way but his pride wasn’t going to just let him admit that.

“Yes,” Mary replied.

He paused, expecting her to say something more but she just continued to stare at him with venomous eyes.

“I need to see her,” he elaborated and took a step forward.

The gap quickly narrowed, but to his surprise Mary nodded. “The moment she calls for me to drag you back outside, I will.”

Harry nodded and pushed past Mary, entering the familiar space. He could still feel her enraged gaze on his back as his own eyes scanned the living room in search for his ex girlfriend, but she was no where.

“She’s in the bedroom.”

He uttered a thanks to the woman eyeing him and with weak knees he walked down the familiar hall and to the closed door or her bedroom, his heavy heart dropping to his stomach. He’d stood here so many times before.
Sometimes with flowers in his hands to surprise her just because she was as lovely as they were. On other days, mainly morning, he would take a moment to prepare for seeing her barely dressed and in her bed, his fingers tightening around the cups of coffee or the bag of breakfast he had gone to pick up.
Of course he also recalled the many nights where he’d stood right here, with her in his arms or hoisted up and pressed against the wood.
Never before had he stood here with fear rushing through his veins. It’d been him who’d rejected her, but he couldn’t imagine handling the situation if their roles were reversed. He was certain he wouldn’t be able to bear it.

Then he heard it. At first only faintly, then clear and loud enough for his heart to break.

Whimpers. Cries. Sobs.

Her face when it had finally dawned on her that he was leaving her had been a picture he’d replayed in his head over the past weeks.
His ears still rang with her cries and his eyes burned at the memory of her soft lips parting to beg him to stay with her.
And still, he hadn’t realized just how much he’d harmed her until now that he could hear her heartbreak through the thick wood of her door.
His hands pushed down the handle before he had thought twice about it and he rushed into the room. He could have sworn his soul crumbled at the sight of Y/N curled up in her bed, a thin blanked shielding her shivering body from the cold while she cried and sobbed into her pillow. Her arms were wrapped around the fluffy material and her head buried into it so Harry couldn’t see her face. Harry wasn’t sure if she’d even noticed his presence or not but he didn’t care.
Before Y/N could protest or really understand what was going on, he’d discarded his shoes and climbed up behind her. Both of his arms found their familiar hold around her waist and he felt tears shoot to his eyes when he finally buried his head into her neck, breathing in her comforting scent. His legs pushed hers apart before intertwining with them and so Y/N soon was cuddled into and against Harry, closer and tighter than she’d ever been before.

“I’m so sorry,” Harry breathed against her skin, “I love you.”

Not for a moment did he hope she might have missed the confession that had slipped his lips before he could stop it. Though Harry hadn’t thought about it before, hadn’t come to any conclusion and sure as hell hadn’t spoken to anyone about it, he realized it was true. He did love Y/N and any reason he’d dug up to break up with her had been for the sole purpose of stopping him from falling deeper.
But he loved her. And this time he wouldn’t leave.

“Forgive me,” he continued, his own voice breaking as his eyes stung with tears.

Y/N’s body was stiff aside form the occasional shakes by her crying and she did nothing to return his embrace. But she didn’t push him away either and this allowed him to hope.
His lips found her neck and he sobbed when happiness flooded his body, his skin tingling with the relief of finally having her close enough to touch again.

“This time will be different,” he promised against her before pressing another tender kiss to her skin, “I promise you, Y/N.”

And so they lay, on the very bed Harry had broken her heart on all those weeks ago. He thought it fitting that it was here he doing his best to mend it again.
But although he held her, breathed her in and murmured promises of how much he regretted it all, Harry continued to fail to understand just how deep his betrayal had cut and so he didn’t know that all Y/N’s head was screaming for was for him to disappear, even if her arms were too weak to push him off and her voice too thin to send him away.

….

When Harry awoke he was alone.
His hands didn’t need to pat the mattress in search for her, his entire body could feel her absence without having opened his eyes to confirm it. He felt cold.
He crawled out of bed with a groan and stretched his limps before walking gingerly to the closed door, down the hall and into the kitchen. His hands clenched and his heart skipped widely in his chest, nervous of what was going to happen next.
Y/N was standing with her back to him when he entered the small space of her kitchen and for a moment Harry considered sneaking up on her and wrapping her into an embrace, just like he’d done many times before. She turned around to face him before he got the chance.
Y/N’s eyes met his and he froze. Her gaze wasn’t anything like the loving and warm one he’d expected to receive. Instead, her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, proving just how much she’d cried last night, if not many more nights before that.
Her lips were bitten and dry, her hair appeared to be mat and when she raised her mug to her lips to drink he noticed how her hand was shaking.

“Did you sleep okay?”

It was a stupid question, he knew that even before he’d asked it, but he couldn’t think of anything else he could say. The girl before him looked nothing like the Y/N he knew.

“Can’t say I did.”

Not even her voice sounded the same, he noticed with a sinking heart.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, unsure to which one of his many mistakes the apology applied for.

“Breakfast is in the fridge,” Y/N spoke without reacting to his words.

They ate in silence, Harry sitting on the table and Y/N leaning against the counter. He watched her hand trembling slightly whenever she raise the spoon full of cereal to her mouth and he needed to focus on his own fingers to keep them from shaking too.
Once they had both finished Y/N turned to wash her bowl clean, but flinched away from the water when Harry stepped close to do the same.

“Y/N,” he sighed, set down the ceramic he was holding, before leaning against the counter himself. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Y/N answered quietly, “Other than  that I think you should leave.”

Her eyes refused to meet his and instead focused onto the floor. A frown took over his face.

“Leave?” He shook his head.

“Yes.”

“But Y/N,” he protested, “we made up. Last night when I climbed into your bed… we made up, didn’t we? Said I was sorry and promised to be different now…We made up.”

Though he’d wished to have her look him in the eyes again, the moment she did, he regretted it. Her orbs were cold and empty of any kindness.

“Because you climbed into my bed as I was crying?” The raw emotion in her voice knocked the breath right out of him. “You think that’s all it took?”

“I-” Harry began, but was interrupted.

“Surely you must know that it was you who’d made me cry last night. It’s been you every night for the past weeks.”

He swallowed hard and his stomach was in knots as he watched her turn around and exit the kitchen. Though he was worried about what would happen next, he followed her into the living room, this time aware of her resentment towards him and so he didn’t try and sit close to her again once she lowered herself onto the couch. Harry took a seat on one of her chairs and watched her warily, unsure if she wanted him to speak or had something to say herself. After a moment of silence he took a breath.

“I swear to you,” he began, “that me breaking up with you was in no way your fault. I know I made you feel as though it was, but it wasn’t. All you did was caring for me so much more than I’d imagined someone could and I fucked it all up simply because I didn’t know how to deal with that.”

“I didn’t think somebody caring for you would pose such a problem to you.”

“It didn’t,” Harry quickly argued, “Not a problem, but something that scared me. I didn’t want you to realize that I didn’t deserve you.”

Y/N laughed. “That’s bullshit. You wished that was why you broke up with me but we both know it isn’t.”

Harry fell silent. The girl before him shook her head and let her gaze wonder to the window, appearing deep in thought for a moment.

“I have spent every minute of every day since you abandoned me with ways of making sense of it. Do you realize that? While you were fucking her, I was sitting here wondering what I’d done to be thrown to the side like a plaything you decided you didn’t want anymore.”

“That’s not true,” Harry protested before he could stop himself, “I saw you with that man at the shops. I did nothing with anyone until I saw those pictures!”

“Oh, I’ve seen those photos, too,” Y/N spoke, her voice raising, “And you, of all people, should know that the media can make anything into a story! It was a guy who’d accidentally bumped into me and asked if I was alright. Nothing more.”

Oh.

“And what about you?” she continued “Did you also just happen to fall into that woman’s arms and did your mouths meet completely by chance? Did she stumble into your bed and you just coincidentally happened to be naked?”

“Stop.”

“Why? Don’t you want to think about her?”

“No,” he murmured, his eyes suddenly wet with tears.

Y/N swallowed hard and though it wasn’t easy for her to see the man she loved tormented, she had to admit that with every word she spoke, another weight was lifted off her chest.

“I’m not the first,” Y/N began, her tone gentler, “That’s what saddens me, too, though it saddens me more for you than it does for me. Tell me, what is the girl’s name? The one you left behind now so you could come to me.”

Harry froze. He looked at Y/N and if he wasn’t mistaken he recognized a hint of pity in her eyes. Not pity for herself, but for him.

“Do you not know? It’s Moira.”

Moira. Harry’s mind raced. Not Mia. Or Maya. Moira.

“I saw it in every picture that was posted online. She was like me, looked at you just the same. Are you aware that you broke her heart just the same you have broken mine?”

No, Harry thought, he couldn’t have.

“And what is the girl’s name you left before you first met me? And the girl before that and the girl before that? You have left so many people in the past few years there is a trail of heartbreak behind you and to this day you have remained completely unaware of it.”

Y/N’s cheeks were wet but her voice didn’t tremble.

“It isn’t the same,” Harry spoke, his voice hoarse, “you’re the only one I want, Y/N. We laster five months, that’s worth so much more than any fling I might have had before you.”

He closed his eyes and let his head fall into his palms.

“They meant nothing,” he swore, “and Moira,” he swallowed hard, “was only a distraction from you.”

“You said I wasn’t what you wanted,”  Y/N continued, “I assume you told all of them the same. You’ve let so many people down all because you selfishly chase a romanticized picture of a relationship you have in your head.”

“I’ll change,” Harry weeped against his palms, “From now on it’ll be only you. I don’t need any imagination of a relationship. I want what was real. Want it with you.”

He removed his palms form his face and got to his feet. He noticed her body tense when he neared but she didn’t move away, not even when he dropped to his knees before her.

“I’m in love with you.”

She shook her head. “Don’t,” she whispered and this time she allowed him to see her tears fall from her eyes, “don’t say that only because you’re scared.”

“I’m not,” Harry whispered, “It’s the truth, that’s why.”

Y/N didn’t flinch when he reached for her hands and his heart squeezed when she didn’t pull away.

“I am scared,” he continued, “How couldn’t I be? Your rejection would break my heart and I don’t know how I’d live with the knowledge that it is my fault that I lost you? But I’m not scared of being alone anymore, not enough to throw myself into random relationships like you were right, I have done all this time. I want you or nothing at all, Y/N. I love you.”

He watched her sob and squeezed her fingers with his gently, appreciating any skin touched by her warm tips. This small touches, the reluctant squeeze and tiny movements, meant so much more than the physical contact he’d graved and taken last night. He’d held her, kissed her, breathed her in. But this was voluntarily. She was holding his hands because she wanted to.
He could have rejoiced.  
When her body fell forward and into his open arms, he didn’t know for sure if it was because she wanted it or just her body giving out, finally surrendering to the weight of her emotions.
He cried out when her arms settled around his neck and his heart broke when he felt her kiss his neck. After all this time, he could breathe again.

“Harry,” she whimpered.

“I’ll fix this,” he promised, “Everything. I’ll call and apologize to every woman I hurt in the past. You are right, always are, and I should apologize to them for my selfish actions. But you and I are different, Y/N. We’re real and I won’t let my stupid imagination ruin anything again. I don’t want the classic perfect. I want our perfect.”

She sobbed and held onto him tighter. Harry fell back to sit on the floor and a relieved laugh tumbled from his mouth when she followed to sit in his lap, both legs now wrapped around his waist.

“I love you,” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

He groaned when her small hands pulled at the strands of hair at the back of his neck, but obeyed and moved his head back so his eyes could meet hers. Her beautiful orbs were full of the loving care he’d missed so much and he felt another wave of tears rush to his own eyes.
For a moment she just looked at him, the man she’d given her heart to, who’d then broken it and now promised to mend it again. Harry.

“It’ll take time,” she murmured shyly and he nodded without hesitating, “but I think we’ve got enough of it.”

A smile danced on his mouth and his eyes closed when her soft lips met his in a tender kiss. He had her back, he thought, his heart full of joy and he wouldn’t ever be reckless enough to let her go again.

Thank you for reading this!! Hope you liked it. 
Rest of what I wrote can be found here: 
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dan and phil play keep talking and nobody explodes: a summary

hoodie!phil i am immediately enthralled and this video isn’t even a second in yet

“you da bomb of our lives”

they keep clothes fans give them which is nice shoutout to that lucky son of a gun

‘philly’

phil is insistent on everyone seeing speed

supportive boyf dan has his back

dan nudged phil’s arm in a bro-esque manner

they mentioned escape rooms finally i can relate as i have now been to one too

“i think we’re a lot nerdier than we think” why do they think we refer to them as nerds all the time

“rest in peace environment” / “fuck you trees”

“i’ll punch you if you look at this” going to provide no context there have fun

“DAD…. playing halo with me” nice save dan

the wholesome howell blanket is always on hand

“they’ll see if we do a single glance…”

how is dan going to go a whole extra seventeen minutes without glancing at phil i think he’s going to implode

they already did the tutorial but didn’t show us yet phil can’t remember the title of the game wow rip nerd!phil fic trope

“this is going to be a mistake”

“i can’t speak if i’m under some kind of situation” mister english degree back again

phil spinning dan around with those sweet sweet seconds of skin to skin contact (hand to arm)

also lowkey hand porn

look at his hands

the curly hair and shaved sides from the side profile makes my heart warm

sassy hand clicks from danny

“beginnu”

five seconds in i am already stressed for them why is this already the most intense video of this game i’ve ever seen i’ve watched like six different channels play it

“there’s, there’s-” “no phil, i’m guiding you.” someone likes to take control don’t they

during the wire puzzle you can slowly watch dan get more stressy look at his pursed lips and expressive strict hand gestures

“there’s an alien man with a triangle head and he’s got a T coming out of his neck” their best friend mind meld really needs to come in handy here

i’m still really enjoying dan’s side profile i can’t get over it

“that’s you selecting the module you dork”

“guys we’re nailing this” i was going to make the obvious joke but i won’t we’re classy here

“shut up shut up SHUT UP” stressy dan is here to stay

they did one wow who says youtube gamers can’t game screw you comments

“what everyone out there is thinking now is we need you to get the manual, phil” i think dan honey you just want to be in control again i know that was hard for you

getting their last glances at each other in before they can’t for at least five minutes

opposite sides again why has this happened two videos after one another this is weird what is the post-baking video universe coming to

“this is weird. now you’re the person with the really bright face… wow it makes my hair look so much less white now that i’m here”

“it makes my hair look grey… i promise i don’t have grey hair” honey you’re thirty years old it’s going to happen inevitably sometime soon best to break us in gently

i’m hyped for side profile phil

dan quoting the marriage mantra of something old something new etc…. foreshadowing perhaps who knows with the way 2017 phan is going

phil looks so confused he’s like me facing every exam i’ve ever taken

i’ve been cheated out of side profile phil ffs dan get your hands on him and spin him around i feel attacked

“oh shit new stuff” literally everyone every few days when they upload a new gaming vid with no warning????? they know our struggle????

phil looks so focused i’m entranced

“ayeeeeeeee”

“oh god it’s hurting my brain so much”

stressy phil is a new experience but i’m digging it

dan being the little shit he is just laughs all the time

“stop freaking out!” stressy dan is still here despite having the opposite role

they did two attempts and won them both wow

they high fived yes for more skin to skin contact

phil is reeeealllly making up for lost time by shamelessly staring at dan

like seriously that was at least a solid six seconds of him staring

oh and more glances

i get it you’re in love

“kept calm under presh”

more staring seriously phil are you aware the camera is still rolling

“i hate to alarm you phil but what is your catchphrase on this gaming channel?”

*awkward silence whilst phil realises he’s being spoken to thus has to tear his gaze away*

“ALL OR NOTHING”

*resumes staring*

seriously what is with him today subtlety ain’t in his vocabulary

p h i l i get it you’re in love

oh now dan’s at it

dan just got super close to the camera and did that creepy smile he has i was unnerved

“i’m frickin terrified as diddly heck”

they’re back on their own sides balance in the universe has been destroyed do you reckon they’re as insistent about which side of the bed they sleep on

side profile dan is back welcome back old friend i missed you

i thought he dabbed for a second but it’s okay he didn’t

they’re determined as fuck but i can already see dan’s stressing

yep there’s the hurry up hand gestures

“i’m going to explode…. literally” because of the intensity or because he can’t stare at phil i don’t even know anymore u decide

dan’s eyes just got really really wide they were like bulging

“is the button yellow?” “no it’s blue i told you it’s blue!” welcome back stressy phil i hope you had a nice break

phil’s little “ooh” is so cute i want it as my ringtone

“we did it? oh christ”

stressy dan is really coming out to play in this symbols puzzle isn’t he

phil’s expressive hand gestures aka he’s beginning to panic too

dan’s doing some kind of gang sign okay boy you do you

aaaaand there’s the deafening dan scream for this video i can’t believe we lasted a whole 17 minutes and 40 seconds without one

rip headphone users it was nice knowing you

stressy dan has never been more present

phil is surprisingly calm(er)

“dan come on” all of us all the time

oooooh they couldn’t last five minutes without a quick glance at one another could they jfc get a room

they managed with three seconds to spare

phil is giggly and dan is….. well, dan

dramatic as ever my little actor that never was

phil initiates skin to skin contact again why am i not surprised anymore

“i was winding you up” dan says as he adds flames on top of himself in editing i am nodding furiously

the camera pans back out and phil’s hood is up who even is he

“we could have died!” “but we didn’t” *dan adds a halo above his head aka can’t relate*

“see if i worked in bomb disposal, i’d be cheeky like that” your colleagues would throw a bomb in bed with you

“i’d be like ooh what’s the timer steve???” the danxsteve fic coming atcha real soon

dan’s in an obnoxiously good mood now he has won a game and can freely stare at phil again

“we could be bomb disposal experts” again expect the fic coming atcha real soon

“what you just saw was two nerds that grew up playing puzzle games that have a psychic connection because they have no other friends defusing bombs” they literally said they go to escape rooms for their friends birthdays but alright i’ll take the exclusivity

they’re considering coming back in hard mode YES I NEED THIS

again i could have made the obvious joke there but i didn’t

let them know how you felt throughout that video type out long essays i dare you

“subscribe if you’re happy you didn’t explode”

“if you want to see us do that more challenging version where we might blow up… or not 'cause we’re the best… disposers ever”

“subscribe to us, have a good day, don’t explode” the best advice comes in threes

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Approving (Peter Parker X Reader, Tony X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Peter Parker X Fem!Reader, Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

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Request: Hii was wondering if you could make a fanfic about Tony Stark x Daughter where the daughter is dating Peter. Tony says to his daughter that he doesn’t like the idea of them dating but behind her back he’s talking to the Avengers about how happy he is that his daughter found a good guy. Btw I really really really love your writings </3


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You had been dating Peter for a few months now. He was a total gentleman towards you and would literally drop anything if you needed him. You often saw him running to your dates to try and not be late, but you didn’t mind since he was either working his ass off at school, doing his job for the newspaper to bring in an income, or saving lives as Spiderman.

Of course you knew he was Spiderman, you met him through your dad, Tony Stark when he was in suit but not with his mask.

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I was thinking about Wolfgang’s Tinder profile (as one does) and I was completely and utterly lost. What would it even say?!

- Conan watcher. Enjoys making keys with friends and pissing off my murderous family.

- Likes: karaoke, swimming and getting busy. Dislikes: talking a lot and wearing clothes. Hates: Whispers and my idiot cousin Steiner.

- Looking for fun, not a relationship - unless you’re a brown badass who likes to blow shit up as much as I do.

- FUCK YOU! Literally.

- *Profile consists entirely of an uncaptioned selfie of him in a black shirt staring intensely into the camera*

- Will love you forever if you’re a smart and kind scientist who has a dark side, and if you’re married to someone else, and if you look hot in heels and bright colours… and if your name is Kala Dandekar. Basically I love Kala Dandekar. You’re all substitutes for her. If you’re ok with that, I’m DTF.

A Little Too Much

Summary: The stress of college has caught up to you and you have a breakdown. 

a/n: is this a request? HECK YEAH IT IS. it’s actually two requests in one. It was one of those things that I had idea for the other and the other would just kind of fit in. Thanks for all the love for Haunted by Your Ghost! It’s not everyone’s favorite but it is indeed mine. :D I loved having Jasmine giving me inspiration and encouraging me to write that one. You will see a lot more of Jasmine giving me inspo in my future writings. 

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Your name: submit What is this?

In high school, you did amazing. You were great, you did great in school and everyone knew it. You heard from everyone college would be very different, and harder than high school. And they are right. Unluckily, you’re not a world-wide known musician like your boyfriend. So you have to go to college in order to make a good living.

It’s 3am and you’re trying to finish a 10 page paper that was due tomorrow. High school did not get you ready for this. Why on earth would a professor assign something like this and grade every single one? 

You have had your third cup of coffee, you’re not a big coffee drinker and this is weird. You ran out of red bull around midnight, and was definitely not running anywhere to buy some, you had to settle for coffee. Which your room mate is addicted to. Thankfully, she was very nice to even make you a whole pot of coffee at 12:16am, or you would’ve broke her coffee maker. 

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“Good morning Jay,” I said, trying my best to hold in my yawn as I made my way into the office.

“Not so good morning for you,” she replies, eyeing me as I sat down at my desk. “Did you even sleep at all last night?” she questions. 

I reply wordlessly by shaking my head. 

“I couldn’t,” I answer back. 

I have been agitated since last night after Baekhyun. His words still ringing in my head. 

The drawer… Sehun’s desk…

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My J2 op.

I could not decide what to do. I threw out one idea after another. I finally decided I would have one on each side, looking over my shoulder, smiling at the camera. I get up there and explain what I want. Jared jumps right in, but Jensen moved a little slower and for the life of me, I couldn’t see what he was doing. Camera flashes, boom, DONE! Jared rubs my back, says “thanks, doll” and I’m done! What the hell just happened??

I was so nervous about how it was going to turn out because it was all a blur. My daughter is actually the one who picked it up for me and she was very worried, thought I would hate it. She hands it to me in the bag and says “you’re not looking at the camera.” Great, it’s going to suck.

I slowly slid it out of the bag, literally shaking I was so scared. But, oh my Chuck, I freaking love it! 😍😍 The fact that I am obsessed with Jensen’s mouth and he did that and I made that face, the irony is too perfect!

If it’s possible, I think I love him even more.