Summary - An imagine in which Josh needs a little bit of encouragement to do what makes him happy.
Word Count - 1,506
Warnings - N/A
As you walked into your apartment, you were surprised to
find the place completely deserted.
Putting your bag on the work top in the kitchen, you
rummaged through it until you felt your phone before pulling it out and
scrolling through your contacts until you landed on his name.
A picture of you both popped up once you pressed call and
you smiled slightly to yourself as you held the phone to your ear.
The phone continued to ring out, until it reached Josh’s
answer phone and sighing, you hung up and shoved your phone back into your
pocket before walking out of the flat again.
Josh was your very best friend, despite what the other guys
believed to be true. Friends was as far as yours and Josh’s relationship would
ever go, and you both loved it that way. But Josh had been acting very strange
lately, he had been avoiding his friends, you being the only exception, he had
been quiet and not his usual laughing, loud, outgoing self and it was very
weird to see him acting the complete opposite how he usually acts.
Sighing as your phone reached Josh’s voicemail again, you
decided to actually leave him a message this time.
“Josh, its Y/N. Well I’m sure you know that because
your phone will tell you that considering you have my name in your contacts,”
you rolled your eyes at your own stupidity. “Can you just give me a call?
Or a text telling me where you are? I’m worried.”
You hung up and put your phone in your jeans pocket once
You sat on a bench that was outside the block of apartments
where you and Josh were currently living, trying to rack your brains to think
where Josh could possibly be.
You doubted he would be with any of his friends at the
minute, seeing as he had been ignoring them all lately. Josh hadn’t been doing
it on purpose, you guessed. He hadn’t been himself for weeks.
Shaking your head, you took your phone out of your pocket
once more as it started vibrating against your leg. You couldn’t help but feel
a little disappointed when it wasn’t Josh, but nevertheless, you answered it.
“Hey Joe, everything okay?” You asked, trying your
hardest to hide the worry in your voice.
“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine.” Joe answered.
“Have you seen Josh?” You asked, it was better to
get to the point than beat around the bush.
“Funnily enough, he’s with me now. His phone died and
he wanted me to tell you where he was.” Joe smiled slightly. Obviously he
could sense that you were worried about your friend.
You let out a deep breath as you felt a weight lift from
“Great. I’ll be over in a few.” You told Joe,
before hanging up and you started making your way to Joe’s flat, as you knew
the route by memory.
You were a little shocked that Josh had turned up at Joe’s
flat, but you were still happy to know where he was and at least he wasn’t alone.
Joe opened the door to his flat once you’d knocked on his
door and smiled as he saw you.
“Hey, Y/N.” Joe smiled, opening his arms for a hug
as he did this every time you saw him.
“Hey.” You smiled back, looking over Joe’s
shoulder and your smiled formed into a grin as you saw Josh sat on the sofa.
“Where did you run off to?” You asked once Joe had
released his grip from around you.
“I didn’t really run off, Y/N.” Josh chuckled
slightly, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes but you had been used to
that look over the past couple of weeks.
“I’m just off out to get us some food, you want
anything?” Joe asked you, grabbing his keys from the coffee table in the
middle of the living room.
You shook your head and mumbled a ‘thanks anyway’ before
turning back to Josh once Joe had left the apartment.
“You okay?” Josh asked, looking up from his phone.
You nodded slightly and kept your eyes on him. “Are
you? You’ve been acting weird lately.”
Josh sighed as he leant against the back of the sofa, his
hands resting on his knees.
“I’ve just been feeling a bit down.” Josh
shrugged, as if it was nothing.
But it wasn’t 'nothing’, it was important that Josh was
feeling like this, and you had to admit, you were happy that he was actually
talking about this rather than keeping it all bottled up to himself. Obviously
you’d prefer for him to not feel like this at all, but it was better to talk
about it than not talk about it.
“About what?” You asked softly, resting your hand
on top of his.
“Everything I guess.” Josh shrugged, now avoiding
your eyes completely as he stared at the TV infront of him, even though it was
“No specifics?” You asked, smiling encouragingly
Josh let out a deep sigh before turning back to you.
“It’s going to sound really pathetic.”
“Josh, if it matters to you then it’s not pathetic. I’m
not going to force you to tell me but-” you started.
“No, I want to. I just don’t know how to say it without
sounding like a dickhead.” Josh chuckled weakly.
It was a chuckle as if he was trying to hide the fact that
he was upset or hurting, rather than an actual chuckle to show he was laughing
You waited patiently, not wanting to push him into telling
you incase he changed his mind and decided not to open up to you, so you kept
your mouth shut until he was ready to say whatever it was that he wanted to
“I feel a bit jealous.” Josh mumbled so quietly
that you could barely hear him.
“Jealous? Of what?” You asked, a slight frown
“Of my friends.” Josh sighed, once again he was avoiding
your eyes, only this time he looked down at his hands in his lap.
“You’re gonna have to explain this in a little more
detail Josh.” You told him, completely confused.
What on earth did he have to be jealous about? Why was he so
jealous of his friends, and why had he never mentioned it before?
“Because they all have these amazing lives on Youtube
and they’re travelling the world together, making all of these amazing videos
and getting invited to all of these amazing parties and I’m just… Here.”
Josh shrugged, sighing.
You stayed silent for a couple of seconds before looking up
“Josh, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Have you
spoken to your mates about this?” You asked, already knowing the answer
before Josh responded.
“God no, of course I haven’t. They’ll just tell me I’m
being pathetic and I have nothing to be jealous about.” Josh sighed.
“It’s not that I’m jealous of what they’ve achieved because they all
deserve the praise they get because they’ve all worked incredibly hard for it,
I just feel a little left out I guess.”
You smiled slightly at him and encouragingly rubbed his
“So, do what they do.” You shrugged.
Josh looked over at you as if you were mad, as if it were
“I can’t though. Because I’m not good enough.”
Josh shrugged as you let out a quiet sigh.
“I wish you wouldn’t think those things about yourself
Josh. You can do anything you put your mind to.” You told him, meaning
every single word.
Josh looked over at you and smiled slightly, and after a few
seconds, the smile began to grow wider.
“You know what, Y/N? You’re right.” Josh wrapped
his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you into his side.
“You know that the boys will help you if you need it,
and I’m always here if you need someone to talk to. I’m no good with technical
equipment though, just as a pre-warning.” You chuckled, happy that Josh’s
mood seemed to be picked up massively compared to when you first walked into
“Where would I be with you, eh?” Josh chuckled,
ruffling your hair as you glared at him playfully before the door opened and
Joe walked in with bags full of food.
“What are you two doing?” Joe asked, raising his
eyes as he saw you both sitting close to each other.
“Nothing. Y/N was just giving me a bit of
encouragement.” Josh grinned at you, winking cheekily as Joe looked at you
both with a confused expression on his face.
“Encouragement for what?” He asked, curiosity
rising in his voice.
“You’ll find out, don’t you worry.” Josh chuckled,
grinning to himself as he pulled his laptop from the table on to his lap,
signing into Youtube.
You smiled to yourself as you watched him, happy to have the
old, happy Josh back.
I think it'd be cool if they made inspector gadget smart and witty but he's still clumsy ? I can't really imagine him being like really cool I still think he'd be a dork and penny would be more of the brains
I’d prefer for him to be somewhat clumsy and a bit of a dork, but still be perfectly capable. Penny would certainly help out with the planning behind the scenes, but rather than having her save the day practically every time while Gadget is just off bumblin’ somewhere… I dunno, I figure it’d be nice for the main character of the series to actually do something useful rather than just be there for laughs.
A/N - I loved writing this! I’ll try and get a few more done tonight, but my Monologue needs learning!
No!” You scream, running to the other side of the Lab. The smirk on his face doesn’t
move, as he continues to chase you, both of you laughing uncontrollably.
caught up with you, his arms slipping underneath your shoulder, pulling you
into his chest. You both continued to giggle, as his grip lessened, you turning
to face him. His eyebrows furred in question, as he sensed you were about to
ask a question.
He asked, folding his arms. You shrugged your shoulders, before replying.
to be working. And we’re chasing each other around a Lab…” You trailed off.
Tony chuckled to himself, resting his hands on your shoulder.
you know that we can never get too much work done.” He says, poking at your
sides, causing you to squirm a little.
start that again.” You said, taking a step back. He raised his eyebrows,
stepping forward to continue the fight of tickles. He laughed, before picking
you up and spinning you around. You were both laughing now – continuously messing
around, rather than actually working.
was nothing romantic between you and Stark. You had known each other since he
was your babysitter. He was always the big brother you had never had, and tutored
you for Science. Of course, there could be nothing romantic between you, and
there never would be.
were with Bucky Barnes, known as The Winter Solider. Since Steve had bought him
to The Tower, you had looked after him, given him the affection, and love that
he was desperately craved of. After a while, you had both kissed, confessing
your love to one another.
everybody else in The Tower knew that you were together. You could sometimes be
found, his head resting in your lap, whilst you would plait his hair, pressing
butterfly kisses to his forehead. Although Bucky didn’t want people to see his
weakness, but he could be himself around you.
certain Solider had been getting jealous of his constant missions. At the
moment, him and Steve were continuing to pass missions, and him to continue
getting his memories.
you sometimes come back to your shared room later than expected, winding yourself
around him. Although he would hug you back, he could smell Tony’s cologne on
you. After a while, he grew jealous, not wanting to share you with anybody
he had just arrived back at The Tower, him and Steve making their way back to
the main living area. Steve rested a hand on his friend’s shoulder, rubbing it
gently, as he turned to his friend.
alright?” Steve asked, a smile on his face.
wondering where-“ He was cut off by a high pitch scream from down the stairs.
An instant panic flooded over him. Some things triggered him, wanting to make
sure everything was okay. Instantly, he dropped his weapons, running towards
the stairs, and down to the lab.
at the top of the stairs, seeing you and Tony laughing, and spinning around.
The second he saw that, he felt a punch in the stomach. Were you cheating on
him? Sighing, he made his way back up the stairs, where Steve was armed.
okay?” He asked, following after him. He remained silent, before Steve piped up
alone!” He shouted, before slamming into his room.
your way to your room. Honestly, you were confused right now. Bucky hadn’t been
seen since he had got back, and you were slightly worried. When you had
approached Steve he had shrugged it off, pretending he had no idea.
you made your way to the room, carefully opening the door, as if something was
about to jump out at you.
all of your questions were answered.
curled up in the duvet, his face buried in a pillow, preferably your pillow.
Faint sniffs were heard, as you gently walked up towards him, edging your
weight on the edge of the bed.
whisper, wondering if he had fallen asleep. It took a moment, but he soon
reacted, causing you to gasp a little.
His hair was
in clumps, his eyed red and swollen from crying. He continued to sniff, as he
pulled himself up, looking you in the eye.
“What do you
want?” He mumbled, the sniff beginning to suspend. You paused, waiting for him
to calm down, before talking yourself.
despite what you might think, I am your girlfriend, and I do care when you’re
“No you don’t!”
He shouted, stubbornly. Slightly taken aback, you hoped he would start explain.
Heck, he had better off explain what that was about.
“When I got
back I…I saw you with Tony, and you were just so…happy, and…” He trailed off,
feeling a tear roll down his cheek. You swallowed the ever growing lump in your
throat, the guilt seeping into your stomach.
leaned forward, kissing under each of his eyes, where the tears had fallen. You
then proceeded to kiss his cheeks, nose, forehead, and lips. He was still weak,
barely kissing back, but was doing so. The second he pulled away, you possessively
pulled him closer, resting his head in your lap. Your hand found their way to
his hair, gently stroking the tangled, trying to soothe him.
is my friend. I love him as a brother. He was there before you, that’s all.”
You paused, noting what you had said. “No, that sounded bad. I meant- “
For a second
time, you were cut off. Not by his shouts, but by his lips. The forcefulness,
and the love in his kisses seeming to dominate you. As you were kissing, you
felt him possessively pull you towards him, keeping you in his warm embrace.
moment, he pulled away, smiling towards you.
(Y/N), I guess…I guess I was jealous.” He murmured, tucking your head under his
chin. You sighed, leaning into him, as he stroked your arm gently.
“No, I should
have been waiting for you…” You say, feeling Bucky fall back onto the bed. You
were now both lying down, him keeping you tightly around you.
This is a PREQUEL to THIS story. You don’t necessarily have to read either for one to make sense, so do whatever you want with that info.
Niall knew that his family was poor.
It wasn’t exactly something that could be hidden, despite his father’s attempts to prove to Niall’s mother that they weren’t in major debt with the London mafia. Niall’s parents didn’t really get along. Niall didn’t fully understand the things that they constantly screamed at each other, but it definitely had something to do with money.
The day Niall’s mother leaves, no one is surprised.
Niall cries anyway.
It doesn’t really make sense that he would cry, seeing as he had never had an authentic relationship with either of his parents pretty much ever, but he cries nonetheless.
That day is also the first day Bobby hit Niall.
He didn’t do it often, usually only after he had downed a couple of beers and gambled a little too much. Niall can testify that the knowledge of this doesn’t soften the punches.
8 months after Niall’s mother leaves, four men in black show up on their doorstep, completely changing the blonde boy’s life forever.
* * * *
“Um, hullo.” Niall mumbles softly to the tanned, dark haired man in front of him. There’s a confused, intrigued look on the man’s face as his eyes roam over the blonde’s lithe body, and Niall feels an instinctive smile grace his face.
“I’m sorry,” A nice, deep accent replies. The man’s amber eyes are soft now, and there’s a charasmatic smile on his face. “I thought this was Bobby Horan’s residency.”
Niall blushes, nodding. “It is.”
The man looks back towards his colleagues, each of them shrugging in response. “Well, you’re not Bobby Horan.” The man exhales, raising his eyebrows.
Niall can’t help but let out a little giggle at the man’s obvious statement. “Well, duh. I’m Niall, his son.”
The men in front of the blonde practically melt at the adorable sound, grinning in response. “Niall, hi, I’m Zayn Malik, a… friend of your father’s. These are my colleagues, Harry Styles-” Zayn gestures to a tall, curly haired man, “Louis Tomlinson-” He points at a boyish looking man with a mischievous smile, “And Liam Payne.” Finally, he nods over towards a muscled guy with big brown doe eyes. “Do you mind if we come in to speak with your father for a bit?”
Despite the man’s convincing smile, and the attractiveness of all four of them, Niall takes a step back, beginning to close the door. “My father doesn’t like strangers. I really shouldn’t even be talking to you.” The Irish boy stutters.
Just like that, the men are back to business, and the large muscled guy, Liam, places a hand on the door, forcing it open. “Sorry, love, this is a really important talk.” The blue eyed one says lightly as the four push past Niall.
“No!” Niall begs. “I’ll get in so much trouble if you go in there, please.”
Zayn turns, eyes hard and angry, “Harry,” He addresses, then leaves the room, Liam and Louis following closely as the tallest of the group stays behind.
“Hey,” Harry says softly, rubbing a hand down Niall’s shoulder. Obviously the more approachable one of the group, Harry sits in the hall with Niall, comforting the boy as he cries, terrified of his father’s reaction when he finds out Niall was the one who let them in.
45 minutes later, the three men return, this time with a bruised Bobby stumbling behind them. Niall gasps at the sight of his father, but doesn’t make a move to leave Harry’s side.
“Niall.” Bobby acknowledges with a nod of his head. “You… you won’t be staying here anymore.” He says blatantly and Niall’s jaw drops.
“W-what?” Niall says softly, voice barely even understandable.
Bobby has the decency to look embarrassed as the four men in the room regard him icily. “I… I have some debt-”
“-A lot of debt.” Louis chimes in mercilessly.
“A lot of debt… with these men here.” He tries to explain, not yet looking his son in the eyes. “And because I can’t pay them back with money… they.. you…”
“What your father is trying to say, Niall, is that in exchange for his debt, he has decided to gift us with you.” Zayn says painlessly, and Niall feels tears come to his eyes.
“I dont… understand? Gift?” He says shakily, finding comfort the feeling of Harry’s warmth beside him.
Each of the men in suits grin at him a bit devilishly. “Sort of like… a pet, yeah?” Louis tries, smirking at he sees Bobby flinch. “Oh Bobby, what’s your problem? Not like we’re going to be hitting him like you’ve been.” He rolls his eyes. “Honestly Niall, I assure you that life with us will be 100% better than what you’re getting here.”
It wasn’t that Niall would miss this life. He might not be super smart or anything, but he understands that his father is an asshole. He understands that this could potentially save his otherwise terrible looking life. He also understands that these guys could be even worse than his father.
“I.. I-” Before Niall can even respond, Harry and Liam have teamed up against him, pulling him up and pulling him towards a large black range rover in his driveway.
Tears have sprung into his eyes by now, but Niall doesn’t bother struggling. He knows his fate has been decided as they place him gently in the backseat in the middle of both of them. Harry is talked animately, mostly about how fun they’re going to have, probably just trying to stop Niall’s tears from falling. Surprisingly, it’s working, seeing as Niall is actually trying not to laugh rather than cry, as Harry chokes out one lame joke after another. Niall is so caught up in the calming touch of Liam, who is playing with the hair on the back of Niall’s neck carelessly and giggling at Harry’s stupid jokes, that he almost doesn’t notice as they pull up to a massive mansion estate.
They pile out of the car and into the house, Zayn and Louis joining them from a separate car, and move into the house, a few men dragging out a small suitcase that must be filled with some of Niall’s things, something that Niall didn’t notice before.
The five boys go directly into a large and lavish living room, where a huge polar bear fur-looking rug covers the floor, surrounded by a large black L-shaped couch and a few leather chairs to match. Immediately, Zayn softly pushes Niall to the couch, and the four men stand in front of him, looking very intimidating with crossed arms and black suits.
“Listen, Niall.” Zayn orders, “I am going to start off telling you that we will not hurt you here. This is- mostly- a safe zone for you, unless of course you break the rules, which will result in punishment.”
Niall’s bottom lip quivers. “Rules?” He asks timidly.
Each of the boys nod. “There are only a few.” Liam tries to reassure the blonde.
“Most importantly, you will always obey us. If one of us tells you to go to bed, you go to bed, If one of us tells you to roll over, you roll over. Understood?” Louis says softly. Niall nods. His jaw tightens as he continues quickly. “When you are spoken to, you will always respond with ‘Yes, sir’ or ‘No, sir’.”
“Yes, sir.” Niall says meekly. Louis grins happily, carding a hand through Niall’s soft blonde hair affectionately. Niall smiles back at the unexpected gesture, leaning up into the hand.
“Next, you will be expected to finish out your high school term. Any extra schooling after that will be decided later. You will be taken to school everyday, and picked up from school everyday. No extra circulars, no socializing with anyone that doesn’t live in this house.” Zayn adds. “And Finally,” He smiles reassuringly as he pulls out a leather, black dog collar. “You will be expected to wear this at all times. If you feel uncomfortable wearing it in public, then we will discuss it, but if you are in this house, it must be around your neck. Are the rules clear?”
Niall nods, not verbally responding at all, making Louis roll his eyes disappointedly. “And that takes us right into our next subject. Punishment.” Louis sits next to Niall, pulling the boy over his lap, making the boy squeak. Louis pulls down the loose joggers that the blonde was wearing, smacking his brief-clad bum three times in a row. Niall’s breath leaves him quickly as he gasps in surprise. The smacks didn’t hurt, only surprised him.
“Remember, Niall, always respond when spoken to. What do you call us?”
“Si-sir…” Niall sputters, eyes wide.
Each of the four boys smile at him as Louis allows him to sit up once more. “Good boy.”
“And that’s our final subject.” Liam smirks as Niall’s eyebrows raise. “Rewards.”
Each of the men look excited at this part, making Niall shiver. “When you’re a good boy, meaning you listen to the rules, or do something really really good for us, you will be rewarded.”
“How?” Niall asks, intrigued.
Zayn smirks. “Well, it could be something as simple as a cookie after dinner.” He sits down next to Niall, breath close to his ear, “Or it could be something as rewarding as a blow job, or if you’re really lucky, maybe one of us will fuck you.”
“Or all of us.” Louis coughs conspicuously.
Niall’s eyes are wide and his pants are suddenly a bit tighter than usual.
“Oh, I think he likes that.” Harry teases, smug smile on his face.
Zayn, Louis, Liam, and Harry each smirk at the irish boy, who suddenly feels like squirming. “Looks like somebody has new incentive to be a really good boy, huh?” Liam says, biting his lip.
Niall nods enthusiastically. “Looks like it.” He pauses, “Sir.”
* * * *
In retrospect, Niall probably should’ve stayed as he was that first day; excited and ready to please his new masters. Well, two years later, Niall had a little bit of a rebel mentality. Despite this new rebelliousness that had struck Niall, he never would intentionally hurt or worry one or any of his sirs. He loved them, after all, and he knew they loved him back. Which is why everyone should really understand that he honestly didn’t mean to forget to tell his masters about his field trip. He just… forgot. He also, conveniently, forgot to charge his phone the previous night, meaning he had no way to call for a ride when they had returned to the school.
So, as he’s riding the bus (something he hasn’t done in years, by the way) to the nearest stop to their mansion, he’s biting his nails at the hiding he knows he’s going to receive. He’s nearly crying by the time he gets off the bus, knowing that either Zayn or Louis would absolutely murder his behind tonight. He trudges towards the house in the cold air, tapping in the code to their neighborhood reluctantly. He waves at the security camera that he knows is stationed in the gate, knowing that the guards would be around to pick him up soon.
Just as he suspected, a black range rover is waiting for him at a stop sign at the nearest neighborhood, and Niall clambers in, exchanging hellos with Paul, one of the boys’ drivers.
Paul eyes the blonde, pity imminent in his eyes. When Niall enters the threshold of the door, he’s greeted by… no one. He sends a confused glance to Paul, who sighs, “They’ve been out since 15:20 looking for you. I notified them the moment you crossed the gate, they’ll be home shortly.”
Niall’s school got out at 15:15 and it was currently 20:53, meaning the boys had been out for over 5 hours looking for him. Niall sighed heavily. He was going to get it tonight.
Paul peeks his head back through the door, muttering, “Mr. Malik has ordered me to order you to wait in the living room, you know what to do.”
Niall did know what to do. Exhaling dejectedly, he kneels down on the fur rug, placing his head on the couch comfortably, counting the seconds until he heard the fo’otsteps.
“Niall,” Zayn’s voice echoes through the room, making Niall shake in fear.
Niall’s head lifts accordingly. “Look at me.” Zayn orders, and Niall’s meets his eyes hesitantly, not expecting the relieved and red-rimmed eyes that he sees. “Come here.” Zayn orders, arms open wide and Niall wastes no time jumping up into the warm embrace of the tanned man, moving on as Zayn pushed him into Liam’s, then Harry’s, then Louis’. Each looked exhausted and surprisingly happy as Zayn sat Niall down onto the chair, standing in front of him in a familiar position.
“Now,” He says softly. “Do you mind telling us where the hell you’ve been and why the fuck you thought it was a good idea to put us through that torture?” He shouts suddenly, eyes turning hard and angry quickly.
“No!” Zayn silences. “You will sit here, silent, and listen, as we tell you, in great detail just how much bullshit we have gone through today.” He seethes.
And Niall does, as the hours tick by, Zayn, Harry, Liam, and Louis each scream at him in different octaves, each yelling about how worried they were and something about kidnappings or death and other serious stuff that made Niall tear up. He had blocked them out a long time ago, when fingers snap in front of his eyes. “Are you kidding me, Niall?!” Louis shouts earnestly. “You’re lucky we aren’t locking you in the isolation room right now!”
Niall makes a low whining noise. the isolation room (a.k.a. a blank room with nothing but a bed where Niall has spent only a few, painful and terrible hours) was by far, the worst punishment there was.
“God!” Louis shouts angrily. “I just can’t believe how- how fucking stupid you are!”
Niall’s mouth pops open at this statement, tears already rushing to his eyes at this one sentence.
“Like, you’re the one who’s pushing us, trying to convince us you’re smart enough for college, yet you do something this fucking dumb?” Liam agrees, making Niall want to curl in on himself.
“I can’t believe you’ve been this idiotic, Ni-” Zayn begins-
- Before Harry decides, at this point, to stop the blasphemy. “That’s enough, guys. Stop.” He orders, recognizing the look in Niall’s eyes.
The three boys, who were previously blinded by their worry and rage slowly begin to recognize the mess in front of them.
Harry has already moved to Niall, gathering the quivering mess of the blonde boy into his arms, whispering sweet nothings as he glared at the other boys.
Zayn, Liam, and Louis each make eye contact, guilty looks on each of their faces. “Niall-” Zayn starts, apology cut off as Niall sniffs.
“I know- I know I’m not the smartest person ever.” He whimpers. “But I’m not stupid.” He defends. “I’m sorry I forgot to tell you that I had a field trip but it was honestly just a mistake.” He cries, muffling himself in the crook of Harry’s neck.
Each of the boys rush to the couch, mumbling their immediate apologies of “No, no baby.” or “It was the heat of the moment, I’m so so sorry” and “Of course you’re not stupid, baby, mistakes happen.”.
Niall’s cries slowly diminish into small snuffles and Zayn takes the smaller boys hand into his own, muttering softly. “Baby, I’m so sorry. We didn’t mean any of it, alright? We’ll make it up to you, yeah? Anything you want, you got it.”
Niall perks up a little bit at this. Hurt eyes brightening slightly. “Anything?”
The boys nod in unison. “Anything.” Louis agrees.
“Okay. I want to finish my schooling. All of it. Because I’m smart enough to and I know I can. And I know my supportive masters will be so supportive of me.” He says cheekily, smirking with narrowed eyes, obviously challenging the boys.
Realizing that they had just been duped, Louis, Liam and Zayn narrow their eyes as well. “Why you little-”
“Excuse me?” Harry glares.
“No- Harry, listen, he-” Liam tries to explain but Harry isn’t having any of it.
Harry growls. “No, no, you hurt my little baby, he gets what he wants. Now, pinky swear.” He orders, obviously not going to take no for an answer.
Zayn glowers at the curly haired man but sticks out his pinky anyways, and Niall links his pinky smugly.
After Harry is satisfied, he picks Niall up, heading towards their bedroom. “Well, you all can meet us in the bedroom when you’re ready to be decent human beings again. Meanwhile, this little genius and I are going to lay down, yeah?” Harry asks, completely oblivious to Niall’s trickery. Niall nods, sweetly kissing Harry on the cheek as he innocently smiles at the other three boys.
Shaking their heads as Niall and Harry walk away, the three wonder what they’ve gotten themselves into.
Ew I don’t think i think this i’m so sorry. I’m tired so that’s my excuse. I love you and thanks for reading.
hello this is scheduled it’s 4:35pm where i am right now (majorca) how fun but i know we’re going out for dinner tonight and last time we were out for two and a half hours (!!!!! what the fuck !!!!!) so i took the precaution of writing this early so it would definitely be up for you guys because i love u all so if you’ve sent me an ask and i haven’t answered i’m not ignoring you i’m probably dying of boredom at some restaurant sigh i hope everyone’s having a good summer and if you’re still at school i’m sorry i hope u are having a good school time <3
I’ve got quite a dry sense of humor, so I can kinda relate to this. Thank you for requesting! xx
He’ll laugh at basically everything you say. Well, not really, but you get my point. He will just find you very funny. And a lot of the time he will probably laugh at something you said, even though it wasn’t meant to be funny. So please forgive him for that. He will be quick to realize when it’s very wrong to laugh, and apologize right away.
I think he’s got a quite dry humor as well. Not as much as you do maybe, but he does have his moments. So, he will avoid laughing at inappropriate moments, because he’ll probably realize that this time you weren’t joking. But unless it’s a serious situation, he’ll probably chuckle a bit.
This depends on what kind of dry humor you have. Like, if you’re just generally funny, or if it’s more of a rude/dirty humor. If you’re generally funny, hell be Jin #2. But if your humor is more rude/dirty, he’ll look pretty scandalized rather than laugh. But he’ll know when you’re not actually saying something to be funny.
Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon:
He is also someone I can imagine has quite dry humor. And he’ll really love that about it. Like, I can definitely see that being one of the things that made him fall in love with you. And he would love to see you interact with the other members before they’ve gotten used to it, just to see their faces.
You know that high-pitch giggle of his? You’ll be hearing a lot of that. Especially when he’s watching other people experience your humor for the first time. He’ll find that incredibly entertaining.
He’ll find it hilarious, but at the same time he’ll be confused as to how you can say stuff like that with a straight face. He won’t put much thought to it tho, and just enjoy it. His favorite conversations to watch would be between you and Yoongi or you and Jungkook.
Sometimes your humor might go a bit over his head. At least before he’s used to it. Once he’s more used to it, he’ll love it, and sort of develop a pretty dry sense of humor himself. Or at least learn how to deadpan when talking to someone. He’ll be very entertained by it.
Summary: What is PDA? When you realize what it is all you have to say is, why does Jongin like PDA?
you’re just being petty, or maybe your boyfriend’s too persistent, but you’ve
never really enjoyed any sort of public display of affection or anything
couple-y in that matter. It makes you cringe thinking of all the annoying
couples on the bus that would full-on make out in front of you, or when they’d
cuddle in the movie theater by your side, or even when they just held hands.
You hate it. You hate all of it.
As usual, thanks to @yeoldehetalian for being my muse (re: begging me to write “the elevator scene”) and taking the time to read, re-read, and point out all my silly continuity errors!
The plane ride had been bad enough.
He wasn’t particularly a fan of flying (or closed-in spaces in general), but flying and having your seat-mate be your co-worker and the object of a very significant secret affection was enough to drive Sindre to drink. In fact, he did. He reached across Matthias and passed his credit card to the stewardess and requested, “wine please, white,” the moment the plane was at cruising altitude.
“Gosh, Nor,” Matthias huffed a short laugh, “it’s not even 10 am!”
“I don’t like flying,” Sindre said simply, slumping into his seat and looking out the window. He also didn’t like sitting with Matthias’ elbows and knees dangerously close to brushing up against his own. He was also wearing that cologne that Sindre liked so much… Dammit. His wine arrived and he ignored Matthias as he ordered a second one.
I don’t know what our obsession with Chinese food is but my god we all can never get enough of it. Every time we all go out to dinner, its Chinese food. Rossi has covered the Italian food and made us all swear we wouldn’t it anywhere else but his house when we are all together. The BAU is a huge family and along with Chinese food, I can never get enough of this group of people. Especially because I was dating the genius of the group, our jobs take up most of our time and to able to be with the person we long while on the job makes everything so much easier. “I don’t understand these things.” Spencer huffed next to me, placing the chopsticks down on the plate, earning a laugh from Derek and a small giggle from Penelope. He was frustrated and we all knew that laughing at the failed attempt wasn’t going to help him. “Don’t you dare ask for a fork, I’ll teach you.” I said pulling his arm down from the raised position as he was about to call over our waitress to ask for a fork. He sighed and nodded knowing that I actually really did want to help him rather than laugh at his failed attempts. He was already rather frustrated so teaching him was going to be a little harder but not impossible. “Okay do what you normally do so I can see why its not working.” I said and he picking up the chopsticks and going to pick something up, and I spotted his mistake almost immediately. “First your thumb isn’t in the right position so its making it harder to hold.” I said moving his thumb to where it was suppose to be and I looked up to only seeing him smiling at me sweetly, making my heart swell. “When you go to pick something up, you are only move to top chopstick Spence. You need to move both so they met in the middle but only move the tips.” I said placing my hands over his and directing them to show him what I meant so he could finally do it on his own. Once he tried twice, his tongue peeking out between his lips in concentration. Once he did it the third time he smiled as everyone at the table cheered for the young genius, being able to do what he couldn’t for as long as they could all remember. “Thank you.” he whispered pecking my lips and I smiled as he wiped the soy sauce of my lips that he left behind earning a awe from both JJ and Penelope. “No problem” I whispered back as he picked a noodle up yet again, the correct way.
Guardians Of The Galaxy Vol. 2 - Reaction blog (No Spoilers)
The general consensus seems to be that Guardians Of The Galaxy Vol. 2 isn’t as good as the first one, but what does that mean exactly? Is it good or bad? Well I think it depends on what you thought of the first movie. If you’re one of those people who thought the first Guardians was the best thing since sliced bread, then you’re probably going to like this sequel. If however you found the first movie to be mildly entertaining but mostly just met it with blank indifference like I did… well this is probably going to be a very long two hours for you.
It was roundabout the halfway point when I realised that Guardians 2 just wasn’t clicking with me. I think it might have something to do with the fact that writer/director James Gunn seemed more preoccupied with telling bad jokes rather than developing characters or telling an actual story. I only laughed twice throughout the entire film. The rest of the movie’s humour is ruined by either poor setup, poor execution, rubbish punchlines or that the joke simply isn’t funny.
A lot of the most glaring issues with the first movie carry over into the sequel. Cookie cutter plot? Check. Unimaginative sci-fi setting and lazy alien designs? Check. Rubbish villain? Check. Cartoon physics and weird lapses in logic that remove any kind of tension or threat? Check. Terrible depiction of female characters? Double check. I swear the only reason Mantis exists in this movie is so that Drax can make cracks about her physical appearance. But while the first movie was able to fall back on its humour and character interactions, Guardians 2 struggles because, as I said, it’s not funny and because the characters don’t grow or develop in any meaningful way. Oh sure, like Suicide Squad, it gives the illusion that they’ve grown and evolved and that we’ve gone on this emotional journey of self discovery, but it doesn’t actually do it.
James Gunn’s interpretation of interpersonal relationships and emotional drama seems to be to have every character have at least one ‘aha’ moment where they apparently learn something deep and meaningful about each other, the soundtrack gives us its most slushiest music and the film effectively gives us jazz hands and goes ‘ta-da’ as it waits for us to congratulate them on their clever storytelling. Well I didn’t. It’s emotional manipulation at its worst, making no effort to develop the ideas put forward and at no point does it ever earn the emotions the film is so desperate to drag from us. It just presents them to us and then expects us to care. Well I’m sorry, but it just doesn’t work like that. I sat stony faced through most of it and the only emotion that was ever mustered from me was anger when that dreadful ending showed up. It’s so cliched, drenched in syrup and so head thuddingly obvious that it robbed it of any power or meaning it could have had.
There are so many problems with this movie. Too many to mention in a spoiler free blog. The jokes are painfully unfunny. The film’s attempts to tug at the heartstrings are so blatant and utterly cack-handed. The characters I found to be really obnoxious this time around as they seem to spend most of their time bickering and arguing like children, particularly Rocket Raccoon who really got on my nerves. That actually took me by surprise because I honestly thought Baby Groot would be the most annoying due to him clearly being used as a marketing gimmick. Thankfully he wasn’t that annoying although I think it might have been because he wasn’t in it very much. And the villain was utter crap, but that’s pretty much par for the course for Marvel these days. I don’t think I’m giving anything away when I say that Ego the Living Planet is Star Lord’s dad (James Gunn never shuts up about it in interviews and they basically just flat out tell you in the trailers). Again, no real effort to develop the character, you can see the big twist coming a mile away, his evil plot to take over the galaxy makes no sense and actually contradicts his motivation, and their attempts to connect him with Star Lord and his mum are poorly thought out and badly executed.
As I said, if you loved the first movie and are capable of switching your brain off for two hours, you’ll probably like Guardians Of The Galaxy Vol. 2. If however you weren’t particularly enamoured with Guardians Of The Galaxy to begin with, I’d say you can definitely skip this one.
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i get this feeling that viktor krum has a great sense of humour, and he gets really into english-language jokes - both as a way to improve his english by deconstructing language, but also because he’s a cool guy and cool guys like jokes. ok.
at least, he thinks he’s got a great sense of humour, but this over-reliance on puns makes most of them groaners, rather than actual laugh-jokes
Sometimes I like to think about what it would be like if you were taken into an isolated room and shown a picture of the person that you will fall in love with in the future, your reaction would be video taped so you could see the hundreds of reactions of others. Like could you imagine the different range of reactions there would be? Some would cry tears of joy because of how beautiful there future-partner is, complete shock when realising that the person is the same sex as them or even the opposite, terror, awe, suprise, confusion, anger and even disappointment. But no matter how disappointed they were when they actually met them they would fall completely and utterly in love with them and the way that the laughed or spoke rather than how they actually looked, it would make people realise that looks truly do not matter.
aka Lara’s been rereading and also reading side stories all day and crying violently
You know what a heart is. Because I showed you.
“What’s your deal?” Julian frowned. “Why are you being such a mood damper?”
“I’m not. I just don’t see it as that big a deal. It’s a movie. You were bound to get one sooner or later. It’s good that it’s now, at least, so we don’t have to hear you whine anymore.”
Julian snatched up his phone and wordlessly stormed off. Damn if Logan wasn’t going to rain all over his parade just because he wasn’t the center of attention anymore.
Derek stared and looked at Logan. “Dude. What’s wrong with you? You’re not happy for him?”
Logan looked deep in thought as he watched Julian go. “I’m happy for him. I’m just not sure it’s good for him.”
There was a long awkward pause that followed. Julian raised his eyes and saw Logan contemplating him. Then the taller boy just shrugged. “Fine. If that’s what you want. Like hell I’m going to stop you anyway—you’re not someone I plan on taking care of. Too much of a brat and a pain.”
Julian snorted. “Takes one to know one.”
Logan then walked up to him, and Julian looked up, surprised. The taller boy leaned a little close, but just outside of personal boundaries. “I’m just saying. …you can always come back. We’re kind of not going anywhere.”
He passed Julian, who still looked too comfortable in the bay window. He’d been tired, and maybe the jet lag still got to him. Logan smirked a little. Maybe he and Derek could let him sleep a little longer before waking him to eat. Otherwise he’d be even bitchier than he was this morning, and the whole mood was too good to ruin with that.
He casually picked up one of the quilts lying by the couch and walked to Julian. He almost passed for human, this idiot, when he was like that. Absently, and not really thinking about it, Logan dropped a very light kiss on Julian’s hair and then pulled the quilt over him.
“Mm…” Julian just curled up a little more under the quilt, almost a complaint for being touched.
Stupid, spoiled brat. All of them were, but Julian had to be the worst. Let the primadonna sleep. He stalked out of the room to try and find them all something to eat before Derek got even sorer for his loss earlier, and for any succeeding ones to follow.
A swing of the weapon—a sudden dive of the metal—
Julian stopped with a sharp gasp of pain, grasping his hand and his weapon fell to the ground. A hiss of a curse and Logan saw scarlet staining onto the white suit as Julian clutched his injury.
Logan immediately dropped his saber, horrified. “What happened?!” he ran to him, “are you all right?!”
“I’m fine,” Julian hissed back, turning away from him, but Logan pulled him back to get a closer look.
“Give me your hand, I said!”
“No!” Julian jerked it away as though Logan had the plague. The prefect gave him the most brutal glare he could produce under the circumstances and snatched Julian’s injured hand. The actor was furious. “I’m fine!”
"You’re bleeding.” Too many emotions blurred past in a single go through Logan’s eyes—neither Derek nor Julian could catch a single one before it was gone again.
One ring…two rings…three—
Sound of a roar in the background. Like a party ongoing. Not unlike the caller’s own surroundings, where a triumphant city continued to scream and release thousands of fireworks, confetti falling like snow.
Logan smirked. “Happy New Year from the East Coast, you spoiled brat.”
That laugh from the other end was almost infectious with glee. “Don’t worry your fuzzy head, the West Coast’ll catch up.”
Logan threw a pillow onto Julian’s face and told him something like Julian had to get back to focus on studying because that was what they were all in Logan’s room for, although Derek noted that he didn’t seem particularly bothered to have Julian snoozing at the window.
Logan grumbled again in reply. Derek watched, rather fascinated, at the fact that not only did Logan allow all of this grooming to go on, but that Julian was willingly doing it.
He absently noted that every time another Stuart would walk in, Logan would immediately look up and fix the newcomer with a pointed stare to silence them. And that as Logan returned to reading, his long fingers carded through Julian’s dark hair, seemingly unaware that he was even doing it in the first place.
“Whoa, Jules!” Derek crowed from where he was perched by Logan’s bed, getting up. “I thought you were still in Tokyo!”
“I didn’t think you’d…” Logan stared, still very surprised, stepping back as he allowed Julian to come inside.
The actor just laughed, sounding a little hoarse with travel exhaustion. “Like I’d miss your birthday, loser. Derek and I are the only two sure guests you’ve got.” Julian smirked.
When Logan looked up, he saw Julian was already almost completely asleep. But the actor smiled faintly. “…do you like it?” he murmured, soft with drowsiness and something else Derek couldn’t place.
In response, Logan reached over and pulled the covers around him. “I really do. Thank you.“
Julian had no shame whatsoever—he was laughing so incredibly hard that he had to lean entirely on Logan just to keep standing.
Logan curled a little against him, as that laughter was infectious and he seemed to be laughing more at the fact that Julian can barely stop laughing rather than what actually happened. Julian was grinning bright as the sun, leaning into him, and he pressed his forehead onto Logan’s temple almost repeatedly as he chortled, trying to catch his breath.
And Logan simply let him, grinning, an arm at Julian’s waist.
He found that it wasn’t so weird when he looked at the way Julian behaved like this around Logan, and that Logan, for all how he usually behaves that he doesn’t care for any of these things, seems to simply allow it, if not encourage it.
"Logan,” he [Julian] said, standing in front of him. “Can you hear me?”
The blond stared up listlessly at him. “…of course I can.”
“Get out!” Julian commanded furiously.
“I can’t–I won’t!” Logan shouted back up to his friend, the angry tears flowing. “I’m not leaving here without you!”
“This isn’t fair–this isn’t fair, you can’t do this–you cant! Please… Open your eyes…”
Kurt watched as Logan bent down and pressed his lips to Julian’s singed hair.
“I had to be here, because… I didn’t want him to be alone…” Logan’s voice broke at the last word.
“I didn’t want him to think no one wanted him back. I wanted to make sure he could come back. I don’t…I don’t really care about what he thinks, I don’t care if he doesn’t want to come back–I want him to come back–because he always…” a choke–Kurt reached out to him–“…I didn’t want him to be alone because the last time I left him alone…"
”…do you think he’ll forgive me?“
Logan’s tall form was bending over the hospital bed, blond hair falling onto the face of the still form lying amidst the apparatus. No one in the room moved, though they stared. Logan remained that way, his eyes fluttered shut as he leaned his forehead on the boys–the boy that no in Dalton had laid eyes upon since the night of the fire.
”…wake up, Julian…“ Logan whispered without opening his eyes. ”…please wake up.“
"Where does that put you now…after what…” Derek stopped and seemed to brace himself before continuing, “…after what happened with Julian?”
did you know that it is actually normal to celebrate your own team’s victories without bullying and harassing fans from other clubs? cause that’s what 95% of this fandom is about. i woke up to see real madrid have won the club world cup which they rightly deserve but instead of seeing celebratory posts i see bayern fans being attacked. maybe it’s just a personal preference but i’d rather reblog so many happy photos of my players rather than send anon hate. i actually laughed at anons claiming that the actual fifa world cup was real’s cause toni was apparently germany’s best player and cause they have sami and had özil (who real fucked off btw)
like how delusional can people be. germany won that world cup, not bayern, not real, not dortmund or any other club. and did you also know that it’s okay that if you dislike barca or real that you can acknowledge that messi and ronaldo are two of the greatest players to ever grace this pitch cause in fact they are and stats and footage prove this. and this goes for any other team or player. it doesn’t make you a bad fan to admit that a rival is one of the greatest players ever or a team deserves to win a trophy. it doesn’t make you any less of a fan it actually makes you human to accept that other teams or players are better. it doesn’t make you support your team any less. criticism of your own team or players doesn’t make you a hater it makes you honest and that’s what we need, honest fucking fans who don’t take everything so seriously and just enjoy football for what it is. when did football become about hating others and calling everyone shit? i thought it was about supporting your team through the shit times and the glorious times. maybe i’m wrong, maybe i’m just one of the few people here that would rather see my team winning than bullying others and sending death threats. but i know which “fan” i’d rather be.