the number seven

Seven

Originally posted by jinyoungot7

Title: Seven.

Pairing: None; 8th member of GOT7.

Summary: Jiyie favorite number is seven.

W.C: 2762 words.

A/N: Jiyie is born! (literally and figuratively)

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     «WHERE THE FUCK ARE JACKSON AND MARK WITH THE CAKE?!»

     Youngjae almost fell from the chair and Jinyoung had to hold him before he ended up throwing down the decorations that had takem them so long to put on; and Bambam got so startled and his first institc was a sudden movement with his arm, which, unfortunately, hitted Yugyeom, who was drinking water, and made him spill a bit right on their (now ruined) piece of art.

     «Oh sh-»

     Yugyeom and Bambam looked at each other, then to the draw, then to each other again, their lifes flashing in front of their eyes.

     «Something happened?»Jinyoung asked, noticing with the corner of his eye that the younger ones stopped with their job. Immediately, the two of them threw themselves above the banner, trying to covering it with their bodies.

     «Nothing.»

      «Why are you stopping?! We need to finish that!» Bambam and Yugyeom hold their breathes when Jaebum walked to them, frowning. «What do you think you’re doing?»

     They were screwed up.

     «Nothing.»

     «It’s so? Well, what about if you stop doing nOTHING and continue with that?!»

     «Uhm…About that…» Yugyeom glanced to Bambam, who shook his head violently as soon he saw Yugyeom’s intentions.

     «Don’t.» Bambam whispered, but unfortunately, he was loud enough to be heard by Jaebum.

     «Don’t what?» The youngers shared panicked stares, trying to talk to each other by telepathy. However, Jaebum guessed was going on before they could think of a way to escape from that. «Yugyeom. Bambam. Get off the banner.»

     «Jaebum hyung, you know everything happens for a reason, right?»

     «Get. off. the. banner.»

     And that was the beginning of an exchange of blows between the two maknaes and their leader for the custody of the big cartel. Bambam and Yugyeom were doing their best to resist, but Jaebum was stronger than the two of them, and managed taking over the cartel. Jaebum’s gap as soon he saw the “little” slip of the two youngers was so loud that Jinyoung and Youngjae couldn’t help but turning their heads.

     «WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST DID?!» The oldest among them shouted, looking totally horrified. Jinyoung and Youngjae approached to see what they were being so loud for, and whey they found out, they didn’t take long to react the same way.

     «IT WAS A ACCIDENT, HYUNG.» Yugyeom excuse, but after hiding behind Bambam.

     «This is precisely why I said we should just lock Bambam and Yugyeom in the closet.» Jinyoung complained as he crossed her arms, shooking his head in disbelief.

     “WE LITERALLY GAVE YOU THE EASIEST THING TO DO, AND YOU STILL MESSED UP?»

     «Well.. It could be worse…» Youngjae intervened, trying to save the day for the youngers of the team.

     «wORSE MY ASS. What are we going to do now?! We don’t have time to do another one!» Jaebum ranted, ruffling his own hair, stressed. «And all of this becasue tWO persons are unable to do things riGHT.»

     «HEY, DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.» Bambam replied, suddenly feeling on the defensive. «AND BESIDES, IT WASN’T TOTALLY OUR FAULT.”

     «Who were the ones in charge of the banner, Bambam? WHO WERE THE ONES?»

     «WELL MAYBE IF SOMEONE HAD NOT BEEN SCREAMING ALL THIS TIME I WOULDN’T HAVE PUSHED YUGYEOM AND HE HADN’T SPILLED WATER ON THE BANNER AND NOW IT WOULDN’T BE RUINED.»

     Yugyeom, Youngjae and Jinyoung quickly disappeared after Bambam said that, returning to their activities. They already knew how that would end.

     «Excuse me, I think I misheard you. Could you repeat that?»

     And Bambam was really about to do it, but then he noticed Jaebum clenching his jaw, and he immediately knew in what he just got himself immersed.

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     «hEY WASSUP SORRY FOR BEING LAT…»

     Jackson stopped his sentence, because the image of Jaebum being in the top of Bambam and practically choking him was, by far, more interesting that whatever he got to say.

     He turned back and looked at Mark, who was right behind him, and after a few seconds of silence, they just walked in, not even minding the two fighting in the middle of the living room.

     The decoration was already done. Almost all the house was arrenged brightly with balloons and colored streamers. They were a lot of hanging stickers of triangles, stars, and flashy and vivid images stick on the wall. Everything was perfect.

     Well, maybe not everything.

     Jackson approached to the nearest table, and left a big box while Mark greeted the rest of the boys and then asked:

     «What did Bambam do this time?»

     «Practically ruined the banner.» Jinyoung answered, pointing the so discussed banner hanged on the wall. It would look really cool if it wasn’t by the big water stain sprayed in the center.

     «Oh, dudeeee!» Jackson whined. “And it was turning so cute!»

     «Why i’m not even surprised?» Mark muttered, sighing along with Jinyoung.

     «Mark hyung! Jackson! You finally came!» It seemed like Bambam’s torture session was finally finished, because Jaebum was now walking to them. If they peeked behind him, they could found Yugyeom touching with his feet an inert Bambam. Guess he was already dead. «Please tell me you bring the lemon pie safe and sound.»

     Only a look at the foreign’s faces was needed to know that Jaebum’s wishes weren’t coming true.

     «Oh, Jesus Christ…»

     «In my defense.» Mark cleared his throat. «It was Jackson’s fault.»

     «HEY!» Jackson hitted Mark on his shoulder. «You said we’ll asume the fault together!»

     «Well, not anymore.»

     «What did happened, exactly?» Jinyoung asked instead, since Jaebum was so busy having a mental breakdown to talk.

     «I’ll make it short. Jackson sat on the pie.»

     «BY ACCIDENT.»

     «By accident.»

     «… You know what I’m not even asking why did you sat on the pie in first place. It is edible at least?»

     «hE PUTTED ON MY SEAT AND I DIDN’T SAW IT LEAVE ME ALO-»

     «I think so, but the presentation…» Mark hissed while glancing to the box, which, by the way, looked a bit sloopy.

     «I’m quitting.» Jaebum announced out of blue, throwing himself on the couch, burying his face into a pillow. «This is a mess. We are a mess.»

     «Oh, come on! Look at the bright side!» Jackson tried to cheer him, sitting next to him. «At least we have something, that is better than nothing!»

     «BUT WHAT WE HAVE IS AWFUL»

     «Well, It can’t get any worse, right?»

     And by a irony of the universe, almost like if was mocking him, a second after he said that, he doorbell sound filled all the house, being followed by a monotone voice from behind of the door they recognized perfectly:

     «I forgot my keys.»

     Jiyie had arrived.

     «OMG SHE IS HERE.»

     «QUICK GET EVERYTHING.»

     «WAIT ARE WE REALLY DOING THIS?»

     «I DIDN’T WAKE UP AT 5 A.M TO PUT ALL THIS DAMN DECORATIONS FOR NOTHING SO YES WE’RE DOING IT.»

     «STOP SCREAMING SHE COULD HEAR US.»

     «I’M NOT SCREAMING I’M WHISPERING LOUDLY.»

     «WERE ARE THE PARTY HATS????»

     «AND WHAT ARE WE DOING WITH THIS…?”

     «GIVE ME THAT. IF THAT’S EDIBLE IT WORKS. NOW BRING ME THE CANDLES.»

     «SOMEONE TURN THE LIGHTS OFF!»

     «WAIT NOT YE-»

     It took aproximately three minutes to arrange the last details, two minutes to light up the candles, and another one to all of them to hide, and when they finally were ready, the realized one more thing.

     «She doesn’t have keys!»

     «sOmEoNe Go OpEn HeR!»

     Bambam was the one, but he couldn’t saw anything because the lights were off, so it took to him two minutes to get to the door. And if that’s wasnt the best part, he was supposed to run back quickly after opening the door to surprise her, but when he started running he tripped over something and ended falling on his face.

     «SURPRISE!»

     And now, let’s take a moment to appreciate almost all the GOT7′s members firing confeiti cannons, (except Youngjae, because, well, he was holding the lemon pie, which was another whole mess) with party hats poorly positioned on their heads and the most awkward smiles on their faces as they looked their only female member at the door. And Bambam getting confetti all over him while whimpering on the floor. 

     Jaebum, who was near to Bambam, subtly kicked at him to make him stand up.

     Lame? Totally. They cared? Not at this point.

     Could get worse? Oh, yes.

     «… What are you doing?»

     The boys looked at each other, already panicking. That question wasn’t in their plan.

     «Eh… A birthday party for our lovely, cute, precious, amazing and favorite Jiyie in the world?» Jackson was the only one brave enought to speak for them, and also to approach her and putting a party hat on her head as well.

     Jiyie let him doing it in such an oppressive silence that made all the members contain their breaths, and when she finally got the hat on her head, she asked the big question who left all of them speechless.

     «Today is my birthday?»

     Come on, she couldn’t be asking. She really cOULDN’T BE.

     «Jiyie-ah… Today is 18th.» Youngjae spoke this time.

     Jiyie remained silent, looking like a lost puppy in a park as she stared at the amorphous mass that Youngjae was handing to her. The boys didn’t got a chance to actually see how ruined was the pie, and now they did it, they couldn’t be more horrified.

     That thing shouldn’t be allowed to be called a “pie” in first place.

     Well, at least the candles were cute.

     The atmosphere was getting thicker and suffocating. No one was saying a single word. They were just looking at Jiyie, trying to read something from that unexpressive face of hers, but, as expected, they couldn’t see nothing more than indifference.

     But when Jaebum was about so speak, Jiyie just literally walked in, entering to the living room and leaving him standing in. They all frowned. What was she trying to do now?

     They practically ran after her and then found it; she was looking at the decorations. 

     «That… Don’t look at that.» Jaebum told her after Jiyie stopped right in front of the so cursed banner, staring at it carefully. «That’s from… Bambam and Yugyeom… They splashed water on it by accident.»

     «By accident, UiUi!» Bambam emphasized.

     «We didn’t mean it…» Yugyeom pouted.

     But Jiyie wasn’t listening to them. She was more focused on tracing with her fingers the draw. 

     It was them. All the eight members together. It was still watery and the lines were blurred due to the water, but Jiyie could recognize the members perfectly. She saw Yugyeom’s mole, Bambam’s thick lips, Jaebum’s eyes that were practically two horizontal lines, Jinyoung’s eye bags, Youngjae’s wide smile, Mark’s jawline, and Jackson’s exaggeratedly big muscles. And above the draw, in yellow letters and purple background, it said:

     “To the Nation’s blunt, China’s treasure and GOT7′s not so baby: Jiyie Svetlana Wong. Let’s hope for more years together.”

     «This is for me?» She asked, facing them again.

     «I… I know this is an awful birthday party.» Jaebum spoke, since nobody could. «We wanted to make something nice for you, but it ended turning out bad… I’m so so…»

     But before he could finish his sentence, Jiyie’s eyes filled with tears, who quickly runned down her face.

     «Ji-Jiyie?!» All the members exalted immediately. Damn, they knew it was bad, but they didn’t thought it was that bad.

     «OH MY GOD JIYI» Jackson didn’t think twice before literally bend over and hit his head in the floor, bowing. «I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO RUIN YOUR LEMON PIE. I ACCIDENTALY SAT ON IT BUT I PROMISE I’LL BUY YOU ANOTHER ONE. WE CAN GO RIGHT NOW IF YOU WANT TO.»

     «I’ll also buy you one! It was kinda my fault that Jackson ruined it, we can buy you two instead!» Mark commented, suddenly feeling guilty.

     «YAH YOU SNAKE. YOU’RE SUCH A FAKE HOE.»

     «SHUT UP JACKSON THAT’S NOT WHAT MATTERS HERE.»

     «We-we also could make you another draw, UiUi! Right, Yugyeom?» Bambam said, poking Yugyeom and making him aboard of the guilt train too.

     «OOh, Y-yeah! Of course! That wasn’t so good to start with, we will make you one better!»

     «I’m so sorry, Jiyie! It was my fault, I let this happen, but i’ll make it up for you! Seriously, I’ll do anything, you just need to ask for it, ok?» Jaebum insisted, with his heart breaking in little pieces as the girl’s tears didn’t stop. «But, please, don’t cr…»

     «Why are you apologizing for?»

     The boys shut up as soon Jiyie spoke. They wondered if they heard right. Jiyie was frowning while staring at them. If it wasn’t by the non-stopping and quite obvious tears all on her face, they wouldn’t even think something was wrong with her.

     «Is not… I’m not… This is so…» Jiyie was struggling to talk. She said a fer words, she interrumpted herself at the middle, and she tried to say something else, but that procces repeated incesantly. It seemed like she wasn’t able to put her thoughts in order. She kept going on until Jinyoung came over to her, carefully putting a hand on her shoulders.

     «What’s wrong, Jiyie?» He asked, patiently, trying to calm her down as well. She shook her head, visibly upset, and then she said:

     «Seven.»

     «Seven?» Jaebum asked, speaking what was on everyone’s minds. «Seven what?»

     «This. Seven.» Jiyie repeated, as if that cleared the things. «This is so seven.»

     And then, more tears came from her face. And they understood.

     Jiyie’s favorite number is seven.

     She wasn’t crying because she was sad, or upset. She was crying because she was so overwhelmed with love.

     She didn’t care if the cake wasn’t edible, or if the decorations weren’t the best; the only fact of her members caring enough to try to make her a birthday party was enough for her to burst into tears.

     «Oh, boy, and I thought we were screwed.» Youngjae was the one who laughed, breaking the suffocating silence. Leaving the pie on the table, he got closer to Jiyie, just to cup her face and give her a kiss on her forehead. «If you’re so happy there is no need to cry!» He said, offering her the brightest smile he had.

     «Thanks for making this, really…»

     «You don’t need to thank us neither, silly!» He laughed again. «This is the least we can do for you. Right, hyungs?» Youngjae turned to the other members, inciting them to talk. They were so self-absorbed with the portray of Jiyie crying they took a time to finally speak.

     «Of course!» Yugyeom agreed, nodding his head repeatedly. «We do this because we love you, Jiyie!»

     «This is not even worthy of what you deserve!» Jackson said, quickly standing up.

     «Jackson is right. You deserve more than this pathetic party, Jiyie-ah.» Mark chuckled with a soft smile.

     «This is not pathetic…» She said, frowning.

     «Oh, Jiyie, you are the only one who can be happy with something like this.» Bambam laughed as well. «If I were you, I would already be kicking myself out of this family.»

     «How can’t I be happy? You take your time in effort for doing this…I, I…» Jiyie sobbed again, attempting with cry even harder. «I don’t know how to make you know how grateful I am… I will pay you for this. I promise.»

     «You don’t need to do that.» Jaebum spoke, carefully taking her hands between his. «I don’t want you to think you own us something. We did this because we wanted to, because you’re important to us. And if you’re ok with this, then that’s all that matters.» With one hand, he wipped the tears from Jiyie’s face. «Happy birthday, Jiyie.»

     «But, stil…»

     «You know how can you pay us?» Jinyoung talked, earning a lot of warning looks from the rest of the members, but they disappeared as soon he said: «With a smile. A big one.»

     «Oh, you’re right.» Mark nodded, playing along. «I won’t be satisfied until you smile.»

     «Tears doesn’t suit you, Jiyie. Gucci does.»

     «And happiness too!”

     «So, what about it?» Jaebum questioned, slightly afraid to be risking it too much.

     But, surprising them, Jiyie smiled. It wasn’t the biggest smile she had, but it do was the softest, purest, and meaningful smile she could ever have. And that was enough to make all the boys melt.

     «Something like this?»

     «Yes. Just like that.»

when tony was 17 and missing his best friend, he decided he needed to have someone around to always keep him company. tony built his first ai, told his dad it was just a helper bot, but to tony dum-e will always be a friend.

when tony was 22 and busy with running a company, he saw the dejected way dum-e hung his claw low whenever was left alone in the lab. tony built his second ai and gave dum-e a brother, so he and u would always have someone even when tony wasn’t around.

when tony was 25 and his butler retired, he figured he could never be too old to have someone always watching his back. tony built his third ai and named him after the man who raised him. he couldn’t hug jarvis the way he used to hug edwin, but the system’s watchful eyes and gentle voice made tony feel warm all the same.

when tony was 30 and needed to take his mind off of the stress from his job, he thought it wouldn’t hurt to be overprepared. over the next several years tony built his fourth, fifth, and sixth ai’s – friday, jocasta, and tadashi – friends who would always be ready to help out if he ever needed to call them up.

when tony was 45 and suffering from panic attacks and nightmares of wormholes and aliens, he resolved to keep the world safe in the best way he knew how. tony built his seventh ai with a little help from bruce, a peacekeeping entity he could trust to watch over the earth and prevent threats from hurting humans. but there were outside factors that tony couldn’t control, couldn’t account for – a vengeful witch and a cosmic stone – and ultron became unlucky number seven, a murder bot that twisted around all the values that tony ever stood for.

tony decided he shouldn’t write another ai program again.

but then.

when tony was 46 and trying to keep his found family from falling apart, he met a brilliant and ambitious kid who had all the potential in the world. an enhanced teenage boy passionate about protecting his neighborhood, his people, his world, but was running around wearing a homemade onesie. so tony figured, what the hell, he could help. tony built his eighth ai, a companion for the friendly neighborhood spider-man, who could guide the boy along, watch over him, and act as another friend (because you can never have too many friends). peter named her karen.

Seventh tattoo! Took me three years since my last one to get it but it was worth the wait. The Raven Cycle became my favorite series last year. The story, the characters, the endless resources for memes… it makes me happy. @maggie-stiefvater and all the articles she writes, how she tells stories, really inspires me and meeting her at Hal-Con last year definitely helped my own writing and got me motivated again. Thank you for this quote and for putting Henry Cheng in book 4. I might be afraid of many things, but that isn’t going to stop me from being happy. (Tattoo done by Becky M)

listen ok. so there’s that typical horror trope about the family and the haunted house and yadda yadda.

but like, have a movie where this family has gone through many haunted houses before, to the point where they move into this new one and are like ‘okay. fresh start number seven.’ and then basically throughout the movie avoid and deflect any typical horror event from the house like it’s no big deal. 

something’s under the teen girl’s bed? she takes a can of bug spray and some chloroform and uses that shit on the demon creature without turning an eye from whoever she was texting. mom’s cooking and the family’s nowhere to be found? weird creaking noises? she sighs and continues cooking. family comes through the back door later with some blood on them and carrying a few hockey masks. mom doesn’t question it. family looks exhausted and irritated. younger brother walks into his room to find the dog trapped in the wardrobe, wardrobe unable to open? seeping dark smoke and gross liquids? move it and throw some salt around that thang and kick in the back of the wardrobe. dog hops out with a scoff and trots to the door of the room and down the stairs. a shadow follows. lots of growling and snarling and scuffling. a shadow runs fuckin outie back down the hall in fear. dad is in the garage working in the car. car shuts it’s doors and locks them. he is unable to get out. he sighs and starts the car. might as well go get groceries.

family don’t give a fuck.

Jack and Bitty do a livestream

 I have no explanation for why they would end up doing this, but it’s probably the fact that Bitty’s viewers keep asking questions anyway, so Bitty just decides (after asking Jack) to do a livestream Q&A with his viewers.

  • Jack is nervous because he’s so bad at interviews. he doesn’t want to go into robot mode in front of all of Bitty’s viewers.
  • (there are also a bunch of curious Falcs fans watching this thing but he doesn’t really think about them because they already know how boring he is at interviews)
  • so it’s just these two sitting on Jack’s couch reading questions off of the livestream chat and Bitty’s instagram. Bitty does his cue little intro and Jack is next to him, nervous, and gives a shy little “Hello” and the live chat has decided that that was Adorable
  • “how are we going to read all of these, the chat is going to fast”
  • “we’ll put it on slow mode, baby. and some of them are going to be from my instagram”
  • and once the questions start, they kind of catch him off guard. not in a bad way. he just wasn’t expecting answering them to be this easy
  • (but then again, these questions are about Bittle. he loves talking about Bittle)

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Lorien Legacies Series Suggested Reading Order
  • Here is (what I would consider) the ideal order to read the Lorien Legacies series, for both new readers and those looking to reread it.
  • 1. I Am Number Four: book 1
  • 2. Six's Legacy: novella 1
  • 3. The Power of Six: book 2
  • 4. Nine's Legacy: novella 2
  • 5. The Fallen Legacies: novella 3
  • 6. The Rise of Nine: book 3
  • 7. The Last Days of Lorien: novella 5
  • 8. The Search for Sam: novella 4
  • 9. The Forgotten Ones: novella 6
  • 10. The Fall of Five: book 4
  • 11. Five's Legacy: novella 7
  • 12. Five's Betrayal: novella 9
  • 13. Return to Paradise: novella 8
  • 14. The Revenge of Seven: book 5
  • 15. The Fugitive: novella 10
  • 16. The Navigator: novella 11
  • 17. The Guard: novella 12
  • 18. The Fate of Ten: book 6
  • 19. Legacies Reborn: novella 13
  • 20. Last Defense: novella 14
  • 21. Hunt for the Garde: novella 15
  • 22. United as One: book 7
Seven Seconds in Heaven

Words: 5.8k
Genre: Angst, Fluff, smidgen of Smut
Summary: In the moment of your death, Heaven drops the hammer of punishment; making him travel back in time to relive memories that can never be changed. Seven memories. Seven minutes in each. Seven seconds before they are ripped away. 
Warning: Mentions of death and other sensitive things. Tread carefully.

Cr.

It’s another argument.

He is helpless. Frustrated. He’s caught in a blind rage that doesn’t allow him to understand why you said the things you said, why you did the things you did but then the words spew out of his lips without mercy. When the tears cloud your eyes and you rip your gaze away from him, before he can even utter ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it’, you had already said in the calmest voice-

“We are not doing this here.”

Without looking once back, you ran ahead of him, picking up the pace as much your legs could muster while leaving Jin behind you, feeling helpless and frustrated. He watches as your form disappears meters ahead, amongst the crowds as the glow of the street lamps cast shadows on the pavement; they laugh mockingly at him and follow like tails as he begins to race.

“Y/N. Y/N! Y/N, wait!”

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I’m gonna tell you a couple things that I personally love about Canada! One, Poutine! Number two, maple syrup! Number three, Michael Buble! Number four, Jim Carey! Number five, those big moose things! Number six, Michael Buble riding on a moose thing! Number seven, Michael Buble riding a moose thing eating poutine! Number eight, Michael Buble covered in maple syrup riding a moose thing eating poutine to the sound of ‘Oh, Canada!’ What number are we at? Eight, we did eight. Number nine is you!
—  Harry giving the Poutine 2.0 speech in Toronto
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(…)

Harry: (stop singing/yelling a song) Now… there are three things… theres…there’s more than three things that we love most about Canada. One…poutine! Two…poutine!! Three…wot

Liam: Protein!

Harry:  Three…no, poutine was one and two, this is number three. Number three is…P O U T I N E!!!!!! (crowd screams) Number four… (laughs) poutine! Number five, syrup. (yelling) NUMBER SIX SYRUP ON POUTINE!!! (screaming) Number seven and the one we love most of all, is every single one of you! Shhhh!!! Number eight, you and syrup on POUTINE! (screaming) That’s what I’m talkin’ about!!! 

Liam: You should… (something intelligible)

Harry: I really wanna mic drop, but I won’t, ‘cause they’re expensive.

Liam: Are you gonna run for president?

Harry: No! There’s not a chance, ‘cuz I don’t know what I’m talkin about! 

Liam: I still think you should, I’m convinced!

Harry: (screaming) Nine (looks at the flag) THIS FLAG, ON YOU, ON SYRUP, ON POUTINE!!!! MAKE SOME NOISE FOR CANADA!!!

Liam: You’ve gotta have a ten, you’ve gone through nine now you’ve gotta have a ten!

Harry : (scream)TEN! 

Liam: Ten! Us on syrup on poutine on… (gets lost) something else

Harry: Ten is (pick the moose on the floor) THIS MOOSE, ON THIS FLAG, ON YOU, ON SYRUP, ON POUTINE!!! Make some noise for the moose! (screaming to a fan) Which one d’you want, the moose or the flag or the syrup?  

Liam: Or the poutine?

Harry: Or the poutine? You can have the moose and the flag. (throws the moose and the flag to a fan) Ohhhh I’m hyped. Oooh I’m hyped. (start to do some weird moves)

Liam: (says someting intelligible to Harry)

*Harry and Liam start to dance and hum Rocky theme song*

Niall: tell em you’re gonna be president

Harry: (screaming, out of his mind) ROCKY!!! On the moose, riding on the moose, into this place on the moose, this is Rocky, he’s on the moose, he’s on his back, wrapped in a flag, covered in poutine, on the syrup, there’s syrup everywhere!!!

Niall : (laughing)Harry!

Harry: There’s lots of syrup everywhere! Rocky waits, the moose is gone… (get lost) 

Niall: Michael Buble!

Louis: That is passion!

Harry :  MICHAEL BUBLE! (is confused) Michael Buble on the shoulders of Rocky, wrapped in a flag, on a moose, riding in here, covered in syrup, on poutine, and you’re all everywhere watching the whole bit go down. 

Liam : I’m confused

Harry:  It’s gone too far, I’ve confused myself… this is story of my life, please sing along.  xx

Something’s Gotta Give

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Style: One-Shot

Warnings: Angst, language, smut!!!!! (NSFW, 18+!)

Word Count: 3K

Summary: You’ve been filming Infinity War over the past 8+ months and for whatever reason, you cannot stand the sight of Christopher Robert Evans. But on a cold winter’s night, stuck in a cabin for “mandatory bonding”, you and Chris work out your issues…physically. Includes cameos of our favorite super-dorks Seb, Tom, Scar & Mackie!

A/N: OK, so Chris is a bit of an ass here. But there’s always been this small little part of me that thinks he has a dark side… he can’t be fluffy and loving all the time, right? ;) I also haven’t written smut in like YEARS so please don’t come @ me just enjoy, OK? Also, dedicated to the love of my life @dolangram because she inspires me daily to be a better writer and also just a better person. ILY forever <3 Enjoy! (Gif not mine)

Originally posted by lovelynemesis

You couldn’t stand him. Literally, every single thing he did put you on edge. Every time he breathed. Every time he spoke. Every time he laughed so fucking hard he clutched his chest and threw his beautiful blonde head back, unable to breathe. And now, here you were. Stuck with him for a full 24 hours in a snowed-in cabin. What. The. Hell.

“Oh this is going to be such fun.” You hear Tom say from the corner of the room, rubbing his hands together after setting his bags down on the floor. 

“Whose idea was it to do this again?” You mumbled, more to yourself than to anyone in particular.

“Cheer up, doll, it’s the last time we’ll all be together like this for a while. It’s supposed to be fun.” Your best friend grinned at you, slinging his bulky arm across your shoulders and ruffling your hair.

“Seb!” You grunt at the weight of him, shoving him off you. “Knock it off.”

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