*steals bra and nail polisher from a girl and tells the whole school that they are dating when they aren't. On top of that, reveals to all of the classrom that the girl was raped by her father, a secret she only told him*
I love Bum so much, he could never hurt a fly.
*stabs a girl 12 times*
So pure and innocent.
*admits that he didn't feel guilty at all for killing her WHILE SMILING*
someone on a private instagram account said that Harry had a big leather shoulder bag with him backstage yesterday that was partially unzipped, and inside there were knitting needles and a big ball of fuzzy blue yarn. When asked what he was knitting, he answered “grrrrr Cookie Monster grrrrr”
Look, I don’t know who sent me this - but I swear to God - this is the best thing I have EVER read. I really hope it’s true. Please identify yourself anon, privately if you wish….because I have never been happier than I was after reading this.
My little knitting boy. I love him so much it hurts.
so i was thinking how much people seemed to overlook Lance listening to music in season 1 may or may not be because i always do the same and then this popped out. This takes place sometime during season two. (WC: 1208)
Keith lays down in bed, curling himself against Lance’s side, who is putting on Pidge’s headphones. He breathes in, relishing in the scent of pure Lance.
They’re in “Lance’s” room, but in all honesty, it’s both of theirs. Their clothes are both here, they both sleep here, they both brush their teeth and shower here. It’s theirs, and that little word change has never made his heart flutter so often.
But there’s only one thing that Keith is really thinking about. The one thing he always thinks about before they go to bed.
“Hey, Lance?” says Keith, wrapping an arm around Lance’s bare waist.
Lance pauses mid-motion. “Yeah?”
“Why do you always wear those in bed?” asks Keith. He lifts his head, resting his chin on Lance’s chest to face him.
Why am I like this? I need to give love. I’m like rain and every raindrop is full of love. I understand so much that it hurts more than just often. I’m not able to be angry with people anymore. The anger vanishes after five to ten minutes. And then comes understanding. And love. And warmth that I want to give them. To share with them. Why am i like this? Why do I care so much about people?
After pressing the record button, Niall sat down on the chair across from you. He gave you a thumbs up which you returned back with a smile.
“So Y/N, tell me about what you thought about Harry the first time you met.” Niall read off the list he prepared to ask both you and Harry. With your wedding coming up in a couple of weeks, Niall thought about what he could possibly give you guys as a wedding gift. He wanted to get you guys something special. He wanted to get you something that hopefully one days you guys will cherish. So…he came up with the brilliant idea of creating a pre-wedding video for you guys. He planned to interview you and Harry separately and ask you questions about your relationship. He figured that maybe you guys might want to play it for the guests at the wedding. He also thought in the future, if you guys were ever feeling doubtful or getting through a rough patch in the marriage, you guys would have this video to watch and remember the love you guys have.
You let out a chuckle as you remember the day you met Harry clear as day, three years ago. “The first thought I had about Harry?” You repeated, looking back at Niall, trying to avoid contact with the camera (Niall said that it would look more authentic that way). Niall smiled and nodded his head.
“Clumsy.” You looked down at your lap and shrugged your shoulders as you let out another laugh. Niall softly let out a chuckle himself. “I remember when he was walking up to me, I guess he was so nervous, he spilled his wine on me.”
You shook your head and with a smile, you continued, “He was apologizing a million times a minute. I was laughing the whole time. I remember Harry’s face was as red as a tomato. He promised he would buy me a new blouse.”
Niall smiled, having a mini flashback from when Harry told him about how he spilled his drink on the most beautiful girl he has ever seen in his life. He remembers Harry’s lazy smile as he described how funny you were and how you even laughed at his God awful puns. “And did he ever buy you a new blouse?”
You looked up at Niall and laughed, “You know what? He actually never did. He did buy me a drink though that night.”
“When did you first realize you loved Harry?” Niall asked as he read out another question.
You remained quiet as you tried remembering. In reality, there were tons of moments where you just stopped for a moment and took a minute to look at Harry and go, “I really love this man.” You tried pin pointing the moment where you knew Harry was it for you.
Finally you answered, “The first time I realized Harry was when we babysat Freddie for the first time. Louis was in a bit of a pickle and didn’t have anyone to babysit so naturally we volunteered. As soon as Louis left the door, Freddie was an absolute mess. He was crying and screaming off the walls. We didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t until Harry picked up Freddie and whispered into his ear ‘Everything will be okay. Daddy will be back soon’ that he started to settle down. Seeing how well Harry treated Freddie and how he was able to calm him down that quickly, it made me realize that I wanted Harry to be the father to my children one day. Seeing him like that…it made me fall in love.”
As you were telling the story, you were staring at the ring on your finger with a smile. Harry’s always been wonderful with children and you knew, without a doubt, he was going to be the most amazing father.
Niall looked down at his list of questions. He smiled as he read out one of the last questions, “Do you have a message for Harry before the wedding?”
You smiled as you stared directly into the camera. “I love you, Harry. I love you so much my heart hurts. I love how you’re able to make me laugh even when I’m feeling as low as can be. I love your stupid puns even when no one else does. I can’t wait until I’m your wife. Nothing will make me happier.” You paused and wiped your eyes as they began to get teary, “I know in my heart we are meant to be. You’re my soul mate and I am so lucky to get to spend everyday for the rest of my life with you.”
“Alright Harry, I’m just going to ask you some questions, alright mate?” Niall asked as he sat down on his chair across from Harry.
Harry nodded his head as he stared at the blinking red light at the top of the camera. Niall looked down at his questions, debating on what question he should ask first. Finally, Niall asked, “What was going on in your mind as you were proposing to Y/N?”
Harry took a hold of his bottom lip and let out a chuckle as he stared off into the ground. “I was thinking ‘God, I hope I don’t shit my pants’. There I was on one knee, asking the most beautiful girl known to man to spend the rest of her life with me. There’s always that doubt in your mind. Yes, you’ve been with that person for a long time but that doesn’t necessarily mean they want to be in that type of commitment with you. I think any person thinks that as they’re proposing. They think, ‘Please take that leap of faith in me’. And when she said yes…I just couldn’t believe it. Honestly, it took my mind a moment to realize that she said it. To this day, I still can’t believe it.”
“What was your first impression of Y/N?”
“My first impression of Y/N…she’s gorgeous. I saw her from across the room, just standing there and she took my breath away. I knew that I had to talk to her or I would regret it for the rest of my life. Somehow, without even knowing what her name was, I knew she was the one I was going to spend the rest of my life with.” Harry smiled as he looked at Niall.
Niall nodded as he mentally praised himself for having one of the best wedding gifts ever. “What’s your favorite thing about Y/N?”
Harry looked down at his fingers, playing with his rings. “I couldn’t pick just one. I love everything about her. I love how kind her heart is. I love how she never saw me as Harry Styles, celebrity. She saw me as me. Plain, old Harry Styles. In our entire relationship, I never had to worry about her loving me for the wrong reasons. I knew she loved me for who I am. Not my status. I love how she’s beautiful, inside and out. I just love her.”
Niall stood up and stopped the video from recording. He clapped his hands together, “Alright. I think I have enough questions.”
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This is part 2 to this imagine. Hope you enjoy it!
one of the worst things about being in love with your best friend? You can’t
just get away from them. It’s like even if you’re sure that ignoring them will
be helpful, they just won’t take it.
night, a month ago, I’ve been doing everything in my power to get away from
Harry. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want him out of my life forever, but just
for a little while so I can try and get over him. Because now he’s engaged, and
trust me, the world doesn’t let me forget this.
been busy with work – or at least that’s what I tell Harry to avoid him – the
world seems to get against me all the time. Fans bombarding my twitter with
questions about his engagement and how I feel about it, Harry and Lexa on the
cover of every magazine, Louis texting me every day asking me how I am doing,
Anne complaining I haven’t been to their family reunion on weekends… It’s tough
to ignore this whole thing when it seems it’s out to get me.
something is wrong. I don’t think he realizes how hurt I am by his decision to
get married to Lexa, but he definitely knows something is wrong. He keeps
texting me, saying he misses me and that he wants me to be part of his wedding.
So far, I’m not even sure if I’ll go to the damn thing.
Will you be free this weekend? Mom said she’ll
be giving a small get together and that she misses you. H
Not sure. Working and
Why are you so distant?
I’ve already told you,
I’m working. Big project.
I’ll be honest and say I miss him. Probably
more than I should. I miss his hugs, I miss his voice, his smile, his
mesmerizing green eyes, his way of making me smile by only looking at me. I
miss him. But I also feel angry. Harry is probably the smartest person I know
and yet he doesn’t realize the mistake he’s making. Lexa doesn’t get him like I
do, she probably doesn’t care for him as much as I do and definitely doesn’t love
him like I do. I guess I am just angry at myself, at the end of the day. I
could have had him. It took me too long to tell him my feelings and he moved
on. No, to someone to move on from someone there has to be feelings involved
and I’m pretty sure he never had those feelings for me.
most of all. It’s hard to ignore the aching feeling in my heart, especially
when I don’t know how to get rid of it. I’ve been on dates the past weeks,
dates that went nowhere. That ended with me in my couch, a bottle of wine, old
photos of Harry and me and many tears. Tears because I miss those times when we’re
inseparable, when it was us against the world. I miss those times when I knew I
could tell him everything. I miss his comfort after heartbreak. But how can I
go to him when the reason I am so devastated is him? Is the fact that he loves
someone else, that he is about to vow infinity love for someone is not me. Is
the fact that even though he knows me so well, he can’t see how this is
breaking me. He is about to be forever hers and all I wish was for him to give
me a chance to make him mine. He can’t fix me when he’s the one who broke me.
I knew I shouldn’t,
it would only make things worse. So I don’t how I ended up sitting in my car,
on Anne’s driveway. I should turn around and go back to my house, but a part of
me didn’t want to. I miss everyone, they’re like family to me. And, most of
all, I miss him. I know very well that for my own sake I should turn around and
run, so why am I walking towards the door?
so good to see you, my darling! I missed you! How are you doing?” Anne hugged me
tight and I couldn’t help the smile that this hug brought to my face. I miss
her more than anything.
Working a lot.” I let go of her and we headed to her living room. Everyone was
there: Gemma, the boys, Lou, Lux and, of course, Harry and Lexa. He looks
amazing and my breath was caught in my through as soon as he headed my way.
you been hiding?!” He hugged me and I let him hold me to his chest. Gosh, how I
missed this. Missed him so close to me. I almost forgot everyone else, but the hug
was shortly broken by Gemma.
so good to see you. How’s work? How’s life?” She hugged me.
saying hello to everyone, Gemma, Louis and I went to the kitchen to grab some
more wine to the others.
doing?” Louis asked me once we were out of reach.
“I drink a
lot, I cry a lot and I work a lot.” I was honest with them. Gemma looked at me
with sadness in her eyes and I knew she wanted nothing more than to me and her
brother to get together and be happy.
you.” Louis told me. “He doesn’t know why you’re pulling away and it’s breaking
him that you’re so distant.”
I felt a
knot in my through and I knew if I keep talking about it, I’ll lose it. I’ll
crumble in a ball of hysterical cries and that would cause a lot of trouble. I
took the wine bottle and went back to the kitchen, to see Lexa showing Anne
pictures of wedding dresses she has been trying on. Anne looked like she couldn’t
care less for what her future to be daughter-in-law was saying, but the scene
itself was enough to halt me in place.
real. He really was getting married. She was already looking at dresses. I
think a part of me always thought he was going to change his mind, or maybe
this whole thing was some kind of sick joke.
Lexa wants you to help with her dress too.” Harry smiled at me, oblivious to
the hurt his words caused.
some other time.” My voice didn’t sound like myself, it sounded robotic. “I
need to go now. Got a call from the office.”
what?” He asked confused. “You just got here. And today is Sunday, you can’t
possibly work on a Sunday!”
very possible and I need to get going.” I was out the door before I could even
hear anything else.
back home with tears rolling down my face and a broken heart. I lost him
If I had
stayed that night, I would’ve known about the fight that took place right after
I left. I would’ve known how pissed off Harry was with my behavior and I would
know what unfolded after Gemma decided to just through every truth at him.
If I had
stayed, I wouldn’t be face to face with a very angry Harry, standing in the
middle of my living room.
ME?” He asked looking at me from across the room.
I love you, you’re my best friend and…” I tried to get out of the situation,
but I could see I wasn’t convincing him.
Gemma told me everything. How you’ve been in love with me for 3 years and not
said a damn word about it. How you’ve ran away from my party not because you’re
not feeling well as you told me, but because I got engaged. How you’ve been
ignoring me on purpose to get rid of your feelings for me. Why did I have to
hear this from my sister, Y/n? Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was near a
whisper at the end of his rant and he looked devastated.
took a deep breath and turned away from him. “I was afraid of losing you for
good. When I first realized my feelings, I didn’t know how to deal with it. How
was I supposed to tell you? I’ve known you my whole life, Harry! But the boys
kept on telling me to talk to you. Do you remember that day 3 years ago?” I
turned around to meet with his green eyes watching my every move. “When you told
me you met Lexa?”
It was the day you told me you were coming home and…” He stopped. I could see
the wheels turning in his head; I knew he understood what I wanted to say.
going to confess my feelings for you that day. But you were so happy about her…
I couldn’t ruin this for you. So I decided it was time for me to come home, for
me to move on from you.”
never did.” He whispered.
harder to get over you than it looks like.” I sat on my couch, feeling
completely defeated with this whole conversation. “Why are you so pissed off,
Haz? Yes, I do love you and I am trying to get over you. Eventually it will
happen. I’m not gonna lie and say that right now I’m happy with your wedding,
because God knows I don’t think she’s right for you. But if you’re happy, than
so am I. I just need time to get over my feelings for you, that’s all.”
“Why am I
so pissed off?!” Harry suddenly was angry again. “You didn’t tell me anything.
You completely shut me out, I was left in the dark for too long. For Christ
sake, I am your best friend, you should tell me this things! So now, not only
did I lose my future wife, I’m afraid I’ll lose my best friend.”
what?” I looked up at his hooded eyes, feeling my heart pick up the rate. What
does he mean with lost his future wife?
As if reading
my thoughts, he took the wedding ring he gave Lexa from his pocket and showed
to me. The beautiful diamond was shining in the dim lights and I could barely
believe my own eyes.
what did you do? Why are you with her bloody ring?”
you had told me you loved me, I would never have stayed with Lexa in the first
place!” He sat beside me and took my hand in his. “I always loved you, Y/N.
Gosh, always have and always will! I spent so many years loving you, and when I
realized you would never love me back, I decided to move on, y’know? Lexa was a
great girl, but she wasn’t you. I cared for her, and since I believed I would
never love someone as much as I love you, I thought she could be the next best
thing, I guess. Gosh, Y/N, I love you so so so much it hurts.”
At first, I
thought I was dreaming. Harry was confessing his feelings for me and it has to
be a dream. But when his hands found my neck and his lips found my lips, I knew
this was actually happening. And it was better than every dream I ever had in
my entire life.
need to hear your answer even though I know what’s gonna be. Y/N, will you be
my girlfriend?” He smiled at me and in that moment I knew everything was finally
fitting into places.
through all of this for you STILL have to ask me that?” I rolled my eyes and straddled
his lap. “Of course, you idiot.”
“Oh, I can’t
wait to see the others reaction.” He laughed and kissed me again. “But first,
let me show you exactly how much I love you.”
like that, he carried me to my room, for the first of many nights together.
I hope you’ve liked this. Please, leave me your thoughts about this oneshot, talk to me pleeease. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language!
Hello! I do not know if it's open or not (If not, sorry >w<) Can I ask for some HC for RFA + Saeran MC gets drunk and they try something like kissing / etc as always and she walks away and says something like '' I have a boyfriend / husband and I love him ''
(i had to skip a few requests because unlike last time i was not feelin writing straight-up smut on public transport LOL)
The two of you had been at a house party
Not your usual scene, but your friends had convinced you two
to go out
Yoosung, as the designated driver, was sober
But you were SMASHED
After dropping everyone else off you finally get home to
your shared apartment, and you collapse down onto the couch, the world still
spinning around you
You’re gone to the point that you don’t actually know where
you are, and it’ll be a hell of an experience once morning comes
Yoosung sits down next to you, hooking an arm around you
You stiffen at the contact, as in your mind you’re still at
“Babe, I’m so tired~~”
Yoosung leans over to kiss you lazily, but you push him away
as much as you can in your state
“What? What’s wrong?”
Yoosung looks genuinely hurt, but you don’t even really
“NOO I CANT” You try and sit up, but close your eyes when
your head spins again
“I can’t, I have a boyfriend… mmmNooo go away I love my
Yoosung laughs, but he is actually very touched by your
He touches your cheek gently
“Babe, it’s me, I’m your boyfriend”
“nnnNNNooo, he’s a good boy”
“It’s me, it’s Yoosung!”
You eventually squint at him hard enough to recognize him
“Yoosung?? I thought you weren’t drinking!”
Yoosung prepares to explain, but glances you over again and
thinks better of it
“But I’m here! Can I have my kiss now?”
You screw your eyes shut and pucker your lips, and he leans
down to peck you lightly
You two had gone out for beer
And your prideful and competitive ass had challenged Zen to
a drinking contest
And lost badly
He carries you back to the apartment
and although he hears you mumbling something into his chest
he can’t make out the words
Once you get back he lays you down gently on the couch and
lies down next to you for cuddles
You’re still mumbling something drunkenly, and he lifts
himself up to look at you
Your face is buried into the cushions, and he turns you onto
“C’mon babe, make sure you can breathe”
He leans down to kiss you, but once his lips connect with
yours he feels your arms weakly pushing him away
He pulls away from you, confused, and heart breaking a
And what you’re mumbling suddenly becomes a little clearer
“N-nooooo, p-please don’t….”
Zen scrambles off the couch
“What’s wrong, babe?”
Your eyes struggle to focus on him, although he is but a
fuzzy outline to you
“Please don’t… I can’t… I love my… boyfriend so… much, I
can’t hurt… him like this….”
Zen can’t help laughing, resting his forehead on your
stomach from where he sits on the floor
“It’s all right, princess. I understand.”
He leaves and comes back with a glass of water and a blanket,
and tucks you in for the night
Although he spends the night on the floor and doesn’t leave
your side for the remainder of the night
You two had been drinking at home
Or rather, you had- since Seven’s drink of choice is Dr.
As it were, you grievously overestimated your sobriety
level, and an hour after your drinking spree you’re feeling the effects much
more heavily than was expected
Seven has a grand old time watching you drunkenly maneuver
He watches without comment as you attempt to carry a
conversation with Robo-Cat
And hastily drags you away when you start to mess with
And waits until you’ve tired yourself out, curled up on the
“Agent 606! Wake up, Agent 606! Super duper emergency!”
You sit up to the best of your ability, the word “emergency”
triggering some kind of primal response in your mind
“Agent 707 has not received his daily
seven-hundred-and-seven kisses! He can’t go to sleep without them!”
Seven goes in to kiss you, but in your state of mind you
push him away in confusion
“Nooo…. I can only give the seven hundred seven kisses to…
to my… my Saeyoung…”
Seven keeps up the act, but on the inside he’s taken a
Cupid’s arrow to the chest
“Oh! You’ve caught me, Agent 606! ‘Twas I, the nefarious
706! Lemme dial Agent 707~”
You are not amused as he makes various “beep boop” noises
into a pretend “phone”
“I don’t want 707. I want my…. My husband Saeyoung…”
Seven has to stop himself from squealing or just crying on
But he sits down in front of you and takes your hands in his
“Okay, baby. I’m here. Can I have my goodnight kisses now?”
Your nightly wine sessions were certainly a routine
But Jumin had a long day at work, and he was compelled to
open another bottle
Which had led to your current situation, in which you were
more of a lightweight than either of you had thought
You’re having trouble remembering your own name, and Jumin
had placed your head in his lap as he now runs his fingers through your hair,
listening to you ramble drunkenly
He can’t make heads or tails of what you’re actually saying,
but you’re obviously very invested in it
He watches your brows furrow slightly, like they do when
you’re talking about something very passionately
And as the sound of your voice fades to join the distant
buzz from the wine he finds himself focusing on your lips
Without thinking, and a little inebriated himself, he leans
down to kiss you
Before recoiling from a sharp sting on his cheek, as you
slap him across the face
He looks back down at you in a mixture of shock and slight
And he’s not usually one to swear, but there are few
substitutions of the same caliber as:
“What the fuck?”
“Please, I’m married… I c… can’t do this to my husband, I
–hic- love him so much…”
There’s a moment of stunned silence before Jumin bursts out
“Remind me to never let you drink this much again, missy.”
Saeran’s not one for social drinking, so shots at home are
usually the plan for evening entertainment
It’s well-known that you’re a bit of a lightweight, but you
push yourself just a little too far this time
But Saeran isn’t exactly sober either, and the night is
mostly spent on the couch recovering
You’re in his arms for a long time
Long enough for you to forget where exactly you are
After a long period of silence Saeran finally speaks, his
voice gruff and his chest rumbling against you
“God, sometimes I forget how sexy you are when you’re
You stiffen at the comment, but Saeran doesn’t seem to
Instead he tilts your chin up towards him with his finger,
and captures your lips in his
A protest rises up in your throat, and you push him away
Words somehow find their way through your hazy mental state-
“No please, I can’t cheat on my boyfriend like this…”
Saeran goes stiff as a board, looking at you with heartbreak
in his eyes
“Yes, I love him so much, I can’t do this…”
Saeran can’t decide if he’s angry or hurt, but before he can
reach a conclusion the sound of the fridge door closing shakes you both out of
Seven glares at the both of you, holding a can of Dr. Pepper
from the fridge
“Would you both sober up? She’s talking about you, dumbass.”
As Saeran realizes what had happened he holds you tighter,
and you can’t tell if his shaking is from laughter or from tears
literally sometimes i think about evgeni malkin and i have to sit down for a second bc i just,,,, love him so much it actually hurts sometimes like,,,,,, “i know i’m score” …. “how’s name this guy?” …. “sid best. after me” …. “first period i’m little bit die” …. this man is the love of my life