the little one in the back i already had

Aria is AD?

So for a while I’ve thought Aria might end up being A.D. I think she has some sort of personality disorder to where she is Aria she doesn’t actually know that she is A.D. Anyways, there are a lot of videos and posts that have great theories about this but I just wanted to say one little thing I noticed in 7x15.

The video calls Aria had with A.D.

The first call she gets in the ally? The guy throwing out the trash was already back inside when AD called.

The second call when she was with Spencer, Hannah, and Emily? Her phone buzzes four times before they are all gone and not one of the girls even acknowledges it. You’d think with their past history with when one phone goes off all of theirs do they’d at least acknowledge the phone.

The third call she gets is literally less than 5 seconds after Ezra leaves.

I could be completely off base on this but who knows.

dorisagent101  asked:

Also, how the hell did you go on a high speed chase while riding a donkey? Story please. ( I don't know if this was asked already whoops )

It was the old me! *hops on donkey and rides off into the sunset)

No omg I was like 8, so like 2005 and they had those little mechanical rides outside this grocery store. This one was Donkey from Shrek. Well they called security on me because I found a way to open the coin collecting thing and I keep reusing them for rides.

Some thot snitched on me and the security chased me through the store until I got to my mom and I had to give the quarters back :(

fade-into-fandoms  asked:

Salty ask 7,8,9 Btvs fandom I guess

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

umm. honestly, for a while, i waffled back and forth on fred/wesley. towards the end of ats i pretty convinced they were adorable. but as soon as the show ended, a little switch went off in my brain and suddenly my feelings towards them were No Way, lmao

8. Have you received anon hate? What about?

not really, but one time someone accused me of posting a stolen graphic. they linked me to a graphic. it was my own graphic. i was kind of pissed tbh, it was on my old blog and i had like 100 original graphics in my tag already, why in the hell would i be stealing someone else’s dkhkjhd

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

wesley tbh. i just have a very hard time feeling for him, although i haven’t quite put a finger on why. 

I once had a line of two customers when I was a cashier, and the first one was paying in dimes and quarters. Not a huge order, just $2.15.

Queue the second customer. She walks up and asks aggressively “Are you new here?”

I reply, taken aback “No ma'am. I’ve been here for about two years.”

“I thought you would have been faster by now,” she snaps back.

Well, I was already having an off-day, so I decided to get a little petty. She slides her card, and immediately I hit ‘Cancel’ on my register. She tries again. I hit 'Cancel’ again. Slide. Cancel. Slide. Cancel.

By the fifth time, she’s turning her card over in her hand and asking “What the HELL is wrong with my card??”

I reach over, taking it from her hand and ask “Have you had this card a long time, ma'am?”

“Yeah, why?”

I slide the card through without any problem (obviously), and hand it back politely. “I thought you would have known how to slide it by now.”

Her face sunk, probably realizing but probably not. She left, and I proceeded to tell my manager out of guilt in case the woman complained, and my manager high-fives me but then tells me to NEVER do that again.

Be My Boyfriend

[ao3]

“Dean, be my boyfriend!” Castiel hissed.

Dean’s attention was pulled away from Charlie (who snorted into her drink) when Castiel grabbed his arm.

“Uh,” Dean said, feeling like he was missing out on some vital information. Castiel’s wide eyes were a little too bright and his cheeks were flushed with pink, indicating that he was probably a little bit drunk, though that still didn’t help clear up the situation.

“Come here!” Castiel dragged Dean by the arm across the crowded room until they stood in front of a short brunette who Dean thought was named Meg. Castiel wrapped his arm around Dean’s waist and squeezed him to his side.

“I told you!” he told Meg triumphantly. “I have a boyfriend!”

Meg looked Dean up and down incredulously. “You’re dating Dean Winchester?”

Starting to catch on, Dean put a possessive arm around Castiel’s shoulders. “Yeah, he is. Got a problem with that?”

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narwhalsarefalling  asked:

what if aliens just dont understand the concept of taking non professional photos like selfies and sharing them on the internet? like "John-human, you see me all the time. I do not wish to take another 'selfie' with you."

John-human was not of the sub category photographer, though they didn’t seem to be aware of that themself. No matter where they went, they brought their little ‘smartphone’ with them, seemingly for the sole purpose of photography. It was beyond irrational, especially considering that John-human was well aware that they were of the sub category physicist.

“John-human, you see me all the time. I do not wish to take another ‘selfie’ with you.” Cg’jlas said when the human suggested another photograph being taken of the two. “I have important work to do, and clearly you have a plethora of photographs of us together. What could you possibly need another one for?” It was getting to the point of being irksome, if xe were to be honest. None of the other humans seemed to consider the behaviour odd though, so xe would have to tread carefully in case xe was approaching cultural territory.

“It’s for my blog. I’ve got people asking to see another picture of us together, and I thought this’d be a good place to take one. It looks cool in here.” John-human said as if it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy. To them it probably was.

“John-human, I am unfamiliar with some of these terms.” Xe said, contracting xir twarikial tentacle in an obvious show of confusion. “What is this ‘blog’, and why have other humans requested to see your photographs? Is it not most common to enjoy photographs of humans who are well known in general, or known to the human watching?”

“Oh, well, yeah? I guess, but we also like looking at pretty people or cool people, or just pretty pictures, and it’s really you all the fuss is about. They like seeing us together.” They said, elevating their shoulders briefly. “A blog is like a content sharing site on the internet – you remember when I told you about the internet, right?”

“Yes, it was quite… interesting. So you are not confused about which sub category in which you belong?” Xe asked, hoping xe didn’t come across as rude.

“You mean my job? No, I’m a physicist, why’d I be confused about that?” They asked, doing what Cg’jlas had learned was referred to as a ‘frown’.

“Because you seemed to be under the impression that you are of the sub category photographer. I am relieved that there is no confusion, John-human.” Xe said sincerely, making sure to have xir expression and posture show it.

“What? No, they’re just selfies. Everyone takes them, it’s a thing.” They said before proceeding to call one of their fellow humans over for one of these ‘selfies’. They then moved on to show Cg’jlas how they ‘posted’ the photograph, and some they had already posted. It made very little sense, but the fellow human seemed to be treat it as something normal, walking back to their work station after agreeing that John-human could post their photograph. They had asked to be ‘tagged’ in it, which xe had absolutely no idea what meant, but xe didn’t particularly want to find out either. It would just have to be another part of humans xe didn’t quite understand. It didn’t seem like an important part after all, if a bit irksome at times when xe was trying to work or focus.

Early Morning Teasing

Group: BTS

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Excerpt: ‘ you turned your face to the side waiting for him to get angry, loving the rush of adrenaline that ran through your veins at the thrill of riling him up for the fun of it.’

Genre: fluff

Length: 1k

A/N: the fluffiest thing i think i’ve ever written

Originally posted by ultranicolet

The sunlight filtered into the room, stirring you from your sleep as you moved around vaguely aware that there was an arm over your chest, you wriggled trying to get a look at whose arm it was, brown hair splayed over his forehead and fast asleep, Jeongguk frowned slightly before turning his head a few times before settling. A few small snores left his mouth, his arms and legs were splayed on the bed and you tried to ease yourself out from under them, to no avail.

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Steal my groceries? I'll steal your mama's homemade tamales.

Buckle in kids, this is a long one, but well worth the ride. (TL;DR at the end)

This happened nearly 15 years ago, when I was in college renting a house with two other people. In order to understand the gravity of this situation you must first understand the dynamic between my female roommate (whom I’ll call Becky) and myself (also female). We had one guy roommate (I’ll call him Bob), and the three of us all worked together at a restaurant and lived in the same house for 2 years.

So the three of us were pretty close during that time, we shared a friend group, worked together, and had roomed together a year prior. However, to say Becky and I were friends would be a generous assessment of the true nature of our relationship. You see, Becky and I come from very different backgrounds and also have diametrically opposite personalities. She was from a lower socioeconomic group, a racial minority, and street-savvy. I am the WASPiest wasp of all wasps who ever wasped, come from middle class whiteville and am terribly naive. (I’ve learned a lot about my naiveté since then but I can still be a little dim to the true nature of people and have been hurt many times because of this.)

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I was an absolute b*tch to my younger sister when we were kids, and she was already a master at planning revenge.

I just want to start off by saying I was the offender that deserved the revenge in this this story. We were both kids at the time, and we are on good terms now. We had a good laugh about this the other day when I came back home to visit, and I thought I would share. This is going to be a bit of a short story, but it just proves that even toddlers know how to pro revenge.

At the time my sister way about 2-3 and I was about 9-10. I am not sure exactly the ages. There is about a 6 ½ year age gap, and, unfortunately, me and my sister were generally at each others throats for the first half of our lives.

This was in the middle of my summer vacation, and for whatever reason, I felt the absolute urge to be the bully this day. Mocking her, making fun of her, making her cry, taking her toys… you know, the typical shitty sibling bull. Even shoving her about a little bit.

It would be a few hours of this before it was nap time. This meant mom would put her in her play pen, wait until she fell asleep, and then go take a nap herself while I was busy working on any midsummer lesson my mom had planned for me.

Well, my little sister goes to naptime without a fight. No big deal. My bullying probably wore her out. Once my mom figured she was asleep, my mom went on for her nap.

I didn’t suspect a damn thing. I didn’t even pay attention to the noise of my sister crawling out of her playpen or going into the kitchen. I was so focused on whatever lesson I had that my sister acted swift and I never had a chance to react.

My sister has always been the smart one. When I was busy eating crayon tips and whatever would land me in the hospital for poison control, she was already learning how to plot shit. She pretended to be asleep, waited until mom went to bed, and then got out of the play pen, went to the kitchen and grabbed the heaviest utencil she could find…

And cracked me over the head with it, enough to daze me.

I heard her laugh, that’s how I knew it was her, but by the time I had any time to react, the little shit had already put the utencil away (Wasn’t hard, my mom kept them in a mess in a drawer) and had already gotten herself back into the play pen.

Unfortunately, my mom didn’t believe me that my sister had done that.

To be fair, I f*cking deserved it.

Thankfully, nowadays, my sister saves any pro revenge against anyone that would harass either one of us. Meanwhile I have yet to learn her prorevenge finesse.

The Mean Marquis

Lafayette x Reader

Note: So @a-schuylerr made a post about different Lafayette fic scenarios they would like to see and I got inspired. Thank you to @thatoneimaginesblog for being my proofreader and for putting up with me spamming you with my process on this fic. This is my longest fic and I am really excited for you to read it!

Warning: smut and that’s basically it

Word Count: 7,204 ( I expected it to be long just not this long)

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @mehrmonga @iamgrayfox @rottwat @beckett-faye @justanotherone2u @aph-bermuda @haletotheking24


1772

When your father first announced that you were to marry a French nobleman in just over a month, you felt as if your throat had fallen into your stomach. You were angry and shocked, so angry that you could hardly form a sentence before you stormed off.

That was three days ago, your anger had subsided and left you feeling worried. Worried about the man you were going to be married to. He wasn’t just any old French nobleman he was the Marquis de Lafayette, more affectionately known as the “Mean Marquis”. You’d heard stories about him about his ruthless and cold nature when it came to business. You had also heard about how popular he was with women, and that he was always surrounded by them.

“It’s just not fair!” you yell. You’d walked far enough away from you family’s home that you know you can speak without being heard. “I don’t even know him why should I marry him?” you groan as you sink to your knees.

You take a deep breath as you feel yourself start to panic. How on earth is he going to treat me? You wonder. After everything you’ve heard about him, the best you can hope for is that he will ignore you. He will probably give you a child or two but for the most part, just forget you even exist.

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anonymous asked:

For the prompt post: “i was hitchhiking and you picked me up and WHOOPS YOU’RE A FAMOUS ROCKSTAR” au OOOOOOR “i had a one night stand the night before i started a college class and WHOOPS I ACCIDENTALLY BANGED THE PROFESSOR” Please and thank you!!!!!!!!

“Just try,” Sam says, shoving Steve towards the bar.

“Sam!” Steve hisses, but it’s too late — he’s already bumped into the man he’s been ogling half the night.

The guy starts a little, dropping the book he’s been reading. “Sorry!” Steve manages.

“It’s alright,” the guy says, looking up. Then he looks up, obviously checking Steve out. “Hey,” he says, voice sounding a little lower than it did before.

Steve can’t help it; he blushes. “Hi, uh, you’re alone?” he asks, and he can hear Sam snicker behind him.

The guy smiles, sort of leans back on his bar stool. “Mmm-hmmm,” he says, and Steve can’t stop staring at his plump lips. “Why, you want a drink?”

“If you’re not busy,” Steve says, looking at the book, which he can see now is heavily-annotated.

The guy seems to trace Steve’s gaze and shuts the book. “Just over-preparing. First classes start tomorrow.”

Steve nods, chuckles. “Oh, I know,” he says. It’s pretty much all he’s thought about since he decided to put that GI Bill to good use.

“I’m Bucky,” he says, reaching out a hand.

Steve takes it. His grip is firm and… lingering.

“Steve,” he says.

Bucky smiles again. “I’ve got good drinks over at my place, if you’re—“

“Yes,” Steve says. “Let’s go.”

— —

“Jesus,” Bucky says, rolling over the next morning. His hair is a goddamn mess, and Steve’s pretty proud to have made it that way.

Steve yawns, stretches. His nerves have dissipated somewhat, thanks to Bucky and his amazing hands.

“Mornin’,” Bucky says, looking over at Steve and smiling.

“Hi,” Steve says, unable to keep the dumb smile off his face.

They look at each other for a few moments, just soaking each other in. They hadn’t had much time for conversation last night, but Steve had fun. He can already tell that Bucky has a great sense of humor, and he’s obviously incredible in bed, and Steve really wants Bucky to ask him for his number.

Bucky sighs. “I hate to lose the view, but I gotta get ready for my class.”

“What time is it?” Steve asks.

“Quarter to eight,” Bucky says.

Steve nods. “Same.” He’ll have just enough time to get home, change, and get to class. Not enough time to worry about anything.

“You busy tonight?” Bucky asks, then ducks his head. “I know it’s a little overeager but I’d like to actually take you on a date.”

“I’m free,” Steve says. “Very free.”

Bucky looks back up and smiles. “Meet me here at seven?”

Steve nods. “Yeah,” he says. “I will.”

— —

Maybe it was naive of Steve to think that he wouldn’t actually see Bucky again until that night.

— —

“I can’t believe the front row was already taken when we got here,” says one young woman as she slips into the seat in front of Steve. They’re in a relatively small lecture hall, but it had also surprised Steve that the entire front row was taken, even despite him getting there ten minutes early.

The girl next to her sighs. “I know. The one class with a decent view and we’re stuck in the third row.”

“Jesus, Prof is dreamy. This is my fourth class with him and I’m not even a history major.”

The other girl laughs. “He’s why I’m a history major,” she says.

Steve wants to laugh, but keeps it to himself. Maybe he would be a little more excited about the prospect of a dreamy professor if he were a little younger, but he’s older now. More mature. Crushing on the professor seems like a cute thing to do when you’re young, though, and he can’t blame the women (or apparently the entire front row) for having a little fun.

He readies his computer and focuses on preparing a Word document. He doesn’t even notice that the professor entered the room until he’s standing at the podium and starting to speak.

In a very familiar voice.

“Welcome to the History of World War II. I’m Professor Barnes, your sergeant for the rest of the semester—“ While the rest of the class giggles Steve feels the blood drain from his face. “And I…” Professor Barnes — Bucky — looks up and locks eyes with Steve. “Steve?” he chokes out and the class all swivel their heads, trying to find whoever it is Steve is.

Steve sinks down in his seat.

It’s going to be a long semester.

Imagine...Dean Using Bad Pick Up Lines

Originally posted by deanandcasstuff

Request: Congrats about your anniversary! Can I request a really fluffy dean x reader where they’ve been dating for awhile. Like maybe one night they go to a bar with Sam and dean uses all his bad pickup lines on his girlfriend.

Pairing: Dean x reader

A/N: I’m simultaneously proud and mortified at myself for this…


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Art Therapy

Request: I was wondering if you would write something were the reader and Bucky fell in love, but Natasha was really horrible and told the reader to stay away from Bucky, Bucky doesn’t understand why

@melconnor2007

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader [Enhanced]

Word Count: 6,658

Bucky lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep most nights. The rare times when he could, his mind was plagued with nightmares. The doctors in Wakanda had assured him that it was perfectly normal. His psychiatrist at the Avengers compound told him that the therapy would help with it. He even had a prescription for sleeping pills after he mentioned his insomnia. But Bucky didn’t like taking them, the feeling of something making his mind hazy was too close to how he used to be while under Hydra’s control.

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The Only Exception (Part 1)

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

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,442

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes

A/N: Okay, so I saw a movie a long long time ago that was terrible, but it inspired the ‘bad’’ love advice and the firemen. I’ve been dying to have fireman!Bucky in one of my AUs.

And yes, the title comes from the Paramore song. I felt like it’s how reader feels throughout. Hope you guys like it. I had some writer’s block, and some house guests, so this is a little late being posted.

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Set Up || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Fluff


“It’s getting ridiculous Yoongi.” You said, dropping your bag onto the chair and walking over to the couch, plopping yourself down and resting your head against the back of the cushion. The two of you had just returned from spending the evening together walking around town doing nothing.

Of course Yoongi had been wearing a mask so as not to get recognized, and the two of you had just been walking around, occasionally stopping at stores to take a look around and browse. The night had slowly come to an end when you had gotten a phone call from one of the other members asking your what you were up to. You had to lie to Jungkook and tell him that you were out alone, looking for something for a friend.

The conversation between the two of you had started off nice and polite, as it usually did, but then it turned on to the topic of your boyfriend. Jungkook was talking about setting you up on a date with him again and you couldn’t help but feel the annoyance rise up inside you.

None of the other members knew about your relationship yet because of the fact that you had wanted to keep it a secret between the two of you before exposing it to everyone else. It was yours, and you didn’t feel the need to share it with anybody else.

“I know Y/N. I’m sorry that they keep bugging you like this.” Yoongi said, coming over and sitting on the couch with you. He pulled you close and you found yourself sliding into his lap like you normally would. When it was just the two of you, you couldn’t keep your hands of of each other, always wanting to be close to each other. But in front of others you two barely gave each other a second glance.

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“Are You Okay?” - Jeff Atkins

Summary : Montgomery asks you for help in chemistry, but turns out he doesn’t really want to study. The conversation gets a little out of hands and Jeff is the one who comes to calm things down.

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x Reader

Words count : 860

Warnings : Mature and graphic language

A/N : I wrote this in half an hour and it’s not that good. Also, english isn’t my first language so sorry if there is any mistakes. Send your request!

Originally posted by knightlley

Like every other day, I stopped by my locker to pick up my books. While opening it, I spotted Jeff. So did he, and we both smiled at each other as a ‘hello’. How mind blowing his smile was. I couldn’t help but think that every time I saw it. As I picked my books, I started to hear whispers behind me. At first, I wasn’t paying attention to them, but then some words caught my ears.

“Go ahead!” This sentence was repeated a few times by different guys. “Yeah, go!” And then some laughter came out from their mouths.

As I turned around, Montgomery de la Cruz, surrounded by his friends, was leaning against the lockers behind me. When they caught me looking at them, they all went silence with a playful smile on their lips. I started to feel uncomfortable, so I rapidly closed my locker and started to walk out.

“Y/N!” I couldn’t even take two steps that I was stopped by someone grabbing my arm. My eyes laid on Montgomery, again, who had a stupid smile stuck on his face. “Hey. Hum-” He glanced over at his friends, all laughing. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yeah, hum- sure.” It felt like i was being played and it wasn’t a good feeling, at all.

“So, I need help in chemistry and I was wondering if you could help me, with… stuff, you know?” I was surprise by his request as I’m not good at all in chemistry. But he probably doesn’t know that.

“I would like to help you, but i’m failing in chemistry so I can’t do much for you.” I was ready for him to answer something so I could mind my own business again, but he didn’t.

“Oh, you know, it’s okay. You can still come by my house. We won’t have to study.” His rested his hand against the locker to our left, his face leaning closer to me. It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about, and I couldn’t be more disgusted.

“Are you kidding me? Won’t happen for anything in the world.” My voice suddenly raised with how angry I was at him. His friends started laughing at him, at how I rejected him.

“What the fuck guys? Stop!” He looked back at me with anger in his eyes. “A slut like you will come back and beg for it at some point.” His voice was so loud that it stopped many conversation around us. People were staring at us. No sounds were coming out of my mouth at this point. “What? Don’t have anything to say now?” His arms were wide open, like he was confronting me to fight back.

I looked around me to find comforting eyes, but everyone was just waiting for me to make a move. My mouth was hang open, shocked by the humiliation. Eventually, my eyes laid on Jeff in the crowd of people.

“Are you waiting for my dick with your mouth open like that?” At this point, I just couldn’t take it anymore.

“What the fuck?” I stepped closer to him. “Stop it!” I started pushing him back with the little strength I had. “Who do you think you are!?” I kept pushing him harder. More people were coming around us to see what was happening.

I just kept screaming at him, letting my anger out, when at some point I felt a pair of arms around my waists, pushing me back. I barely saw who it was, they already had their back in front of me, facing Montgomery.

“What the hell, man? What do you think you’re doing here?” Jeff was the one standing in front of me, defending me. No respond was heard from Montgomery.

“Let’s go.” He finally said. He passed by me with his friends, his eyes still filled with anger.

“Let’s go people, there’s nothing to see.” Jeff stated to the crowd that started to dissolve. He then faced me, putting his hands on my shoulders, a worry look on his face. “Are you okay?”

“Humiliated.” I was looking at the floor, so embarrassed to look at him after what happened.

“Hey.” He lifted my head up with his hand. “Montgomery is an ass, you can’t let what he said bring you down.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” As my respond wasn’t that convincing, he took a step closer and took me in his arms. His embrace was very comforting, with his hand stroking my hair and the other on my back. I could have stopped time to stay like this a little longer.

The last bell of the day rang, letting everyone know it was time to go home. We moved away from each other, and he faced me with an adorable smile. I couldn’t help but smile back at him and blushed.

“Do you need a ride home?” He asked to me, nicely.

“Actually, yes.” I answered, taking the opportunity offered to me.

Just A Fan

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 682

Genre: Angst

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Originally posted by keepingupwithbts


“Next please!”

The minute you heard those words, you felt your heart beating hysterically against your rib cage, your weak legs climbing up the few stairs and kneeling down in front of the desk.

Only when you saw his face did you realize that everything was real. Only then did your realize that you were indeed at the BTS fansign, kneeling in front of the person you thought you would never be able to see in your life.

“Hey cutie, what’s your name?” Still mesmerized by his beauty, you observed every inch of his handsome face, smiling slightly when you saw how he stuck the tip of his tongue out while he signed your album.

“H-Hello, my name is Y/N.”

When he heard your name, he stopped and looked up again, smiling at you with his beautiful gummy smile. “Woah, that’s a beautiful name, just like you!”

Even though you knew that Yoongi liked to flirt with his fans from time to time, hearing those words made you feel warm inside without your control. Taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you smiled shyly and averted your eyes down at your legs. “T-Thank you..”

Yoongi chuckled at your adorableness and took your hands in between his hands,  intertwining you fingers immediately. “So Y/N, tell me, who is your bias?”

Your head snapped up at that question, eyes widely open staring at his soft ones. “Ehm, I-I ehm..”

You saw how Yoongi’s smile grew wider as he observed your flustered face. Before you could realize what was happening, he let go of your hands and placed his on your cheeks, pulling your face near his before he whispered. “I already figured out, you don’t need to tell me.. It’s a good decision, I’m proud of you.”

The minute he leaned back a little bit, you exhaled the breath you didn’t know you were holding in, feeling your heartbeat all over your body.

Wait, since when was he so touchy?!

You blinked a few times, not knowing what to do. You had so many questions, why couldn’t you remember any of them?!

“Ah, you’re too cute!” Yoongi reached out for your hands again, placing his chin on them and looking at you with an expression you couldn’t really understand.

Lifting your eyebrows, you asked him hesitantly. “I-Is something wrong? Do I have something on my face?”

You tried to take your hand out of his grip in order to check your face but were stopped when Yoongi’s grip tightened. “No, there is nothing on your face. I just realized how beautiful you are..”

Shocked, you looked into his eyes without being able to say something. This was definitely a dream. This couldn’t be real.

Without saying anything, you looked into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity, his warm and soft hands still wrapped around your slightly trembling ones.

Observing your face again, he asked with a calm voice. “What are you thinking about?”

Taking a deep breath, you answered. “I’m just really happy that I was able to fulfill my dream before I-”

Just before you could end your sentence, the staff came to Yoongi’s side, motioning for you to continue moving so that the next fan could talk to him.

Nodding immediately, you started moving away but were stopped when Yoongi tightened his grip around your hands. With a questioning look, you looked at him.

Yoongi, on the other hand, was looking at you with a confused expression plastered on his face. “Before you what?”

Smiling sadly, you squeezed his hand once. “This was my first and last time seeing you Yoongi.. I only have a few months, maybe even few weeks left before I bid my goodbyes to this world..”

Yoongi’s whole body froze, his breath hitching as he felt like his heart stopped beating. “W-What?”

He watched how you replaced your sad smile with a happy one, your eyes never leaving his while you spoke.

“It’s okay, I’m just a fan. You won’t even realize that I’m gone..”

Harry Styles - “Confessions” Part Three


Will the heartbreak continue? Who knows.. Enjoy part 3!

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“You’re sure?” Harry looks down at you, his green eyes full of concern. It was as if this meeting was for you, like you were the one about to face lawyers to figure out your entire future. But it was Harry who was about to go in there and face this problem head on. You were just here to support him. “You don’ have to do this.” 

“I’m here, Harry, I came for you,” You assure him. You look back into those green eyes, the green eyes you hadn’t been able to look into all of last night after the two of you finally managed to stop crying and had ordered in some dinner, eating it silently with a romantic comedy playing on netflix to fill the silence. Breakfast had been an even more silent affair with nothing but the sound of him sipping his smoothie and you eating your cereal. “You said you needed me, so here I am. Let’s do this, okay?” 

“Thank you.” He breathes out, unsure of how to truly get across how grateful he was that you were doing this for him. He just still didn’t get it. Why were you doing this? You were supporting him as he met with the girl he knocked up and their lawyers. You should be as far away from him as possible but as soon as he expressed his need for your support, there you were and that astonished him. But he knew he would do the same for you, always. 

“You gonna be alright?” You question him as you glance at the door behind him. In there waited both lawyers, and you had been told when you entered the building and directed what office to go into that ‘she’ had already arrived. You didn’t know her name, didn’t even care to. You were going to try to avoid even looking at her. You were here for Harry, and keeping her image as anonymous in your mind as possible was preferred. 

“As long as you’re here,” He hated saying that. He hated putting so much pressure on you but there you were, giving him a soft smile as you reach out for his hand. His breath halts in his throat a bit at the feel of your skin on his, that warmth and reassurance your hand offered as your fingers tangled between his. He returns the pressure, taking a deep breath before he turns to also look at the door. 

“Let’s go.” You whisper and nudge him a bit towards the door with your joined hands. He bites at his lower lip a bit and then nods, pulling you towards it. With his free hand, his other not daring to release yours, he pulled the knob and the quiet chatter that had been going on inside came to a stop. 

“Ah, Mr. Styles .. and Ms Y/L/N. We didn’t know you would be accompanying him.” Harry’s lawyer knew you, of course. You’d been with Harry for so long, been there through everything, that this guy wasn’t a stranger. Not that he was exactly a close friend either, but you knew each other well enough. 

“Moral support.” You answer, giving the man a small smile. You see her, you see her out of the corner of your eye as she stays in her seat at the table everyone had been seated around but you can’t look. You can’t bring yourself to look over at her. After Harry shakes hands with both his lawyer and hers, he pulls out a chair, the one across from her lawyer, and gestures for you to sit. 

It was so tense in here as Harry took the seat beside you, the one directly across from her. No one spoke, no one even made a sound. You cross one leg over the other, your foot tapping anxiously as you bite at your lip. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, the pulse of it beating in your ears. Harry clears his throat, shifting in his seat a little. You note that he wouldn’t look at her either and instead was focusing on the table before him. You also noted the deep crease between his brows, the tapping of his foot, the fingers playing with his bottom lip nervously. 

“Isn’t there some kind of speaking that should be done? Anyone?” You finally say, tired of all this tension. You glance at the two lawyers, clearly they both were unsure of how to breech the subject, the subject everyone was here to deal with. Your presence clearly had thrown them off and you couldn’t blame them. They didn’t think you’d stick around after Harry got this girl pregnant. 

After that, the lawyers began talking legal terms, about how ‘she’, they said her name but you purposely disregarded it, not even letting yourself register what it was, would have to sign an NDA, non-disclosure agreement, stating that she could not speak about this to anyone or would face legal charges. You even got drug into that one, seeing as you were present and aware of the situation. Harry gave you an apologetic look as he watches you scribble your name on the line but you just look away from him, avoiding his eye.

“The biggest step now is to establish paternity.” Harry’s lawyer says after both you and her slide the now signed NDA’s across the table back to him. “We need to assure the fact that Harry is in fact the father of this child before we truly figure out anything else.” 

“I know he’s the father. I don’t sleep around.” It was the first time she has spoken. Her voice felt like a kick to your stomach. You close your eyes, willing yourself not to look over at her. You hang your head down as she continues speaking. “I know who the father is, there is absolutely no question.” 

“Then you should have no problems in us just making sure. For the paperwork, you know?” Harry’s lawyer adds, hoping to keep her calm as he picked up on the anger she was clearly starting to gain at being accused of not knowing the father of her child. “How far along exactly are you? What was the conception date?” The room fell silent. Surprisingly it was you who broke it. 

“Two months and six days.” You finally whisper, opening your eyes to look over at Harry. He looks back, a pained look on his face. It killed him that out of everyone in this room, the one to know the exact date he got a girl pregnant, was you. 

“Thank you, Ms Y/L/N.” Harry’s lawyer jots down the timeline you gave him, making note of it. Harry continues to look at you so you give him a small smile. You would remember that day for the rest of your life. Even if all of this hadn’t happened. That day was when you and Harry had gotten into the worst argument you’d ever been in. He was gone all the time, you were home, you missed him and he just kept putting off coming home. 

You eventually said he had to make more time for you or the next time he did manage to come home you wouldn’t be there. He came home two days later with a handful of roses and an apology on his tongue for the mistakes he’d made but never got out and instead pretended his slip up never occurred. 

“While we won’t decide anything officially until after paternity is established, have either of you thought about what you would like to do? Co-parenting, adoption, signing over custody to the other?” Her lawyers question made Harry finally look away from you and make eye contact for the first time with ‘her’. You look down at your hands, picking at your nails. 

“He can have it.” The words seemed to come out of her mouth without even a seconds thought. It made even you look up at her. And there she was, as gorgeous as she may be, her clear dislike towards the child growing in her stomach made her disgusting. And the fact that she slept with a man she knew very well was taken. 

“You don’t care at all?” You find yourself asking and all eyes move towards you. “It’s a baby, not a fucking dog.” She rolls her eyes at you and leans back in her chair as she crosses her arms over her chest. 

“Either way, I don’t want to keep it. So either he takes care of it or we adopt it out.” She looks away from you and to Harry. “Which is it?” You glance over at Harry then and see that he had a bewildered look on his face as if he was seeing this girl for the first time. 

“You really don’ care?” He questions her and you all watch as she gives a shake of her head. “Then if I am the father then yes, I will take care of him or her. I won’ let you send my child into foste’ care jus’ because you won’ take responsibility for what’s happened. I had to, I had to break the hear’ of the love of my life because of wha’ we did and you don’ even care. You’re actin’ like we’re deciding on who gets the car we bought together,” 

“We made a mistake, Harry, let’s just figure this all out and move on.” She rolls her eyes again, uncrossing her arms to tap her nails of one hand along the top of the table. Harry shakes his head, clearly disgusted by her attitude, as were you. Maybe it was good she didn’t want to raise this baby, any child to grow up under her care would be doomed. Though foster care may not be the best option either but it wasn’t up to you. You were just an outsider here to hold the hand of the father. 

“Let’s end this for today. We will get a paternity test scheduled for as soon as possible and then meet again when we get the results.” It was still so tense and awkward in here and you didn’t even wait for the lawyers and Harry to finish their handshakes and to discuss going about doing the test, you stand from your seat and leave the room. 

“Nice choice in affairs, Harry.” You comment later when he joins you out in the hallway. He groans, both of his hands pushing through his hair, pushing it back and off of his forehead. 

“She was much more tolerable while drunk.” You couldn’t help but give a small laugh even against your better judgement. Harry, however, didn’t even so much as smile. He drops his hands from his hair and looks at you, a tired, exhausted and worn down look on his face. He even had a small pout forming on his pink and perfect lips. “Thank you for being here with me.” 

“I said I would, now let’s go get some food and then we can watch some shitty movie on netflix and just.. relax for a little while, yeah?”

“I won’ relax until we ge’ the results back.” He mutters but reaches out for your hand anyway. You allow him to take it, not realizing until the two of you were already heading out of the building and towards the car, that holding hands shouldn’t be something you still did like this. You don’t hold hands with your ex but it had been so natural and normal for him to hold your hand that you knew it just kind of happened by reflex. 

As soon as the two of you had arrived home, Harry fell onto the couch with his face in his hands and gave a large sigh. You sat beside him, biting at your lower lip and unsure of what to say to him. 

“When do you go to do the test?” You eventually ask, breaking the silence that surrounded you. 

“He’ll call me in the mornin’ to le’ me know. Should be in the nex’ day or two though.” He says, not lifting his hands from his face. 

“Are you really going to take full custody of the baby?” Your head was spinning with all of this and you so desperately wanted a nap but you said you would be here for Harry so until you knew he was okay you would stay right here with him. 

“Can we jus’ not talk abou’ it for awhile?” He finally looks over at you. You picked up on the bags under his eyes, the dark circles forming from lack of sleep and hundreds of shed tears. He clearly was exhausted, both emotionally and physically and seemed to need a nap just as much as you did. 

“Right. Of course.” You nod. “You look like you need a nap.” You tell him, reaching over to brush his hair from his forehead but you withdraw your hand quickly once you realize what you’d done. 

“I don’ know why you’re still here,” He whispers, his back falling against the cushions of the couch and looks over at you. “You are amazing.” You give a small laugh, falling back beside him. 

“And why is that?” You question him. He looks over at you, smiling. 

“You’re still here.” He looks at you like he was simply amazed by this fact, and he was. “You don’ have to still be here for me and somehow you still are.” He reaches over and slowly takes your hand, searching your face to make sure that this was okay. You give him a smile, gripping at his hand. 

“I can’t forgive you, Harry, I probably never will, but I still care for you enough to be here for you when you need me.” 

“I don’ deserve for you to be here with me still.” He releases your hand and instead reaches out to rest an arm across your shoulders. You hesitate for a second but then the exhaustion truly hits you. Sure, you’d only been up for a few hours but you had been sleeping so little the last few weeks and the meeting today took a lot of emotional stress out of you so you allow him to pull you against his chest. “I love you.” He whispered it hoping you wouldn’t hear but then also did hope you heard it and would say it back. 

“Harry,” You sigh and go to pull away but his arm tightens around your shoulders and he mirrors your sigh. 

“I know, I know,” He mutters, resting his head against yours once you finally relax into his arms. “I don’ forgive me either, but tha’ doesn’ mean I can’ at leas’ make sure you know you’re still my entire world and tha’ I love you with all my hear’.” You will the tears to stay away as you listen to Harry speak, burying your face in his shirt. You wrap an arm across his torso, giving a sigh. 

“Let’s just stop talking and take a nap.” You instead suggest. You couldn’t do this again. You couldn’t keep having this same round about conversation of him still loving you, of you being hurt, of him having a baby with someone else and you never being able to forgive him. For tonight, you just wanted to forget about it all and pretend everything was okay as you lay in his arms. 

“Sounds good to me.” He answers, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to the top of your head, his other arm wrapping tight around you. He gives a small smile, the first real one in weeks as everything left his mind and he listened to your breathing even out as you drifted off. Right here, like this, he could pretend everything was okay, at least for a little while.