this turned out really good if i do say so myself

Update: Jonghyun’s official suicide letter has been upload. Please read at your own discretion. I don’t know how long I will have this up, but I felt for those not up to date should see this.  I am tagging everyone because this is something real and something that everyone, even kpop stars go through….

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Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: SMUTTT

A/n: Ben’s first time!!!!! okay so the idea for this fic was brought to me by the wonderful @baensolo ! love u

Ben’s steps were hurried but contained to scuffing along the marble floors. His mother kept a sturdy pace, as well as his uncle, but they both had considerably smaller strides than him, leaving him in an awkward rushed walk that could only be taken in half-steps.

“Did you hear what your uncle said, Ben?” His mother raised a brow at him, continuing to walk.

“…I have to be on my best behaviour?” He guessed. His ears had tuned out the monotonous flow of instructions in favour of focusing on the lavish architecture of the Senate building of Chandrilla. The art that hang off the tall walls detailed in chronological order the Old Republic, then its fall, continuing to the Jedi Order and so on.

Luke stopped walking, placing his hands on his nephew’s shoulders.

“All you really need to know is that the Senator needs a good bodyguard. If you can be that for her, your mother and I will be very happy.”

Ben shrugged. “Piece of cake.”

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Go See ‘Call Me by Your Name’

For a richer experience (re: more gifs and examples), read the review on medium.com.

The film is beautiful in every sense of the word and as both actors have put it, is an earnest story of first love, coming of age, vulnerability, sexual awakening, and so much more

I’m aching to see Call Me by Your Name again (update: I have). I am so enamored by the screenplay, the direction, the cinematography, the soundtrack, but most of all the actors. All of them are marvelous in their roles but the dynamic between Armie (Oliver) and Timothée (Elio) as well as the way Michael (Mr. Perlman) and Amira (Annella) carried themselves, just unf, so fucking good.

The acting in this film has so many levels, from Timothée Chalamet’s emotional rawness to Armie Hammer’s control of tone and nuanced facial expressions to the final monologue performed by Michael Stuhlbarg.

It was so refreshing and captivating to watch all of the characters interact with one another. I honestly don’t believe the film would be what it is without the cast. They delivered the story of Call Me by Your Name by André Aciman in ways that far exceeded my expectations. There are parts of the film that differ from the novel but I kind of appreciate Luca Guadagnino’s & James Ivory’s decisions to have the film stand apart from being an exact retelling of the novel.

There are dozens of scenes from this film that are memorable, that made me bite my lower lip, that made my heart ache. Moments where I laughed unexpectedly and felt safe, and moments where I felt like I was reliving a vulnerable experience.

I love films that can do this to me despite the emotional and psychological toll they can have.They delivered the story of Call Me by Your Name by André Aciman in ways that far exceeded my expectations (having read the novel and not being a fan of it almost a decade ago). There are parts of the film that differ from the novel but I kind of appreciate Luca Guadagnino’s & James Ivory’s decisions to have the film stand apart from being an exact retelling of the novel. 

There are dozens of scenes from this film that are memorable, that made me bite my lower lip, that made my heart ache. Moments where I laughed unexpectedly and felt safe, and moments where I felt like I was reliving a vulnerable experience.

I love films that can do this to me despite the emotional and psychological toll they can have.

Aftermath of the Peach 

This scene stood out because the film ‘went there’ but it’s also where Elio goes through an array of emotions: being aroused to feeling embarrassed to feeling ashamed and there’s that word again, left vulnerable in front of Oliver. What I love about this scene is that Oliver immediately understands and stops joking around, embraces him, and then holds him. 

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It was such a beautiful and tender scene and one that resonates with me strongly, for having lived moments where I was that vulnerable and my lover at the time held me but also because it made me remember the times where I didn’t have anyone or the person I wanted to make me feel safe didn’t and I was forced to deal with feeling raw by myself.

This is something the film constantly has me doing: remembering moments where my expectations were met and weren’t. Having me sway back and forth between content and melancholy, and where that might sound like torment, I appreciate the effect the film has on me.

Elio’s Spot

Another phenomenal scene where Chalamet’s ability to be a vulnerable and portray a sentiment we all can understand and even appreciate is when the two are in Elio’s secret spot, standing in the cool waters of the spring and this dialogue occurs:

I am notorious for downplaying compliments, it’s an awful habit, and the way this scene was shot and acted just had me nodding my head.  I haven’t resonated so closely with a character in so long that having it played in front of me I found myself completely stunned and in awe.

That Cheesy Moment

Of course I’d mention this scene where Oliver, with his hand on Elio’s face, whispers: “Call me by your name and I’ll call you by mine.

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I distinctly remember my face scowling and rolling my eyes whenever I saw this clip play in the trailer. A tiny but commanding voice in my head going, “Ugh, cheesy”, but the build up to this scene and having it finally unravel I found myself blushing. I could feel myself turn pink with excitement and my jaded self eroding away to allow for beautiful and romantic moments to happen without scorn.

Like, getting real with y’all here, but I can’t find the words to perfectly explain the importance and beauty of this scene but know that it’s so much more intense than what the trailers show.

The way Eroticism is portrayed

One criticism the film receives is that there isn’t a full-on sex scene and not going to lie, where it’d be nice, I’m relieved. I’m glad there isn’t a full-on scene where one of them has their legs up in the air and the other is thrusting and grunting. Why? Because they handled it so much better, far better than a sex scene would’ve been.

A good chunk of the novel, and the film, revolves around nuances and subtlety in both the way Elio and Oliver speak to one another but also the way in which they touch one another. 

Here’s some examples…

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I find all these moments where the two are stealing glances at one another, finding excuses to be close, or even touch to be some of the most erotic moments of the entire film. These scenes aren’t trying to be sexy, they just are and they leave the viewer feeling intoxicated, eager to see what happens next.

There’s one particular moment, just before the two have sex (off-camera), that just shows Luca knows what the fuck he’s doing as a director.

Elio and Oliver are sitting next to each other on a bed, both of them not entirely sure how to go about this. Slowly Elio moves his foot on top of Oliver’s, to which he responds, “What are you doing?” and a nervous Elio bashfully laughs “Nothing…” We then see Oliver move his other foot on top of Elio’s and plays with his toes while asking him, “Does this make you happy? You aren’t going to have a nosebleed are you?” which breaks the tension and eases Elio’s nerves.

When this scene played out I was astonished by how cute, intimate, but more importantly suspenseful and erotic the scene was. You could feel the sexual tension between the two in your own bones and I can remember my heart beating faster with anticipation, a lump in my throat as I began to live vicariously through the characters.

It’s a perfect example of how you don’t need a sex scene to convey love.

The Train Scene

It’s sad. It’s the moment where Elio sees Oliver off and there are little to no words exchanged between the two and that’s what makes this scene memorable. So much is said through gestures and facial expressions from both Armie and Timothée, they don’t need to say the words to convey what they feel because it’s understood. [Fun Fact: If you read the screen play, it’s written that Oliver recites the lyrics to “Love My Way” by The Psychedelic Furs]

And damn it, I just fucking can’t get over the scene immediately after. Elio sitting at the bench, just before he gets up, he lets out a breath and does his best not to cry. He then goes to the phone booth and calls home, where he talks to his mother and during this his tone falters while he says, “Listen, Mom, can you…can you come get me, Mom?” Oh my heart, it ached so much, I wanted to reach out and hold him. And the momentum of this scene continues, where it cuts to Annella driving Elio home and Elio, with puffy eyes and a look of utter heartbreak and sorrow.

You can watch this scene here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nr7BTBwZoxU 

I loved how this was scene was filmed, how Amira Casar composed herself as Annella and comforted her son. She didn’t ask questions or scold him to “man up,” she smoked a cigarette and drove all while letting her son mourn Oliver’s departure. 

Mr. Perlman’s Monologue

Remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. And before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it.

Right now, there is sorrow, pain. Don’t kill it.

Embrace it with the joy you’ve felt.

I’d be doing everyone a disservice if I didn’t mention the final monologue given by Michael Stuhlbarg. It’s in this moment where the audience realizes that the parents, or at least Mr. Perlman, was aware of the relationship between Elio and Oliver. This is so powerful and so meaningful, in this scene Mr. Perlman doesn’t pass judgment but just tries to comfort his son with some words of wisdom.

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The delivery from Stuhlbarg is breathtaking and oscar-worthy. In interviews, Stuhlbarg talks about how the film and its message resonated with him as a parent: “One of the sentiments that I love most strongly is the idea that as humans, we go through all sorts of things, and how lovely for a parent to say, ‘I see what you’re going through, and as hard as it may be, don’t crush it or try to ignore it.’” [see the full interview on vox.com

So it’s no surprise that in this final speech to Elio that every word that comes out of Stuhlbarg is with intent and carefully placed to really drive home that Mr. Perlman cares for his son, realizes his son just went through first love, and doesn’t want him to do what everyone else does when they meet heartbreak.

The Ending Credits

It’s the winter after Oliver left and Elio gets a surprise call from Oliver. They catch up, where Oliver tells that he’s getting married next spring. Moments after Elio is whispering into the phone, “Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio…” to which Oliver responds, “Oliver…I remember everything.”

The film then cuts to Elio sitting over a fireplace, his mother setting the table for dinner, and the ending credits begin to play, leaving viewers to watch Elio go through wave after wave of memories and the emotions they bring.

The film ends about 40-pages before the novel does and they changed the way in which Elio finds out. In the novel Oliver returns to tell the Perlmans in-person of his engagement while here we see the exchange happen over a phone call and to be honest, the way Luca handled it makes me love the way the film ends.

There aren’t many films that have memorable or beautiful ending credits and this one takes the cake. It’s artistic and so carefully acted and edited. On top of that, they picked a perfect song to play alongside: “Visions of Gideon” by Sufjan Stevens. I mean, just look at the first verse:

I have loved you for the last time
Is it a video? Is it a video?
I have touched you for the last time
Is it a video? Is it a video?

It’s a perfect combination and heightens the film’s ending.

On how I love and hate Sufjan Stevens

Which brings me to my next point: Sufjan Stevens. He has three songs that play throughout the movie: Futile DevicesMystery of Love, and Visions of Gideon. And honestly if you wanted a playlist that summarizes the film, there you go. The songs couldn’t have been a coincidence for the film and with Luca as director, I highly doubt he didn’t have them in mind. 

I love Sufjan Stevens but I also hate him because there’s few artists that leave me crippled wallowing in despair. His music is tragically beautiful in every note and verse, that I’m not surprised that some of the happiest and tragic moments of my life had a Sufjan Stevens song close by. 

Don’t get me wrong, the soundtrack to Call Me by Your Name is outstanding. So much so that I’ve been listening to it on repeat for the past week almost every day, even at work. [Check it out on Spotify]

Last Words

I’m likely going to pick up the novel again and give it a second-go, if I loved the film this much as a 28 year-old, perhaps where I’m at now will let me appreciate Aciman’s work.

There’s so much more I can say and probably will, but this is the majority of what I wanted to say. The film is beautiful and I will be rooting for it come Oscar time, for it not to win an Oscar would be just blasphemy in the highest degree.

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bts scenario: they take an argument too far (part 1)

-possible trigger if you’re sensitive to arguments.


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Seokjin/Jin:

‘God grow up! I didn’t sign up for dating an immature person Y/N! I wonder why I even put up with you half the god damn time!’

It had seemed as if time had stopped, you knew you could act childish sometimes, it’s just who you were. But more importantly, Jin knew how sensitive you were about it, purely because he was more mature, and he knew you always tried to be better for him, and behave in a certain way, despite it going against your personality.

‘You’re.. you’re right, I need to go. Goodbye Seokjin.’

Jin hearing you use his name formally like that, broke his heart. Before he could say anything else, or take back what he had said, for he knew he didnt mean it. It was too late, the door had already been slammed shut behind you, as you paced off into the night.


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Yoongi/Suga:

‘Just leave me alone Y/N!, God you’re so clingy, its pathetic! Just. go. away!’

The deathly silence that followed the venomous words, spoke volumes. You and Yoongi just stared at one another, whilst a single tear roled down your rosy cheek. You knew Yoongi spoke out of anger, especially when stressed, but he was always careful to never take it too far, evidently, not careful enough though.

‘Babe I-‘

‘Save it Yoongi, you’re right, I’ll give you all the space you need. Clearly I’m more in this than you are, it’s not fair. We’re done. I’m sorry.’

At that moment, all the wind left Yoongi’s chest, how quickly things could change in a matter of minutes. He watched in silence as you slowly left his dorm. Silently wishing you would come back to him. Only realising how important you were too him, as he already lost you.


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Namjoon/RM:

‘Seriously do you have to been so stupid sometimes! It’s simple instructions Y/N! i told you not to disturb me, and you never listen! Christ just get out of the way.’

You stared at Namjoon in shock, he had never spoken to you in such a way before, you had just come to the studio to drop of some dinner for him, worried he would be hungry. Your entire body ached at the hands of his words. So much so that you silently placed the food on the table, and turned to leave.

‘Y’know Joonie, I only care about you. It’s a shame I can’t say the same for you, have a pleasent evening. Don’t bother looking for me.’

You whispered, before casually closing the door, and walking away without turning back, leaving a hurt Namjoon, stood in his place, already regretting the harsh words he spoke.


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Hoseok/J-hope:

‘Do you know how embarrising that was Y/N? Do you always have to be so careless? Can’t you do anything right?!’

Hoseok blindly shouted the words, completley oblivious to the glassy look in your eyes. He knew that you always put yourself down on your behaviour, you weren’t the best at etiquette, and during a meal you had spilt your glass of red wine all over the tablecloth. Hoseok was already having a bad day, and seeing this had sent him over the edge. Shouting the first things that came to his mind, with no regard to how effected you were. He continued shouting untill he heard a quiet sob, immediatley turning in your direction and trying to console you.

‘Don’t Hobi, I just… I need to go, I’m sorry I’m useless, you deserve better, goodbye.’

You spoke in hushed tones before walking away from him into the stormy night, before he could even mutter a quick word to you. The last words you spoke devestated him, and he already knew he needed to make it up to you. He just didn’t know how.


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Jimin:

‘Stop treating me like a little kid Y/N! I don’t need you, okay? I’m perfectly fine on my own! I can handle myself!’

Jimin rambled in annoyance as he walked quickly beside you, you had only mentioned that he should have brought a coat with him, as now he was freezing cold. You were most certainly not expecting the harsh tone of his words, nor were you expecting them to have such a gut-wrenching effect on you. You stopped walking, and just stared at Jimin, who hadn’t even noticed you stop, before silently turning a corner, leaving Jimin by himself, potentially for good.


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Taehyung/V:

‘So what if I stayed late at the dorms to play overwatch! You’re so god damn needy, all the time, give me a break for crying out loud! You can be so annoying!’

At that moment, you couldn’t hold back, not only had Tae forgotton you’re date, but he had also forgotton it was your anniversary. Normally, you wouldn’t have minded as much, you try to be understanding. But he had taken this one too far.

‘Y’know what Tae? I’m done with this, I can’t do this anymore, it’s gone too far, I was only bothered because its our anniversary today, but now i know how you really feel about me. Don’t worry about the neediness anymore, I’m gone. Good riddance.’

You exclaimed before storming out, refusing to let Taehyung see the tears streaming down your face. Not realising that Tae was in the exact same position, not seeing - until now - how bad of a boyfriend he had been recently, leaving him completley devastated in the process.


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Jungkook:

‘Don’t you get it Y/N? I don’t need your help! I’ve never needed it! If you want to be useful then get out! You’re just making me angrier and I can’t put up with it anymore! Just leave!’

All you whimpered was a simple ‘okay.’ Before quickly packing up your things and leaving in a silent rush, totally forgetting you had left behind your exam results, which you had wanted to share with your boyfriend, but he clearly had other ideas.

By the time he had noticed the 100% on your exam results, you had gone, setting Jungkook into a blind panic, worried that you wouldn’t want to come back to him, instantly he ran out into the rain, only to arrive to an empty apartment. The only thought he could process, was how worried he was. Thinking that he had lost you for good.

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A few of Eddie’s journal entries over the years

6 years old:

August 10, 2006:

Some asshole of a child ruined my favorite shorts today by pushing me into the mud. Bill yelled at him and I cried. Stan from school was there with him. The kid who pushed me bought me ice cream a little after. He walked me home and talked the whole time. I don’t think he brushed his hair at all.

August 11 , 2006: 

Bill and I went into the woods today. His mother played us some music while we had snack. I went to the pharmacy to get refills. 

August  12, 2006:

Bill was busy today and couldn’t hang out. I spend the day watching TV with mom. I didn’t speak much today. 

August 13, 2006:

Bill was busy again today. I went to the park to get out of the house. The boy with the hair from 3 days ago was there. He sat with me and talked a lot and really fast. He knows a lot about dinosaurs and numbers. It made my head hurt a little in a nice way. We went to the deli together. 

He reminds me of the broken wind up toy that I have that doesn’t stop moving even when the pin stops turning. I love that toy.

August 14, 2006:

I had to stay in bed today because mom said my allergies would act up in the weather. I really wanted to go to the park with my friends. 

August 15, 2006:

Stan was at the park with his dad when I went. He was looking at birds and let me sit with them. He let me use his binoculars. I didn’t really speak today. 

August 17, 2006:

Mom’s friend came over. She smells like dirty dishes and the red grownup juice mommy drinks at night. Nothing really happened today. I didn’t talk much.

August 18, 2006:

I spend the whole day in the quarry with Bill. I told my mom I was at the park down the block. I’m worried she’ll know I lied.

August 19, 2006:

The boy with the hair has a name. Stan says his name is Richard but he likes to be called Richie. Stan thinks kids like shorter things and we might grow into our full names. Sometimes I think his thoughts sound like mine.

Richie was at the park when we went and I like listening to him talk. I learn a lot. He got sand in his hair and shook it on Stan. Bill laughed really hard. Today a lot happened. It was nice.

August 20, 2006:

I don’t feel like writing but I promised I would write everyday. I didn’t talk except for when the teacher called on me.

9 years old

March 10, 2009:

Richie howled the whole way from the quarry back to his house on his bike. He says it tricks the werewolves into thinking you are one of them. He says he’s not scared of werewolves but he does this every full moon. He gets mad if I don’t do it with him.

 So I howled until I needed to use my inhaler. Funny how fear works. 

March 11, 2009:

Bowers is a bully. That is all.

March 12, 2009:

Bill’s stutter was really bad today. He couldn’t say any of our names very well. We went to his house after school and we watched Mulan. He didn’t stutter on any of lyrics. Stan noticed, too, I think.

March 13, 2009:

Some kids were saying I’m still using training wheels because I’m small and I’ll break in pieces if I fall down. Sometimes I think they are right. I feel like one of those dolls that will shatter if I fall too hard. I hate it. I don’t like dolls. I’m not a doll. 

March 14, 2009:

Richie is a fucking jerk. I told him I was ok with the training wheels but he took them off my bike. He threw them away in the dumpster he knows makes my voice stop working.

I fell off the bike. My leg is all cut up and I had to use the big band-aids that I don’t have a lot of. When I finally got back he pushed me off and rode away on his. I wanted to hit him I was so angry.

I learned how to ride a bike today. Richie is still a jerk, though. 

March 15, 2009:

I’m not allowed to leave the house today. My mom didn’t like that I got hurt.

March 16, 2009:

I went bird watching with Stan and his father again. It was nice and still. Stan gave me a list of all the birds we saw and it is on my wall now. We saw 10 birds. It was a really fun day.

March 17, 2009:

Reason 78 that Richie is a jerk happened today. He took my inhaler and used it as a punchline for a joke. I’m mad at myself for laughing at it. I had to use it right after, because sometimes when I laugh too hard my lungs break. 

March 18, 2009:

Pharmacy after school today. I hate pharmacy days. Bill came with me and bought skittles. We shared them and went to his house to do homework. Georgie is getting really big. I remember the night Bill stayed over my house because he was being born. 

Time is weird. 

March 19, 2009: 

Richie wasn’t in school today. Stan said that Richie wasn’t sick so I don’t understand why he didn’t come in. 

March 20, 2009:

Richie sat out of gym with me today. He said his leg was hurting him. It was nice to have company for once on the bleachers, but I know Richie would have rather been running around with the other kids. He spend the whole period playing with my hands and hair and laughing when I slapped at his hands. I gave up and now ended up getting a knot in my hair.  

12 years old:

June 6, 2012:

My lungs were broken all day today. I couldn’t speak, I could barely look at anyone. Bill bought me skittles and I almost cried. 

I went home early from hanging out with my boys because everything was making my allergies act up. 

Richie came through my window and says he will sing me to sleep if I like. I have good friends.

July 20, 2012

A lot happened today. The kid who I sometimes talk to at the library was almost killed by Bowers. We’ve gained a new member, and I think I love him a little already. His name his Ben and I think Richie likes him a little, too. He kept doing his voice more than usual today while we were trying to help him. I found my forth forever friend, I think

Anyone who Gretta hates is a good person in my books. Beverly Marsh is amazing, and I think I can now finally ask her about how she makes her face look so wonderful without it being creepy. I want to know her my whole life. She is my fifth forever friend. 

July 24, 2012:

We threw rocks at Bowers and I gained another forever friend. Mike is wonderful. I think maybe everything about this summer is going to be important. Sixth forever friend found. I think I don’t need anymore after this.

August 10, 2012:

I don’t think I will never sleep well again. 

September 13, 2012:

I think I might like Richie the way I’m suppose to like girls.

 I’m scared to tell anyone so I don’t think I will. But it is hard to not look at him. He is really pretty, even though my mom says boys can’t be pretty. 

Maybe that is what it is really about. The curls and how beautiful he is. I’m sure I’ll like a girl soon. I’m just smaller than everyone else. Maybe I need time to catch up.

 He’s just really pretty, and sometimes I think whatever is up there wouldn’t make things pretty if they weren’t meant to be looked at and taken are of. Speaking of, he’s coming through my window now. 

I’ll write more tomorrow. 

October 9, 2012:

We were all together again today. My heart felt lighter than it has in a while.

14 years old

May 27th, 2014:

I spend almost the whole day with Stan and his father. We talked alot. Then I went over Bill’s house. 

Things were good today and my head felt mostly ok.

June 1, 2014:

Woke up feeling heavy. Something was different about Richie today and it took me a long time to figure out h ditched his glasses. I’m going to miss them, but he looks happier. That’s good. 

july 5 2014:

I can’t sleep. When I do I wake up far away. I stayed up, but I think Rich was having a nightmare. He woke up and wouldn’t let me leave the bed, which is fine. I don’t think I would have been able to get up anyway. 

July 10, 2014:

Hung out with the Losers today. 

July 11, 2014:

Hung out with the Losers again today. Ben and I cuddled. It was nice. I missed actually feeling being with them all. I missed them

July 12, 2014:

Almost used my inhaler today. Had to remind myself it wasn’t a real need.

July 13, 2014:

I don’t remember anything. I don’t think my head spend any time inside of my body. I can’t remember if I spoke today. 

September 7, 2014:

Richie spend most of today playing with my hair and fingers, but not how he usually does. He wasn’t fidgeting. I don’t know what he was doing, but anytime he was close enough his hands were on me. I think this boy may kill me. 

December 30, 2014:

I had too many panic attacks to count today. Used the inhaler Richie keeps with him for some reason. Didn’t talk at all. I should not have gotten out of bed. 

15 years old

October 13, 2015:

Saw the therapist for the first time today. That’s not what I want to write about. Richie was there when I got out. 

I love this boy and I think I have to live with that knowledge now. Guess I’m gay. Or at least, I love a boy

Uptown Girl

Summary: Billy takes interest in a girl who has to keep it secret from her family. The Wheelers.  

Originally posted by bouncycorgi

    Author’s Note: This shit took me forever to write, oh my god! 4k + words, my dears. Get a snack and get cozy. 

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        “Billy!” I exclaimed as he captured me around the waist and tugged me behind his locker door.

Billy and I had been flirting back and forth for a while now. I thought when he first approached me that he only wanted to get under Steve’s skin by dating his girlfriend’s younger sister. But after Steve and Nancy broke up, he kept on flirting.

He had yet to kiss me, even though he came close many, many, times. He was a tease, and he knew it. He also knew that I wasn’t self-confident enough to make the first move, so he went on teasing.

His lips would brush my cheek, in towards my nose, and suddenly he would pull back. He loved to watch my cheeks go red, always pulling away with his trademark smirk.

        “Missed you yesterday.” He told me, keeping his arms around my waist and tucking his head on my shoulder.

        “Mhmm.” I hummed, “Family thing.”

I had gone with Nancy to visit Barb’s parents after school. Despite the lack of clues in Barb’s disappearance, they hadn’t given up hope on finding their daughter. Nancy and I both considered them to be like a second family. And I think they enjoy having girls in the house, another child to parent in Barb’s absence.

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-meeting somewhere super random and as complete strangers but he just decides to approach you and says something super blunt about you being really pretty

-and then he says something kind of weird but it makes you laugh and he chills down completely about being weird around you because right off the bat it doesn’t creep you out

-spontaneously just deciding then and there to go on a date

-he can actually just be himself and he’s like??????

-but you’re also kind of quirky and weird too and you can be yourself around him and then you’re just like ?????

-being super open about it and just being like “do you think it’s weird that right off the bat i just feel like i can be myself?” 

-and him saying “its fucking weird but i feel the same way.”

-this leads to making out

-which ends up at his place

-which leads to that mind blowing rough dominant sex (the best kind)

-and afterwards you just stare at the ceiling both in shock at your just complete sexual chemistry

-then you ask him to read the book next to his bed to you and he’s shocked at that too

-so you curl up on his chest and he just reads and strokes your hair

-after that, he never wants to spend another night away from you

-you buy him books you know you both want to read and every night you take turns reading to each other

-spending so much time inside just being introverted

-him supporting you and encouraging you when it comes to exercise because he’s into that shit

-that boy has high sex drive so best be ready for that

-when he commits, he commits fully and he’s ride or die

-listening to super loud music and dancing together, especially with him shirtless

-he would love to carry you around because he just dwarfs you with his size and its the best

-he would just worship you and try to help you overcome any insecurities you have

-because he’s all in

-for the good and the bad

-him having some sort of weird but cute nickname for you that’s sort of an inside thing that no one else understands

-calling him ‘tree’ probably (because dat toll boi is god damn climbable) 

-he loves kissing you everywhere

-and making you laugh

-actually being able to talk to each other and knowing everything about each other

-him asking you how your day is and actually wanting to know

-he listens to every word you speak with complete bewitchment

-protective bae

-like you are so safe with him

-also wanting to be his safety and being there for him during all his struggles, especially the AA stuff.

-oh my god THOSE HANDS

-he is ALWAYS there for you

-without fail

-the most cuddles

-being completely intertwined when you cuddle

-PDA

-lots of swearing

-the most swears

-but so much happiness and dancing together and face smooshing and carrying and caring and talking and understanding and loving and fucking

-he is such a big boi that if you wore his clothes they would be huge

-being in your own little world together, just the two of you

-lets be serious he’s a walking puppy boyfriend

-love of my life

-being weird together

-loving it

-when he loves someone, he treats them like a fucking queen

Fuck It..Let The Whole World Know

Summary: The reader is set to do a day of interviews with Chris Evans and Tom, which wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for her massive crush on Tom. Thanks to Chris, the reader and Tom have an opportunity to find out how they really feel. 

Word Count: 4938

authors note: I can’t believe how dirty this is HAHA! but come on…Tom can’t be that wholesome and innocent can he?

You had been used to doing press junkets with Chris Evans, but not him and Tom Hiddleston. You’d been in various rom-coms with Chris over the years, but now you were also starring in Infinity War with him.

You were at the food table getting a drink of water as you felt someone pinch your hip, causing you to jump up, scream, and turn around. There of course stood Chris, left boob grab and all, “YES! Dude, I don’t know how you still fall for this!”.

Maybe you would’ve laughed if it weren’t for the fact that you were about to do a day of press junkets with the man that you’d developed a serious crush on; Tom Hiddleston. Chris could read you like a book, “Come on (y/n) today will be fineeee!”

You sighed, “What if the interviewers ask-”. Chris raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that you’ve all had to handle some tough questions. He laughed, “Do you not remember the hundreds of weird questions you and I have been asked together?”.

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It Ain’t Me: Part 10(II) |Last part|

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Words: 2.4 K

Genre: Angst

Part 10(I)

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Jungkook was ready. Thirty minutes had already passed since you had hung up and his house was as neat as it could be. The bed sheets were neatly plastered on the bed with minimal creases. The glass door facing the city was spotless and glistening with the orbs of lights emitting from the skyscrapers.  The wine was ready in cabinet but he daren’t take it out yet. He didn’t want to seem too at ease with the situation, which he really wasn’t, but if it came to that, he was ready to please you with some of your favorite wine. Double-checking everything for the 20th time, he nervously looked at the clock. 9:30 pm. You should be here anytime.

As if it was a rehearsed play, his doorbell came to life. His heart almost leapt right out of his chest but he steadied himself speed walked to his front door, opening it with more haste than he intended, to find you standing in a black dress and a thin overcoat clearly not meant for the kind of chilly winds gracing the city from past few nights. You were paler than he remembered and slightly thinner.  You were frowning, and your lips were in pursed in a tight line.

You cleared your throat, clearly unnerved by his shameless ogling.

But he couldn’t help himself, you looked as beautiful as the first day he had seen you. Just as ethereal.

“May I come in?” You finally spoke up.

The formality in your words cut through his heart like a knife. He swallowed and forced a smile on his face.

“Of course you can.” He moved back, giving you space to enter and you did. You avoided his eyes and walked right past him into his living room. Jungkook tried not to show the hurt on his face when you didn’t even glance at his bedroom. He wasn’t sure if he was successful.

He followed you into the living room and took a seat on the modest sofa chair beside you. This was making him nervous. You were making him nervous. He stuttered when he spoke next. “W-would you like some wine? I have your favorite-“

“Jungkook.”

Was it possible to hear one’s name and go into cardiac arrest? Jungkook wondered as he struggled hard to keep the smile on his face. He certainly hoped not.

“Yeah?”

“I forgive you.”

His eyes grew wide. You forgive him? This was too different from what he had expected, too different from how things had played out in his mind.

“…but?” He prompted you.

“But…I cannot be with you.” You finished.

You saw the hope dissipate from his face and desperation set in. Forgetting the awkward tension between the two of you, in a second Jungkook engulfed your hands in his own.

“___, One chance. That’s it. That’s all I’m asking for. Never again will I do something so stupid. Please…just give me one chance.” He cracked.

You felt your eyes starting to water at his words. It was tough for you too, to finally accept your own words, to think beyond only the good memories and stand face to face with the unbiased reality of your relationship with Jungkook.

“Listen to me carefully Jungkook.” You freed your hands from his grip and held his face in your hands with tearful eyes. Whatever the outcome, you had to stand your ground. You had accepted the reality and you wanted to show it to Jungkook. You carefully ran your eyes over his face. His chocolate brown eyes fixed on your every word brimming with tears that his stubborn ass won’t allow to drop down, his messy and yet perfect hair that you’re always curious about because goddamn his hair was so soft, his quivering lips that you knew tasted like heaven. You swallowed the lump building in your throat and closed your eyes for a long second. You sigh when you opened them next.

“This is tough for me too. You…you mean a lot more to me than just a lover. You’re my friend. And-“ You released a frustrated sigh and continued. “And I love you in so many ways. But I can’t be with you without hurting myself.” Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but shook your head, pleading him to let you finish. “It’s the trust that’s missing Jungkook. It’s not just you. Maybe it’s the both of us, maybe you could have believed me and maybe I could have tried harder. There’s so many things that could have happened but things proceeded the way they did and” A tear left escaped and then two. You ran your hand over his hair and he leaned into your touch. “And maybe it was for the better.” A strangled cry left Jungkook’s mouth and your heart broke at the sound but you continued, pulling him closer until his head was on your chest and your arms around him tight.

“Shh, it’s okay. This needs to be done.” You said softly because if you attempted to make your voice any stronger you knew you would cry. “ Maybe we need to know each other a lot more than we believe we do. We need to meet as new people again….as strangers.”

Jungkook removed his face from your chest but he didn’t look up. He was holding your hands around his neck and looking down at his lap. His shaky breaths told you that he was crying still. It felt like an eternity before he spoke next.

“How will I ever forgive myself for this ___? For hurting you? For breaking us apart?”

You found your voice again and with a sad smile of your own you said-

“Because I have already chosen to forgive you.”


Your heels clicked nastily on the scratchy surface as you struggled to drag your suitcases across the road.  A rash driver barely missed you by an inch. You swore under your breath when you twisted your foot and took a silent pledge to lead a protest against the terrible airport drivers who clearly paid no mind to the lives of the people crossing the road. Taking a deep breath, you collected yourself but just when you were about to move forward, a hand swiftly crossed your inattentive form and took your bag from you. To say you were freaked would be an understatement. In fact, you were pretty sure your scream had reached the spaceships on Mars.

“Yoongi! What the hell?” You said through grinded teeth while your hand moved to soothe your erratically beating heart.

Yoongi flashed his gummy smile and shrugged. “You looked like you were struggling, so I helped.”

“By scaring me half to death?” You hissed.

“You should’ve seen your face.” He snickered and you rolled your eyes, speed walking towards the café settled on your right when you entered through the crystal doors of the airport. Yoongi caught up and took your suitcase from you. You gave him a thankful salute as you entered the café.

“So,” You began, taking a seat across Yoongi on one of the corner tables. “I reckon there must be something incredibly important for you to have insisted on meeting me before my flight?”

“Of course.” Yoongi said, his face getting serious.

“Great. This better be good. I’m sitting here 3 hours before my departure time.”

“Of course it is.” Yoongi replied sipping on water.

“Hmm, so tell me. What is it?”

Yoongi leaned forward, more serious than you had ever seen him. His hand snaked across the table towards your hand and settled above it. A look of passion covered his eyes. You were silent, waiting for him to begin. This must be a lot more serious than you expected.

“What’s up?”

For a second, your mind went blank. Then confusion spread.

“What?” you said skeptically.

“What’s up? How’ve you been?” An innocent smile covered the devil’s face.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” You said unamusedly.

“No? Can a friend not even ask how you’ve been? Geez.” He smirked, clearly unaffected by your annoyed gaze.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “My dearest FRIEND Min Yoongi, I happen to have a flight in…oh THREE HOURS, and I’m sitting here at 8 in the morning and all you want to ask me is ‘what’s up’ ?!”

“No. I’m here to say Goodbye.”

Your anger dissipated at the sudden change in his tone and this time you knew he wasn’t kidding. You faintly smiled as you called on the waiter to order your tea and Yoongi’s coffee.

“I’ll be back soon.” You pointed out, turning to Yoongi after giving your order.

“Yeah, a year qualifies as soon now does it?” He grumbled.

You smiled at his pout. Sometimes, your friend could really be a darling.

“It is. My colleagues are being posted out for 3 years you know. I’m getting out pretty early compared to that.” You sipped on your tea.

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed. “It’s okay, you deserve a break from…this place.”

A dull pain formed in your chest and your eyes grew slightly melancholic. “How is he?” You asked quietly.

“Well, you know, he’s faring. He’s laughing again. He speaks of you often.”

“Does he now?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yep. He totally does.”

You smiled and sipped on your tea. It had been a month since you had parted ways officially. It was like your first break up all over again. The pain, the tears, the sorrow. The weight your break up being final this time was weighing you down. Only this time, you weren’t helpless. This time you weren’t craving closure. This time you weren’t regretting your choice. This time you weren’t waiting on anyone’s words. Yes, it was painful. But it was bearable.

“So you never told me what happened that day when you showed up at his house.” Yoongi pulled you back from your thoughts. You took another sip from your tea of green and a mixed emotion settled across your features. What had really happened huh…


“Because I have already chosen to forgive you.”

Silence stretched after you made your revelation, and all you and Jungkook could do was look into each other’s eyes. Then slowly, a smile began to form on Jungkook’s face and a twinkle appeared in his eyes.

“Thank you ____.” He said softly.

You returned his smile and gave him a nod.

“I know…” He began, pulling away from you and leaning back in his position. “I know this wasn’t easy decision to make for you too. I know I did some horrible, horrible things. But, maybe you are right. Maybe we need to meet again as strangers. Maybe one day…” His voice cracked and you felt the lump rise in your throat.

“Maybe one day, we can find each other again. Maybe one day, we’ll bump into each other at a party again. Maybe one day…I will run after you again.”

Your eyes couldn’t hold back the tears and they fell freely. This finality of the entire situation was a little scary but in one part of your chest, a load weighing you down started to diminish. And this time you smiled through your tears when you answered.

“Maybe we will.”


“Hello? ____? You okay?” You were drawn back from your thoughts with Yoongi’s deep voice once again. You blinked twice and focused on his puzzled expression.

“Uh,” You found your voice again. “Yeah…Yeah I’m good.”

Yoongi gave you a weird look and began speaking again.

“So…hey…I uh wanted to say that it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me and all that but you know um…apart from that, when you, uh, come back…that is…when you come back…you and me…can we uh…shit.”
You watched with eyes wide as Yoongi fiddled with his hands and tried to complete his sentence. Wait, was he sweating? Is Min badboy Yoongi nervous?

“Hey, Yoongi, are you okay?” You asked him, your voice full of concern.

Yoongi sighed and then took a deep breath. He looked up.

“Okay, I’m gonna say this quick so listen carefully. When you come back for a break this winter, can you and I go somewhere….like to an amusement park or something? I mean, wherever you want to go of course. I’m not forcing you and I know what-“

You laughter stopped him in midst of his wreck of a sentence.

“Hold on, I gotta record this. Min Yoongi asking me on a date.”

Yoongi blushed so hard, you were sure he could be considered a close relative of tomatoes at that second.

“You-..I-..No! Not a date! I-I just want to be better friends with you and know you better.”

“At an amusement park?” You teased him.

“I said wherever you want to go!” He blushed again.

You smiled mischievously and gave your hand across the table for him to take. He suspiciously took your hand and shook it.

“Sure, let’s hang around. I want to know you better too. You are the closest friend I have right now, believe it or not…” You smiled fondly. You knew Yoongi and you knew that this was an effort on his part. He considered you a friend and with Yoongi, your friendship had blossomed under odd circumstances, which meant that you did consider each other close but didn’t really know each other that well and this was Yoongi’s effort to know you better. Only, you knew he didn’t do this often and how awkward he must feeling, so of course…you had to tease him.

“But right now I’m really hungry, so treat me to some good pancakes. My wallet’s packed and locked inside. If you do this, I will let you take me out on a date, Mr. BadBoy.” You winked.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “In your dreams, you pumpkin.”

Voices faded in the background as you and Yoongi bickered back and forth, and your mind wandered to the events of last two months. So much had happened. You had lost the love of your life, you had lost your best friend, you lost your backing but you also gained. You gained friends like Yoongi. You gained an understanding of your relationship and where you went wrong. You learnt to forgive. You learnt to let go. If someone asked you now whether you would choose not to take Jungkook up on that offer the time he ran after you, if you could, you would say no. You would do it all over again. You would take yourself back to the night you met Jungkook and do it all over again. Because maybe some day, you will meet again as strangers.


Maybe someday, he will chase after you again and you will spend the night drowned in beers and laughter.


FIN. 

a/n: I feel like I just married off my daughter. This marks the end of It Ain’t me. Thank for all your love!


Much love, 

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“My Neighbor’s A Jerk” Part 8

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your neighbor, called hate. And since your first meet you both commence that feeling with a burning passion. You don’t know the reason behind his hate and you know for damn sure that he will never tell you. But what happens on the first day of your job, when you find out that you even work together? Maybe you will learn to co-operate?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 5018

Warnings: the usual jerk!Bucky is back, new character (yes it’s a warning), drinking and that’s it 

Author’s Note: hey long time no see lol so here’s the longest chapter so far of MNAJ, i hope you guys enjoy i had to literally push myself to finish it so please please please leave a FEEDBACK if you’re gonna read it!!

i will be altering the tag list and deleting those who don’t care to leave feedback sorry, but i can’t waste my time on tagging a hundred people when some of you don’t even care to write back simple as that :/

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You immediately straighten your back, eyes and ears alert like a deer caught in headlights. You look back and forth between Steve and Bucky, unable to move or speak.

“Uh – me? Why?” you squeak out. Bucky simply shrugs, closing the door but stands outside for you. You glance at Steve once before getting up from your chair.

“I have this under control, go.” Steve says, nodding his head in the direction of the exit.

You give him a tight lipped smile and rub your palms on your skirt before moving. Outside, Bucky tells you that he’s asked to accompany you, too as you start walking towards the elevator. Once you walk inside, he presses the number to Stark’s floor.

Once again, the confined space of the elevator suffocates you. You’re vividly reminded of the day when Bucky had pulled you inside the same elevator, protecting you from getting your ass fired. But why is this happening again? Why did Stark call you two? Has by any chance Bucky told him? Even after telling you so many times that he won’t?

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Kick-Ass Chicks: Artist, Robin Eisenberg

Did we just step out of our own little bubble and into an extraterrestial world where strong females rule the planet? Absolutely! We’re smitten with artist, Robin Eisenberg’s futuristic illustrations where all of her characters move to and exist in an array of colorful compositions. We couldn’t wait to be abducted transport ourselves into Robin’s digital world and get to know the inspiration behind her bold galactic art. We picked her brain about her love for art and found out she has super exciting upcoming projects for 2018! Find out more after the jump..

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Day Off

Summary: Bucky really wants to take a nap with the reader, but she just wants to read.

Or

Bucky is a giant dog that needs a lot of attention.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader 

Word Count: 2,169

A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think! I would love to hear from you guys! Also, if you’re interested, I’m willing to take requests (if you can’t tell I like to write fluff). I can’t promise I’ll do them as I reserve the right to say no, but the offer is out there. <3 


“Please,” he whines, standing in the doorway to the living room. Y/N doesn’t look up from her book, curled in on herself on the couch. “Please, doll?”

She heaves a deep sigh and looks up, no longer able to focus after ten minutes of Bucky’s begging. “I want to read, Buck. This is my day off too.” He lets out a whine and shifts from foot to foot. “Just go nap by yourself. I don’t know why you need me there.” She lifts her book again and does her best to ignore Bucky’s hurt expression.

It’s quiet for a few minutes and Y/N thinks Bucky might’ve finally left her alone when he flops down onto the couch next to her and buries his face into her hip, arms pushing around her waist to tug her a little closer. “Please?” comes his muffled plea into the soft material of her sweatpants. “I don’t sleep well without you, sweetheart. And all I wanna do is cuddle with my girl.”

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wicked games [1]

Summary: Sometimes unforeseen plans have a good ending. Sometimes. 

Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 2,282 [oops]

Warnings: Language

A/N: Here’s the first chapter of my CEO series, my friends! This one’s dedicated to @purelyparker and @stvharrington because I’ve been making them suffer with me for the past two or so days - I love you both so much :’)

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anonymous asked:

Do you take fic prompts? If so, then I'd love to see a take on the "Werewolf pretends to be a large dog to get attention or food from an unsuspecting human", except the other person is also a werewolf and can tell right away. If not, then feel free to ignore this ask. :)

I’m not sure this is what you were looking for when you sent this prompt, but I had a lot of fun writing it! (On AO3)


Stiles likes walking home from work. He feels more connected to the world when he can smell and hear it all around him, with no doors or walls in the way.

He usually cuts through the park at the edge of the preserve, because it always has a sort of happy, warm feel to it. It gives him a sense of contentment every time. As he comes over the hill he can see that it’s pretty empty today: a woman is pushing her stroller along the path through the middle, an older lady is sitting on one of the benches knitting, and there’s a guy petting a rather large dog by the volleyball court.

Except that when the man gives a final pat and turns to go, Stiles freezes for a step, skin prickling in surprise, because it’s another werewolf.

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a little something called courage

Hi friends! :) This is a request and a very romantic and fluffy-christmas-best-friend-type story.

Summary: At a christmas after party, Y/N gets drunk and flirts with H.

Picture aint my own.

Outside thousands of tiny snowflakes danced from the cloudy sky and met the already white and frozen ground, bringing white light into the cloudy and grey evening. In times like this it was especially nice to have a warm and cozy flat, one that smelled of sweet biscuits and was filled with the soft sound of various classic christmas songs. Harry agreed. 

“You’re flat is so much nicer than m’house,” he’d replied to me asking why he hung out at my place ever since coming back from tour, “So homey and feels like christmas, too.”

Of course I didn’t mind that my best friend refused to leave my side, on the contrary, Harry was what made my home feel as comfortable to me as it already did to him. 
He was here now, too, watching amused as I turned left and right in front of the mirror in my room, brushed through my hair and I blushed when he chuckled at the sight of me checking out my bum in the black jeans hugging my legs.

“You’re a vain one,” he commented lowly from where he sat on the edge of my bed.

He was already dressed for the occasion, a black, thin silk shirt that wore his last name where he carried his heart, and skinny jeans covered his body, proving once more that he didn’t need much in order to look attractive. He’d surely manage to make all of my coworkers swoon the moment him and I would arrive at my work’s christmas party. For some reason my heart skipped a beat at the thought of other women lusting after him, but I brushed it off and 
glance at his reflection behind me, just in time to catch the smile and wink he sent my way, before he turned his attention back on his phone. 
To be fair I had spent the past 15 minutes deciding what to wear, only to then change my mind and look for something else, and Harry’s patience impressively hadn’t wavered once. He didn’t seem too bothered by it, and really I didn’t have any other choice anyway. 
Tonight I wanted my coworkers to think I looked nice next to Harry, who’d spontaneously decided to tag along, and that was a challenge since he was simply the most gorgeous human being in the world and made anyone by his side fade into the background. Usually that was fine with me, but tonight I cared to be seen as well, maybe a little bit also so that the people drooling over him would hold themselves back.
My fingers pulled at the hem of my silver top and I scrunched up my nose in disapproval.

“Harry?” 

“Hm?”

My eyes wandered over my appearance. Over all it was a great outfit and suited the occasion, but I didn’t feel right.

“Do I look nice?” I asked my fashion expert of a best friend, “Be honest.”

Harry’s eyes found mine in the mirror and I watched with growing insecurity how they moved from my face to my chest, stomach and then legs. He sat up straighter, tilted his head and frowned. 

“Turn around.” 

I followed his request, feeling a little silly and his chest rumbled with a laugh when I ended my little twirl with a curtsy.

He nodded in approval. “I think you look lovely, darling.”

The honesty in his tone made me blush and I turned to look away quickly, though of course he could see my flustered expression in my reflection.

“Thanks, H.”

“Those jeans give you a great arse,” he continued to comment, humor in his voice, and though I sent him a glare, the confirmation that I looked hot to him had my heart flutter, “And I love the shiny top. Suits your pretty eyes. However, may I make a suggestion?”

I nodded, slightly confused, and looked at him expectantly. “Sure.”

Harry got to his feet and made his way over to my closet with bouncing steps. A cheeky smile was flashed my way and I arched my brows, wondering what he had in mind.
I watched him rummage through my clothes, giggled at how some items earned a nod and even small whistle of approval while others he tossed to the side with a head shake and a “What the hell did you think when buying this shit?” or a “Tell me you got this for a joke.”
Finally his fingers pulled out a hanger from the rack and held it out to me with a delighted expression on his face, indicating he’d found what he’d searched.

“In my humble opinion,” Harry said, “I think you should wear this.”

The hanger carried a dress, one I’d bought months ago and never dared to put on before. It was a navy blue velvet fabric with tiny stars of silver embroidered along the neckline. I knew that it suited me well and loved how it felt against my skin, but it was a little… out there.

“The neckline is a little lower than what I would normally wear,” I began slowly, “Meaning it just covers my boobs and that I can’t wear a bra under it ‘cause it would be visible. I agree and really like the dress as well, but it’s too much, Harry.”

“Look,” Harry handed me the hanger and turned back to my closet, where he crouched down and began to look for shoes that would match the outfit, “I think you look beautiful right now, I genuinely do. However: it’s tame and safe. Which is good, but I think you could, if not should, look fucking hot tonight, sweetheart. A) rub it into all of your coworkers faces and b), we’re going out after anyway and the dress isn’t too revealing for a club, is it?”

“Well, I’m flattered,” I laughed and raised the dress to look at it more closely. 

It really was a pretty dress and both the colour as well as the cut was very flattering, but wouldn’t my coworkers think that I’d overdressed? My nose scrunched up and with a final glance at Harry, who always wore outfits that were more than just a little out there and didn’t care what anybody thought as long as he himself liked them, I walked back into the bathroom. 

“I’m going to slip it on!” I declared. 

“Good girl,” Harry called after me, “Just found shoes that go with it as well.” 

….

Harry’s hand was a constant pressure at my lower back and whenever my eyes met his, however brief, he smiled. We’d earned quite the looks from the people gathered in the venue, some diverted straight to Harry but I did notice a couple eyes checking me out as well, making me smile with confidence.

“I told you,” Harry hushed into my ear, a response to somebody complimenting my appearance and I blushed heavily, “You look beautiful.” 

“So say Harry,” my colleague, Gina, a tall and pretty woman with dark hair, said, before casually resting her palm on Harry’s arm, “Are you and Y/N coming to the after party?” 

“You mean the club some of you’re going to?” 

She nodded, red painted lips stretched into a smile. My eyes glared at the hand she refused to take off his arm.

“Sure,” Harry replied politely, shrugging her hold off by casually reaching out to pull me closer, “S’always great fun to go out with m’bestie, isn’t it?”

“As long as you don’t puke on me again,” I giggled with a nudge to his stomach.

It was his cheek’s turn to flush and I waved off the girl’s request to tell the story behind my comment. There wasn’t much behind it, but I remembered Harry, hunched over the toilet and as pale as a sheet asking me to please never tell anybody about his state, something I agreed to while washing out the stains his vomit had left on the shirt I’d taken off a minute earlier. 

“Thanks for not spilling ‘bout that low of my life,” Harry murmured the moment we were left alone again.

We stood by the table, picking out different snacks from the finger food section for the other to try, since all of them looked pretty much the same amount of gross and Harry had come up with a game he called ‘let’s see who’s the worst at pretending this doesn’t taste like shit’.

I took a sip of champagne and nodded. “You’re welcome. I’m not too keen on people knowing the details of that night myself anyway.”

“Right,” Harry grinned and I kicked his shin, but of course he went on regardless, “Saw you damn close to naked that night.” 

The christmas music playing and the people chatting was loud enough for my annoyed groan of “Harry!!” to be overheard. He grinned, proud that he’d hit a nerve.

“How you noticed my almost nudity while throwing up your guts is still beyond me,” I added, quieter this time, “Here, try this.”

His face grimaced when he tasted the weird looking pastry I’d held out for him (my heart made an unfamiliar jump when his lips wrapped around my fingertips to take the food into his mouth) and he shushed me when I giggled at him casually spitting all of it out and onto a napkin.

“Attractive,” I mumbled.

Harry’s eyes narrowed and his brows arched. I knew he wasn’t going to let our earlier conversation go.

“I’d notice you taking off your shirt no matter what m’doing.”

I sent him a glare. “Stop that or I’ll shove the rest of that pastry thing down your throat.”

The giggle that followed my words had Harry’s heart drop and he found himself itch to reach out and hug me to his chest. Not only did the dress flatter my body in every way possible, he thought, but there was something else as well, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on but it sure made it hard not to kiss me. He bit his lip. Why was he thinking about kissing his best friend?

We chatted some more, sometimes with other people and sometimes only with each other and slowly dusk turned into a pitch black night before the big windows. I admired the golden stars, how lovely the snow looked and sighed to myself when Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into his chest.
With my back pressed to his front he hummed lowly, happiness warming his stomach.

“We don’t have to go out with them,” he murmured into my ear, “Can just go home.” 

It was a wish he only voice because I wasn’t facing him. Otherwise he wouldn’t have had the courage to admit that he didn’t really want to go get drunk with people he didn’t care about, not when there was a couch and movie player in my flat where it’d be just us.

“Wouldn’t that be a waste?” I argued, “Since I put on this dress and all.” 

He chuckled behind me. “True, that it would be for sure. So you’re down?”

Please say no, his head begged me.

“Yes,” I turned to face him, slowly moving out of his hold. 

He did look incredibly handsome. His green eyes reflected the many colourful christmas lights that decorated the room and his skin seemingly glowed, perhaps partly due to the makeup he’d let me apply to his face in the afternoon. Well, maybe just because he was that pretty to look at.

“What are you staring at me for?” he asked, lips quirked up into a smile.

I shrugged. “Nothing. So… can we go?”

“Sure. I think your friends, Gina and Amy, are ready to leave as well.”

….

The club Gina and Amy dragged Harry and I to was one he’d been to before and the moment we stepped inside the dark venue that had loud music jumping from the walls, he warned me that there was a barkeeper he’d want to say hello to and have a quick chat with since he knew him for some reason I couldn’t quite hear over all of the noise and wanted to catch up.
I could tell Harry didn’t like the idea of leaving me in the middle of a club, but I reassured him that since I wasn’t completely on my own but with two friends, it would be fine.

“M’not gonna be long, anyway,” he repeated, eyes full with worry, “Promise.”

“Sure, no, it’s fine, H. You just come find me later alright?”

He nodded and with a quick, warm, kiss to my cheek left my side for the first time all week. It felt kinda weird and I watched him walk away with the wish to call him back right on the tip of my tongue.

“Where is he going?” Gina asked, faint disappointment in her voice. 

Her brown eyes stared after his figure pushing its way through the crowd, a look in her orbs I couldn’t quite place. Maybe she fancied him, I thought, who didn’t, right? If I were a nicer person I would set them up and play matchmaker. I knew Harry wouldn’t mind a girlfriend these days. 

“Sucks to be alone at christmas,” he’d complained on a daily basis ever since late november, at first via texts and now every day in person. 

I knew what he meant, as I was very single myself. It would’ve been nice to have a body to cuddle up to in the middle of these cold nights, to have someone help put up a christmas tree and I longed for the stress and pressure of having to find the perfect present for my significant other.
Harry felt the same. And Gina was pretty and from my limited experiences with her I knew she was quite nice so maybe… no, not gonna happen. I wasn’t going to set my Harry up with anybody. 

“He’s saying hi to a friend who works here,” I explained briefly, distracting myself form having just thought of Harry as my Harry.

Amy returned from the bar with drinks for us and handed me the cranberry flavored one. We clinked our glasses together, cheered on our short christmas break that was starting today and the moment I swallowed the first sip I knew the amount of alcohol in there would make me tipsy. And that was just drink number one. I shuddered, then raised the glass for another sip.

“So you and Harry,” Amy began after we chatted about this and that for a while, “What’s going on between you two?”

It had been a question both her and Gina had been burning to ask me ever since I’d arrived at the office party with the handsome male by my side. 
They’d noticed how close our bodies stayed throughout the small gathering, as if there was an invisible thread binding them together and keeping them from moving apart. I knew it was easy to mistake our friendship for a lover’s relationship, since Harry and I were as close and loving with each other as other couples who actually were with each other romantically, and I had had my fair share of awkward conversations about it before, so I didn’t mind them mentioning it now too much. Especially since I had been right and was in fact already a little tipsy. I found myself minding a lot less when there was alcohol involved.

I shrugged. “Nothing. We’re best friends, why?”

In sync, Gina and Amy’s heads tilted and their eyebrows arched. I took another sip and shrugged once more. 

“What?”

“Well, I mean,” Gina smiled, “I figured guys weren’t a couple but I thought you guys were dating…”

“…or at least hooking up,” Amy finished with a laugh.

“Nope,” I shook my head, giggling myself, “We don’t think of each other like that.” 

“That’s not exactly true,” Amy argued, her voice slightly raised over the loud music, some dubstep version of ‘All I Want For Christmas’, “I see the way his eyes rest on your face, like, all the time. How he pulls you into his side or compliments you every minute or so. If that isn’t a guy who fancies a girl I don’t know what is.” 

“No, no, no, that’s not what he’s like everyday,” I explained quickly, “he’s the one who convinced me to wear this dress since he likes it a lot and now… well he’s just a bit clingy lately, I guess. We were separated for a long time while he was away working and when he’s back we’re always a bit more attached to the other than usually. But there’s nothing more behind it. I swear.”

I thought they would let it go after that elaboration, but being the nosy girls they were the subject of me and Harry kept being brought up.
They asked about the origin of our friendship, tried to dig and get more details about the night he puked on me and finally repeatedly asked if I had feelings for him, to which of course I’d said no every time.

But did I really not have feelings for him, my drunk head suddenly began to question. He was attractive, obviously, and my type. But besides that he was also the easily smartest man I’d ever met, the most thoughtful and genuinely good person in my life and, well, I cared about him more than I did anyone else I considered a best friend of mine.
I swallowed hard. Shit.

All the while I was slowly realizing things I had tried not to before, I was handed drink after drink, all of them different and payed by either Amy or Gina. Part of me knew that their generosity wasn’t just them being nice, but them trying to get me drunk enough to spill the secrets about Harry and my feelings I was trying to hide from them. 
I was lucky they didn’t give a shit about him being famous or how wealthy he was, or else I would’ve drunkly admitted way too much had they bothered to ask, because two shots later, I was positiv that I was very drunk. 

“Listen,” Amy sighed, not quite sober herself, “We think that you and Harry are meant to be.”

“Wonderful,” I laughed, “You got to that conclusion after meeting him for the first time just three hours ago?”

Gina nodded and giggled. “I wouldn’t mind getting with him myself, believe me.”

I knew it! Forget it Gina!

“But I think he’s into you and I know when there’s no changing a guy’s mind. So, Amy and I think you should go over to him and finally, do yourself a favor, and jump his bones.”

“Though the jumping and boning should maybe happen when you’re alone with him,” Amy added.

I rolled my eyes and turned to find his face in the crowd. Harry hadn’t been out of my sight for more than five minutes since he left my side. The friend he was speaking to had his back to us, so Harry’s eyes could find mine and watch over me at all times. 
He’s so cute, my drunk brain sighed, always making sure I’m okay.
Fuck. I’m really drunk.
The cloud my head was stuck in slowed my thoughts and made them all romantic the moment Harry was involved. Fucking hell.

“Oi!” Gina called out, “She’s not saying no!”

Both of them clapped their hands in excitement, bearing wide smiles. 

“I can’t!” I groaned and hid my eyes behind my shaking palm, “He’s my best friend.”

Amy shoved another drink into my free hand. “That’s exactly why you’re going to go for it.”

I glanced at the yellow-ish drink. “Now what even is this?”

Amy smiled, raising her own cocktail. “A little something called courage.”

After emptying that drink number I-didn’t-know-anymore as well, my eyes found his face.
Okay. This was the dumbest idea ever and something I would for sure regret the moment my brain sobered up. In this moment however…
Harry did look great. And inviting.
As always, drawn to him and longing to be closer, my feet carried me towards him without my head consenting to it. 
Harry’s hands reached out for my arms the moment I got closer, steading me. I’d been tumbling, apparently, and looked as if I might trip over my own feet, worrying him the second I got closer. 
His fingers touched my bare skin and I felt my heart squeeze itself so tightly it hurt in my chest. 

“Ow.”

“How much did you have?” Harry asked, brows furrowed and no humor in his tone. 

When he spoke the music around us seemed to quieten, all of my senses only there to pay attention to him.

“S’this the girl?” his friend wondered behind me and Harry gave a short nod, all of his thoughts on me. 

“Y/N, you alright?” 

“Sure!” I cheered and leaned my head against his shoulder as I embraced him awkwardly, “Missed you, that’s all. Promised you’d be right back.”

He smiled at my pouted lips. “M’sorry, love. But, really, how much did you drink?”

I shrugged. “A bit. A lot. Don’t know, but probably slightly too much.”

“Slightly,” he agreed. 

Harry’s arm sneaked around my waist and his fingers fisted the velvet material. He was glad I was with him and cursed himself for not having noticed the many different glasses of alcohol I’d been drinking from in his absence. It wasn’t that he minded me consuming alcohol, it wasn’t his place to anyway, but something about my current state made him uneasy and ache to get me out of the situation as fast as possible.
My hand absently drew patterns over his chest and I followed my own finger with attentive eyes. His skin was warm under the thin material and my tongue had to hold back the small moan rolling off it at the thought of the warmth being revealed to my eyes. If only that damn silk wasn’t there. 

“Is it your turn to throw up on me tonight?” Harry joked when I hiccuped and the tiniest bit of bile tickled my throat. 

I shook my head, then grinned up at him and poked his cheek. “Only if that means it’s your turn to take off your shirt. Remember? Like I did that night.”

“I’m gonna leave you two to it,” the guy Harry had met up with excused himself and Harry quickly apologized to him, promised to reach out another time and then turned to me. 

His hands held me at an arms reach from him and I blushed when his eyes stared into mine intensely. “What’s gotten into you, Y/N? Don’t think I’ve seen you quite this tipsy before. If not dare I say, wasted.”

“I’m fine,” I groaned and slapped his shoulder, “Fun-police.”

My hands reached for him again, gentler this time, and Harry’s lips parted in surprise when I shrugged off his hold and instead slung my arms around his neck. I nuzzled his collarbones and giggled at how funny it felt to press my breasts, which were as I’d warned him earlier today, not supported by a bra, to his chest.
Harry loosely held me to him. 

“Jeez, Y/N,” he sighed, “M’gonna take you home, alright? Think you’re unwell.”

“Because I want to be close to you?” I gasped, pushing him back. 

Sudden hurt cursed through my middle, making my tummy turn and eyes water. He was rejecting me, he didn’t want me to touch him or be as clingy with him as he’d been with me all week. If that wasn’t beyond unfair!
Harry frowned at my upset expression. 

“Hey,” he caressed my cheek gently, “Don’t give me that look, baby. M’just worried about you, s’all. Appreciate how much you like me all of a sudden, believe me. S’nice to have you attached like that.”

“M’not being clingy,” I whined, though of course I was. 

“You are,” he smiled and soothed my pout with a kiss to my forehead, “but I like it, so it’s fine. Please let me get you home now, though, alright?”

“I’d much rather dance with you!” I giggled, letting him take my hands only to move them and force them up so he was sort of twirling me around, “Show off my dress and my hot, handsome and oh so sweet Harry.”

At that he laughed and when I looked up at him, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes wide. His heart hammered in his chest and never before had he felt himself long to lean in and kiss me as strongly as he did now.

“Babe,” he warned, “You’re drunk off your arse. C’mon.”

His fingers interlocked with one of my hands and he pulled me with slow but certain steps towards my two giggling friends. He wore a stern look, though I knew him well enough to know that there was a smile right under the surface and that he wasn’t really mad at me or them. 

“Don’t care which one of you is responsible for this,” he nodded at me giggling behind him, amused with how his shirt looked when I pulled at the hem, “but m’gonna have to take care of her now. So thank you very much.”

“As if you mind,” Gina grinned. 

Harry glanced at her before turning to Amy, the arguably most sober one from all of us, “Will you two be alright without us?”

“Of course,” she assured him, “Go get Y/N home.”

….

It was a funny drive home.
Harry spent the whole twenty minutes apologizing profoundly to the cab driver who had to endure me singing christmas songs (baldy), me shouting at Harry that I was serious and sure that I would throw up right now (I didn’t), me crying because I was embarrassing Harry and finally, me complimenting a helpless Harry every five seconds. 

“I love your hair,” I’d sighed, one fist holding on to it tightly, “So fucking soft.”

“Thanks, love,” Harry sighed, by this point just letting me say and touch whatever I wanted since trying to shut me up had proven itself to be pointless. 

I leaned in closer, my lips ghosted over the shell of his ear and Harry’s toes curled when I moaned faintly and my warm breath hit his skin. “Tell you a secret. I wish I knew what it was like to hold on to it during sex.”

“And on that note,” the cab driver interrupted, “M’glad to say that we have reached your destination.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever tipped somebody as much as I did that poor man,” Harry groaned as he carried me down the hallway and into my bedroom. 

I giggled against his neck and kicked my legs back and forth. “You’re such a good guy, H.”

Once there, he dropped me on my mattress and began to remove my shoes with quick fingers, freeing my aching feet.

“Want me to help with your dress as well?” he asked, genuinely trying to help and with no erotic thoughts behind his suggestion at all. Well, perhaps some.

I gave a lazy nod and stretched out my arms. “Yes please.”

A shirt was dropped on my chest and I giggled when Harry accidentally tickled me by touching my sides briefly. He fumbled to find the zipper, pulled it down and slowly began to push the material off my shoulders and then down my stomach, all the while trying to adjust the shirt he’d thrown over me like a blanket so it kept certain areas covered from his eyes. 

“You’re so sweet,” I cooed once I lay technically naked, except for the shirt, before him, “A real gentleman.” 

“Thanks,” he hummed, “Now put the shirt on while I’ll find you a pair of shorts, alright?”

With numb fingers I somehow managed to push my body up and into a sitting position and then pull the shirt over my head. It fell over my thighs and it was then that I realized the shirt wasn’t mine, but the silky fabric he’d been wearing all night. I diverted my eyes to the Styles resting right over my left breast, and blushed. 

“Suits you,” he hummed and smiled when my eyes found his where he stood by the edge of my bed. Topless. 

“You’re not wearing a shirt,” I sighed, a small grin pulling at my lips, “Didn’t even have to throw up on you first.”

He laughed and shrugged at that, then tossed me a pair of shorts, though when I groaned and complained that I couldn’t put them on myself, he complied and helped me pull them up my legs. 

“Do you think we can skip brushing my teeth?” I whimpered, the thought of getting up saddening me somehow. 

“Sweetheart,” he sighed and sat down beside me, and his heart aching at how adorably uncertain I looked, “Please don’t drink like this again, alright?” 

“Alright, “ I nodded and he smiled softly when my fingers found his. 

For a moment we stayed silent, my eyes were set on his hand while his didn’t leave my face. My head wasn’t too cloudy anymore, maybe because the water he’d forced me to drink before carrying me to bed, was working wonders already, and slowly I started to realize what I’d done. Oh, shit.

“I kinda flirted with you tonight,” I murmured, hot embarrassment burning my cheeks.

Harry giggled adorably and I moved to make room for him so he could slip under the blanket and cover me with it as well. My head found his shoulder to rest on and his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me further into his chest. 

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and dropped a kiss to my temple, “Don’t be. S’fine.”

We fell silent once more, our eyes focused on different spots in my room and slowly we both felt sleep creep up on us. 
I scratched his bare tummy with my fingers and sighed against his skin. This felt incredible. The silk material warmed against my skin as it lay pressed to his naked chest, a fact I under other circumstances would have swooned over.
He held on to me tighter. 

“M’only saying this because you’re my best friend,” he sighed against my forehead and moaned lowly when my leg pushed between his so we lay wound together, “And because I think the alcohol s’gonna delete the memory off your brain by tomorrow anyway, but I kinda fancy you, Y/N.”

The words were rushed and his chest rumbled under my ear when he spoke. I cuddled myself further against him, joy and love warming my heart.

“Good,” I murmured and placed a soft kiss to the warmth of his jaw, “Kinda fancy you as well, H.”

The white pillow our heads were resting on dipped when he turned his head and upon looking up our eyes met, curiosity and surprise reflecting in the other’s orbs.

“Huh,” he hummed and a finger found my cheek to caress it tenderly, “Okay. Maybe try not to forget this bit of the night then.”

“I’ll give it my best.” 

We didn’t kiss that night, though I burned to do so. But Harry already hadn’t imagined to admit how he felt while I was intoxicated, the truth had just spilled out of him at the sight of me comfortable and pressed to his chest and because it felt so good to be cuddled up to me in my bed, but he at least he wanted our first kiss to be when we were both sober and, well, when it was perfect.
And turned out perfect came the next morning, when both of our mouths smelled of morning breath and they met each other smiling, after I’d sleepily hushed into his ear that my memory was very much in tact and that I still very much and head over heels, adored my best friend.


Hope you enjoyed this! I quite like it not gonna lie… :) 
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Interview with The Last Jedi’s Domhnall Gleeson AKA General Hux

Moms ‘N Charge | Dec 14, 2017

So this week has been all about the interviews we conducted with Star Wars cast from the Global Press Event. I’m excited about sharing today’s interview with Domhnall Gleeson AKA General Hux himself. When he walked in the room and we greeted him with cheers and rounds of applause, this was his reaction:

“You know I’m not Cate Blanchett, right? [LAUGHTER]. I used to get called Cate all the time when I was nineteen cause I look like her… How you  all doing?”

I loved that! He was so fun to chat with. Check out our interview below.

On why he didn’t screen the film with his fellow castmates the night before?

“I decided I would rather see it with two thousand people who don’t know what’s going to happen. Just the feeling in the room…at The Force Awakens, that premier was insane. I was there with my dad and my friend Lawrence. The whoops and cheering and big gasps and everything. I didn’t want to miss out on that being my first experience with the film, so I’m waiting until whatever day it is next week.”

Regarding Disney’s Star Tours ride: How Domnhall feels about it

I talked about our experience at Disneyland during this press trip. So we wanted to know what it was like to be a part of a ride that is at Disney?

“Once he realized we were down the street from Disneyland, he responded: Oh, I’ll have to go, [LAUGHTER].  It’s cool. Like, being part of two different rides that literally millions of people will go on is kind of ridiculous. But, in a way, it’s no different than the films. So many people are going to see Star Wars that it’s a bit nuts. The whole thing is a little bit nuts. It’s good though!”

About filming Star Wars in Ireland where he’s from

“I love it. And I love that the people who went there had an amazing time. I love that they got good weather. And that they were all the way up and down the west coast, and Ireland is my home. I think it’s the best place in the world, and I’m just happy for people to see it. It’s an intensely beautiful place, and they got to see it in intensely beautiful weather, which is ridiculous. That never happens [LAUGHTER].”

“So when they came back and they were all talking about what a good time they had in Ireland, even though I had nothing to do with that, I have to say I was pretty proud, yeah.”

Domhnall shares how past Star Wars Villians helped to shape General Hux

“You can’t steal, but obviously, his place in things at the beginning of the film is like Peter Cushing’s kind of role. That’s in terms of the way the villains are set up. He would be fulfilling that role a little bit, just that very clipped English accent, I liked for that. But then you have to go to the real world to find you influences cause you can’t take your character notes from other characters. I think you want to base it on something that’s real.”

“So I understood where he stood in things, but no, the influences would have come from elsewhere. And the most interesting version of Hux, it turns out (which is not there from the very beginning) was the one that’s actually very dysfunctional with Kylo Ren and battling for his place in things. And for favor from Snoke.”

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Bad Decisions (Grayson Dolan)

New Grayson Dolan Series!

Bad Decisions by Ariana Grande

Originally posted by dolangram

Grayson Dolan. Two words came to mind when someone said his name. Bad Boy. He was the guy every girl wanted and the guy ever other guy wanted to be. He could walk into a room and all eyes were instantly on him. He didn’t earn the reputation of being a bad boy by just standing there. He was often doing bad things like skipping school and getting in fights. I guess that was attractive to the girls though because they all wanted him, however Grayson showed no interest in the many beautiful and quite easy girls that threw themselves at him all the time. In fact he only looked at one girl. That girl was me. 

“Grayson Dolan actually showed up today what a surprise.” my best and only friend said as she sat down beside me. 

“and why would I care?” I asked giving her a look. 

“cause you’re like his muse or something, I’m so jealous.” she said opening her binder.

I didn’t believe that at all. He just gave me a stare down every once and awhile. I don’t know why he would like a girl like me anyways. I was too shy to even talk to a guy and pretty much spent all my free time in the library studying. I was a nerd, a nobody, but Grayson he wasn’t just anybody, he was a big deal in our small town. He was quite different from his twin brother Ethan who was captain of the football team and probably the nicest kid in school. 

“whatever you say.” I said rolling my eyes. 

as If on queue Grayson comes strolling in the room making sure to give me a small smile before taking his seat at the back of the classroom. Ethan came in directly after him taking his usual spot at the front of the classroom beside me. 

“alright class since it’s getting closer to middle of the year we are going to do a midterm project.” our history teacher Mrs. Hall announced to the class.

groans were heard from all of the students well except for me. I didn’t mind doing projects because I liked to be creative with my knowledge. 

“now don’t worry you will be doing these projects in partners.” Mrs. Hall said making the students perk up.

I was the one to groan this time. I hated partner work because I always got stuck with the worst partners. 

“okay pick your partners quickly.” She said turning to the chalkboard. 

I looked immediately towards my only friend but she had already partnered up with her boyfriend Shawn. I rolled my eyes. Suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see Grayson smiling at me. . 

I was shocked that he even approached me. 

“how about you and I be partners?” He said offering me an innocent smile. 

I gulped as he stared me down. I could see the girls standing behind him practically begging him to be their partner so they could spend alone time with him. 

“uh me?” I asked not sure if he was actually talking to me.

“yes you silly.” He said chuckling a bit. 

I bet my face was as red as a tomato by now. Grayson has never said a word to me but here he was asking me to be his partner. 

“so is that a yes or a no?” He asked still looking at me.

Suddenly I was hit in the head with a paper ball. I turned around to see a couple girls snickering.

“who the hell threw that?” Grayson growled clenching his jaw. 

the snickering immediately died down as Grayson took a seat beside me.

“we’re going to be partners okay?” He said giving me a smile.

“okay.” I said just above a whisper.

“so you do talk.” Grayson said laughing. 

“uh yeah.” I said again just barely above a whisper. 

He was about to respond when Mrs. Hall cut him off. 

“alright class here is the rubric and the directions for the project, I will assign you a location and you must create a project that shows what that location is best known for. I will give you the rest of the class to discuss with your partner about what you will be doing.” She said passing out the papers. 

I looked at our location. Paris France. 

“ah the city of love, what could we do? wink wink.” Grayson said wiggling his eyebrows. 

I started laughing making him smile at me. I immediately stopped laughing when I saw him staring. 

“you have a nice laugh.” Grayson said giving me a smile. 

“thanks.” I said shyly looking at my notebook. 

“so partner what should we do for this project?” He asked looking at the textbook.

I saw his brow furrow as he looked through the text book. Grayson skipped a lot of classes so it wasn’t a surprise that he had no idea what was going on in any of his classes. He let out a frustrated groan as he turned the book. 

“are you okay?” I shyly asked looking at him. 

“uh I just have a bit of dyslexia it’s no biggie.” He said closing the book.

I felt bad for him. He acted like it wasn’t a big deal but it totally was. He was struggling to read. I was about to respond when the bell rang signaling the end of class. Grayson and I didn’t even decide what we were doing for our project yet. It was lunch time which means I would go to the library.

“yo dude let’s go.” Grayson’s buddies said grabbing his shoulder. 

Grayson gave me a smile before walking out of the classroom. I grabbed my books and my lunch bag before heading to the library. I walked in giving the librarian Mrs. Lee a small smile. I sat at one of the tables before taking out the sandwich I made myself. I was quiet as I read a novel I’d already read a thousand times and ate my sandwich. Suddenly the chair beside me is pulled out and someone sits down. 

“so this is what the library looks like.” 

I turn to see Grayson smiling at me holding his lunch tray. 

“what are you doing here?” I asked him shyly.

“well we never decided what we were doing for our project and I don’t know about you but I would like a good grade.” Grayson said.

“since when do you care about grades?” I asked him laughing a little bit. 

“since I skipped too much school and now I’m doomed to repeat this grade unless I get good grades for the rest of the year.” He said smirking. 

“fair point, so what do you want to do?” I asked him. 

“you do know you’re the smart one between the two of us.” He said laughing. 

“well it’s Paris so we obviously have to incorporate the Eiffel Tower but what could we do to show the city of love?” I asked as I looked through the textbook.

“well how about we make the Eiffel Tower out of hearts?” Grayson said smiling. 

“that’s actually a really good idea.” I said writing it in my notebook. 

“really? I don’t have many of those.” He said making me laugh. 

I noticed Grayson staring at me laughing making me stop and grow shy again.

I started a rough sketch of the Eiffel Tower made completely of hearts. I noticed Grayson staring at me, making my cheeks flush red. I was about to respond when we were surrounded. I looked up to see some of the jocks glaring down Grayson. 

“Grayson Dolan in the library, well there is quite a sight.” Nate one of the star basketball players said. 

“you’re going soft Grayson.” One of the other boys said. 

“want to test that theory?” Grayson growled clenching his fists. 

I didn’t know what was happening so I did what I always did when I was nervous and started to shrink away. 

“oh are we scaring you?” Nate asked looking at me. 

Grayson got up pulling me by the arm so I was behind him now. 

“leave her alone.” Grayson growled. 

His hand was still on my arm making my heart race a thousand miles per hour. 

“You shouldn’t have messed with Brody’s girlfriend.” Nate said standing up. 

“Brody’s girl threw herself at me, not surprisingly Brody’s a dick much like the rest of you. I told her I didn’t want anything to do with her and she was ugly crying, not my fault.” Grayson said laughing.

“maybe we should mess with your girl.” Nate smirked. 

I noticed Grayson grow instantly tense. I also felt the heat spread to my cheeks as I was described as Grayson’s girl. 

“why don’t you try and see what happens.” Grayson said letting go of my arm and balling his fists again. 

I didn’t want there to be a fight. 

“Grayson let’s go, they aren’t worth your time.” I said stepping in front of him. 

His facial features instantly changed to a softer look. 

“okay, let’s go.” Grayson said softly. 

I gathered my backpack and started walking out of the library with Grayson.

“yeah Grayson listen to your little bitch.” Nate called chuckling with his group of friends. 

Grayson immediately stopped. 

“what did you just call her?” He asked turning to face the boys. 

“I believe I called her a bitch.” Nate said folding his arms across his chest. 

“yeah that’s what I thought you said.” Grayson said smirking. 

Grayson ran at Nate picking him up before slamming him on the library table and punching him hard in the jaw. He turned to one of the other boys punching him right in to nose. There were more of them but Grayson was stronger, and more experienced. Nate got up punching Grayson making his nose bleed. One of the boys kicked Grayson down to where Nate could repeatedly kick him. 

“stop please!” I said going over to the group of boys. 

Nate looked at me laughing before walking towards me. I backed away but he just walked closer.

“now tell me what are you doing with a loser like Dolan?” Nate asked before flicking off my glasses.

I grabbed my glasses and put them on just in time to see Grayson tackle Nate to the ground. He repeatedly punched Nate over and over again.

“don’t you dare fucking touch her.” Grayson growled with each punch. 

Suddenly Grayson was ripped off of Nate and the principle stood there glaring at all of us. 

“All of you in my office now!” Principle Ross yelled. 

I looked at Grayson in panic. We walked to his office, Nate glaring at Grayson the entire time. 

“who started this fight?” Principle Ross asked both boys. 

of course Grayson said Nate and Nate said Grayson. It turned in to even more of an argument. 

“Y/N you’re honest, tell me who really started the fight?” Principle Ross asked me.

I looked down shyly. I looked at Grayson who looked at his feet. 

“Nate.” I said shyly.

“WHAT THAT IS SUCH BULLSHIT.” Nate fumed but he was already being escorted in to the office. 

“look you too get back to class and don’t get in to any more fights!” Principle Ross 

We watched him walk away before exiting the office.

“oh my gosh I’ve never lied before, and now I just lied to the freaking principle of our school!” I said freaking out. 

“oh man Y/N you’re really worrying me, you’re going down a really dangerous path.” Grayson said smirking. 

“oh shut up.” I said laughing. 

there was an awkward silence that fell between us as we walked down the hall.

“why are you even talking to me?” I asked as we stopped in the hallway. 

“what do you mean?” Grayson asked. 

“I’m mean why me?” I said putting my head down. 

Grayson put a hand under my chin making my eyes meet his. He leaned in close, and it sent shivers down my spine. 

“why not you.” He whispered in my ear. 

I couldn’t help the blush that spread to my cheeks as Grayson dropped my chin.

“I’ll see you later, partner.” Grayson said giving me a wink.

I watched him walk away as a million butterflies erupted in my stomach. I don’t know what this feeling was, but I think I liked it.

PART TWO? SHARE THIS IF YOU WANT A PART TWO!

11 hours as a couple

Harry sighed at the magnificently designed silver and gold invitation to Blaise and Ginny’s wedding. He shook his head but he picked up a pen and a sheet of paper to write his RSVP anyway.

He was in the middle of writing ‘no plus one’ when a sharp knock sounded on his front door. Harry waited a moment to see if whoever it was would assume he wasn’t home and sod off, but the knocking only got louder and more persistent.

“Ugh, okay. I’m coming.” Harry was ready to tell the person on the other side of the door to fuck off, but when he saw that it was Draco Malfoy, his words disappeared and he just stood there with his mouth open.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes at Harry. “Close your mouth. You look like one of those statues on top of fountains who spit fountain water out of their mouths.”

Harry snapped his mouth shut, but he didn’t respond in any other way.

Malfoy rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? It’s bloody freezing out here.”

Harry nodded and moved aside to let Malfoy in. Malfoy walked into Harry’s house like he lived there, heading straight for the kitchen where he started opening and shutting cabinets like a madman. Harry closed the door and went after Malfoy.

“What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?”

“I’m looking for alcohol.”

“And why are you looking for alcohol in my house?”

“I need to talk to you,” Malfoy said, finally turning around to look at Harry. “Didn’t you get the invitation? It’s so insensitive, isn’t it? The way they’re flaunting their happiness?”

“Who? Blaise and Ginny?” Harry asked, and Malfoy rolled his eyes before going back to searching the cabinets.

“Yes, obviously, Blaise and Ginny. Ah, yes! There it is. Scotch.” Malfoy promptly set to work fixing himself a drink while Harry stared at him.

“Why are you so upset?”

Malfoy took a drink before saying, “Why aren’t you upset? You were with Ginny for nearly two years.”

Harry shook his head. “Ginny and I are friends. I thought you and Blaise were still friends as well.”

“We are. And I do want Blaise to find love and happiness, but not until I find it too. It will be horribly embarrassing to show up at their cute little Christmas wedding by myself. Which is why-” Draco stopped his sentence when he caught sight of the papers on Harry’s kitchen table. He glared at Harry’s RSVP, snapped his fingers, and the paper vanished.

Although Harry was impressed by that wandless magic, he still exclaimed, “What the fuck, Malfoy? I’m going to Blaise and Ginny’s wedding. I don’t care that you’re pissed off, Ginny’s my friend and I have to go even if that means going by myself.” Harry stared defiantly at Malfoy, but Malfoy seemed unmoved.

“I never said not to go to the wedding, Potter. I was going to suggest that we spare ourselves some shame by going together.” Malfoy raised his eyebrows at Harry, and Harry recognized it as a challenge.

“I’m listening,” Harry said. He sat down at the table and wandlessly pushed a chair back for Malfoy to sit in. Malfoy didn’t appreciate Harry’s neat trick with the chair, but he sat down nonetheless.

“All we need to do is pretend to be a couple for their wedding day. We get to the ceremony at noon and leave the reception at eleven at night, so that’s only eleven hours. When they get back from their honeymoon we can tell them we broke up because we weren’t a good fit or something.”

“What about the other people at the wedding? Like the Weasleys and Hermione and Pansy? Are we going to keep pretending around them while Blaise and Ginny are on their honeymoon?”
Draco shrugged and took another swig of scotch. “Yes, I suppose. But we won’t be around them together, so it won’t be as hard.”

Harry nodded. He thought over the plan for about a second before he said, “Yeah, I’ll do it.”

“Of course you will. It’s an ingenious idea. Now, let’s get to work on our story. Who do you think made the first move?”

Malfoy- no, Draco, Harry was supposed to call him Draco today- arrived bright and early at Harry’s house on Christmas Eve morning.

Harry shook off his nerves, took one last look in the mirror, and went to greet his fake boyfriend for eleven hours at the door.

When Harry opened the door and saw Draco, his jaw practically hit the floor. Draco looked handsome, but no, not just handsome, stunning. Gorgeous. His hair was styled off of his face, but he had used nowhere near the same amount of styling gel he used in first and second year. He wore midnight blue and white dress robes which brought out the blue hints in his eyes.

“What did I tell you about closing your mouth?” Draco said. When Harry’s jaw didn’t move, Draco put a finger under Harry’s chin and shut Harry’s mouth himself. He smirked as if he was rather pleased with himself. “Come on, Harry.”

After a moment, Harry followed Draco into the lounge.

“You remember the story we agreed upon, yes?” Draco asked as Harry got the Floo powder.

“Yes. Wait, sorry, I don’t remember our first kiss. When was it again?”

“October. We were standing under a lamppost. You leaned in first, then me. Remember now?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, I think I got it. Let’s go.”

Draco and Harry’s fake relationship was first put to the test when the usher put them in the seats next to Neville and Luna at the ceremony.

“Oh, Draco,” Luna said, and she threw her arms around him. “I’ve missed you.” She realized Harry was sitting next to Draco and exclaimed, “Oh, Harry, I’ve missed you too.” She looked back and forth between Draco and Harry for a moment. “You two came together?”

Draco nodded. “We’re dating.” He took Harry’s hand in his own, and Harry had to convince himself that his heart was only beating so fast because he was scared of the plan not working.

Luna smiled. “That’s wonderful. Your auras really compliment each other, you know that? I’ve always thought you two would make a happy couple. Isn’t that right, Neville?” Luna said, turning to the man next to her.

Neville looked up from the wedding program, confused. “What?” He caught sight of Draco and Harry’s intertwined hands and his confusion grew.

“I said, I’ve always thought Draco and Harry would be good together. Isn’t that right, Neville?”

Neville’s brow furrowed. “Uh, yes you have. I just never thought it would actually happen.”

Luna nodded and smiled before turning back to Draco and Harry. “I am absolutely thrilled for you.”

Neville was frowning, but he congratulated them anyway, “Yeah. I’m glad you guys are happy.” Neville’s words were obviously supposed to be a statement but they came out more like a question.

Feeling oddly like he had to defend himself and Draco, Harry said emphatically, “Yes, we are very happy. Draco makes me smile everyday.” Harry glanced at Draco, who was looking at him with a slightly surprised expression, and gave a little smile that he hoped would inspire Draco to play along.

For some reason, Draco blushed. Then he cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, that’s, uh, yeah, it’s true. I’ve- I mean, we’ve never been happier.” Harry thought that was strange, as he’d never heard Draco speak so inarticulately before. He thought Draco might be nervous, so he squeezed  his hand. Draco blushed again and looked away.

“That’s nice,” Neville said. “When did-”

“Oh, Neville, the wedding will start soon, let’s watch for Ginny.”

Draco and Harry had gotten to the reception space while it was still fairly empty, and Draco took one look around the massive ballroom, said, “Lovely color scheme,” and then dragged Harry to the restroom to talk.

Draco fixed his hair in the mirror (Harry didn’t think it needed fixing) as he asked Harry, “How do you think it’s going?”

“I think it’s going well,” Harry said. “But the reception is going to be the hard part, isn’t it? We’ll have to talk to Blaise and Ginny, Hermione and Ron, and Pansy, and they’re going to be the most skeptical.”

“Yes, Granger did look a bit alarmed when she was walking down the aisle and saw us holding hands.”

“We’ll manage. Is there anything you think we need to review before we go out there?”

Draco smoothed down his robes and shook his head. “I think we’ll be fine.”

Suddenly, someone pounded on the door to the restroom, shouting, “Oi! You’re not the bloody Minister of Magic, are you? What gives you the right to hog the restroom?”
“Shit,” Draco said. “We have to make it look like we were kissing in here or something.”

Harry frowned. “What? Why?”

“Why else would we be in here together for an extended period of time?”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Okay, well, what do people usually look like when they’ve been snogging in a restroom?”

“Um, their hair and clothes are messed up.”

Draco looked horrified. “There’s no way I’m messing up my hair or my robes. How else do people look when they’ve been caught snogging?”

“Their faces are red.”

“Well, shit, I don’t know how to make my face red. Maybe we should just- maybe it’s not-” It was clear to Harry that Draco was panicking, so he just acted on the first idea he had.

Harry put his hands on Draco’s arms and leaned in to kiss him. The moment his lips touched Draco’s, Draco froze. For a second it was rather awkward, but then Draco noticeably relaxed and kissed Harry back. His hands moved to circle Harry’s waist and Harry’s hands slid up to cup Draco’s jaw. They both melted into the kiss, and soon enough they were snogging for real. Then the knocking on the restroom door returned and they broke apart.

“Well, our faces are red,” Harry said. Draco didn’t reply, he just stood there with his lips still parted and eyes wide. Harry kind of wanted to kiss him again. Instead he grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the restroom.

The eleven hours were nearly up, and Draco was still thinking about that kiss.

For the most part, the day had gone exactly according to plan. Everyone, including their closest friends, believed that he and Harry were a couple. Initially Draco found that odd, but as the day went on he realized his very not-fake attraction to Harry must be apparent to the people around them. The only thing that had not gone according to plan this day was the kiss that Harry and Draco shared in the restroom. That perfect, infuriating, mind-blowing kiss which Draco was reliving in his head over and over until Harry approached him and shook him out of his reverie.

“I’m sorry, what?” Draco said.

“I asked you if you’d like to dance.”

Draco stared at Harry’s outstretched hand for a moment, but then he set his hand in Harry’s and smiled. “I’d love to.”

When they were out on the dance floor, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as if they’d been designed for this specific purpose, Harry pulled Draco close and spoke into his ear.

“Today was fun. More fun than I thought it would be.”
“Yeah,” Draco agreed, not knowing how to say what he wanted to say. Luckily for Draco, Harry did know how to say what he wanted to.

“I’d enjoy being your boyfriend for eleven hours again sometime. Maybe even for longer than eleven hours.”

Draco pulled back from Harry just far enough to answer him with a kiss.

※ SHIT I HEARD AT COLLEGE ※

a thrilling saga of shit i’ve heard at college; these are all from my first semester of sophomore year. feel free to change names/pronouns/etc.! more ‘shit i heard/said’ starters!

  • “The porn industry is moving swimmingly.”
  • “We all need men. Go find them.”
  • “It’s not an opera, bitches, it’s a flight.”
  • “Don’t look! It makes their dick bigger!”
  • “I have my own place and I can light as many candles as I want.”
  • “I’m not a librarian, sir.”
  • “How’s your sack lunch, bitch?”
  • “Stab me in the ass and turn me into Kim Kardashian.”
  • “I stayed up another hour just to cry.”
  • “I just got a nude and I don’t know how to feel about it.”
  • “I’m gonna go stab my eyes out now.”
  • “We get it. You have a big truck and a small penis.”
  • “It’s an epidemic, Karter!”
  • “There’s no cups, so I’m using a bowl. To drink apple juice.”
  • “Fuck y’all, I’m eating Fruit Loops!”
  • “I don’t know my superhero name, but here I am with my can of Lysol and my plastic fork.”
  • “Your list of things to do includes making the best 2000s playlist of all time and fighting me at Cheesecake Factory.”
  • “This is borderline human abuse.”
  • “How do you feel about fluorescent lighting?”
  • “I’m sorry, I’m on a college budget, I’ll give you two nickels and a paper clip.”
  • “We couldn’t say hell, because… Catholic school problems.”
  • “I don’t want them to call me and be like, ‘we’re about to drill into your face!’”
  • “Ugh, yes, the hot TA, what club are you in?”
  • “My rat bastard dad? What about him?”
  • “I have an idea that I’m positive no other human has ever had: butter flavored ice cream.”
  • “I hate myself, but I’m funny, so…”
  • “This man loves puppies and he is not afraid to say it.”
  • “There’s just something about stale food that I really like.”
  • “I like how we’re watching our upcoming death on TV.”
  • “When I get wasted, I want to fight. It’s a problem.”
  • “My boyfriend got really drunk and started drinking nectar out of the hummingbird feeder.”
  • “He currently has a child.”
  • “That’s a good way of getting rid of a baby.”
  • “He can’t look at his dead parents or his alive children.”
  • “I can’t focus on reading, ‘cause I just wanna watch Drake and Josh.”
  • “My roommate loves manifestos. Especially the Communist Manifesto.”
  • “Have you studied his naked body or something?”
  • “Okay, we got our Greek tragic playwrights: there’s Sophocles… there’s Euripides… uh… Isosceles?”
  • “We’re so stupid we click things that say ‘click here for here’.”
  • “So there were just 95 loose pigs.”
  • “This is called shaming.”
  • “I can’t be the only person who says ‘meatballs and spaghetti’.”
  • “What could go wrong? …oh, shit, I’m on fire.”
  • “Don’t call Kourtney unless you wanna suck dick tonight.”
  • “There’s no one around. He’s talking to his dick.”
  • “Just ‘cause it’s Greek doesn’t mean it’s sophisticated.”
  • “I hate myself, but I hate her more.”
  • “I don’t know anything about it, but it has bread in the name, so I want to try it.”
  • “Just… don’t breathe this class.”
  • “Megan: secret crop top wearer.”
  • “I’m embracing my aesthetic while you’re embracing… Jon Hamm’s face.”
  • “What are we doing tonight besides homework? …and bread?”
  • “I’m witnessing a breakup right here in the Starbucks line.”
  • “I nominate Gushers as a snack suggestion, but, like, a lot of them. All of them.”
  • “I have a strong immune system.”
  • “I was so worked up about the bolo ties.”
  • “Also, I was wine drunk, so…”
  • “Does she hit him? I hope she hits him.”
  • “Only Matthew McConaughey drives Lincolns.”
  • “Oh, yeah, I’m totally a Republican… Pence is daddy…”
  • “After that… is the exact same thing… from a different angle.”
  • “All my life, I’ve been striving to be better than Kidz Bop.”
  • “Is ‘slaveitude’ a word?”
  • “Ted Bundy was attractive. People knew him.”
  • “I feel like whoever’s in charge of the Reese’s company is really high right now. Like, putting Reese’s inside of Reese’s.”
  • “One beer bottle on campus might be a problem, but if there’s 8, they’re props.”
  • “With elevators, it’s not claustrophobia. It’s that I don’t trust the government.”
  • “Headphones: in. World: out. Notes font: ugly.”
  • “You know that’s a felony, right?”
  • “That’s a… fourth or fifth impression kind of story.”
  • “That means she definitely fucked a member of Kiss.”
  • “I feel free, but also ugly.”
  • “This is my unassigned assigned seat, and if any of you take it, I will fight you.”
  • “I went to the Home Depot, bought a bunch of lights, put them up in the air, and said ‘this is art’.”
  • “Because I was a full New Yorker, I just kept walking.”
  • “We almost died, but our last meal would’ve been free, so…”
  • “What’s a funeral like in 2017? GIFs and memes.”
  • “I would like to thank not only God but also Tinder.”
  • “I sat through a 40 minute argument about how Justin Bieber started the Cold War.”
  • “I’m just walking down the hallway, thinking about ways to throw myself down the stairs and make it look like an accident.”
  • “Now, if it was Kidz Bop, I’d go see it.”
  • “Don’t name your kid Ethelwold.”
  • “Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes: a vision for America.”
  • “My dad’s not getting dick from anyone.”
  • “I’m a shady beach and y’all are my shady beaches.”
  • “Oh, no, don’t write that down…”
  • “At Chipotle, God himself picked those avocados and put them in the guacamole.”
  • “It should be a holiday: Ohio awareness day.”
  • “We should go to a nice place. A formal place. California Pizza Kitchen.”
  • “What do you do in geology lab? Dissect rocks?”
  • “What great weather for a mental breakdown.”
  • “He’s not computer generated; he’s actually that large.”
  • “I’ve done some soul searching and I think that ranch dressing is my favorite food.”
  • “I almost said his birthday was in 1926. It’s like, we got a little bit of an age gap.”
  • “Are you physically running away from the situation?”
  • “I will personally call Papa John to tell him that he’s the reason my life isn’t going right.”
  • “I can’t wait for middle-aged sex now.”
  • “I should’ve known, there aren’t two eclipses in a year!”
  • “I walked around with a bear taser for a year and a half.”
  • “I found out that the guy I have a restraining order against has been peeing on my car for two years.”
  • “He fought the devil in jeans and no shirt.”
  • “She threw my fucking pillow off of the balcony!”
  • “Tickets are for something fun. Paying the check is not fun.”
  • “It’s Halloween, calories don’t count on holidays.”
  • “Well, you know how I said we met in philosophy class? Well… Elise doesn’t take philosophy class.”
  • “You got it wrong. You said 56 point 2. The answer was 56 point 2.”
  • “Do I want that horrible sock tan line the I had for five years back? Yeah, I do.”
  • “I got drunk, threw up, got high, and came here.”
  • “It’s Titanic blue. I’m the Heart of the Ocean, bitch.”
  • “The only rat bastard in our lives is Russ.”
  • “The beats are so good, but the words are such trash.”
  • “I had to fight someone in the elevator yesterday.
  • “…I’ve awakened the Demigorgon.”
  • “We solved the great hiccup epidemic of 2017.”
  • “Watch out, Kansas, I’m coming for you.”
  • “Do not associate my birthday with math terms.”
  • “That’s some Hunger Games type shit.”
  • “Fuck y’all, I hope you trip and die.”
  • “I’m very confused and also cold: an American tale. A five part miniseries, this fall on HBO.”
  • “I am Mrs. Grey! Bring me the kink!”
  • “I really wanna make a shirt that’s all Comic Sans.”
  • “I was thinking about Panera’s mac and cheese in a bread bowl, and I started crying.”
  • “We’re gonna steal your WiFi, but it’s okay, because Panhellenic love.”
  • “I have confidence that you’re not gonna get pregnant within those two hours.”
  • “See if this card works. I mean, it should work, but, like…”
  • “I think my favorite part was slowly dying.”
  • “All they serve is chicken salad, so you really have to like chicken salad.”
  • “I have three papers and a test this week, I don’t have time for feelings to resurface.”
  • “I’m living a life. Not my best one.”
  • “When you write a report on a book you’ve never read.”
  • “Don’t tell me what to wear when you wear Crocs to the bar.”
  • “I have listened to literally nothing but Hallelujah and My Heart Will Go On all day today.”
  • “Oh my god, Elise, you fucking bitch, get your shit together, and write your paper.”
  • You know what I’m really devastated about? I’m all out of Fruit Roll-ups.”
  • “We’re gonna be teachers. We have school forever.”
  • “I don’t want your sympathy, I want your anger.”
  • “Clowns… doorknobs… the color yellow… ducks… I’m quoting Victorious…”
  • “Did you just say ‘hey Sophie’ to not include me? ‘Cause, guess what, bitch, I’m still here.”
  • “I live here, I know when we have salad!”
  • “I think Satan’s middle name is cumulative.”
  • “I will put up with my moose husband for however long I need.”
  • “I’ve literally been down here for an hour and a half waiting for these nonexistent cookies.”
  • “I’m keeping a detailed list of Elise’s hickeys.”
  • “I’m an adult, I say as I eat my Fruit Roll-up.”
  • “Oh, my practicum grade is in! Let’s see… 36.”
  • “SOS, I’m in bed and it’s so comfy, but I need to get up to study, what do I do?”
  • “Get up. Only a few more days until we can sleep all we want.”
  • “So you’re admitting you live in the woods.”
  • “I don’t know if it’s finals stress or if this is actually the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, but I’m crying.”
  • “It was optional, don’t make me feel bad for skipping class.”
  • “I’ve heard that, if enough people fail, they’ll have to curve it.”
  • “How do you even study for this?”