only took 3 tries but i finally got this shit right

Best Comedic Moments of IT (2017)
  • “Best feeling ever!” “Really? Try tickling your pickle for the first time”
  • New kid on the block Ben listening to New Kids on the Block (And making references to their songs and hanging up a poster that he tries to hide)
  • Bill trying to come up with a lie to Eddie’s mom about where they’re going and he goes “I got a new uhhhhh” and then Richie jumps in “A new croquet set!" 
  • Eddie going to kiss his mom goodbye and Richie going "Do you want one from me too Mrs. K?” as Eddie pushes him out the door
  • Pennywise calling Ben “Egg boy”
  • When they found Betty Ripson’s shoe in the sewers and Richie goes “How do you think Betty feels? Running around these tunnels with only one freaking shoe” while hopping up and down with one foot in the air 
  • “It’s in my second fanny pack” “Why do you have two fanny packs?!" 
  • When Eddie is dressing Ben’s cuts from Henry and Richie goes "You have to suck the wound before you apply the bandage, this is 101!” and Eddie just flat out replies “You don’t know what you’re talking about”
  • “The list is longer than my wang!” “That’s not saying much” Stan freaking roasting Richie 
  • The beautiful aesthetic shot of Bev jumping off the cliff with this soft pretty music playing in the background as Richie screams “WHAT THE FUCK”
  • Ben asking if they want to see more of his research about the missing kids and the history of Derry and Eddie violently shaking his head 
  • “Derry started as a beaver trapping camp” “Still is AM I RIGHT BOYS?” Richie going for a high five and getting REJECTED 
  • When Richie is put on lookout outside Bev’s apartment and asks “What if her dad comes back?” and Stan is just DONE and goes “Do what you always do: Start talking!" 
  • "Trash the trashmouth!" 
  • "The sink went all Eddie’s mom’s vagina”
  • When they’re all talking about their experiences with IT and Richie goes “Wait can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I’m not seeing this shit?" 
  • When the losers saw Mike’s bike and all ran to help immediately and Stan took the extra three seconds to kick his bike stand down 
  • Richie yelling "ROCK WAR” and immediately getting hit in the face 
  • Richie trying to steal and play the horn from the marching band guy in the background during a serious scene 
  • “I saw a leper…… It was like a walking infection”
  • When Stan brings up the woman that IT transformed into for him and Richie just goes “Is she hot?”
  • When Bill asked who wants to stay out of Neibolt House to keep watch and everyone raised their hands (“Fuck” -Richie) 
  • “Can’t believe I pulled the short straw. You guys are lucky we’re not measuring dicks" 
  • Pennywise saying "Beep beep Richie” immediately before attacking him 
  • 3 doors labeled “Very scary” “Scary” and “Not scary at all” with Bill and Richie looking directly at each other before running to “Not scary at all”
  • After Eddie broke his arm and Richie went “I’m gonna snap it back into place!” and Eddie just yelled “Do not fucking touch me!”
  • “Who invited Molly Ringwald?”
  • When Richie yelled that Ben was leaking Hamburger Helper
  • “See that guy I’m hitting? I’m pretending it’s you” Richie while playing the arcade game when Bill came to talk to him after their fight 
  • When Eddie went to confront his mom about his meds being placebos “THEY’RE GAZEBOS! THEY’RE BULLSHIT!”
  • Richie trying to break the bottle against the railing so he has a weapon but then the entire thing just shattered
  • Pennywise’s weirdass dance 
  • “And now I’m gonna have to kill this fucking clown!” END MY LIFE BEST MOMENT OF THE MOVIE
  • “I know what I’m doing for my summer experience essay” Richie right after the final confrontation with IT
Langst i thought about late at night im sorry

ok so i don’t have a lot of evidence on this considering i don’t have screenshots and i really need to binge voltron again but im making this off of pure memory so hear me out ok? im porbably looking way too deep into this lmao

I think Lance feeling like he’s a seventh wheel is completely justified. 

Alright so everyone has had that moment where you make a joke and everybody just stay silent like it isnt funny, right? Well if you think about it, Lance has those moments every time he makes a joke or tries to lighten the mood, all of the time. Nobody really laughs at his comments or even pays much attention to them in the first place, only gets glares in return.

Now clearly, Lance usually cracks a joke for comic relief, but apparently no one else finds it funny. For example, he comes out of the pod after healing and everyone is happy to see him.  But as soon as he starts talking, people just groan and act like, “Oh, it’s that Lance, he hasn’t changed one bit,” and act clearly annoyed. Even his idol, Shiro, acts fed up with his shit- which in some cases is justified, but most times, it shouldnt matter, he’s just trying to be funny lmao.  Lance probably feels, unwanted, out of place, like he is the fifth wheel because no one really accepts him, and everyone finds him annoying.

Its not even just with Lance’s sense of humor, too.

People always think his ideas are stupid.

For example, the iconic scene where he keeps Keith from running straight into the danger that could get both of them killed, he suggests his alternate idea. Keith- who usually thinks Lance’s ideas are dumb, automatically jumps to the conclusion that his idea is going to be. Before he can argue, though, he works it out and sees that maybe Lance’s alternate route is a good idea. 

People disagree with the way he wants to complete something, in season 2, Lance comes up with the idea to form Voltron in a situation and everyone vouches against it, however 30 seconds later, they end up forming Voltron, like he said, anyway. 

Another reason, people also think little of him, they underestimate him, and that all starts with the Garisson. He was told that the only reason he ever got at his fighter pilot class was because his rival was kicked out of school, and without that he shouldnt have even been there. Again, he feels out of place, and like he doesnt belong. Then, his idol, his hero, Shiro, shows up, and when he finally feels like he has a purpose, like he could accomplish something amazing, but then Keith shows up. Even then, he doesnt give up, he is like “um excUSE ME BITCH I CALLED SAVING SHIRO FIRST” And once again, he doesnt want his rival that always beat him to do that once again. 

And again in season two, there’s clearly favoritism happening between Keith and Shiro, and Lance is jealous of course. Like, he finally gets to meet and work with his idol, and when he wants to go with Shiro on a mission, SHiro chooses Keith over him. Man, I wonder why he’s so overdramatic about it. Its not like he was treated the same damn way at the gaRISSON OR ANYTHING NAHH

No, but clearly, he has an inferiority complex, especially when it comes to keith, because he knows hes better than him in every way.

People in the show also deny that he has any good skills, and even he himself starts to believe it, when sorta venting to the yupper. (i die a little inside whenever i see it)

I loved it when shiro gave him praise for once because it was specifically for him and not directed at the whole time. It was good job LANCE

And honestly the pride on his face was so heartwarming like omg thank you shiro for ackowledging him

im probably going way off track but anyway 

daily dose of what its like in my mind 24/7 lmao

I hope in season 3 they kinda bring his insecurities up again as a sort of conflict i mean- with Keith possibly becoming Black Paladin, Lance is probably gonna be hella jealous and im sure thats gonna instigate a fight between them, and now theres not really a mediator. So. Fantastic…..

Guys i feel like a lot fo stuff goes right back to shiro, how lance probably aspires to be like him, or be good in his eyes and therefore be good for the rest of the team but hes having this inferiority complex because he feels unappreciated. Like hes just that annoying guy they dont really need and they could replace him if they wanted to, and keeping all of those thoughts hidden or masked by this confident facade is like

lance youre gonna break at some point 

I hope lance gets the recognition and the acknowledgement he deserves in season 3 i swear he better not be tossed under the rug.

You Are The Light of My Life

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Thanks for requesting, nonnie<3 xx

Prompt: “If requests are open, do ya think you could write a Raph x chubby reader? Like she’s real insecure but he really loves her the way she is. Like because he’s so solid but she’s so soft. And he gets to protect her. She’s like the calm to his storm. And stuff. If you could that’d be awesome! Thanks!”

Word count: 744

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

You met the turtles when you were walking home late. Work had you wrapped around their little finger, but the money was good, and the people weren’t too bad either. Your day was good, until some asshole stole your purse and tried to run off. Long story short, Raphael, you’re knight in shining armor so to speak, handled the situation very well. By very well, I mean he beat the living shit out of the guy and told him to get a job.

 5 months later, you were dating the giant, green God, and things were great. He was quite the charmer, and made you feel so special.

You’d visit the lair almost everyday, and everyday Raph would make it his goal to make you happy and proud of yourself. Today, it would be a little more difficult for him.

There were these boys in your class, who take pleasure out of making you feel shit about yourself, and somehow they got word that you had a boyfriend. They used this against you. Telling you all these things about how he must be as worthless as you, and when you tried they laughed in your face and said worse.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he dumped your fat ass soon!”

“He’s probably dating you for a bet!”

“Who would ever love you?”

They sneered and laughed and got your whole class involved.

And for the first time in months, you cried in front of them. They really got a kick out of that, and when you ran out of the class, it was the cherry on top.

 When you got to the lair, Raphael was already in a bad mood, and had dragged you to his bedroom. He closed the door behind you and placed you on to the bed. Then he crawled up next to you and wrapped his arms around you, burying his head in your stomach as he breathed in your scent. He loved your body. He could bury himself in you and never let go if he wanted to.

 And that’s what made you start crying. And not quiet sniffles. No, you started bawling. Raph picked his head up, looking at you with pure concern written all over his face.

“Baby girl? What’s wrong?” He sat up straight, holding your arms and pulling you into his chest. “Why ya crying, baby?” That only made you start blubbering even more, and it took quite a while to calm you down. Not that Raphael was bothered. If you were sad, he was going to find out why, and do something to solve it.

When he finally found out about why you were so upset, he was enraged. How dare they say those things to you? What gave them the right? By the time you had finished telling him everything, he was already pacing around the room, hitting things off the walls.

“Raph, please calm down.” you whispered, going over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, your cheek against his back. “I’m sorry if-”

“[Y/N]. Shut up.” He turned around and sat you down on his bed, sitting in front of you. “Yer beautiful. I love ya. If I ever see or meet those bastards, ya better believe I’m going to beat the living shit out of them, regardless of the time of day. Ya don’t deserve to feel like this. Ya the best person I’ve ever met, and I ain’t bullshitting ya. Ya deserve the world, and I’m sorry I can’t give ya that, but I’m happy with ya, [Y/N]. I don’t know- I don’t know how I’d live without ya. Yer the- the light of my life, ya know?” He paused and stared at her. “Do not think of yerself as anything less, because yer the reason I haven’t given up. I need ya to be strong fer me. I need ya to see me as the reason yer not giving up.”


Reader x Jungkook // College!AU // 4693 words

Summary: You spend nights hearing high-pitched moans all because of your neighbour Jeon Jungkook. You knew dorm life wouldn’t be easy but you didn’t think it would be like this. He’s cocky and an asshole and you wished you had a different neighbour because the both of you find each other in the oddest situations.

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: To my dear friend who requested smut… I tried? Also, idk how to name things man, sorry.

House Fellow refers to: Resident Assistant/Peer leader who is in charge of supervising residents in a dorm.

You wrap your pillow around your head in frustration. This is the 3rd time this week that you’ve been kept up due to your neighbour’s raging libido. You try to use the pillow to muffle the moans and grunts that you can hear clearly through the thin dorm walls. I hate Jeon Jungkook, you chanted in your head like a mantra. Of all the rooms you could have been assigned to, you just had to be assigned the one next to the most sexually active person on your floor or perhaps your whole dorm even.

You see both you & Jungkook had the knack of meeting each other in the oddest situations. The first time you had a full conversation with him was in the middle of the laundry room way past midnight.

You stood in front of the washing machine, debating if you should throw the very shirt you were wearing now into the washing machine too. You look down to find a ketchup stain on your shirt. You look around cautiously and then you look at your watch, 3 am it read. You hastily pull the shirt over your head and throw it in. No one would be doing laundry at this time too right? Just as you close the washing machine door, you hear the door to the laundry room swing open with a loud bang. You whip your head around in shock at the noise and in comes Jeon Jungkook with his laundry basket. You let out a small groan and quickly busy yourself with pouring the detergent into the cap.

Jungkook sets down his laundry basket right next to you. You can feel him staring at you but you do your best to ignore him. You feel a slight blush creep up onto your cheeks when you realize you’re topless right now and your bra is in full view.

Jungkook crosses his arms and clears his throat. “Ah, if it isn’t my tattletale neighbour.”


“It was you wasn’t it? Who sent in the noise complaint… Now I’ve only got one warning left… thanks asshole.”

You scoff at his attitude. “Look, I had an important mid-term coming up and your nightly escapades were really starting to disrupt my sleep schedule.”

“Well you could’ve told me personally to keep it down.”

“Yeah, whatever, sorry I guess,” You say hastily. You just wanted to get out of the laundry room as soon as possible. You swipe your student card and the washing machine begins to whir.

“That’s not a very sincere sounding apology but okay apology accepted.”

You nod your head at him slightly in acknowledgement and begin to move towards the exit of the laundry room.

“Hey neighbour,” he calls out. “Cute bra by the way.”

You quicken your pace and you slam the door shut behind you. You can hear Jungkook chuckling loudly and you shout back a quick screw you. You groaned out aloud in frustration. I hate Jeon Jungkook.

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To the people who are upset about the Wanna One final line up and are calling the top 11 talentless,

How? How can you say that? None of the top 11 are talentless. All of them deserve to be there. The issue was that there were only 11 spots and 20 amazing, talented boys who deserved those spots. In fact, all 101 of the trainees are talented. I could go on and on about how talented each and every member of that show is, but I’ll just talk to you about the top 20. 

TR;DL: It wasn’t anyone’s fault but Mnet’s. DO NOT BLAME ANY OF THE FINAL WANNA ONE MEMBERS. IF you wanna be mad, BLAME MNET. 

Rank 20 - Choi Minki - Nu’EST’s Ren - Ahh Ren, he was very good at everything. Maybe not the best in any regard but definitely an all rounder. Singing. Dancing. Variety. Visuals. All check. The issue with him gettng this rank however was that Mnet’s edits didn’t give him much screen time (this is the case with many of the following on this list). 

Rank 19 - Joo Haknyeon - He is talented. Despite needing some help, this boy is talented. He just learns slower than the other trainees and was greedy for positions he wasn’t ready to take on. He got way too much uncalled for hate because of it. I want to see him make a comeback one day as a stronger, wiser person.

Rank 18 - Kim Samuel - I shouldn’t have to say this but Samuel choreographed a lot of the dances they did for P101- hell he choreographed the Super Hot stage (baby is only 15 TwT). He kicked ass as center in Showtime! He was also good in Get Ugly! But Mnet didn’t give him that many behind the scenes cuts so I think that might have hurt him. He truly deserved so much better and I am going to support his solo. Hopefully, one day, he’ll debut in a group. 

Rank 17 - Yoo Seonho - He’s got cute maknae charms and improved so much throughout the show. He’s only been a trainee for 6 months and despite that he grew a lot in a matter of months. I’m so proud of you, Seonho. Thank you for comforting all the people who needed it at the finale. You are an absolute angel who deserved to debut as well.

Rank 16 - Anh Hyungseob - Hyungseob is a good dancer and despite not being the best singer he tries very hard. He’s also hilarious XD (fondly remembers the times he ran into a door) He’s also got variety skills. *cough* His rank is probably low cause the Yuehua boys are planning to debut soon *cough*

Rank 15 - Im Youngmin - Great dancer. Great rapper. I don’t need to say anything. Just watch any of his performances and you’ll see. He got fucked over by his fake scandals and because knetz eat people alive without knowing if the rumor is true or not. 

Rank 14 - Kim Jonghyun - Nu’EST’s JR - Amazing leader, who is selfless and always a sweetheart. He could have asked for center. He could have been greedy and asked for more lines. He never once did. On top of that, he’s a great rapper and a great dancer. Plus he a cute shy Wartortle. I have no clue how someone who was hailed the Nation’s Leader didn’t make it into the Nation’s Boy Group. 

Rank 13 - Kang Dongho - Nu’EST’s Baekho - He had vocals for days and visuals for days. His charisma was like fire and his personality is so <3 He was the cute babysitter for all the kids of P101 and I’m honestly so sad Guanlin lost his fav sexy uncle. 

Rank 12 - Jung Sewoon - Okay, look I love Ponyo . I love him so damn much you don’t even know. I was depressed when I saw him not get in. I can’t put into words how much I wanted him to be in the top 11. I thought he wouldn’t be close to 11 because he was 19 last time, but damn I feel trolled about this. VOCALS. DANCING. CUTENESS. I want to see him again in the future so badly.

Rank 11- Ha Sungwoon - HOTSHOT’s Sungwoon - It’s probably not right for me to say I didn’t want him in the top 11 because he needs to return to HOTSHOT so they can finally have a comeback. But he was Rank A from the start. Even Boa was like how are such talented kids not popular. 

Rank 10 - Bae Jinyoung - A lot of you seem to have an issue with BaeJin. But he’s got stage presences. He might not have shown it off at the start but he improved so much since then. Plus he has a great personality which you can see in any of the back stage cams since the actual show cuts his and Jihoon’s screen time.

Rank 9 - Hwang Minhyun - Nu’EST Minhyun- Don’t fucking sit here and tell me Jonghyun deserves to debut but then go off and say the top 11 aren’t talented when Minhyun is fucking in the top 11. Emperor Hwang has everything. Visuals, vocals, dance skills, and the relationship with the rest of the top 11. He made half this top 11 happen. So much talent you can’t even. 

Rank 8 - Yoon Jisung-  Auntie Jisung was gonna give up if he didn’t debut. He has stable af vocals while dancing. Plus he’s hilarious. Like really fucking funny. That’s been evident since he made himself a meme in episode 1. He took care of whatever team he led. I’m so so glad he got to debut. 

Rank 7 - Lai Guanlin - I personally didn’t want him to debut because I think he’s too young and still has a lot of growing to do. He wasn’t the best rapper or dancer but he’s got stage presence not only that but he was also only a trainee for 6 months. He’s only been in Korea for 6 months. Plus he’s like 16 so chill. 

Rank 6 - Park Woojin - I will flip tables if you tell me Park Woojin didn’t deserve top 11. He had shingles and still gave a bomb performance. He’s a great dancer and always draws attention when he’s on stage. He’s a great rapper too. He’s been Rank A from the start (BNM kids are so talented guys).

Rank 5 - Ong Seongwoo - Talented. So fucking talented. I can’t. He’s funny af, he’s an amazing dancer, he’s a god singer, he’s got a great personality, AND he’s got actor like visuals. Seriously, how can you call him untalented? Again he was rank A from the start. 

Rank 4 - Kim Jaehwan - If you have hearing, you know Jaehwan is talented. He improved his dancing so much to be here. Plus he’s savage and hilarious. Kim Jaehwan was actually someone I was worried wouldn’t enter top 11 because he didn’t have a strong solo fanbase.

Rank 3 - Lee Daehwi - This child did not suffer to have you call him untalented. He’s an adorable baby who can do it all. He is only 16 and he writes songs for crying out loud! He can dance and sing and maybe rap (I think). He was also Rank A from the start! (All the BNM kids are talented af so never fucking say he’s talentless)

Rank 2 - Park Jihoon - Got here because he winked BUT that doesn’t mean he’s not talented. He’s a good dancer like a really good dancer, And he knows how to work a camera, clearly. He’s not the best singer but he tries. He’s an okay rapper but we never got to see much of that. Jihoon is adorable and cute and a whole lot of goot things but people kept bashing him for getting to the top because he winked. He’s still talented though (Rank B isn’t that bad cause Jaehwan was Rank B).

Rank 1 - Kang Daniel - I will not take anyone calling him untalented. Seriously there are too many people saying he didn’t deserve it. Have you watched ANY of his stages. He ALWAYS stole the show and he’s NEVER been center. Look, people forgot he was a rapper because he sang so much on this show. Like he gave all the rap parts to other rappers because he knew they couldn’t sing. He’s an angel who loves cats and people. He’s also awkwardly hilarious. He was bound to be in the top 11 from the moment he hugged small Woojin. Worked hard and moved from Rank B to Rank A. Watch any of his fancams and prepare to be shook. 

If you’ve made it this far, I applaud you. 

Wanna One is talented.

Everyone in the top 20 was talented. 

I wish they made a group with the top 20 because I loved so many of them. 

The Girl Next Door [Tom Holland Smut]

Request: “ #695 for tom holland 😛 [[know you’re busy but i feel u, take your time]] “ [anonnymous] 

Words: 1.7+k

Rating: Explicit

Trigger warings: Smut, cheesy romcom story lmao

Summary: You just wanted to take a shower and relax in bed after a rough day.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but I made it into a full imagine to fulfill the thirst of my sweet sinful followers that have been requesting Tom Holland. Y’all give me life. I hope you like this. Also I wanted it to be short but whoops. 

As soon as you walked into your apartment you slipped out of your shoes and started peeling off your clothes. You knew your room mate wouldn’t be home at that time and you couldn’t care less if your creepy neighbor was staring at you through the window. Not today. You were too tired to think about it. Too sweaty to stay on this hideous polo shirt that was the bookstore uniform. All you needed right now was a nice shower and lay in your bed reading one of those erotica books your sister gave you because not even your brain were working right to read anything with depth. You needed to relax.  

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One Rule


so sorry it took so long, i had like 5 ideas for this, and constantly was changing it, and then college blows and then personal shit too, but finally an imagine that was requested like 5000 years ago. So sorry, I hope you like it.


I was beyond excited for spring break. I was ecstatic to be going to the lake with everyone for the week. I really needed this little vacation, and what better way than a week away with my best friends. Sammy had just texted me and told me that they were outside waiting for me, so I finished checking my bags and headed out the door to see my favorite idiots all in the car.

There was G who was driving and Johnson was in the passenger seat. Then there was Emily, Sammy, Skate and Swazz all hanging out the back seat window. I laughed at the sight and managed to squeeze my bags in the trunk and hop in, being squished in the back with all our bags and Swazz.

As soon as everyone was situated, we were headed off to the lake, only a short 7 hour car ride. How bad could it be?

Let me tell you, it was terrible. Johnson and Sammy kept fighting over the aux cord. I had to watch Skate strike out with Emily like the whole ride there, and Swazz was high as hell and could barely comprehend what was going on, although I loved my dopey Swazz. G was mostly quiet, and I would always catch him looking in the rear view mirror at me and smiling.

So, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a thing for G. We have this weird sort of relationship, we’re a little more than best friends, but less than lovers. We would constantly flirt, but that’s as far as it ever went. Playful flirting.

It started when I started to hang out with the guys more. I was closest with Swazz out of all of them. I met him for the first time ever when I was at the gas station in a shady part of town at like 2 in the morning and some perv came up and tried to get me to leave with him. Swazz walked out of the gas station and walked over to me, throwing his arm around my waist and kissing my forehead and saying ‘sorry babe, they were all out of skittles’ and placing a pack of m&m’s in my hand and then looking at the guy, who’s eyes went wide and then resulted in him leaving.

So I thanked Swazz, and we started talking more and more and just really hit it off. I told him how thankful I was for him saving my life and then we just started to hang out after that. And then he introduced me to his friends, quickly hit it off with all of them and then I was in a group message with all of them. But that was like a year ago, and here we are now. I’m just glad Emily was here too. I couldn’t handle all these boys for a week straight, plus she was my best friend.

We finally arrived after a long 8 hour trip, if you count all the stops we made at gas stations. It was beautiful. Very private. There were only like 5 cabins around the lake, so they were spaced out quite a bit. The cabin was huge, but only had 4 rooms, so mostly all of us had to double us.

But we didn’t wanna be like, hey you’re rooming by yourself, so we drew numbers. It was 1-4, but only 1-3 had two sets of numbers.

Johnson picked 4, Swazz and Sammy had 1, Emily and Nate had 2, which left G and I both with the number 3.

“looks like you’re my roomie for the week.” I playfully bumped into him.

“looks like it.” He smiled down at me, throwing his arm around me.

“well, my room is right next yours, so please, I don’t wanna hear you have sex.” Sammy laughed, along with everyone else. I was gonna say something like ‘we’re not’ or ‘it’s not like that’ but Jack spoke before I could.

“hey bud, I make no promises.” Which caused everyone to laugh.

We headed up to our room and it was beautiful. There was a king size bed in the middle of the room, along with a door leading to an outside balcony. There was a tv up on the wall across from the bed, and then two dressers, along with our own private bathroom.

“so, which side of the bed do you want?” G asked as I drug my bags into the room and threw them on the bed.

“uh, I guess I’ll take the right side, if that’s okay. It doesn’t really matter to me though.”

“no that’s fine. I prefer the left side anyway.”

“so what if I said I wanted the left side?” I asked, grabbing some clothes from one of my bags and putting it in a drawer.

“well, looks like I would have been joining you then.” He shot me a wink. He’s literally going to kill me this week I swear.

Jack and I joked around some more as we finished unpacking. When we were finally done it was like 9 at night. And having been so wrapped up in school for the past 3 months, I was exhausted.

“you coming down?” he asked, heading towards the door.

“I’m actually gonna shower and probably get into bed. It’s been a rough past few weeks.”

“alright, I’ll be up soon then I guess, just gonna go grab something to eat and chill with the guys for a bit.”

“okay.” I smiled, and he was gone. I got my shit to shower and quickly made my way into the bathroom. Removing my makeup and conditioning my hair as I shaved, I was out in 20 minutes. I threw on a pair of sweats and a white tank top.

I walked out into the room, crawled in on the right side and turned on the tv. Soon I fell asleep to the sound of Nick Cannon wild-n-out.


I woke up the next morning feeling really groggy. I reached up and rubbed my eyes before everything became clear. I stretched, and heard Jack groan next to me. I turned my head to see that Jack and I were spooning. When we realized our position, we quickly, and awkwardly, separated. I jumped out of the bed and Jack got up as well, clad in nothing but his boxers.

I couldn’t help but look at his chiseled chest, and then my eyes fell to the tent in his boxers. I felt myself rubbing my legs together, trying to get friction, just from looking at him.

“um, I’m sorry.” He said, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck, a nervous habit I’ve noticed he had.

“no it’s uh, it’s okay, you said the left side was yours.” I said, twiddling my thumbs, a nervous habit I had developed.

“no it’s alright. I’d never admit this in front of the guys, but I’m a hardcore cuddler.” He laughed.

“oh? So the boys don’t know?” I asked with a smirk on my face.

“yeah, and don’t you d-“ he started but he cut himself off as I went for the door, chasing after me. I ran out the door of our room and down the hall, but G was behind me by just a few steps.

I heard everyone downstairs, so I was running down the stairs, trying to make my way into the living room so I could tell everyone. I stopped in the living room and called out.

“guys you’ll nev-“ but I was cut off by Jack running and engulfing me in his arms and like tackling me to the floor, as gentle as a tackle could get. He had me pinned down, my hands above my head, as he straddled me basically. I was out of breath though, and laughing trying to tell the guys.

“guys” I laughed out, as Jack started to tickle me.

“don’t you dare” he smiled down at me.

“Jack’s a-“ but he cut me off, but placing his hand over my mouth.

By now, everyone had walked into the living room and was watching us.

“don’t.” he said sternly, looking at me. I nodded my head and Jack got off me and stood up, taking my hand and pulling me up. I smiled innocently and turned to look at everyone.

“Jack loves c-“ but I was cut off by Jack from behind me throwing his hand over my mouth and pulling me into him. Everyone was looking at us like we were crazy.

“what the hell is going on?” Sammy laughed.

“nothing. She was just gonna say Jack loves cookies. Ignore her.” He smiled. “We’ll be back down in a second.” He spoke again, before turning us and walking back to our room. When we got to the top of the stairs he let go of my mouth.

“JACK’S A HARDCORE CUDDLER!” I screamed, and I heard Jack groan as I ran towards the room we were sharing, as he chased after me. And then he tackled me onto our bed. I was laughing like crazy.

We stared at each other, as he hovered over me, holding my hands above my head again. His face was close, and I just really got lost in it. His eyes were glistening, shimmering actually, a nice brown/hazel color. They were mesmerizing. And then his jawline. I watched as it clenched in our close proximity. His jaw line literally gave me life. And then I looked at his lips. God they were perfect. And I wanted nothing more than to know how they would feel to be against mine.

Jack must have thought the same thing cause in a matter of seconds, his lips were on mine. I wanna say it was totally unexpected, but I’ve always wanted to feel his lips on mine, but the fact that it actually happened completely shocked me.

He pulled up and looked at me wide eyed, and I’m sure I mirrored his expression. He stood up and I quickly jumped up off the bed.

“(y/n)” he said, looking at me.

But I freaked. I just ran out the door and down the hall, down the stairs and then out the front door. I couldn’t deal with this right now. See, I’m the type of person who runs away from my problems. And I don’t do feelings very well. I’ll flirt like crazy, but then when something actually happens, like a fucking kiss, I freak out. And then I end up pushing the person away.

I started out walking along the edge of the lake. And then I sat out on the dock, thinking about everything. I mean, would Jack and I even be a bad thing? I mean, he’s nice, and he’s cute, and he’s funny, and he makes me laugh and smile, but like what if he ends up cheating or something. I don’t wanna lose all my friends if we break up or something. Maybe I’m just completely over thinking it all. Jack probably doesn’t even like me. It was probably a ‘in the moment’ thing.

So after 3 hours of sitting out on the dock and thinking about shit, I decided to head back. I could go back and talk to Em about it or something. But when I got up to the house, Emily was gone out with Nate.

I sighed and headed up to my room, only to find Jack on the bed, I sighed and went to turn around and leave.

“(y/n)” his voice was soft.

“Jack.” I sighed, reaching for the door handle to leave. I couldn’t do this.

“no (y/n) listen.” He said, grabbing my arm and pulling me back, flush to his chest.

“Jack let me go.” I said, annoyed, and started wiggling in his grip, but he just grabbed me tighter.

“Jack” I groaned, finally getting out of his grip with a huff and sitting on the bed.

“(y/n) I like you. A lot.”

“okay.” I said.

“is that all you have to say?”

“yeah, can I leave now?” I rolled my eyes.

I always got like this. I always would push the guys away after I got feelings and something happened that would make me more attached. It just always happened.

“no. You can’t tell me you don’t feel anything.” He sighed, defeated tone as he got on the bed next to me.

“Jack.” I said, fiddling with my thumbs.

“look at me and tell me honestly that you don’t feel something for me.”

I stayed silent, fiddling with my hands in my lap. Jack’s hand came and cupped my cheek, making me face him and actually look at him. His eyes sympathetic and hopeful.

“I-I can’t.” I sighed, closing my eyes.

“exactly!” he cheered.

“Jack, I can’t do this. I don’t wanna get hurt. I don’t want our friendship to get messed up. I don’t wanna lose you.” I whined.

“stop (y/n).” he said, gently stroking my cheek with his thumb before talking again. “stop overthinking this. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“you don’t kn-“ but I was cut off by his lips on mine. But instead of like the first time, I kissed him back. It wasn’t what I expected at all. It was so much better than what I thought it’d be.

I soon got lost in the moment, and moved so I was straddling his lap. His hands were down on my butt, and mine on his shoulders. I started grinding on him, which caused him to let out a low groan. Things were getting hot, no doubt.

I reached for the bottom of his shirt and started tugging on it.

“(y/n)” Jack breathed out, pulling back and looking at me.

“what?” I groaned.

“I don’t want just sex. I’m serious. I like you a lot.”

“Jack.” I groaned, rolling off him and plopping on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“no listen.” He kinda chuckled, throwing his arm around me and snuggling up with me. “I’d love nothing more than to fuck you senseless right here and right now. Trust me. I’ve thought about it hundreds of times, but I don’t want this to be just sex. I really do like you a lot. And I know you. You don’t do feelings well, but I’m not gonna let you push me away on this.”

“I do feelings” I whined. “I just don’t like when people are all up in my feelings, and asking about all my personal shit and making it a big deal.”

“then well see how this week goes for us, keep it lowkey? And when we get back I’ll officially take you out on our first real date.”

“fine.” I groaned, rolling my eyes and rolling off his lap, which caused Jack to whine. He pouted and looked at me and then pointed at his lips. I laughed and leaned over and pecked them lightly.

“we should probably get ready for dinner, Emily said she was gonna make something.” Jack said as he had me wrapped up in his arms.

“yeah, probably.” I sighed, getting up and shuffling through my drawers for an outfit. I felt Jacks hands slip around my waist.

“Jack.” I laughed “I have to figure out an outfit.”

“I know, I just like being able to finally hold you in my arms” and then he kissed me “and kiss you.”

“alright cheeseball, let me find an outfit.” I said, prying out of his arms.

I picked out a pair of jean shorts and then found a nice black tank top. I turned and saw Jack in just a tee shirt and a pair of jeans. Jack smiled at me and wrapped his arms around me in a big bear hug.

“can we take a picture?” he asked, kissing my forehead.


We took a few pictures and then went down to dinner. Sliding into our spots at the table, sitting next to one another, and Jack played footsie with me the whole night. I couldn’t help but smile sideways at him. He was being so dorky, it was adorable.


It’s been about 4 days at the lake, and we only have about 3 days left. It’s been really relaxing and so great to just spend time with all my friends. Jack and I have also gotten a lot closer, and a lot more like the couples I often see out on the street and out on dates. Ya know, the kind you see and you just wanna punch them for being so lovey.

It was currently like Thursday night, and we were out by the fire, drinking. Em and I were dancing around, already having a slight buzz. We were feeling good, and Jack looked so hot. So I couldn’t help but chug the rest of my drink and make my way over to Jack, who was sitting around the fire talking to Sammy.

I waltzed right over and sat on Jack’s lap, which took him completely by surprise, and Sammy too. I smiled at both of them and then snuggled into Jack, who wrapped his arms around me.

“what’s going on here?” he laughed, high clearly.

“uh-“ Jack started but I cut him off. I turned and placed my lips on his, and pulled back and giggled.

“I like Jack.” I smiled proudly.

Sammy laughed “Swazz, I told you they’d hook up before the trip was over.”

“hey, we haven’t hooked up.” I defended as Swazz joined our conversation.

“Please don’t, cause I’ll owe Sammy $100 if you two do.”

“how do we know you haven’t already?” Sammy asked.

“oh trust me, you’ll know.” Jack laughed, kissing my neck.

The night went on and soon it was 1 in the morning, and I wanted Jack. So Jack and I stumbled up into our room, giggling as he carried me over to the bed, his lips on mine, before stumbling and tripping, us crashing onto the bed.

I was on top of him, and he was laying back, his hands on my ass as we sloppily made out. He slid his hands up to my shirt and started tugging at it. I smiled into the kiss and sat up, peeling my shirt off, leaving me in just my bra and shorts. I had just threw my shirt to the floor when Jack grabbed my hips and flipped us, so we were not laying in the middle of the king size bed and he was over top of me.

It didn’t take long for all our clothes to be shed and he was eating me out. I was a moaning mess. My hands were in his hair, pulling on it, causing him to let out low groans, vibrating my core, which made my back arch and me moan out his name.

“god baby, you’re so hot.” He spoke, his voice raspy.

“Jack please.” I whined. I needed this.

Jack sat up and looked in my eyes and smiled before coming down and kissing my lips. I sighed into the kiss, completely happy with this, and then I felt him teasing me with his tip. I whined, bucking my hips up, begging for more.

“hold on.” He whispered, crawling off me, leaving me all hot and flustered. I watched as he dug around in his suitcase and pulled out a condom, smiling at me as he ripped it open and slid it on. I finally saw his size and I swear I came right there and then.

Jack crawled back on top of me and started kissing my neck as I felt his tip slowly slide in. Both of us moaned as he filled me up, and then when I had adjusted to his size he kissed my lips and started thrusting in and out. Slow at first, but then he picked up his pace. I was moaning and the sound of our skin slapping together started to fill the room.

Jack pulled out, which totally confused me, cause I knew he didn’t cum yet, so I looked at him and he smiled.

“ride me babygirl.”

And in a second I was hovering over him, slowly easing down onto him. We both let out a long moan as the feeling, and soon I was bouncing up and down on Jack. His hands found their way to my ass and then he held me up as he started to slam up into me, the sound of his balls slapping my ass filling the room along with my moans.

“oh god.” I moaned out, throwing my head back.

“fuck.” He groaned “you’re so hot babe, I’m almost there.” He grunted.

“Jack. I-I’m clo-“

“shh, I know baby. Just hold on for me okay?”

He pulled out again and repositioned so we were doggy-style. My face was in the pillows as Jack just slammed into me, causing me to scream out. His hands on my hips to rock them back and forth, to meet his thrusts. Both of us were moaning, the sound of our skin slapping together, and the sound of his dick sliding in and out of my wet folds filled the room, and the headboard slamming against the wall.

“fuck Jack.” I cried out as I came, no warning.

I was shaking as Jack rode out my high but also tried to reach his. A few thrusts later I felt him cum and he let out the hottest moan that I swear could have made me cum again. He rode out his high and then finally pulled out, removing the condom, and getting up to dispose of it in the bathroom. He walked back out and jumped into bed, pulling me into his chest.

“that was great.”

“yeah.” I panted, feeling super tired.

“sweet dreams babygirl.”


I woke up the next morning and remembered everything about last night. It was great, but I really did wanna try to wait for that with Jack. But it happened, and I don’t regret it. It was great. I heard Jack groan next to me and I smiled as he pulled me in tighter to him.

“Jack.” I giggled as he started to kiss my bare shoulders.

“babe.” His morning voice, good god.


“I wasn’t really expecting that but I mean, if you’re offering.” He started, and then let go of me and laid straight on his back. I turned and looked at him and saw him adjusting himself down there and I laughed.

“I didn’t mean that idiot. I meant like pancakes and waffles breakfast.” I giggled, laying on his chest and kissing his lips.

“oh right, let’s go.”

We got dressed, which took a little longer than expected because someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself. When we finally made it downstairs, I walked a little slower than Jack of course, who couldn’t help but laugh at me.

We finally sat down and started breakfast and it was…awkward. Something was up. Conversations seemed forced and I was worried something was wrong.

But Sammy finally cleared it all up.

“my one fucking rule guys. I didn’t wanna hear you.” And he looked straight at us. Jack sported a proud grin and I blushed so hard I had to look down at my lap as everyone erupted into laughter.

I love my idiot friends.

BTS Reaction to You Not Minding That There Are Girls in The Highlight Reels

note // they’re nervous about how you would feel

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

jungkook ; kookie didn’t tell you that there were girls in the highlight reel because he was afraid of how you would take it so he decided to let you watch it for yourself when it released. so when it was finally out,, he sat you down and went to the youtube app, and to the video. as the video started, kookie leaned back and kept his eyes on you to see how you would react. once you saw jin’s part, your lips stretched into a smile (which relieved him) and it stayed like that throughout the whole video. “they’re pretty. i liked it” ,,as soon as kookie heard your comment, he let out a relieved sigh. “damn i thought you wouldn’t like it.” “why? you thought i’d be jealous that a girl held your hand for like five seconds or something? you holding hands with an actress doesn’t even come close to what we do so i’m chilling.” (c gif) “well shit, you’re right.”

Originally posted by 4cyphers

taehyung ; “is this what you were talking about?” you asked tae once you received a notification from bighit’s channel. tae had told you a couple hours back that something would be released and to not watch it until he was right beside you. he nodded and told you to watch it. you couldn’t tell but he was running his finger across his chin, with that nervous/blank facial expression that he always did. once you got to tae’s part of the video, you turned to him (you knew that he was waiting for you to say something). “she’s pretty.“ tae tried hiding his smile but failed which only made you laugh. “why were you acting all nervous? you didn’t even touch her. plus you’re with me, not her…unless you’re seeing her behind my back?” you raised an eyebrow at him. “of course not!”

Originally posted by bwipsul

jimin ; you and jimin were in your room laid up when you got a notification. since you were halfway asleep, you didn’t even notice so jimin went to the video himself. “y/n, the video is out.” he softly spoke as he shook you until you opened your eyes. “really? now?’ you asked, yawning. he held up your phone and nodded. *skip ahead, the video is over* "well for one, i have to tell hobi that he did great. two, you did great, and three what’s the girl’s number? she’s fine as hell hot.” (c gif) jimin’s body loosened up (because he was relieved that you weren’t jealous) as he laughed at you. “chill out!”

Originally posted by rapnamu

namjoon ; the video was finally out. namjoon’s nerves were high. and you were clueless about why he was acting the way that he had been acting all day. every time you asked him if he was okay, he’d just give you a smile and say, “i’m good.” but you still felt like there was something wrong. when namjoon was finally sitting down and on his phone, you took that time to try to dig deeper. you took his phone from him and sat in his lap. before you could ask him any questions, you noticed a video playing on the device. since it was the boys, you started it over and watched. *while wondering why tf nj didn’t do anything when you took his phone and sat in his thick lap* when the video ended, you gave the phone back to him. “i’m a little confused about everything, but the girls were beautiful and everyone’s acting was good. hell, i don’t blame you for stalking the girl, she’s a good look.” you said which made namjoon roll his eyes. “why are you like this?”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

hoseok ; hoseok wasn’t too nervous (BuT hE StiLl WaS) because he trusted that you wouldn’t get jealous of a video. so when it was released, he called you in his studio and let you watch it. “oh there’s girls..” you said, more to yourself than to hoseok (which highkey made him a little more nervous than he already was). when it got to his part, he looked away from the screen and at you. he was eager to hear what you had to say since the only thing that you said (WitH No EmoTioNS) throughout the whole video was “oh there’s girls.." ,,,so when you saw him dancing and the video was over, you clapped your hands and smiled at him. "thank you for making me realize how gay i really am.” “what!?” hoseok asked, looking lost af but happyily laughing since you liked the video.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

yoongi ; you and yoongi were literally knocked out in bed (tired from something that happened earlier) so he had to set an alarm for the release. it had to repeat about three times before you woke up and stopped it. “yoongi..” you repeatedly said, poking him until he woke up. “it’s out.” you told him, while he sat up on his elbows and waited for you to open the video. when it got to yoongi’s part, you smirked. everything in the apartment reminded you of yours. yoongi had basically turned your home into a place that he could go to and play music, drink coffee and write music. “she’s so fucking beautiful. how can i thank her for taking that lighter from you though?” you said/asked, under your breath,, not even realizing that you had paused the video and been staring at her for almost half a minute. “ah see i knew you’d like it”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

jin ; you were sitting across from jin, watching him while he looked for something to wear when you received a noni. jin had been talking about the highlight reels for days now, he had already told you that there would be girls in the video and to not be jealous (in a joking way). as you watched the video, you did feel a little weird about it because it was their first time (having girls in their videos) in a long time,, but you were happy that they had did something fresh. “i liked it a lot. i’m so proud of you. with those acting skills you need to audition for movies and dramas.” you went over to him and kissed him wherever the hell you kissed him “thank you bay…bee (he basically said baby,, slowly)” he was the happiest guy in the world thanks to yee gas.

Work Harder #3


 Here you go <3 

Season Three came out today so I’ve decided to gift you this in celebration <3 Although it won’t be the same as the celebration on Oki… Some of us know how that went <3

Also, I’m listening to Daddy by PSY and I’m having trouble writing this.

and now This boy is a bottom…

save me

 Okay, now I’m listening to depressing things. Let’s get started. 


Work Harder has been planned to have at least 7 parts, each with a different theme. There might be more for the purpose of (I just got deja vu writing that) development.

Happy Reading <3


“Begin training level 18,” Lance spoke out. He prepared himself. The gladiator dropped from the ceiling and onto the floor. Lance shot at the robot, dodging as needed. The gladiator hit Lance with the end of his stick causing Lance to fall back. 

“End training sequence.”

Lance attempted to get up only to fall back in exhaustion. He placed both hands on the ground was finally able to sit up. It took far too much effort just to stand up. He got in four steps before having to grab onto the wall for support. Everything hurt; his legs felt numb, his arms were bruised and heavy and his chest felt as if a car ran over him. 

He limped into his bedroom, stripping down and climbing into the shower so he could wash off the blood and sweat from his body. He fell over twice trying to get the shampoo but luckily didn’t further injure himself.

Once out he dressed in his sleeping gowns that the castle provided and nestled into his bed ready for sleep. 

Though he wasn't prepared for the noise.

Alarms blared loudly and Allura could be heard through the microphones. 

Lance groaned in both annoyance and pain.

He lifted his legs off the bed. The shower had lessened the pain to the point where he could walk again but there was a slight limp on his right from where the robot hit it with its rod. 

He pulled on a white shirt different from his usual attire since he wasn’t able to put last nights clothing into a washing machine. He did, however, keep his jacket to cover the multiple bruises littering his body.

Lance walked into the bridge, everyone staring at him with blank faces. 

Lance cocked his head, “What?”

Allura shook her head, “You’re 10 minutes late.” She walked past the others, “Why?”

Lance looked up through his eyelashes, “Last night I was-”

“Nevermind,” she cut him off, “You’re never on time.”

Lance felt his stomach drop.

I’m sorry.

That was all he wanted to say but he couldn’t get it out.

“I was just-”

“Coran, can you hand me that panel right there?” Allura called out. 

Lance looked down. His headache was coming back and his exhaustion didn’t help.

“Lance, let’s go,” Keith spoke out to him. While Lance was staring off into the distance the other paladins had decided to go to the training room. 

“Oh, uh yeah.”

“Lance, to your left!” Shiro called out. 

Lance dodged and swung his Bayard around to shoot at the robot. Having dead arms, he ended up doing a full circle because he didn’t have the strength to stop himself. 

The gladiator’s strike that was meant for the Cuban male ended up hitting Keith in the back. It shoved Keith into Shiro, causing both to fall into Lance. 

“Lance, what the actual hell was that shit?” Pidge asked from her spot on the floor. 

“Pidge, language,” Shiro groaned. 

“I’m sorry. Lance, what the actual heck was that shit?”

Shiro groaned once more in response. 

“I’m sorry. My mind isn’t in the right place today. Just a bit distracted,” Lance explained. He climbed out from under the other two.

Hunk frowned, “Did you sleep fine?” He put a hand on Lance’s shoulder, “You seemed pretty spooked last night.”

Lance smiled, “Fine, really! Got a good 8 hours!”

Hunk smiled.

“Maybe you could use those eight hours to train more,” Keith grumbled.

Shiro pushed Keith off of him and stood up. “Lance, are you sure you’re good?”

Lance smiled, “Yeah. Let’s just try again?”

Shiro nodded. 

“Start training level 8.” 

Lance shook his head to clear out his thoughts. He took a stance. 

The gladiator dropped down in front of him. It went straight towards him, ignoring the rest. It was as if it was on some auto lock system. 

Lance aimed at the robot, his knee on the ground to keep him steady. He tried to align the robot and the gun but the robot kept jumping into the air. If Lance wasn’t as exhausted he felt he would’ve been able to hit his target.

But then again. He was hurt, tired, and his headache hadn’t gone away.

He pulled the trigger when the gladiator was only a few feet away. It moved out of the way,

hitting Pidge in the stomach.

“End training sequence!” someone shouted. Lance couldn’t see straight. He has shot his team mate.

He hit Pidge.

“I-” Lance tried to say.

“What the hell, Lance?” Keith screamed. He ran over to Pidge who was unconscious. 

“Hunk, go get Coran and tell him to get a pod ready!” Shiro ordered. 

Lance shook his head. 

“Shiro, I-”

“Lance, you’re not helping,” he snapped. Shiro kept his hands on Pidge’s neck, making sure that she still had a pulse.

Keith was furious. “You did this on purpose didn’t you?”

Lance stepped back, “What? No! I-”

“I don’t need a half assed excuse!” He screamed. 

“But I-” Lance tried desperately to speak.

Shiro shook his head, “Lance, I understand that what Pidge said hurt you but this is too far.”

“It wasn’t that! I’m just-”

SHUT UP!” Shiro shouted loudly. Lance couldn’t breathe. Keith was frozen in shock.

“Just-” Shiro took a deep breath, “Go away, Lance.”

Lance looked down. He felt Keith glaring into his back as he turned to walk out. 

Phone Fiasco

Pairing: David x Reader
Word count: 973
Warnings: Swearing? Is it considered a warning because this is Camp Camp… 
Sum: Max took a picture of you sleeping and it all goes downhill.
A/N: Couldn’t help myself! David is too cute and we need more x Readers~

 “Shit, Nikki, I thought you said flash was off?”


 You rolled over, slowly stirring awake because of the noise.

 “Guys…” Neil’s voice was the one to actually get you moving. What were they doing in your cabin? Wasn’t too early for a kid’s mental break down?

 "Wha—what’s going on?”  You yawn, sitting up in bed.

 While you rubbed away your drool, Max, Nikki, and Neil panicked because holy shit you were waking up.

 "Crap, they’re up! Scram!“ The trio scrambled to leave your cabin, nearly dropping the phone in the process. However, Max did manage to take one last picture before their counselor realized what was happening.

 The second you heard the flash you threw off your sheets to go after the little trouble makers. Unfortunately your legs weren’t awake yet so the morning bid you a final fuck you. You rolled out of the bed and fell flat on your face, which rewarded you a nice nosebleed.

 "Max you little shit biscuit, get back here this instant!” You growled, eyes shining with a lust for murder.

 So you bolted out your cabin a mess, nearly buck naked, and with a bloody nose. What a great way to start off the day. Smell the fucking roses.

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Decisions - part 3 of It’s Over


It’s not easy. Love is not easy. No one said it was going to be easy. No one ever said marriage was going to be easy. There was going to complications down the road. Y/N knew that. But what she didn’t know how complicated it was going to be since her husband cheated on her. Because, never did she think her husband was going to cheat on her in the first place. 

And here she was, coped up in her apartment with her knees against her chest as she sits on her couch in wonder with the television playing in the background She wonders what she wants. What she truly wants. Her mind and her heart speak two different things. She didn’t know which one to listen to. 

The vital organ in her chest aches from the heart break she’s had to face yet it still feels the same unconditional love for Harry just like she’s had all these years they’ve been together. As much as she wants to hate him, she can’t. But her mind speaks that leaving Harry, divorcing him so he could leave her alone for good is the right thing to do. It’s the logical thing to do. He brought her all this pain when she did nothing to him. He broke her heart for his own selfish reasons and he did not deserve a second chance from her or any of her compassion.

She just didn’t know what to think. She doesn’t know what she feels. What she did know is that she wanted to feel hate for Harry. She wanted to hate Harry ever since she found out he was no longer hers; that he gave himself to someone else when he was only suppose to be give himself to her like he promised. But she couldn’t Harry as much as she tries to. Because he’s the man who owns her heart. He’s the man who she loves unconditionally. It’s irrevocable. 

Y/N hasn’t heard from Harry since the night he got drunk. Well he did text her to thank her for bringing him home but after that, no words were exchanged. Harry no longer calls her or texts her. She wonders why. She wonders what he’s been up to. She wants to know why he no longer floods her phone with calls and messages. Deep down, she felt disappointed that he no longer calls. She thought he’d continue fighting for her. But she is the one who left him. And she left him for a good reason so why should she care?

He doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t deserve a second chance. Not when he cheated on her. Not when he took off his wedding ring. Not when he let another woman mark his skin. But why is she thinking about canceling the divorce? Why is she giving herself time to heal? It’s not like she’s going to run back to Harry anytime soon. Not after all the shit he’s done. Not when it practically felt like he shoved his hands right in her chest and squeezed all the blood out from her heart. 

It was wrong.

But being so blindingly in love with someone is what makes them rethink everything. It’s what makes them give their other half a second chance. And maybe that’s why instead of getting a divorce, Y/N thinks it’d be better off to stay separated for now as husband and wife. 

Maybe that’s why Y/N picks up the phone and decides to call Harry. Just to hear his voice. Just to hear him; to see if he’s okay and if he’s still drinking because the last time she went to their house, she could’ve sworn he was becoming an alcoholic. 

The phone rings agonizingly slow as she waits for his deep voice to sound through the phone. Y/N was so close to hanging up after the sixth ring but before she could, she hears the other line pick up. 

“Y/N,” his raspy voice croaks through the phone. 

Y/N feels the lump in her throat form, her eyes shutting and she sucks in a sharp breath because she didn’t know what to say. How could she tell him? She couldn’t just spit out ‘hey, I’m no longer going to divorce you but that still doesn’t mean we could be together right now’. Well she could straight up say that but she wasn’t going to. 

“Hi…” She trails off.

“Uh…I–Hi?” He says in a surprised tone. He didn’t think she was ever going to call him again. He had been the one calling her ever since she left, leaving endless amounts of texts. Seeing her call him out of nowhere around this time made him anxious and worried. 

“How are you?” She asks him honestly, wondering if he was okay. What she really wanted to know was if he was still drinking. He wasn’t slurring his words so that was a good sign. 

Harry clears his throat, “’m fine, pet.” Y/N’s heart clenches at the term of endearment but she doesn’t say anything and Harry doesn’t either. “H-How are you?” He stutters out nervously. 

“I’m okay,” She lies, not knowing if she really was. It was getting difficult for her to talk to him; to breath. The man who once gave her breath and air is now making it more difficult for her. 

“S’everything okay?” He wonders, not knowing why she would call him when he thought she hated him. 

“I…I was just–have you signed the divorce papers yet?” She asks him, nervous for his answer. 

Harry sucks in a sharp breathe, his eyes stinging with salt water, “I mean,” he clears his throat, “No, not yet. But I think ‘f it’s really wha’ you want then I guess I could–”

“Don’t.” She stops him, making his eyes go wide in surprise. He thought she called him so he could hurry up with the divorce papers since he hasn’t them yet. 

“W-Wha’ do yeh mean? S’not wha’ you want?”

A hefty sigh blows past Y/N’s lips, “I don’t know what I want, Harry. I want to hate you but I-I can’t. I can’t hate you. But I can’t just go back to you either because what you did…I can’t even…I can’t even think about it without feeling this deep pain in my chest–I feel sick.” Harry’s eyes shut as he listens to her words, the tears already streaming down his face. “But I’ve been thinking about this divorce and I just don’t know if it’s what I actually want. I think for now…maybe we could just stay separated. Maybe j-just…maybe we give each other some time. I need time to heal.”

Harry’s heart races, the corners of his mouth lifting up just an inch, “Love, yeh have…yeh have no idea how–” He shakes his head in frustration with himself, “Look, you could take all the time yeh need. All the time. ‘m gonna wait fo’ yeh. Know tha’ I don’t deserve this, yeh’re just too good fo’ me an’ I-I blew it and–”

Y/N interrupts his ramble, a small chuckle leaving her lips, “Harry, slow down,” she hears him exhale, “I think that with this separation, maybe we shouldn’t talk. We need time to ourselves, Harry. It’s not easy for me and I shouldn’t even…I shouldn’t even be thinking about this but I can’t help it when I…” She couldn’t say that words. She wasn’t going to. Not yet. If she ever would. “I don’t want a divorce yet but I don’t know if I even want to be with you. I don’t know if I could trust you ever again.”

Harry feels his heart crack but he quickly recovers, clearing his throat, “’f tha’s wha’ yeh want then okay.” He complies. He was going to wait for her. He was going to wait for her final decision. If she needs time, he was going to give her time. If she didn’t want to talk then he wasn’t going to call her if it was going to help with her decision. 

Harry knows he shouldn’t let his hopes up. Just because she couldn’t come to a decision now, who knows that maybe with their separation and god knows how long they won’t talk, will this effect her decision drastically. What if she falls out of love him? What if she does want to divorce him after all? What if she meets someone else?

His endless pessimistic thoughts get interrupted by the sound of Y/N’s voice calling out his name through the phone and he forgot he was even on the phone with her. 


“Oh yeah, sorry,” he apologizes. 

“So it’s okay then? We’re not…we’re not gonna talk then. Not until I-I figure out w-what I want.” 

“Mhm,” he agrees, nodding his head even though she couldn’t see him. “’ll give yeh all the time yeh need. Won’t call yeh anymo’,” He promises but he couldn’t imagine not being able to hear her voice. Not being able to see her. But he has to just for the sake of her. After all, he did deserve this. He’s the one who got them here in the first place. He has to face the consequences. 

“Okay,” She breathes out a sigh of relief, wiping a small tear that left her eye. “Okay.” She repeats to herself. 

“Can I just…can I just say one thing?” Harry asks her timidly.

Y/N feels her heart race in her chest, swallowing thickly, she says, “Sure.”

“I love you. I love you so much and I’m so sorry,” He says hoarsely, the tears dribbling down his chin. 

Y/N feels her heart ache in chest at his words because she couldn’t answer him. The words were lodged in her throat but she couldn’t say it back. The only thing she was able to say was, “I know, Harry. I know.

And Harry felt his chest ache because she didn’t say it back.

But after all, he was the reason why. 

It’s been a four months since Y/N called Harry about wanting time and distance. Harry did exactly what she asked. He hasn’t called her nor showed up at her doorstep unexpectedly drunk or crying. Y/N would still ask her through Harry’s friends or sister if he was okay. If he was still drinking because she was still worried. But she was relieved to hear that he hasn’t drank since the night she picked him up from the club, drunk out of his mind. It’s been four months since she last heard his voice or saw him. Y/N felt okay. She felt at ease. 

She no longer wanted to fall apart. She didn’t let herself. She was determined to pick things up. She made a goal to bring a piece of her back. One that she wasn’t going to let anyone ever have. Because she wanted to be strong and she wasn’t going to let this separation kill her. It still hurt that couldn’t talk to him. She still felt lonely when she’d wake up to an empty bedside. But she was okay. Maybe more than okay. Her smiles are more genuine and real. She no longer felt like she had to fake a smile. Everything felt good. 

She hasn’t heard from Harry in months. She hasn’t even seen him on the media lately. Not a single picture sometimes she contemplates whether or not she should call him to ask how he’s doing. They were still married. Y/N hasn’t called Harry yet to tell him that she was going to divorce him because she hasn’t made the decision yet. 

The thing is, she forgave Harry. She hasn’t told him that she has forgiven him and she didn’t know if she was going to anytime soon. She just doesn’t trust him anymore. He’s her husband and she loves him but she doesn’t trust him because he physically gave himself to another woman. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she’s worried that if she ever had to face this problem again, she was going to make it. She’d be torn apart for good and she doesn’t think she’d ever recover from it for giving herself to him again. 

It amazes her that after all this time, she still loves Harry. She hasn’t lost her feelings. She still thinks about him. There’s always a reminder of him but it no longer hurts her. It only makes her smile and reminiscent their memories. 

She just didn’t know how long Harry could wait. He said he would wait for her but did he really mean it? Does he still love her? Does he still think about her? 

She doesn’t know and she’s afraid to find out

It was around three in the afternoon and Y/N hears a knock on the door. She’s greeted with a polite smile from her mailman who holds a bunch of letters in his hand. She quickly thanks him before shutting the door. 

Shuffling through her mail, she throws the ones she didn’t important onto the coffee table. However, she feels her heart race in her chest when she sees a a large yellow colored envelope, familiar cursive writing written in black ink. Harry’s handwriting. She could recognize it anywhere. 

Y/N stares at the large envelope, wondering what’s inside due to it’s slightly heavy weight. Maybe he could no longer wait for her. Maybe he wrote it in a letter that he could no longer wait; that’s found someone else. Her chest aches at the thought of Harry meeting another woman but for a different reason this time. Technically they’re still married but still separated because Y/N hasn’t decided yet. So maybe it was heavy because this time Harry has sent divorce papers.

She tries to get rid of her negative thoughts, sitting down on her couch. She tears open the envelope and a CD falls to the ground, catching her by surprise. She looks into the envelope to see a paper as well. She pulls it out and looks at it in wonder. What was this CD? The only thing that was written on it was HARRY STYLES in black marker across the disc. She decides to read the letter first instead, seeing that it might clarify what the CD was. 

Her hands tremble as she held the paper, eyes scanning the entirety before she decided to read it even though she was afraid of what might be written. 

Dear Y/N…

I don’t know where to start with this. To say that I was a total idiot would be an understatement. God, I just wish I could go back and pinpoint the time where I thought it’d be okay to hurt you. Till this day you probably wonder, ‘why? why did Harry do it? What did I do?’ but it wasn’t you, Y/N. It was me. It was me being selfish. I was the one who ruined everything. You did nothing at all.

I was drunk. I cheated on you the first time when I was drunk out of mine. But there is no vindication for the other times that I did. My love, I’m so sorry. I look at myself in the mirror and wonder what I’ve done. I ask myself everyday why I did it. Why did I ruin us?

If I could go back in time and change it all, I would do it in a heartbeat.

I understand why you finally broke, why you left. I didn’t even realize you were giving me a chance. All those times you decided to stay even after you found out because you were giving me a chance. But I blew it. The moment I saw you in the kitchen without your wedding ring on, that’s when I knew that you knew. I saw your bare ring finger every night when I came home when you were already asleep so I didn’t think too much about it. But the moment it all came crashing down, I felt this deep sorrow and regret. Why didn’t I feel it before? I don’t know. 

It’s been hell without you. Staying in the home we’ve picked out together all alone has been hell. I can’t even lay in our bed without reminiscing all the times we’ve laid together after making love or just cuddling. When we’ve talked about kids and growing old together. We’ve talked about have four kids; two girls and two boys. Getting them a dog to play with. I’ve fucked it all up because I was being selfish. And who knows if that will ever happen now. 

You held on until you just couldn’t anymore. I would do anything just to change what I’ve done but I fucked it all up with my stupidity. I took you for granted because you’re my wife and I thought you wouldn’t doubt me. I lost the best thing that ever happened to me. I lost the only one whose made me the most happiest I’ve been and the only one I want to be with.

I can no longer look at another woman. It’s always going to be you. I can’t even describe it. You’re the only woman I ever want to be with! You’re my home, you’re the one who could only cure a bad day. You’re the safest place I could run to.You’re the only one I could talk to. You matter to me so much. I’ll only ever love you and please don’t ever doubt that. Don’t ever doubt that I didn’t love you because I did. And I still do. I need you. I love you so much and I’m so sorry. 

I don’t blame you for wanting to distance. I don’t blame you if you hate me. I haven’t heard your voice in four months and it kills me. I’m staring at picture of you that I have as my wallpaper. It’s the one where we decided to bake that lemon cake you wanted to try on pinterest and there’s flour on your face with your nose scrunched up adorably when you were laughing because we forgot to add sugar and it turned out horrible. But I thought it was the perfect moment to capture. 

Memories like these make my heart ache because it may never happen again, all because I fucked it up. 

Now you’re probably wondering what the CD is. A bit narcissistic to have my name on it and I can imagine you pointing that out if we were together at the moment and I’d roll my eyes at you

I’ve been in Jamaica for a while now. Ever since our phone conversation, I knew I couldn’t let myself fall apart. I had to get better for you, for us, for me. So I went to Jamaica and I’ve been working on my solo album. You’re always on my mind. I always think about how you are and what you’ve been up to. It’s like a part of me is missing. This CD is my finished album. Ten songs. There are ten songs I’ve written in here. I want you to listen to the lyrics closely. You’re the first person I wanted to show. I’m pretty proud of this album. I’ve worked quite hard on it. So listen to it when you get the chance, please. 

One more thing. No matter what you decide for us, I’m always going to love you with everything I am. Always. I love you so fucking much and I miss you. 

Yours Forever, H. 

By the time Y/N was finished reading the letter, she was left speechless with the tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She felt like the vital organ in her chest was going to burst from so many emotions she was feeling overwhelmed with. She looks down at the disk. Her throat felt constricted and her stomach was fluttering. 

She decides to listen to it. 

A week later

Y/N walks into the a cafe on Monday afternoon with a book in hand. The smell coffee beans and fresh baked bread fills her nostrils as she inhales the air around her. She decides to order her regular coffee and waits on the side. As she grabs her coffee with a thank you, she turns around to find a place to sit but bumps into a large body, causing her to drop her book. 

“Sorry,” The person who she bumped into and her speak simultaneously.

Her eyes go wide at the hand that holds her book. A cross tattoo is inked into the the skin between the thumb and forefinger on the left hand that is clad with rings. 

She lifts her head up, her eyes immediately meeting pale green ones that look at her in shock. 

“Harry,” She mumbles in surprise.

He looked so healthy. His chocolate locks were cute short, displaying the his cute little ears. His eyes no longer had dark circles underneath them like the last time she saw them. He wears his usual patterned shirt along with the multiple rings adorning his fingers. 

“Y/N,” He looks at her stunned. 

A smile pulls at her lips, one that she wasn’t going to hold back this time. Harry notices the smile on her lips and gives her a large grin of his own in happiness. 

“Hi…” He greets nervously. 

“Hi…” She chuckles, the tears building up in her eyes. 

And even though they both still have a lot to talk about, she knew what she wanted to do.

okay homies, i finally finished! THIS WAS THE END! i’m sorry if you don’t like it. I just didn’t know how else to end it. at one point i was like, i should just make them divorced but at the same time i was like nah. so you can imagine how the ending goes. i didn’t exactly write out what decision she made so it’s your choice. pls give me feedback. i wanna know how i did with this. xx M 

this part is unedited. excuse all typos.

Originally posted by jiminspraisekink



Hi guys! It’s been a year since I updated this fic T_T Everyone asked for a pt.3 , but I wrote over 14k words and I still wasn’t done, so I decided to split it and make a pt.3 and pt.4. I hope you enjoy! Part 4 should be released soon as well, and it will be rated.

Genre: romance/fluff/Semi-Smut
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 6953 words
Summary: This the follow up of what happens after you and Jungkook gather up with your friends to play truth or dare and it gets a little dirty.   

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It was just another regular day for Jungkook, your normal college student who was strolling alongside other students. He was casually walking through campus, kicking the ground with his Puma shoes as he scrolled through his twitter notifications. Twelve notifications and ten of them were from Hoseok alone.

What the f*ck is going on this time? Has he gotten married or something? Who sends ten messages in a row when no one answers back? Hoseok hyung is such a drama queen, Jungkook scrolled through the messages Hoseok sent him

(10) New messages from Hoe-suck

(1) Did you fuck?

(2) Did you got laid?

(3) Where did she touched you first?

(4) Did she knew about your Spanish Kink?

(5) Don’t tell me y’all slept it off?

(6) Oh no, you didn’t send her back home did you?

(7) You definitely sent her back if you’re not responding to me


(9) Reply, you fetus!!!

Oh lord, he really needs to chill, Jungkook sighed before he finally noticed the tenth message

(10) Screw it, I’m messaging Y/N and asking her.

F*ck NO. YOU’RE NOT MESSAGING HER! His jaw suddenly dropped as he dialed hoseok’s number as fast as he could

All he got was Hoseok’s automatic voice message:

“You have reached the message box of your hoe for some hope, please send in a message after the beep or else I might sleep off and never reply to you, because I don’t take calls unless they’re from my usual booty calls. Have a nice day too.”

“Hoe for some hope?” Jungkook chuckled heartlessly “More like, HOE that ruins your life and runs off afterwards. What hope is he even referring to? ” he sighed “What the heck was he thinking when he recorded that?” he finally chose to text him back “Hold the fuck back Hoe Suck, No one is talking to Y/N about what happened last night” Jungkook typed his message in a fury

It wasn’t long before a new notification popped up on Jungkook’s phone

(2)    New Messages from Baby Girl

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I’ve Known You All My Life (Part Four)

Sam Holland x Reader

Words: 3,328 (Ooooooh, boy…)

I just want to say that I’m grateful to everyone for supporting this series (it’s a series now! omg). Your comments and messages and likes and reblogs seriously, seriously mean so fucking much to me, it all inspires me to keep going. I can’t accurately put it all into words so thank you all so much. Part Four is finally here and I hope I’ve done a good job and I hope you all like it! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, SORRY!

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It’s been three weeks, three long weeks since that fateful day in the Holland household. Three weeks since you’ve set foot inside the familiar halls, three weeks since you’ve sat on their cozy, beat-up couch, three weeks since you’ve kicked Paddy’s ass at his video games (he was thirteen, you didn’t have to let him win anymore like when he was younger), three weeks since you’ve laughed at Dom’s jokes, three weeks since you’ve eaten dinner with your favourite family apart from your own.

Three fucking painful weeks since Sam basically evicted you from his life.

Three weeks since the last time you felt like yourself.

Harry visited you daily since then, making sure you were eating, maintaining your well-being, and all that jazz. It wasn’t any better back at his house either. The hostility that hung precariously in the air was almost choking him, as well as everybody else, even Tessa could feel it.

The Holland twins, who used to love being in each other’s company, were no longer on speaking terms. It was too much for Harry to even be in the same room as his twin brother ever since you ran out the door that day. He was never going to forget the way you sobbed uncontrollably in his arms once your legs finally gave out from how hard you ran just to get away.

Sam had caused that, he was the one who inflicted that much pain on you. Harry wasn’t chummy with the idea of forgetting that any time soon.

“Y/N! I’m here and I’ve got food!” Harry yelled as he opened your front door. He needed to remind you to keep it locked from now on.

The house was relatively quiet as he made his way to your bedroom, Harry knew without a doubt that you haven’t even left your bed yet, and it was well into the afternoon. He rapped on your door twice and opened it. The cool temperature of your room hugged his body as he closed the door and made his way to you.

His suspicions were indeed correct. You were still cocooned in your blankets, eyes damp from the crying you’ve been doing in your sleep. Harry gazed at your serene face, those were the only times he could see you resemble your usual self. Most of the time you were just crying, and most of the time, he was there to catch your tears as they fell.

Setting your lunch down on your study desk, he went over to your bed and lay next to you. You turned to face him, still asleep, and wrapped your arms tightly around his torso.

“Sammy boy..” you mumbled as you slept, just loud enough for him to hear

Harry felt his breath hitch in his throat but he recovered quickly. He wrapped his arms around you and hoped what he thought wasn’t right.

By the time you woke up, the sun had already begun to set, its light bathing the sky in cerulean blues, baby pinks, and gentle lilacs. You wiped the sleep from your eyes and just gazed at it through your window, you desperately wanted to remember how hopeful the sky made you feel.

“G’mornin’, Sleeping Beauty.” Harry greeted you. He was now sat on the floor, one of your old yearbooks in his hands. A small smile managed to materialise on your lips when you saw him, you loved how he took up the sole initiative to take care of you, an initiative you yourself had already given up on.

“Hi.” your voice was still thick with sleep

“Eat.” he pointed at the tupperware sat on your desk

You nodded obediently, rising out of bed, still wrapped in your blankets. You sat on your desk chair.

“I miss your mum.” you stated as you opened the tupperware lid to reveal your favourite meal. Nikki was the best, hands down.

“She misses you too, believe me. She’s always asking me ‘How’s Y/N?’ and ‘When is she coming over again? Hasn’t it been long enough?’” Harry told you as he watched you eat, making sure you ate it all

“Hasn’t it been long enough?”

“Uh,” he scratched the back of his neck uneasily. “I..I’m not sure?”

“How’s Sam?”

The question you’ve been trying your hardest not to think about, for weeks, finally made its way out of your mouth. Did you actually want to know though?  What if he was so much happier now that you were out of the picture? Were you really ready to face that reality?

“Pretty shit.” Harry answered honestly, he tried to ignore the hopeful look that just crossed your face

“He usually just stays up in his room. Only comes down to eat and when Paddy is able to drag him out. He, uh, doesn’t play the piano anymore.”

Harry knew how much you loved it when Sam played, so he didn’t know why that little tidbit of information slipped out. He immediately wanted to kick himself as he watched your face fall, he had to bounce back, and fast.

“Hey, why don’t we head to the park? Have a lie down with nature?” he wagged his eyebrows up and down in an attempt to make you laugh, or smile, or just anything positive

Luckily for him, you nodded, placing the now empty tupperware upon your desk.

The sky was still painted in brilliance as you two reached the park. Harry laid out the blanket and you lay down immediately, letting the heavens completely fill your eyes.

“There’s nothing more beautiful than this.” you sighed contentedly, allowing the calm to take over your senses

“Oh shut up, Y/N,” he pointed his camera lens at you and clicked away. “You can’t say that when I’m looking right at you, you idiot.”

A rather elegant snort left your lips. “Fucking hell, Harry. That’s what you’re going for? No longing gazes and heartfelt poetry about how my eyes remind you of the night sky?”

“Eh, not really my style.” he replied, looking over the photos he just took of you

You snatched the camera from his hands and shut it off, placing it aside carefully. Harry was so fussy about his camera, it was fun to mess with him about it.

“Oi, Y/N. If anything happens to my camera, I will not hesitate to hurt you.” he threatened. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he would follow through with his threat but he wouldn’t hurt you hurt you. Harry could never.

“Harry Robert, I think you should stop looking at life through your camera lens and start looking at it through your own eyes.”

He really wanted to take more pictures of you, it was the perfect setting and the lighting was just about to get more dramatic but the wistful tone in your voice and the dreamy look on your face coerced him to lie next to you.

“Can I at least take a picture of the sky?”

You obliged. “Just one shot.”

“I better make it good then.” Harry focused his lens on you just as you closed your eyes. He captured you in your tranquil state against the gorgeous backdrop.

Once he was satisfied, he handed his camera back to you, reminding you to handle it with care.

You two watched in silence as twilight began its graceful descent upon the sky, this was the best you’ve felt in a long time and you wished this moment would never end. Harry wished the same, but for a completely different reason.

The park was close to empty, people have already left to start dinner. A few stragglers were left behind, a group of rowdy boys skipping stones by the lake, a couple snuggling underneath the branches of an oak tree, and a lone boy, just a few steps behind where you were, sitting on the grass with a Blue staffy resting next to him.

Sam watched as his brother slipped an arm around you and winced. This was the first time he’s seen you in weeks and of course he just had to see you and Harry.

He felt his heart crash down to the ground beneath him, he chastised himself for feeling like that. This was the decision he made, and he had to try and live with it.

“C'mon, Tess. There’s no place for us here anymore.” Sam cast one last longing glance at you before walking home with Tessa

Night fell rather quickly, icy chills began to seep through your clothing. You shivered only once but Harry immediately escorted you home, his sweater now keeping the cold at bay. The walk home was silent, you were thinking about what Harry had told you earlier.

Sam wasn’t leaving his room unless it was for food, he stopped playing the piano which was the last thing he was doing before he kicked you out of his life. It was sad but at the same time, it brought you some comfort to know that you weren’t the only one taking it hard.

“Can I be assured you’ll take care of yourself?” he asked you as you reached your front door

“Yes, you can.”

Harry nodded in approval. He still stood there with you, awkwardly shuffling around.

“Did you want your sweater back?” you asked, one hand on the doorknob

“No. No, keep it. I just.. Uh..”

This was weird. Harry was always the more confident, outgoing one, now he was stumbling over his words and blushing like mad. He finally mustered up enough courage to go through with what he’d been mulling over.

Harry leaned forward, praying it would work out okay. You caught on quickly and immediately entered panic mode. Your brain screeched at you and you turned your head just in time for his lips to make contact with your cheek.

Holy motherfucker. Harry Holland.. Just tried to kiss you. Harry. Your friend, Harry.

What the fuck were you meant to do? You threw him a tiny smile before quickly retreating into the comfort of your house. The minute you closed the door, you leaned against it, and sank down to the floor with your eyes screwed shut.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” you whispered, burying your head in your arms

From the other side of the door, Harry stood, face in his hands. The rest of the walk home, his thoughts consisted of, “Why am I such a fucking idiot?!” and that one thought that’s been nagging at him every since you and Sam stopped talking. He didn’t want to think about it, he didn’t want to entertain the possibility but the signs were seemingly pointed in that direction.

When he got home, it was dinnertime. All the Hollands (except Tom) were present at the table.

“Harry, love, come on and eat.” Nikki called. Dinner time was a crucial time in the Holland household, you could only be excused if you were sick. Brothers at war and hurt feelings were not justifiable.

Begrudgingly, Harry took his usual seat next to Sam. The air around them was palpable, heavy, and unsettling. Everyone tried their best to ignore it but really, the animosity between the twins has been going on for weeks. Only the sound of utensils scraping against plates could be heard in the silence of the dining room, it was enough to make someone go mad. It was enough to make Dom go mad.

“That is it!” he exclaimed suddenly, slamming his spoon and fork down on the table. The harsh sound made everyone look up, even Tessa raised her head.

Dom stood up and stalked over to the twins, he tapped both their shoulders for them to follow him. They shared a brief, frightened look before scrambling out of their seats. Dom instructed them to step out to the backyard, once they were out, he locked the sliding door.

“Now, you two are more than welcome to come back inside when you’ve sorted everything out!” he yelled through the glass. Dom waved cheerfully before walking off.

Harry knocked on the glass impatiently. “Dad! Dad, come on this is ridiculous!”

When no one came to his rescue, Harry sat dejectedly on one of their lawn chairs, completely ignoring Sam, who was sitting across from him.

“How’s Y/N?” Sam asked, out of the blue

What a stupid fucking question. They haven’t spoken in weeks because of what he did and know the bugger wanted to know how you were doing? Sam’s utter stupidity was beginning to trigger Harry’s infamous temper.

“She cries herself to sleep every night, if that answers your question.” Harry snapped, heat flooding through his ears

Sam immediately shut his mouth, it felt like Harry had just slapped him. Harry was waiting though, he was waiting for Sam to retaliate or say something, anything that would give him a reason to just go off on him. But then he thought about you, and Harry realised that was all the reason he needed.

“What’s your fucking problem anyway?” he began

The sheer venom in Harry’s voice made Sam’s head snap up, he looked at him with his brows furrowed together. He remained silent, just glaring at his twin.

“What’s your problem, Sam?” Harry questioned him again, his voice began to harden. “I still don’t fucking understand how you could’ve said all that to her. You have no fucking idea how lucky you’ve been-”

“I fucking know!” Sam abruptly stood up, knocking his chair down in the process. It hit the ground with a resounding clang, the sound made Harry jump.

“I fucking know I was lucky. I fucking know I’m an idiot. Everything you’ve got to say to me, Harry, I already fucking know! So, how about I tell you something you don’t know?” Sam clenched and unclenched his fists, his heart was in his throat. But he threw all caution to the wind.

“I’m in love with her, Harry. I always have been.” This was the first time Sam ever said it out loud, it felt good. For a split second, until he saw the flames ignite within Harry’s eyes.

Harry lunged forward, tightly balling Sam’s shirt in his fists.

“What fucking right do you have to say that to me right now, huh?!” he shook Sam roughly, his lips were curling into a snarl “What fucking right do you have when you know how I feel about her?!”

Sam pushed Harry off him. “None! Why the fuck do you think I told her everything I did?! It was. For. You, Harry!” he stabbed a finger into Harry’s chest, emphasising on each word.

“It was for you because I knew you had feelings for her, while I was too busy seeing her as my best friend instead of the greatest fucking thing that’s ever happened to my life!”

Sam sank down on the soft grass and ran a hand through his hair. “You’re always.. You’re always besting me, Harry.” he chuckled humourlessly, tears beginning to sting painfully in his eyes

Harry watched as Sam sat on the grass, slowly caving into himself. A strangled sob escaped Sam’s lips as he spoke again.

“With Y/N, I never felt like I had to compete-”

“It isn’t a competition, Sam. It never was.” Harry interjected, looking at his brother sadly. All the anger, all the tension that had been built up for weeks was finally reaching its decline. He joined him on the grass and put an arm around his shoulders.

“It’s just when you admitted your feelings to her, I already knew that I’d lost.” Sam confided. The tears flowed freely from his eyes now, he felt so relieved to be able to release all of his pent up feelings.

“I never wanted to hurt her, Harry. Or you.That’s why I..”

“That’s why you let her go.” Harry finished for him, finally understanding what really went on.

Sam nodded, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. Harry let the realisation churn within him. Sam was in love with you, he was in love with you. But he was smart enough to know who you were going to choose between them.

“She’s in love with you too, you know.” he told Sam. It was so painful to admit but Harry knew he was doing the right thing.

The way Sam looked as Harry said it, resembled a deer in the headlights. Harry would’ve laughed if he didn’t feel like someone was squeezing his heart until it gave out.

“You’re clearly fucking with me.” Sam shook his head. What a load of horse shit, right? He saw you two at the park earlier, Harry had his arm around you. It seemed like you two were starting to fall in love.

“I’ve spent every day with her for the past three weeks. She cries over you, she says your name in her sleep and,” Harry took a deep breath, an attempt to soften the self- inflicted blow from what he was going to say next. “And when she looks at me, she’s happy but I know she’d much rather be looking at you.”

The gravity of Harry’s words was starting to dawn on Sam. I mean, he guessed he had to believe that what Harry was saying was true. He was the only one who’d been seeing you those few weeks.

“It’s.. True?”

“Oh, believe me, mate. I really wish it wasn’t.”

Harry really fucking wished with everything he had that it wasn’t true. But it was and he knew that.

“What now?” Sam mumbled, picking off blades of grass and crumpling them in his hands.

“What now is that you don’t fuck up with her any more than you already have or else I swear to God, I will murder you and no one will find you ever again then I am taking Y/N for myself.” Harry replied, voice cracking at the end of his sentence. Fuck. He never cried, never deliberately in front of Sam either. Sam was the big baby, not him.

Harry shoved his fists into his eyes to try and stop the tears from falling but it was no use. The second Sam saw his brother crying, his earlier statement began to make sense to him.

“D-Did you mean..?”

“Yes!” Harry exclaimed in exasperation, his eyes were red-rimmed and he just about hated everything. “Yes, Sam. Go get her, you absolute prat!”

At that, Sam hastily clambered to his feet but not before giving Harry a tight hug that made the air whoosh out of his lungs.

“Thank you, Harry.”

“Oh fuck off, Sam.” Harry replied, smiling at his twin brother despite the tears trickling down his cheeks. “Now, go!” he clapped Sam on the back urgently.

Sam ran to the sliding door and banged on it, Dom finally opened up.

“I hope you two have buried the hatchet-”

“No time to talk! Gotta go!” Sam yelled as he dashed out of the house

He was on his way, running out the front door and through the lamplit streets that led to your house, that led to you. After all this time, Sam Holland was finally going to pour his heart out to you, he was finally going to tell you exactly how he felt.

He felt like he was ready.

Were you?


Part 5


Shawn and his guitar are (pleasant) loud neighbors with a terrible timing.

Everyone is just out of breath and stumbling in their own words in this one, sorryyyy!
It’s another draft I put some work on. I think something like this was already written before but I felt like posting it. I am considering doing a part 2 but I also liked the mystery so… I’ll leave you to it. I apologize in advance for my possible bad grammar and I promise I’ll stop with the Harry Potter references. Feedback is more than welcome! Enjoy xxx

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

You lied back down and the bed looked bigger. You suddenly missed a hug you had never lived in, a perfume you had never smelled, a breath you had never heard and hands that had never touched you. You felt that desire of bringing in to your world a love that you can only imagine what it’s like to have.

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I Was Part of the Queen’s Guard In England

by reddit user inaaace

This creepy story was top rated and many users were creeped out by it. 

I was in the English army, you know? Two tours in Iraq, one in Afghanistan. My mom absolutely hated the life I chose, and I can’t really blame her. But you know what?

The fucked up part is that the biggest horror I’ve ever experienced wasn’t in one of those shitty eastern places, no, it was in the very center of European “civilization”, London.

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Bad boy! Jaehyun

•okay let me clear this up: Jung Jaehyun is not an actual bad guy but he just looks like it okay?
•before I get into that let me point out some visuals first
•so everyone remembers that mirotic performance right?
•basically that look with a white t shirt and there you go, you have yourself bad boy Jae
•the leather jacket is like his baby so make sure you don’t spill anything on it
•what am I talking about, it might as well be his baby with the way he treats it
•and damn his hair is 10/10 and always sexy af
•now onto my theory that he isn’t actually a bad boy
•he just looks like one and is 100% a sweetheart if you actually get to know him
•I mean his birthday is literally Valentine’s Day so of course he’s a sweet little thing
•he just looks a little scary so he got stuck with the title of bad boy
•doesn’t really care and continues on with life
•overall he’s a good student with average grades and a pretty good reputation but he does tend to skip sometimes which I guess is pretty normal
•the only reason he skips is because he’s at McDonald’s with Johnny, Doyoung and Taeyong and they’re paying for his food
•besides who needs PE
•he’s pretty fit and active for a guy who doesn’t go to PE a lot
•gets flirted on a lot because of his looks and everyone wants to be the cliche person who turns the bad boy soft but ignores all of them for food
•which is pretty convenient for you I guess
•you work at a little cafe/restaurant that your grandma owns as a part timer after school
•sometimes you cook there if there’s no one but you mostly stick to making drinks even tho you have a passion for cooking
•though you are aloud to experiment if there’s like no one there
•so one day Jaehyun and his friends come in and you just so happen to be working at the counter that day
•you saw him and was like
•'oh shit he’s really cute’
•somehow you recomposed yourself and went and took their order normally like you would any other person
•when Jaehyun ordered you swore you had heart eyes because his voice was just so nice
•anyways you were short on staff (meaning it was only you and someone else that cooked) that day so you had to go back and help make the food
•you ended up making Jaehyun’s and when he tried your food he was like in heaven because that’s how good it was
•so Jaehyun is definitely coming back there
•the next time he comes back he orders the same thing back sadly he was there when you weren’t and was like
•'this doesn’t taste the same 🤔’
•asked the person about it and said that you don’t start until after school because it was lunch now
•so he was like ‘okay I’ll be back in a few hours’
•when your co-worker told you about this you thought he was lying
•but then Jaehyun actually came back and like yeah
•now comes at least 3 times a week to get his food but it has to made by you or it won’t be the same
•starts becoming flirty with you
•'you should give me some tip then if you really like it that much’
•he laughs
•you two bond
•feelings develop
•he starts to like you and the way you treat him like a normal human being
•you start liking him more and more especially once you saw his dimples
•and bam you have yourself a relationship after he confessed to you after coming in for like 5 months
•like he finally gave you a tip but on that bill he wrote in sharpie ‘I like you’
•you look over at the table that he’s at and give him a look
•then when you get him his food, there’s a note written by the sandwich on the plate in ketchup that said ‘me 2’

New Tattoos {Tattoos iv}

Warnings: pregnancy and miscarriages talk (duh), and tattoo getting (not in detail), you’re at 11 weeks now, also beware for angst.

Summary: Shawn finally finds out, but not before something takes you to the doctor’s office at the crack of dawn.

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: if you read this and you like what’s down there, send me your favorite Shawn lyric of all time in my inbox. ALSO, I don’t know how hospitals work especially OBGYN, so please bear with me?


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“y/n? y/n, wake up.”  Shawn groaned next to you in bed. 

You let out a string of incoherent words to express your displeasure. You sure as hell didn’t have to wake up early today. What was up with him?

“y/n, wake up.” He moaned, giving your hip a little squeeze.

“Why? Sleep is good.”

“I know it is, but you’re bleeding. Go change and come back to bed.” 

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Rich Love Part 4; Tom Holland/Harrison Osterfield
  • pairing: reader x tom holland / reader x harrison osterfield (triangle)
  • warnings: shit idk 14+? theres language and a lil sum sum
  • words: 3100+ 
  • summary: being harrison’s best girl (friend) (?) has some perks, one of them being you get to spend a lot of time with Tom and you really want nothing more than to confess your attraction for Tom but something always gets in the way, most times that something ends up being his own best friend
  • a/n : this is a chaptered fic, part 4 to come soon
  • part (1) + (2) + (3) + (4) + (5)
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Honestly, you didn’t intend to spend the day in Tom’s house. 

He actually planned out an exciting day for the two of you.

After you sent him a private message over twitter, he sent you back his number because calling was a lot easier than texting. After a bit of back and forth, you found a day that worked best for the two of you.

You were thankful you took advantage of Tom’s suggestion sooner rather than later, especially because him and Harrison were leaving for Montreal in just over a week. 

So when he picked you up one afternoon, he told you all about what was in store. Starting off with getting coffee at one of his favorite café’s, spending some time walking down the roads of London, only to see the spectacular street art – his words, not yours, and then maybe dinner, depending on if you opted to spend more time with him or not.

The first part of the outing went great. Tom paid for your coffee, which you told him he didn’t have to but being the gentleman that he was, he insisted. The two of you were only there for just under an hour before you got back into his car.

“I just have to make a quick stop at home.” he told you as he pulled onto the street you were walking down only a fight nights ago, “Harrison’s stopping by later to pick up some stuff but I forgot to hide the spare key for him.”

“Oh that’s fine,” you said, but you noticed the way he hesitated before saying his friends name. 

“Have you talked to him?” he then asked, glancing at you from where he sat in the driver’s seat. You continued to stare out of the front window, “You know, since he tried kissing you?”

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Stereotypical (3)

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), angst, mentions of sex.

Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.  

A/N: Okay, so. Shit is gonna hit the fan on this one. Enter: Steve, Tony and Pepper. It might feel like I’m skipping over some crucial stuff, but don’t worry! I’ll get to that. Enjoy! 

Business went on as usual for the next few days, the only thing different was that James wouldn’t let you go to meetings alone anymore with anyone he didn’t know. You’d jumped up and down, pleaded left and right, but he wouldn’t have any of it. After finally giving in, James took you to lunch and had to physically pull a folder out of your hands to get you to eat.

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anonymous asked:

That coffeshop AU and the actors AU are GOLDEN. I NEED that in my life now ;(

I can’t really write much for the coffee shop AU because I don’t have any inspiration for it but here are some extracts and concept writing for what the Actors Au would look like

Disclaimer - this is a fake au fic from the Rivals series. In universe it would be written by a Viktuuri fan and so is based on how that fans see umfb!viktor and Yuuri not as they actually are. It was also written as a joke on my phone in half an hour so please don’t take this as serious writing!

Original concept - no.5 of the ‘15 most popular fics in the Rivals universe alternate AO3’ - Original post here

Title: Before the Camera, Behind the Screen

Rating:  Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Figure Skating RPF

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Viktor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont, Christophe Giacometti, Celestino Cialdini, Yakov Feltsman

Additional tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe – Actors, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, they’re actors playing figure skaters for a big Hollywood movie, and they hate each other, at first at least, why do they not use body doubles for their sex scenes?, plot reasons that’s why


Sweat-slicked skin gleamed under the lights, two bodies moving as one as gasps of pleasure filled the quiet room. Katsuki had his head thrown back, eyes glazed as he rode out the sensation, thighs clamped tight around the warm body beneath him and hands fisted into silver hair…

“Cut.” Came the harsh voice of the director as the studio lights snapped back on, flooding the scene with a glaring brightness. “Take five everyone.”

“And you two.” he turned to the two actors who were both blinking in the sudden light and wiping the fake sweat from where it was lying stickily across their skin. “You need to get it together soon or this whole movie is going to be a disaster. You’re supposed to be in love for Christ’s sake! Katsuki, you look like you’re counting down the minutes until you can finish this scene and go and get lunch and Nikiforov, you’re just looking bored. You’re supposed to be actors! I don’t care how much you hate each other, you better act like you don’t or you’re both getting fired.”

Katsuki glared down at Nikiforov who was still lying beneath him, looking annoyed.

“You better step up your game.” Nikiforov drawled, looking disparagingly up at the man still straddling him. “I have a reputation to uphold and I’m not going to lose it to a bad movie because of one amateur, one-hit-wonder actor who can’t do his job properly.”

“Maybe it would be easier to do my job if you weren’t such an arrogant ass who can’t admit to his own mistakes.” Katsuki shot back, glare intensifying. “And stop acting like you’re such a big deal. You might be famous but you’re not that impressive.”

“I don’t know, I’ve been reliably informed by a lot of people that I’m very impressive.”

Nikiforov flicked his eyes to where their bodies were joined, only the smallest pieces of fabric separating them, eyebrow raised suggestively. Katsuki snorted in disgust, then rolled his hips in an unexpected movement that made a certain part of Nikiforov perk up in unintentional interest.

“I’ve seen better.”

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