i love pausing at the right time

*Felix, steaming PUBG*

*reads the chat*

Felix: Jack is gay, two dollars.
Felix: I agree.

*concentrates on the game*

Felix: We were hanging out with Jack yesterday and he gets recognized all the fucking time because of his stupid green hair.

*a short pause*

Felix: I hope you’re listening Jack, I hope you are.

Felix: Wear a hat next time.

*continues playing*

Felix: He’s so nice.

Felix: Always approaching everyone “Top of the morning to ya, you want a picture? Let me take a picture with you, I would love- it would be my honor..”

Felix: and I’m like “i’m just gonna go here right now…..”

stuck on you. (m) | 01

“I want you to take my virginity.”
“What the fuck did you just ask me, Kim Taehyung?”

or, alternatively:

you’re not actually supposed to take your bestfriend’s virginity when he asks, right?

pairing: kim taehyung x reader 
genre: attempt at crack, eventual smut, college au
warnings: sexual jokes (like a cringe-worthy amount)
words: 9,582k
part: 01/03

out of context quote:
[9:52 am] Taehyung:  ___\o/___ me drowning in ur pussy lol 




“I want you to take my virginity.”



You’ve just taken a gulp of your pulp-included orange juice when Taehyung says this. He’s sitting across from you in the cafeteria of the University you both attend - have attended for the past two years.



His brown coffee coated eyes are staring directly into yours - a serious expression written across his features that tells you what he’s just spoken was said in nothing but pure seriousness.



And he says it so nonchalantly - so earnestly, that you do the only thing you can think of.



A perfectly reasonable reaction after hearing that your best friend, the boy you’ve been in love with for over two years - wants you to take his virginity.



You spit your orange juice out all over him.


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One day when the pain subsides and my heart is mended, I will thank the universe for allowing our paths to cross. I will be able to be grateful for the time we spent together, no matter how short it was. But for right now, I’m cursing it for taking you away from me before I was ready. I’m cursing it for breaking my heart again.
—  But I know it’s for the best and who knows, maybe this isn’t the end… just a pause in our story -Jess Amelia
Popsicles And Kiwis

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 4800+
REQUESTED: yes !

so this came from a small request about eating a popsicle and accidentally starting something that couldn’t be finished…….i went a bit overboard with it, but i hope u enjoy some smut! please let me know what u think :-) it rLY motivates me ! [feedback] [masterlist]

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Imagine watching your boyfriend Tom talking about you in an interview (Tom Holland x Fem!Reader)

warning: fluffy!! fluff fluff fluff, language

word count: 869

a/n: here’s a cute little imagine I wrote for u guys, i hope u guys like it xx Also, I’m trying something new with this so I’m so excited for u guys to read it!!


You opened your laptop, hoping to find some type of cure for your boredom. Tom’s only been gone for a week and you already missed him terribly. I mean, it’s kind of natural for you to want your boyfriend with you at all times. Or most of the time. Right?

You sighed, opening up YouTube and immediately letting out a little laugh as one of Tom’s interviews popped up in your recommendations. It was titled ‘Tom Holland talks relationships, romance, and more!’ Your eyebrows quirked up as you read it, curiosity getting the better of you as you clicked on it. As the video loaded, you briefly read the description and saw that it was pretty recent, only uploaded two days ago. A thirty-second ad popped up, causing you to roll your eyes in impatience.

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BS&T SCREENSHOTS

When a 18+ scene comes on tv and your parents cover your eyes

When you see your best friend in public and they don’t see you

Payback 

“And this is son how we’ll snatch Armys again with our next album”

Hobi’s looking at the art..Tae is looking at a masterpiece..

Memekook f4

Beside the fact that his hands are beautiful, what really caught my attention is THOSE CUTE BABY HAIRS

Jungkook is always sleeping in the most uncomfortable positions ever…either upside down or hanging from a freakin swing


Here’s the part that every single army loves and dw I’m gonna show you that the sexiest part of their dance looks really, really weird if you happen to pause at the right time!!

Jimin’s literally flying 

Jungkook is down on all four…(this sounded really weird I know)

Then there’s Jin

And Namjoon

Here’s some un-explainable pictures(?)…

(Just look at Hobi and Yoongi…they look possessed…)

This reminds me when I loose smth and the first thing I do when I start looking after it is that I start touching my boobs…

They’re dancing salsa in the background…they’re so talented 

When you say or do smth stupid and have to fight the urge to punch yourself in the face

Legends say that if you look at this picture for 0.000000001 seconds you’ll fall in love with the man in the picture

…………..(can someone teach me how to write “….” in caps??)

When you see a spider on the wall and decide to run for your life…I feel you Kook…I really do…

Okay but why’s Tae so aggressive..? And Jimin’s really feeling himself…Hobi looks mad…What’s going on…I’m confused…again..I’ve been confused since I became an army

Idk what to caption this I’m still confused 

Misunderstanding

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You’ve been secretive around Tom and he’s finally had enough. 

Warnings: Angst, Emotional Tom

A/N: I’m back and ready to attack xx Hope you all enjoy this Imagine :,)


[Reader’s POV]


    Today seemed to go by slowly as you sat around watching people pass around in a blur. Minutes seemed to merge into hours as the morning started turning into the afternoon. Tapping your foot against the bar of the chair you were sitting on. A small hum filling the space around you. 


“Have you seen Tom around?” looking up to the familiar voice you see Chris Evans standing in front of you. Shaking your head no he frowns before taking off towards a different direction. Unlocking your phone you start scrolling through Pinterest again. Your nails tapping against the screen of your phone.

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His || Jungkook || 0.17

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 0.10 | 0.11 | 0.12 | 0.13| 0.14 | 0.15 | 0.16 | 0.17 |

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Midnight Talks Pt. Three || Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by juliechavira

Word Count: 1,322

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Part One     Part Two

He turned and smiled at you, “Hey Y/N.” As the two of you walked across the tile floor together, you started contemplating about inviting Peter to your house tonight. Reaching his locker,you built up the confidence to ask, “Do you want to, maybe, come over to my place tonight to study or something?”

The students in the hallway were quite noisy but all you could hear was Peter’s lovely voice. Not in a good way though. He froze. The girl of his dreams was asking him to hang out. Together. His hopes at spending time with you were quickly shut down as he remembered his new ‘night job’.

“I, I would love to but,“he said while scratching his neck,“I have that internship with Mr. Stark tonight-” He stopped when he saw you blush and look at your shoes. You took his pause as a chance to retaliate, “No, I,um, I get it. Priorities right?” You nervously chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as he just held the door of his locker. You were slowly backing away, wanting to leave the embarrassing situation.“I’ll see you around, Peter.” You turned around, fleeing to your own locker. Peter stood there at his locker, taking out his books. On the soon closed door, he leaned his head against the cool metal, regretting the mistake he just made.


You threw your backpack on the floor and jumped onto your bed face first. Laying flat on your face, you thought about the terrible day you had. You just cried. Rolling over onto your back you realized that nothing ever went your way. The tears kept streaming down your face before you sighed, not feeling motivated to do anything. You decided to wrap yourself in your blanket and sleep.

It was dark outside when you finally woke up. You went and ate your dinner before deciding to call it quits for the day. You practically crawled back to your room. When you got inside the room, you turned around to quietly shut the door. All of a sudden, a clothed hand covered your mouth which muffled your screams of terror and a hand wrapped around your waist. The person removed their hand from your waist to make you turn around. You then came face-to-face with your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth, as he saw you no longer struggling against him.

You steadied your breath before speaking sarcastically,“Seriously, man? I thought we were friends.”

Spider-Man looked at the ground ashamed, “I didn’t mean to scare you, I just, I didn’t want you to scream but, you screamed anyway so it was kind of pointless.” He was fiddling with his fingers. You sighed, “It’s alright, I was just shocked.” The two of you stood there for a minute before he broke the silence.

“I brought you flowers,” he said, pointing to the bundle of flowers that he placed on your bed. You smiled and walked over to get them. “Do you like them?” He asked as he was bouncing on the balls of his feet. You smiled wider as you started messing with one of the flowers, “They’re beautiful, thank you.”

He walked over to you and sat on the floor, leaning on your bed like the first time you met. You put the flowers back on the bed, bent down and sat next to him as he put his head in his hands sighing. “You don’t look so happy. What’s wrong?” You asked him sympathetically.    

“I have a crush on this girl, and she is just so amazing. But, I think I’ve ruined any chance I had with her.” He said with a low, sad voice, “I just don’t know what to do.”

You put your hand on his back to be supportive. “I know the feeling.”

Spider-Man quickly dusted of his sad emotions, “How was school?” He quickly composed himself. “Um,” you scoffed out of pity for yourself, “horrible. I think I ruined my friendship with Peter, had a surprise quiz in my least favorite class,and I didn’t have time to eat lunch because I was too busy avoiding my friends.” You were on the verge of tears again. You looked up, trying to keep the tears from falling. Spider-Man looked slightly shocked. The strong girl that he knew was about to break down.

He moved his body to a comfortable position where he could hug the sad girl. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist, for the second time that night, and placed his other hand to cradle your head. Small tears leaked from your eyes, which slowly started to soak his suit. You both sat there in a comfortable silence for a while, just in each others company.

You  started to pull away, making Spider-Man pull away too but he stayed in front of you sitting on his shins.“I want you to know, that you’re the highlight of my day, Y/N.  You motivate me to go out and keep helping people, everyday. Without you, I’d be lost.” He spoke with such passion and adoration , placing his hands on both of your cheeks.

You were confused. “But, w-we just met. How can I motivate you if-” before you could finish your sentence, he pulled back. The man looked deeply into your eyes before placing his hands under his chin, on the edge of his mask. He took a deep breath before peeling the mask off of his face.He kept his face down, but only for a second.

He looked up into your eyes. Your mouth was opened slightly, from shock. “Oh God,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. You glanced down at the mask in his hands before looking back up at him. “Peter, what- why- I, how the hell are you Spider-Man?” You asked still in shock.

“It’s a long story. But, everything I just said, I meant every word. You mean so much to me and, things would suck if you weren’t in my life.” Peter said, dropping the mask to put his hands back onto your cheeks. He looked deep into your eyes, and you could see that he meant it all.

“That’s why you said you couldn’t come over.”You chuckled. “I told Spider-Man, that, that I have a crush on you. I literally told you, oh wow. That’s kind of embarrassing.” Saying this made Peter laugh lightly. You enclosed your hands around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. You felt his breath fan out over your skin. He leaned in closer, closing his eyes and tilting his head before crashing his lips down on to yours. His lips were soft, and the kiss was passionate.

The two of you pulled away to take a breath of air. “Wow,” he said, eyes slightly wide which made you laugh.

“Do you want to go out with me, maybe?” He asked with a wide grin. “I would love to Spider-Man.” You replied with a smile mirroring his.


The next day at school, you found Peter, standing alone at your locker on his phone. You smiled with a blush, remembering last night. “Hey.” You said approaching him.

He looked up from his phone to see you, putting the device in his pocket, “Hello gorgeous.” He greeted you as he pulled your hips towards him so he can place his lips on yours once again. He didn’t care that there were people everywhere, he just really wanted to kiss you.

Down the hall, Michelle and Ned stood dumbstruck. “I knew it,” the two teens exclaimed in unison as they saw their friends passionately kissing. Ned pulled out his phone and opened his camera. “What are you doing?” Michelle asked. Ned smirked, “Taking a picture to show their kids.”

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Imagine One Shot -- Just Some Casual Stalking.

Tom HiddlestonxReader

Summary: Tom tells the story of how you get on a talk show.


Graham leaned forward, “So, Thomas,”

Tom laughed immediately, “Oh dear, this is going to be a big one,” he turns to look at the audience, “he only calls me Thomas before the really big questions.”

Graham laughs and nods, “It’s true, very very true. Speaking of True, is it true that you stalked your fiance on set before you met? ”

Tom made a face, “It was just some casual stalking,” Graham and the audience start laughing,

“No, no, Let me explain myself, you see, as you all know (y / n) was the screenwriter of (Romantic Movie Title). We spent hours talking about the script, my character, emails, texts, phone calls. All of that. But never met in person. So, it’s the first week of shooting and I see this girl. This absolutely adorable girl talking to the director. I think, ‘Okay, go get introduced.’ I got grabbed by wardrobe because there was some last minute change and by the time I get back. She’s not there. We start the scene. I think that was when we filmed the wedding scene, and I look out and there she is again, this time over clearly whispering to someone from production, and forget my lines. Totally gone. ”

There is another round of laughter and Tom laughs as well, adjusting a little awkwardly in his seat.

“Yeah, so there I am, speechless,”

Graham laughs, “Was that a first?”

“It was new.” He joined in the laughter and continued. “I shake my head and apologize and get back to filming. When it was a break to change the setup, I just instantly start looking for her again, I need to know who this girl is. I was a man on a mission and I found out" he had a pause for effect, “nothing, she was gone. So I figure, okay she must be involved with the film somehow right? She was talking to some important people. She had to come back. So by this time I was texting (y / n) pretty often, sometimes about the movie and sometimes just to say hello, I call her to save time in texting, she picks up and I say, Oh my God (y / n), I think I fell in love with someone on set today. So, she starts grilling me, what did she look like, who is she? and I start describing this girl,“ anotjer pause "and I hear her laughing,in stereo, turn around and there she is… that adorable girl. So yeah, a little bit of stalking and I found my best friend.”

@foureyedsiopao

in which y/n stands harry up… again…

She tip toed through the door hoping by some grace of god that he wouldn’t be waiting up for her. She carefully peeked her head in each room before the rest of her body followed. It almost seemed as if she’d make it through the night unscathed, that is until she walked into their bedroom and saw him sitting on the bed, lower half tucked underneath the covers as he casually toyed around on his phone. 

He looked up as she entered the room cautiously, and she offered him a small, guilty smile to which he rolled his eyes. “Harry–” she began, but he quickly cut her off. 

“Don’t.”

She dropped her bags and scuttled over to the bed. “I’m sorry, H.”

“I said, ‘don’t’.”

“I know you’re mad, but please just let me explain.”

“Mad?” He chuckled manically. “I was mad the first three times you stood me up. I was mad for the first 45 minutes of sitting in that restaurant actually thinking you were going to show up this time. Now, I’m furious." 

She looked to him with sad eyes. "I tried calling you,” she muttered pitifully.

“Oh yeah thanks for letting me know you weren’t going to make it an hour after you were supposed to be there. Real considerate.” He stood up, rolling his eyes, seemingly too mad to stay seated any longer. 

She was a bit annoyed. It had been a long and trying day. She had every intention of meeting him for dinner, but corporate came down and she was more or less forced into working over time. She couldn’t bail, not when her team and her boss were counting on her, not when her job could possibly be on the line. “I couldn’t get to my phone, Harry. The big bosses came down. I really wanted to be there, but I couldn’t just leave. I’m sorry.”

“These days it just seems like it’s always something with you. You’re leaving early, getting home late, missing every date we set. Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t like what you’re insinuating.”

He exhaled heavily. “Well, I don’t know what I’m supposed to think! We never talk anymore!”

"I’m trying to talk to you now, Harry, but you’re refusing to listen!”

He took a few deep breaths before sitting down. “Go on, then.”

She was a bit taken aback by his allowance. She just stood in front of him, blinking, as he waited for her to begin. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before her face twisted into a scowl. “You’re not my principal, and I’m not in trouble. I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Actually, I think that’s the least you can do.”

She crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows, leaning forward slightly in frustration. “Okay let’s not pretend that you’ve never been on this side of the situation, Mr. Rockstar. I never got this upset with you, though. So, why do you think you have the right to criticise me for any of this?”

He was about to respond, but instead he opted for running his hands down his face, finally calming down. “I’m not…” he paused trying to collect his thoughts. “I’m not trying to criticise you, and I’m sorry for blowing up on you, but I’m frustrated, love.”

“And you think I’m not? Harry, I hate this. I’m exhausted and stressed out all the time. We are the one thing that’s supposed to be easy.”

He nodded his head in agreement a few times, then motioned for her to move forward and into his lap. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. It was the closest she felt to him in a solid month. “I just want to get back to us. But, I can feel you slipping through my fingers.”

She interlocked their hands. “I’m not going anywhere, H. At the end of the day, I’m always going to be right here. But, my job is super important to me. I like what I’m doing. I’m happy with the way things are right now, so it’d be nice if you could be a little more understanding.”

His face was the one that twisted up this time. “Babe… I have been understanding. I wasn’t even upset the first couple times, but this is becoming a habit. I think I have the right to be a little mad, at this point.”

She sighed heavily, getting up from his lap. “Well, I don’t know what you want me to say. I have to be available for my job. It’s not like I’m intentionally skipping out on you.”

He pulled his knees up to his chest. They were both attempting not to get worked up again. Neither of them enjoyed screaming matches like the one they had a few minutes ago. “So, your job is more important than me now?”

She shot him a slight look of disgust. “Okay, don’t do that. Because honestly? I’ve spent the last couple of years working around your schedule. I made myself available whenever you were. I had to deal with the missed dates and the not being back when you said and the leaving early in the morning and the getting stopped when we’re out because of fans and the constant invasion of privacy. Don’t forget that. I admit there were times when I was upset, more than upset, but I never held it against you. Why can’t you extend me the same courtesy?” She had been pacing the room as she recalled all the struggles she had to face simply because he  was who he was. 

“It’s Not. Just. About. That.”

She let out a small shrill, running her hands through her hair, as she spun on her heels facing him directly. “Then what is it! Please explain it to me!”

“It’s that I don’t feel like you love me anymore!” He closed the distance between them, but still had his voice raised in a way that sent chills down her spine and not in a good way. “I don’t feel like you need me, and that’s terrifying for me because most days I don’t think love is a strong enough word to describe how I feel for you! I know you have to deal with a bunch of BS being with me, but have I ever made you feel like I don’t want you?”

Her face paled considerably and she stood before him completely shell shocked. “No,” she choked out.

“Well, that’s how I feel,” he said, lowering his voice to a normal decibel, relieved that he finally got his point across. “It’s like when I see you, if I see you, walking around you look like the girl I fell in love with, but your mind and heart have already moved on.” He pushed away a few tears that tipped out of his eyes. “And you know you never really apologise for this kind of thing. You’re just like 'I got caught up at work’ or summat and you expect me to get over it.”

She immediately rolled up on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered “I’m sorry,” into his ear until both of their heart rates stopped beating so rapidly. Then, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him nice and slow attempting to relay all the feelings she had for him that she’d been keeping trapped inside. “I love you so much. So so so much. I’m sorry I haven’t been doing a great job at showing it or telling you.”

He leaned into her touch and wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling her as tight as possible, while nodding his head. “I know you don’t need as much verbal and physical confirmation as me, but please humour me, yeah?”

“Of course. I’ve just been so caught up in this project that I’ve been neglecting you, and I’m sorry, genuinely. But, can you do something for me, as well?”

He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Pull me aside and tell me if I’m being a knob, okay? Talk to me. I’m pretty evolved as a human being, but I haven’t quite developed telepathy, yet. Deal?”

He chuckled, sealing their lips together once more. “Deal.”

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Request: Could you do one where harry and his girl just started talking/ have been on a few dates and then she sees all this stuff in the news about him and Camille?


“I had fun tonight.” Harry smiled, your hands laced with his as you stood on your doorstep. 

You smiled, butterflies in your stomach and a blush on your cheeks. “Me too. Thank you.” 

Harry shook his head slightly. “Thank you. Text me when you wake up?” Harry tiltled his head to the side, making him look even more adorable than he already was and causing you to bite your lip a little, nodding. 

“Text me when you’re home?” 

“Of course,” He smiled, “Goodnight, love.” He leaned down, pressing his lips on yours in a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist instead and your hands around his neck. 

You both pulled away, breathless with grins. “Goodnight. Take care.” You pecked his cheek, backing away until you were inside your house, holding the door. 

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Go With It

You show Namjoon your dominant side.

pairing: Namjoon x Reader
genre: smut, sub!Namjoon
wordcount: 6.1k
inspiration 

warnings: breathplay, sub!Namjoon, dom!y/n, edging, just general filth :-)



You had lost count of how many times people described you as the ‘sweet girl next door.’ 

People associated you with sweetness, with lightness, with shades of buttery soft pink. To friends, family, and acquaintances, you were the quietly-spoken girl who couldn’t hurt a fly. 

Little did they know.

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Boyf Riends First Date HCs

A/N: I love these nerds so much, so here are some fluffy headcanons

- Jeremy and Michael’s first date is kinda awkward bc they’ve been besties for 12 years

- It’s at some like kinda nice restaurant, and I think that partially contributes to the awkward vibe bc those boys aren’t used to fancy food

- Eventually they decided to ditch the restaurant after like entrees and they just end up at, like, Burger King or something

- They definitely relax a bit more, but they’re still kinda unsure of how to do the whole date thing

-The fact that their hands brush a few times when they’re reaching for fries doesn’t help them

- A lot of the time there’s kinda comfortable silences bc they’re staring at the other person

- Jeremy does it occasionally, but boy Michael is the most guilty of it

- “Michael.” *snaps fingers in front of his face* “Michael!” *shakes his head slightly* “Yeah?”

- I reckon at one point Michael takes Jeremy’s hand while he’s ranting about something, and Jeremy just kinda stops mid sentence

- “I still can’t believe that….“ *pause* "Uh, Michael?” *noise of fake innocence from Michael*

- From that point on Jeremy’s cheeks are kinda permanently pink, and Michael thinks it’s adorable

- Some old lady probably approaches them and tells them that they’re an adorable couple, and we get two very blushy boys because of it

- “She’s right, you know?“ "Shut up Michael.”

- After they finish dinner, they probably drive back to Michael’s

- That car ride was when Jeremy found out that Michael doesn’t just love Bob Marley

- “Is this… is this Mariah Carey?” *profuse blushing and sputtering from Michael followed by a cackle from Jeremy*

- They rock up at Michael’s place and probably just play video games till like midnight

- However, this time the beanbags are shoved right up against each other, just like Michael and Jeremy

- At about 12, Jeremy starts getting super tired and yawning nonstop. Michael thinks it’s adorable, but refuses to tell him

- “Dude, I don’t think I can drive home.” *awkward pause* “You can… you can just stay here.”

- They end up in Michael’s bed, and although Jeremy doesn’t think much of it bc he’s pretty much asleep, Michael is freaking out internally

- “I had fun tonight.” “Me too, Jer. Me too.”

- Just before Michael falls asleep he kisses Jeremy’s forehead, and he drifts off just before he can notice the little smile that settles on Jeremy’s face

Hurry Home (Smut)

 A/N: This is kinda procrastination because I’m having a hard time finishing Redemption, but it’s coming along. I found this is my drafts so this is my “please don’t kill me Redemption is coming” phone sex. Also, I’d like to dedicate this to my lovely friend @sippingchai . Thank you for being as thirsty as I am lol. Enjoy ;)

You stretch your legs out as you sprawl across the bed making the most obnoxious noise. Opening your eyes, you look over and see an empty place in the bed where Shawn should be. The studio maybe? Who knows. You stand up and make your way downstairs to the living room to sit on the couch. You turn on Netflix to watch the next season of Dexter. You and Shawn usually watch it together, but you just can’t help yourself.

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The bridge scene on Endor is the moment Han realizes that it doesn’t matter if Leia loves him back; all that matters is that he loves Leia.

You know the scene: right after Luke confesses to Leia that they’re siblings and then immediately leaves to confront Vader.

Enter Han. He insists that Leia tell him what’s wrong even after she tells him that she just wants to be alone.

Leia says, “I can’t tell you,” to which Han responds with jealousy, saying, “Could you tell Luke? Is that who you could tell?”

At this, we see Leia cry for the first time, and Han starts to walk off. He then pauses for a moment

then turns around and walks back to Leia. In that moment, during that pause before he walks back, Han realizes that he loves Leia whether she loves him or not. He goes back and apologizes - Han Solo apologizes. And you know that’s not something he does lightly or often because that would be admitting that he did something wrong.

Leia looks at him, considers him, and responds with “Hold me” while collapsing into Han. Now this is clearly something new for Han. He looks shocked and almost a little scared by the embrace, like he’s never done this before.

He sort of awkwardly pats her, like he’s trying to figure out how this thing works. In a matter of seconds, he’s gone from a macho man who walks away from a crying woman because of his own jealous to a man who is so in love that he’ll hold her even if he doesn’t know how.

On My Own (Harry Hook) Part Seven

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

You swore you’d never hurt me.”

“You swore you’d never leave me On My Own.”

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight


“Harry, why do you carry that hook around?” You asked, looking up at the pirate from the dock as he mopped the deck of the ship. Harry shrugged, “it was me dad’s. I always thought he’d give it to me older sister, Harriet. But he gave it to me instead. It made me feel like maybe the old man actually cared.” He paused, a slight blush covering his cheeks as he glanced up to you quickly before turning back to his mopping. “That sounded corny, eh?”

You smiled, “I think it sounded nice.”

“Now I have a question for ye, Lass,” The pirate hummed, glancing up at you with a small smile. “Have ye ever been in love?” He asked, placing his hands on top of the mop handle and resting his chin on them. You chuckled, shaking your head. “No I have not.” You replied, receiving a cheeky grin in return.

“Well I guess there’s a first time for everythin’.”

“Right you are, Hook.”


“Okay, Lass, ye’ve had yer fun. Time to give me back me hook,” The pirate gritted through clenched teeth, hand outstretched. You snickered, stepping back. “I don’t think I’ve had enough fun just yet.”

Harry growled, lunging out to you. You laughed, running away from the angry pirate. He should have known better than to let you “borrow” his most prized possession. You barely outran him in time to climb up to the crow’s nest. “I don’t care if ye’re goin’ up there! I’ll still catch ye!” Harry shouted, following up after you.

You laughed when the pirate cornered you. “Hiya!” Harry rolled his eyes, reaching for the hook, which you held out behind you. “Nah ah ah,” You tsked. “Not until you say it back.”

“I’m not saying it back.”

“Harry.”

The pirate sighed, clenching his jaw before looking at you. “Hiya.” He muttered blandly. You sighed, “No. Like you mean it, Harold.” You scolded, poking him in the stomach. You grinned slightly at the giggle he let out in response to being poked in one of his most ticklish spots. “Okay okay okay,” He laughed before looking to you with a small smile.

“Hiya!” He repeated, voice higher than normal. You gave him a fond smile, pressing your lips to his for a brief kiss. You pulled away as he took his hook, gripping it tightly in his left hand. “Good pirate,” You cooed, arm slipping around his neck in order to pull him down to your height and pinch his cheek.

“Right you are, Lass. I am a grand pirate. But, ye want to know a secret?” He asked, voice dropping to a whisper. You nodded eagerly, you loved being told secrets.

“I’m an even better boyfriend.”


“Harry you look seasick,” Uma sighed, sitting beside the mopey pirate at the picnic table. “So?” Came the reply, muffled by the fact he had his arms crossed on the table and his chin on his arms so he could barely move his mouth.

“Well, we’re not on a boat, and besides you’ve lived on a boat your entire life you never get seasick,” She reasoned. “Here. Eat.”

Harry grunted in reply as a tray of food was shoved at him. “I’m not hungry.”

“Well then what are you gonna do for the next half hour?” Uma questioned, rolling her eyes at her stubborn friend.

Harry buried his face in his arms. “Remember,” He whispered before closing his eyes.

Uma shook her head, leaving her friend to stomp over to where Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay sat. “What did that wench do to Harry?”

“What’s it to you, Shrimpy?” Mal asked, smirking slightly.

“I’ve never seen him this upset. He won’t even eat or fight with Gil. The poor oaf’s lost without his partner-in-crime,” Uma growled, motioning to a lonely Gil blowing on dandelions. Jay sighed.

“I wish we knew. Lonnie said Y/N hasn’t gotten out of bed. She ditched all of her classes today,” He replied. “She had some appointments today she missed. I was supposed to fit her for new clothes and she was supposed to help Dizzy mix some hair potions,” Evie added with a sigh. “Dizzy’s really upset about it.”

“I’m pretty sure it has something to do with Harry constantly flirting with her, despite the fact she only broke up with him because of you,” Carlos retorted. Uma narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you insinuating there, Flea Boy?”

“Harry’s been doing nothing but flirting with her since he got to Auradon. Acting like it’s not his fault they broke up. He did cheat with you, after all.”

“What are you talking about? Harry never cheated with me.”

“Yeah he did. That’s the entire reason Y/N broke up with him. Gil came to Y/N’s home and told him Harry was cheating on her with you,” Carlos explained, albeit a little confused. Did she really not remember?

“Gil told her what!?” Uma exclaimed, staring at the four in shock.

“Gil come over here right now!”

the blond boy looked confused, but followed his Captain’s orders.

“Why did you tell Y/N Harry was cheating on her with me?” Uma demanded, shoving him down on the bench seat so she could stare down at him.

Gil gulped, looking nervous. “Well, one day when I was walking into Ursula’s I overheard you guys talking…”

It had been a long day for Gil, his father had required him to workout with him all morning, then listen to his tales all afternoon. So, it was about five in the evening by the time the boy was able to head over to Ursula’s. He just hoped he hadn’t missed too much.

He grinned upon hearing the voice of his closest friends - Captain Uma and First Mate Harry Hook. He opened his mouth to greet them, stopping when he heard them talking in hushed voices.

“Uma, I’m askin’ as yer friend, not yer first mate. Ye can’t tell Y/N what’s goin’ on,” Harry insisted, sounding panicked.

“She’s your girlfriend, Harry. She has a right to know. Besides, don’t you think she’ll notice the marks eventually?” The voice of the Captain shot back, seeming angered.

“I’ll keep them covered. Please. She can’t find out. Not until I figure out how to tell her without her overreactin’.”

“Fine, Harry. But you better tell her eventually, or I will. I will not allow what’s going on to remain a secret.”

Carlos, Evie, Jay, and Mal all stared at Uma accusingly.

“Sounds like cheating to me,” Evie stated, narrowing her eyes at the sea witch. The others nodded in agreement.

“Harry and I never did anything! He’s like my brother! I view him and Gil the way you girls view Carlos and Jay!” Uma snarled before turning to Gil with a sigh. “Gil… You misread the situation. Harry and I weren’t talking about some secret affair or something,” She started, voice turning somber.

“Then what were you talking about?” Gil quizzed, crossing his arms. Uma sighed.

Uma was helping Harry untangle his hook from his jacket when she noticed shades of blue, black, and purple peeking out from the collar of his shirt. “Harry, why are there bruises on your back?” Uma inquired. Sure, as pirates and villains they get into fights often. But she knew Harry well enough to know he would never let someone sneak up behind him or turn his back on an enemy long enough get a bruise that bad on his back.

“Oh, uh, well, ye see I was moppin’ the ship and I slipped and fell on my back,” Harry replied.

“Don’t lie to me, Harry,” Uma growled before dropping her voice to a whisper. “Was it your dad?”

Harry paused, “Yeah. It was him.”

“Does Y/N know?” She quizzed, crossing her arms as the pirate turned to face her, panic on his face.

“No. And ye can’t tell her, Uma. She’d go ballistic!” He replied.

“She needs to know, Harry. Maybe she’d be able to convince you to stop visiting that drunk like I’ve been trying to.”

“Uma, I’m askin’ as yer friend, not yer first mate. Ye can’t tell Y/N what’s goin’ on,” Harry insisted, sounding panicked.

“She’s your girlfriend, Harry. She has a right to know. Besides, don’t you think she’ll notice the marks eventually?” The voice of the Captain shot back, seeming angered.

“I’ll keep them covered. Please. She can’t find out. Not until I figure out how to tell her without her overreactin’.”

“Fine, Harry. But you better tell her eventually, or I will. I will not allow what’s going on to remain a secret.”

“Harry’s dad was…” Evie trailed off, eyes drifting to the lone pirate, still off in his own little world.

“Yeah…” Uma trailed off. “That was what we were talking about, Gil. Not some stupid little scandal.”

“Uh oh…” gil mumbled, before looking to the group like a kicked puppy. “Guys… I think I messed up really bad this time.”



It was late, and you were getting ready to go to bed in the house you shared with your father. You had just turned off your light when a knock came on your broken window. “Ye up, Y/N?” A voice called from outside your window.

“Harry?”  You asked, peering out the window. You noticed his red jacket before opening the window completely. “Are you insane? You know my dad hates you. He’ll kill you if he finds you out here!” You whisper-shouted. Ever since Harry hooked one of your father’s voodoo dolls he hated the pirate. “Come on, I’ll be quiet! I just want to give ye a present, Lass.”

You sighed before helping the pirate through your window. Once he was steadily on his feet he instructed you to close your eyes, and hold out your hand. Seconds later, something cool and smooth was dropped into it. You opened your eyes, gasping at the ring in your hand.

“There. It was me mum’s. I want ya to have it,” Harry whispered, taking the ring and sliding it onto your ring finger. The one that was supposed to be reserved for wedding rings… and engagement rings.

“Harry, are you…?” You trailed off, staring questioningly at the pirate.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “No, lass. Not yet. Not until I can get ye out of this hellhole. Until then, consider us… engaged to be engaged. But the second we step foot off of this island, I hope ye’ll agree to bein’ my wife. My annoying, loud, short-tempered, smart-mouthed wife.”

“Harry, this is supposed to be a cute moment but you’re making me want to punch you in the face.”

“Ah, that’s my girl.”


Sliding out from under your covers, you walked over to the jewelry box sitting on a stand in your room. The last time you opened that box was when you returned from the Isle. “I’m so gonna regret this,” You whispered, opening one of the little drawers and pulling out a familiar ring.

It was me mum’s.

You slid it onto your finger, smiling softly.

The second we step foot off this island, I hope ye’ll agree to bein’ my wife.

“I wish, Harry. I wish…” You whispered as tears once again began to fill your eyes.


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