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omg this is too cute i love it xx

you got my devotion, but man i can hate you somtimes

summary: jj’s gets wrapped up in a relationship with the cool girl who works the front desk.

warnings: a  bit of angst, drug use, a lil steamy at some points, and some tooth rotting fluff

word count: 7.8k

JJ HAD A LOT OF FRIENDS AT WORK

JJ had a lot of friends wherever he went, he was just that type of person. He drew people in like a lighthouse - he was an enigma that most people couldn’t stand not talking to him at least once.  He made friends easily. There wasn’t anyone at work who truly disliked him. Some of the adults may have thought of him as a pesky teenager but they still cared for him nonetheless. He had a lot of friends at work but Y/n was his best friend there.

Y/n had moved to the OBX about three months ago and had been working at the hotel ever since. JJ was drawn to her the second she walked in asking about job openings. She had the best sense of style he’d seen. Everyone on the island either lived in bathing suits or polos- she walked in with beige slacks, an oversized graphic tee, complemented by her choice of jewelry, and the cleanest pair of shoes he’d ever seen. Y/n had an aura about her that JJ couldn’t have been able to ignore even if he wanted to. He realized quickly that they shared the same humor and had some of the same personality traits. They’ve never hung out outside of work but there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she was fun. JJ had always thought she was gorgeous - his mouth ran dry the first time he saw her - and he flirted with her constantly. He was pleasantly surprised when she started flirting back with him.  It was almost like she knew that he thought she was one of the most - if not the most - beautiful girl he’d ever seen and lived to tease him about it. But neither of them ventured further than that. They both knew there was a spark but they never mentioned it. Instead, they both lived in their bubble, where they flirted with each other and pretended that was where it stopped.

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screw my brain (’till it hurts)

summary: you and harry are spies on an assignment to pretend to be a married couple in order to take down a drug trafficking ring. the only problem? you two can’t stand each other.

warnings: smut (18+), hate sex, knifeplay, breathplay (choking), slapping, fingering, phone sex (sort of); enemies to lovers, one bed, fake dating 

song inspo.: death on two legs (dedicated to …) - queen / back chat - queen / you’re so vain - carly simon

word count: 19.5k 

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its called when i kissed the teacher but i cant remember who its by xx

Hi Liz, okay? I'd like your help! The other day I read a series of professor harry based on rock songs, (I even thought it was on your site), I can't remember where it was you can help me find? Thank you, all love cris 🌻

Ooh hi cris, I don’t know this one. Can anyone help out??

HELLO HI HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING FIC I HAVE EVER READ AHHHH

miss maam is really out here making me want to get pregnant and find a hot male midwife :(((

Trials and Tribulations

PAIRING: Harry x Reader RATING: M WORD COUNT: 30.6k REQUESTED: nope!

hello everyone. she is here. 

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huge ginormous MASSIVE thank you to the loml @gucciwoodnymph​ for being here since the beginning and basically helping me turn this fic into what it is today. i also want to thank my angel @trulymadlysydney​ for being my primary beta and making me laugh and smile with all of her comments. finally, thank u to @harrysorbit​, @harrysroleindunkirk​, and @stylesrecord​ for just plain gassing me up about this entire endeavour. i love and appreciate all of u so so so much.

with all of that being said, i sincerely hope u guys enjoy ✨

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holy shit miss ma’am that broke my heart and i love you xx

Losing myself for you / Vinnie Hacker

Author: i hope you’ll like it because this is actually the first personal thing I write about. I still struggle with this and I thought that maybe putting what i feel into words might help me realizing what all of this means. Also im sorry if how I portrayed this whole situation is wrong and shallow, let me know if so please

Summary: in which she loses herself to help him

Warnings: angst, smut, mention of depression and depressive episodes, if not comfortable don’t read

“Guys stop! Jesus! I won’t go out with you ever again, I swear!” You giggled as your brother and your best friend dropped you in front of the house. It was around two in the morning and you were coming back from a night out with your closest friends. You had been planning this for the whole week and you were more than happy they forced you to get out of the house for a few hours. You hopped off the car and leant in to exchange a few last words before getting inside. Being in LA also meant that it was never cold so you could wear literally anything. “Already missing us, y/n? You know you’ll see us soon, sweetie” your best friend winked at you from the backseats before taking your seat in the front, kicking your brother in the arm in the meanwhile. You laughed and nodded. “See you around, losers.” You pecked her cheek and stepped away, walking backwards to the front door. Your brother drove off and you grabbed your keys from your purse. There was no moon that night and a couple of clouds, at first you almost canceled scared it might have ran but they genuinely bursted into your apartment and took you out. You smiled at the memories of the night, you didn’t even have to drink too much to have fun with them. Zoe had tried to seduce the barman to get you free drinks but she almost got beaten up by his fiancé. You opened the front door of your boyfriend’s house as quietly as possible. The whole house was in silence, they were all asleep probably so you didn’t want to wake them up. You had the silliest smile on ever, you really needed that. A single night out to lighten up your week. You slipped your shoes off as you made your way to the bedroom, you slowly opened the door not knowing if he was asleep or not. The lights were off and for a second you thought he was sleeping but then you heard water coming out of the shower and decided to see if he was going to run out of hot water for some stupid video.

“Hey there, hands- Oh jesus, Vinnie?” You opened the curtain and spotted your boyfriend sitting down, the jet of hot water hitting his head as his forehead was pressed against his arms on his knees. Soft sobs left his mouth and you wouldn’t even have heard them if it weren’t that he was also shaking a bit. He looked up at you, your smile started to fade as you took in the sight in front of you. His eyes were puffy and red and he looked so lost. You didn’t even know what to say. He was getting bad again. You pulled off your shirt and jeans, stepping inside the shower in your underwear and kneeling in front of him. “Hey, I’m here... Calm down, okay? I’m here. Everything is okay...” you murmured as you grabbed his head in your hands and he slowly relaxed under your touch. You sat down and he put his head on your lap, trying to stabilize his breathing. Your hand ran through his wet curls and the other one rested on his hip, caressing the skin. He was still shaking, but at least he wasn’t as tensed as before. “I-... I don’t... I think it’s... It’s getting bad again, y/n...” he whispered between sobs. You sighed and pulled him closer, his head now facing you. You gave him a reassuring smile as you attempted to calm him down. You spent thirty more minutes in the shower, it took him a lot to simply stand up and get out. You grabbed his bathrobe and helped him drying his hair. He sat on the toilet as you blow dried it, he looked down at his hands as yours brushed through his hair. Hundreds of thoughts going through your head as you realized you needed to be more present for him than ever in that moment. As you finished he stood up and waited for you outside the bathroom, getting dressed. You grabbed his hand and led him towards the bed. He lied there shaking, he was probably cold. “Come here... You’re so cold, baby... Do you want me to take another blanket?” You whispered as you sensed his cold long fingers against the skin of your back, he shook his head which was pressed against your chest. You nodded and petted his hair, he weirdly fell asleep quickly, unlike you. You didn’t understand. He had told you he was doing fine again, he was happy, relaxed, calm. He had told you it was all gone. But then you found him crying in the shower, you saw the void in his eyes, the pain, the confusion, the numbness. If you could you’d take all away from him. You’d ease this suffering for him, you’d do anything to make him smile again, to make him feel something, anything. His soft, short, hot snores filled the room as you kept petting his hair and staring at the ceiling. You rescheduled in your mind your whole week. There was no way you were going to leave him alone knowing he was going through that again. Luckily you then slowly fell asleep, your hand resting in his hair as your eyes closed.

“Look at this cute ass bitch, gimme your number, mamacita.” Zoe joked as she parked her car in fromt of the house. You giggled and covered your eyes from the sun. She stepped out of the car all shiny and smiley. It had been four days since you lastly saw her and she looked always extremely gorgeous. You, on the other hand, hadn’t left Vinnie’s house in the last four days. Which also meant you were wearing his clothes, every clothing item you put on was his, even his underwear. You didn’t want to risk it by going to your apartment to grab a few clothes, he needed you, there and in that moment. “Ew babe, what happened to my friend? Are you her ugly step sister? What did you do to my beautiful best friend?” She shook you by the shoulders as you laughed trying to stop her. She wasn’t wrong though: you looked terrible. You could barely shower in the morning since the boys always ran out of the hot water and you didn’t want Vinnie to take freezing cold showers, he was already cold. You lived with four boys and a dog, so you were constantly surrounded by males and didn’t have any bit of privacy. The morning after coming from your night out you spoke to the others as Vinnie was still asleep. You knew he didn’t want them to worry but you also knew they cared about him and should have been updated on how he was. They all understood and tried their best to be there for him as much as possible. Some days it was harder, some others it was easier. Sometimes he even smiled and laughed, he cracked some jokes as you all ate together. Maddy would always check on you whenever she was around, you caught her staring at you during meals when Vinnie would be with Jordan or Kio or Baby J. “What? Do I have something on my face?” You asked her once looking in the mirror. She sighed and stoo up, walking towards you. You frowned as she cupped your cheeks sweetly, he eyes staring deep into yours as if she tried to read you. Maddy had been knowing you since Jordan introduced you two, having been Vinnie’s girlfriend for more than seven months now. You frew really close and you could consider her a friend, one of your closest. “You can let go now, sweetie... No need to pretend with me.” She whispered giving you a soft smile. You gasped as you felt naked, she saw right through you. Not like it was that hard, anyone could see you were going crazy and were extremely tired. You didn’t want Vinnie to notice though, cause he would have blamed himself for it when it clearly wasn’t his fault. You bit down your bottom lip, feeling the tears trying to slip out but you couldn’t break down in that moment, you couldn’t be weak, Vinnie needed you to be strong, for the both of you. Jordan had told Maddy about Vinnie but she immediately saw the worry and pain and sadnesses in your eyes, in your actions, in your moves, in your words. You gave Vinnie those looks that only someone in love would give. You would have taken a bullet for him and she knew that. “Wait, let’s show it to the girls!” Jordan said stepping inside the kitchen, Maddy took a step back and pretended nothing had happened as she saw Vinnie coming behind her boyfriend. You looked at the reddish haired boy, he stood there, hands in his pockets and a small smile on his lips. Jordan handed his phone to Maddy as you slowly and carefully approached Vinnie. Your arms sneaking around his torso as he grinned at you. It was a big achievement for him to smile sometimes, it required him a lot of strength even what used to be the silliest thing ever. “You okay?” You asked and he nodded as you rested your head on his chest. You didn’t know how long it was going to last but you just enjoyed the moment for as long as it could last, even if it meant a few seconds or hours. You closed your eyes and pretended everything was fine for a moment.

“Lemme speak to Mr Hacker, he is holding you hostage in his mansion. Doesn’t he have a shower in that villa? Jesus, you stink!” She scrunched her nose as he smelled you. You blushed and bit your bottom lip. Zoe could be really blunt as a person and as much as you loved that side of her, you also acknowledged it caused and had caused her a lot of problems. You sighed and tried to find the right words to tell her what was happening. You knew you could trust her but you also felt bad about talking Vinnie’s mental health state without his consent. “Zoe... Vinnie... Uhm Vinnie is not feeling good right now, can you not... you know, tease him please?” “What? His favorite anime guy died? Jesus, you need to stop babysitting-“ “He had a relapse last week...” she shushed herself after your words. Her angry expression slowly faded away as her eyes filled with regret. She didn’t even think about it twice, throwing her arms around your neck and pulling you in for a hug. You smiled and held her tightly, inhaling her scent that reminded you so much of home. A few tears fell off your eyes as you tried to keep it together but she felt like home. She pressed a soft kiss on your forehead as more tears left your eyes, your sobs muffled against her shoulder. She knew. She didn’t need you to add anything, to say anything. She knew. Her hands caressed your back as you complete let go in her arms. It could be so hard to keep it all together, to fake it, to fake everything, to fake a smile, a laugh, a reaction, an emotion. You would have done anything to see him happy, see him getting better, see him eat, smile, skate, breath, chuckle without feeling that weight laying on his chest. “Do you w-“ “y/n! Vinnie asks for you, seems urgent.” You heard Kio from the front door and you gave him a quick thumb up as you dried your tears. Zoe genuinely didn’t know what to say, what to suggest, to ask. Part of her wanted to tell you to take a break, focus on yourself but the other part knew you couldn’t let go of Vinnie when he most needed you. You gave her a soft smile as you pulled away and walked towards the house, she watched you get away and sighed. She could see her best friend struggling, struggling with her life, with her boyfriend, with his life. You were grasping and trying to hold onto anything whereas you kept falling and falling until you would have eventually hit the bottom. She had seen you like this before, it took you months to get back to feeling good. She couldn’t watch you lose yourself again, even if it was for someone you cared about, someone you loved.

“Where is he?” You asked to the three boys as they stared at you. They pointed at his closed door and you sighed, knocking on it. No response. “Vinnie? It’s me. Y/n... Can you open, baby?” You asked sweetly. No response again. You rested your forehead on the wooden door, your hands rubbed your tired eyes. Sometimes it would be hard to even fall asleep, thoughts running through your mind non stop. You waited a couple of more seconds, hoping he’d open. “Vinnie, baby please... Open, I need to know if you’re okay...” you mumbled feeling on the verge of tears. You could him breathing from outside and after a couple of minutes spent with your forehead pressed against the wall as you held back tears, he finally opened the door. You looked at the three boys who had all concerned faces and stepped inside. The room smelled really bad and the curtains stopped the rays of the sun from coming inside. You took advantage of the few times you managed to get him out of his bedroom to clean it but there was a lot of work to get done and little time. You squinted your eyes as you tried to get used to the darkness. Vinnie laid on his bed, face on the pillow and blanket covering his body. It was one of the warmest day outside yet he was always wearing hoodies and blankets, shaking. You slowly walked closer, his eyes stared into the wall in front of him. “Hey baby, how are you feeling today? Wanna eat some breakfast? I made some pancakes even baby j liked them, you know he’s really picky.” You joked brushing your hand through his long curls. You remembered him telling you he wanted to cut his hair a few weeks ago but didn’t know how to style it. Now he couldn’t even wash it, it was hard to even help him shower. He looked up at you and gave you small smile. You missed those genuine, big, heartwarming grins he used to give you. “I’m not hungry...” he mumbled as he closed his eyes and relaxed under your soft touch. You tried to keep in mind how much he ate and how often in the last seven days, but it was obvious he wasn’t eating as much as he used to. You caught him looking at himself in the mirror the other day. He was touching his stomach and arms, he had told you how much he had struggled with his body image throughout his whole life and how he was slowly accepting his appearance, becoming finally confident in his own skin. But you saw the disappointment, the disgust and sadness in his eyes when he saw his torso losing the toned aspect it used to have. You knew he hated that he couldn’t bring himself to care enough to work out and you didn’t pressure him into doing anything, because he would’ve felt guilty and that was the last thing you wanted. “I know, baby, but you need to eat something okay? I’m going to grab you something uhm? We can eat it together alright?” You asked and he nodded, you pecked his forehead and stood up. As you walked out the room you felt a tear slip out of your eyes and before you knew it, you were bawling your eyes out. You covered your sobs with your head as you walked towards the kitchen, Zoe sat on the chair as she talked to Kio and Jordan. They all saw you and worried instantly. Zoe gave you a soft smile. “Why is he like that? I didn’t- I thought he was okay... He was okay just seven days ago, Zoe! You- You should have seen him, he had asked me to fly to Seattle for his mom’s birthday! He was planning on going on a trip to Europe with me! I- He told me... He told me he was fine, he was happy... Then why is he like this? I don’t understand... He doesn’t deserve this, he deserves to be happy... I-“ you choked on your sobs as she hugged you, your face pressed against her shoulder as you let go of all the tears you had been holding back. You knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault, you knew how depression worked yet you still couldn’t accept that someone as genuine and caring and loving and kind as him could feel like this. The world was so evil and unjust. Kio and Jordan lef the room, giving you a bit of privacy. Zoe tried to sit you down but you stopped her.

“No I- I need to bring him something to eat, last night he only ate half of his burger and didn’t even drink enough water... I can’t right now...” you explained as you grabbed a cup of coffee and a few pancakes. Vinnie had told you multiple times how much he loved how you made them and you genuinely hoped that could bring him some kind of joy. As dumb as it sounded everything was worth trying. “You need to take of yourself too, sweetie... I know he’s feeling the worst he has ever felt but you can’t give up on yourself for him... Y/n, I know you and I know you give all yourself to the people you love but you can’t put yourself aside, this is not basketball, there is no time out for yourself. You need to learn and ask for help when needed, Jordan and Kio and Baby J can hang out with Vinnie and you-“ she stopped when she understood you weren’t going to listen to her. She saw you bawling your eyes out as you chose the most good looking pancakes so that they would have looked nicer to eat. She saw you drying your tears as you put some maple syrup on them. She saw you grabbing the plate and the cup and walking back in the room. She saw you choosing his happiness over your own. You stepped in the dark room, Vinnie immediately smelled the odor of pancakes and sighed, he didn’t want to eat anything because he felt like throwing out anytime the thought of food appeared in his mind. You thanked the room was so dark so he wouldn’t have noticed your wet cheeks. You made your way to his bed and sat down, handing him his coffee which was the only thing he drank these days. You began to cut the pancakes in small portions. Vinnie observed your actions carefully as he sipped on his coffee.

“I will have the first bite and tell you if it’s good or not, okay?” You told him and he nodded. You then chewed on the pancake and furrowed your brows as if you were actually thinking about whether or not it was good. Vinnie studied your facial expressions, he knew it wasn’t easy for you too. He wished he was able to show you how grateful he was of what you were doing for him, he knew it costed you a lot. He had been feeling like that for awhile, he tried to hise it from you cause he didn’t want you to worry about him, he thought he was going to feel good again, he genuinely thought that. You took another bite of the food and then put down the fork, wanting him to at least try and eat. “I promise it’s good, probably rhe best thing I’ve ever made.” You smiled at him and he picked up his fork, taking the smallest portion of pancakes and trying to eat it. It required him a lot of strength and by the second bite he wanted to give up already. You caressed his leg, showing him your support, showing him that you saw he was trying, he was trying so hard and his attempts weren’t vain. He put down the plate by his fourth bite. “You good?” He nodded, his head resting against the pillow again. You sighed and grabbed the plate, you couldn’t ask him for more, as much as you wanted him to eat, you couldn’t force him. You remembered when he used to steal fries and bites of your food just a few weeks ago, you would always get mad at him and he’d pretend he hadn’t done anything wrong, kissing you to distract you. You lowkey loved it, but you would have never told him that. You put what was left of the pancakes on the table as you leant against the wall. Zoe looked at you, you knew she wasn’t going to leave you any time soon, she was a good friends and you were grateful for that. You stayed quiet for awhile, hearing Mochi barking at Jordan and Kio laughing. Simply staring at nothing as none of you dared to speak. But it was okay, it was enough.

“Oh fuck...” you moaned as you felt the usual knot forming in your stomach. Your cheeks were a bright red since the temperature in the room was really high and you had covered yourself with a blanket. Your eyes looked at the screen as your vibrator was pressed against your clit, waves of pleasure hitting you. Vinnie had gone out with Kio to breath some fresh air and you were scrolling through your phone, deleting what was unnecessary to keep until you came across a video. You remembered the day and the time exactly. It was around midnight and it was when all the boys had gone away: Jordan to Maddy’s house, Kio hanging out with his hometown best friend and Baby J was with his family. Vinnie kept leaving wet kisses on your neck and cheeks, it was hard to resist and you also saw no point in saying no when you clearly wanted him to take you on every surface in the house. You quickly found yourself heavily making out when he had this evil idea: to film a sex tape. He didn’t even have to ask you twice, you already had put your phone on record. You mentally high fived yourself from two moths prior as your digitals slipped inside of you. You needed a release, you needed to let go of all that tension. “Oh my... Vinnie, your cock is so- big...” you screamed in the video as he thrusted in and out of you. You enjoyed the sight of his abs flexing as his hips snapped against yours, your nails scratching his arms and back and his hands resting on each side of your head. “Uhm... fuck...” you let out a small moan as you picked up the pace. Your breathing coming uneven as you found it difficult to keep your eyes open. Vinnie held one of your hip down with one hand as your left leg was moved over his shoulder. You could see his cock slipping in and out of you easily, loud grunts and moans falling off your lips. Your two fingers collecting your arousal as you pushed them back in. Your back arching slightly as you pressed the vibrator harder on your clit, the pressure making your head spin. “Such a greedy pussy... Isn’t it?” He mumbled against your lips and you moaned, clenching around your fingers. Sweat dripping down your forehead as you opened your eyes one last time to see him pushing your other leg up and backwards as much as you could. Screams and moans filled the house as you felt him hit your cervix. You tried to keep your legs apart but it was nearly impossible. “Y/n, are you here-?” Vinnie opened the door to his room and found you whimpering and moaning in his bed. He furrowed his brows as he immediately understood what was happening. His cheeks reddening as he took in the sight. Your eyes widened as you looked at him and came undone around your fingers. You choked your last groan and turned off the vibrator. That was embarrassing. You didn’t know why because he was your boyfriend, he was used to see you naked but the fact that he had caught you masturbating as you watched your sex tape made it awkward. You put on your clothes under the blankets and tried to say something.

“Shit... Uhm... I’m sorry... I-“ you didn’t even know why you were apologizing. He left the room without saying anything, leaving you getting dressed. He sighed as he leant against the wall. He remembered when he had told you to never be ashamed of telling him whenever you were in the mood. However there you were, legs spread on his bed as your fingers did what he couldn’t do. He felt so stupid and useless. He couldn’t even pleasure his own girlfriend anymore. You were there for him, making him meals, choosing his outfits, making his bed, cleaning his room, blow drying his hair. And he couldn’t do one single thing for you. You stepped out of his room wearing one of his big hoodies, your hand slowly coming to his face. “I’m sorry... I’m sorry I can’t- Fuck...” he sighed as you hugged him. You knew, you didn’t need him to say anything. You didn’t ask him cause you knew he would have forced himself but that wasn’t what you wanted, you wanted it to be genuine, passionate, lustful. You missed having him so close, looking him in the eyes as he came undone, having him whispering the naughtiest things on earth, having him pounding inside of you, having quickies when the boys were around, going down on him. You missed making love to him. But you mainly wanted your boyfriend back and there was nothi you wouldn’t have done for him to feel better. You hugged for what felt like eternity. You caressed his back as his forehead rested on your shoulder, soft sighs leaving his lips every now and then. It was hard but you were going to make it out together. “Guys, we’re ordering sushi. What do you want?” Maddy asked as she pointed at Jordan on the phone. You pulled away from Vinnie and looked up at him. He stared back at you, shrugging his shoulders. He wasn’t hungry. He never was. You licked your lips and pressed them together. “Uhm... Don’t worry we... Uhm we’re gonna have something else, Maddy. Thank you.” You smiled and she nodded, shooting you a worried glance but you ignored it as Vinnie walked inside his room. You followed him around like a puppy, trying to pick the pieces and gluing them back together. You were slowly cutting off every friend left, not because you didn’t want them around but because most of them didn’t understand what was happening, calling your relationship toxic, unhealthy, calling you ‘his slave’ or ‘his maid’ or ‘his puppy’. You didn’t care, well you thought you didn’t but you actually did. He was slowly becoming the only person left in your life, besides from Maddy, Zoe and your brother but you didn’t get to see them as much as you used to. You found it hard to even go to work without worrying, having Kio checking on him constantly. You found it hard to study when he was alone in his room, you wanted to be sure he was okay, he didn’t feel lonely, he was aware that you loved him and cared about him. He was becoming the center of your world in the most toxic and unhealthy way possible.

You sat on the roof, Vinnie’s head on your lap as you looked up at the sky. There weren’t many stars but you still enjoyed the view. He played with the hem of his hoodie as you brushed your fingers through his hair. The fight you had with Zoe later that afternoon playing over and over again in your head. “He’s gonna be fine if you leave for two minutes. C’mon! You’re going home to take a shower and change clothes!” She grabbed your wrists and pulled you out the kitchen. Vinnie sat on the kitchen chair as he looked at you walking away, you resisted her and tried to pull away. He looked so lost, you felt guilty even for thinking about taking a shower at your place. “Zoe! Stop!” You escaped her grip and took three steps back, looking at your best friend in disbelief. You thought she would have understood better than anyone else what was happening but she acted like nothing was wrong. “Oh my god, can you tell her to leave? She won’t unless you say so... Jesus you know how ridiculous this is? You don’t see it but I’m tired of this and I won’t be sitting here in silence as you essentially stop living for him! He has fucking depression not a terminal desease! This is so wrong and for so many reasons! Don’t you see it? Please tell me I’m not the only one who sees this.” She exploded. Vinnie’s eyes widened, he didn’t expect her to know even if it was pretty obvious at this point, he looked at you. You wanted to disappear in that moment, you knew how much private he was about his mental health. You stuttered a bit, trying to find the right words. “You can go if you want, I’m not going anywhere anyway.” He smiled slightly as he took a sip of his coffee. You gave him a smile as you attempted to apologize you heard Zoe clapping her hands. You frowned and turned around. “Thank you, dad. Now that we have your permission and validation we can go.” She spat out. Vinnie sighed and stood up, leaving the room. Usually he wouldn’t care about Zoe’s mean comments because he knew that was how she joked and showed her love but he really didn’t feel like getting insulted that day. Part of him knew she was right, knew you were slowly giving up on yourself to take care of him and he knew that was wrong but he also knew he needed you more than ever. He wasn’t sure he could make it out alone and he hated how dependent he had become when it came to you. When he left the room Zoe sighed, walking out expecting you to follow her. You stood there speechles, her words were filled with venom and hatred. There was no way she didn’t think at least most of the things she had said. You were disappointed and hurt. She knew how important this was, not only to you and Vinnie but also in general. She knew depression was something she shouldn’t have taken so easily. She fucking knew and decided to act like a kid. She turned around, noticing you weren’t behind her. “Leave. I don’t want to see you now, Z. I fucking asked you to go easy on him and you shouted in his face. Do you know how fucking hard this all is? I know I’m messing everything up okay? I know this is wrong. I know I should take my distance from him but do you really expect me to do such thing when he’s like this? When I haven’t seen him smile in days? Yesterday he was laughing with Kio at some random joke and I thought maybe he was getting better but then I caught him laying in bed for over two hours staring at the wall. He doesn’t even speak anymore and when he does it’s small sentences. He doesn’t care about anything anymore. He hasn’t streamed, played at his usual games, watched any anime, texted his mom, changed his fucking clothes in days! I have to force him out of bed to take showers, to brush his fucking teeth! I have to text Maria and tell her he’s not okay, do you know how exhausting it is to hear her crying over the phone at two in the morning? Do you know how much it hurts when he looks at me as if I were some stranger? It fucking hurts and I can’t do anything to help it. I am there for him all the time because I don’t want him to be alone, I don’t want him to try something stupid...”

You bawled your eyes out as your best friend stood there in silence. You poured your heart out and you were scared. You were so scared all the time. You were scared for him, for you, for everyone. You were scared of losing all your dear ones, of losing him, of waking up without the will of doing anything, of getting out of bed. This fear was eating you alive because it was real. You faced it every day when you looked at him in the face and you didn’t know how to handle it anymore. “I don’t want you to stop taking care of yourself for me...” he mumbled out as you played with his curls. You glanced down at him and caught him looking back at you. As much as you tried to hide what was really going on he knew. He didn’t say much but he noticed a lot. He noticed how your eyes would be really red whenever you came inside his rooms, he noticed how you always kept your hair up, he noticed how you stopped wearing your favorite clothes but stole all of his sweats and hoodies, he noticed how big the bags under your eyes had grown, he noticed how little you ate, only eating with him and splitting your meal in two to make him eat something, he noticed how tired you constantly were. “You want me to leave?” “No... I want you to live. For yourself. Not for me.” His hand caressed your cheek as you held back your tears. You forgot he was also a human sometimes. You were doing it all wrong and you hated yourself for not being able to take care of him the right way, for ruining everything. “I know you’re trying to be there for me but letting yourself go won’t help me getting better...” he whispered as he felt something wet under his hand. Tears. You suppressed a sob. You covered your mouth with your hand as he sat up. His hands squeezing your cheeks. “I’m sorry... I just want you to be happy...” you told him. “I know... And I love you for that, I know I love you I just... I am just in a really dark place right now... But I do love you...” he said pecking your forehead as you laid in his arms. After weeks of taking care of him he was now the one holding you, showing you love. You had forgotten how his hugs felt like, how your heart sped up every time he looked at you in the eyes, how warm his body felt against yours. You had forgotten how love and being loved felt like.

WINE, GRIND AND CHIPOTLE FUCK YEAH BITCHES

BOOBS, SEX, AND HELL. LETS GOOO

holy fuck this was amazing

Adieu

it’s finally done!!! this is my piece for @berrynarrybanana​‘s sex bucketlist fic challenge!! i hope you enjoy!!

Prompts: Sex Tape & Face Sitting

Warnings: smut & language

Word count: 4.2k+

Summary: Harry is leaving for tour and asks you for a special parting gift.

The noise of the TV and the occasional movement from the two of you is the only thing that can be heard throughout the house. You and Harry are comfortably cuddled up together on the couch, you’re sitting between his legs with your back pressed against his front, mindlessly gazing at the TV as the movie of your choice plays.

The discussion hasn’t fully been brought up yet, but both of you know it’s coming. Harry’s leaving for tour in the coming weeks and you’re not able to join him due to high demand at your workplace. Harry knows this and you’ve discussed it, but you haven’t discussed what is going to happen in the sexual realm of your relationship. 

“Y’wanna head off to bed after this?” Harry mumbles into your neck, squeezing his arms around your waist for a moment to catch your full attention.

You hum in response, leaning your head to the side slightly to give him more access to the skin of your neck. He presses a few more lazy kisses to your skin before relaxing back against the couch. 

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“What a shame the poor groom’s bride is a—”

“Watermelon?”

“No!!!”

.....why this kinda sLAP THO

it's 2022. donald trump has died in disgrace days after being impeached and jailed. my chemical romance's new album is coming out the same day as the new spiderverse movie. the lizzo and janelle monaé collab song is blowing up the radio. lil nas x has a verse in it. you and your partner have time and energy for dates after work after jeff bezos' assets have been seized and distributed to the public in the wake of his arrest for keeping employees in unsafe working conditions.

When Brett Kavanaugh was appointed onto SCOTUS, I remember thinking, “At least, we have RBG. With RBG, we’ll be fine.”

She was a safety net for so many of us, and I am torn apart with her loss. I want to mourn her. She deserves to be properly mourned.

I am entirely gutted by this, but I’m also scared. I’m scared of what this means for our country. I’m scared because we no longer have our safety net on that court, and the fate of that vacancy may very well lay in the hands of a man who doesn’t have an ounce of empathy for human rights.

There are many others who are scared too.

So, this what we do: We fucking V O T E.

We fight. We vote. We salvage what is left of this country’s democracy, and we make it ours again.

In the words of the beautiful AOC herself: There is not one politician who can make this better. There is not one president who can make this better. WE can make this better. It is our duty as citizens of this country to make this better.

So, vote.

Vote like you’re a part of a minority group. Vote like you’re a woman. Vote like you’re Black. Vote like you’re barely making it paycheck to paycheck. Vote like you don’t have healthcare. Vote like you’re afraid of what’s going to happen to your reproductive rights. Vote like you’re not privileged.

Vote for a better future.

Vote for your democracy.

Vote for a change.

RBG‘s death is tragic. It’s gut wrenching, I know. I’m with you. Let’s mourn her now. Let’s mourn the loss of a beautiful light.

After that, we fight.

Here’s how you start: Text ‘VOTER’ to 26797

Black Panther (2018) dir. Ryan Coogler

Reblog if you're black tumblr.

You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and you’re for us.

Tastes Like Heaven

A/N: okay so I haven’t written werewolf!harry before but I loved writing werewolf!Shawn so I figured I’d give it a go and just see what the vibe is. So I am a bit nervous about this one but it can easily be read as a regular fic, there aren’t a whole lot of werewolf descriptions.

WC: 3,295

Harry rubbed his nose up her neck, sighing at her sweet scent. “I mean, you can wash my back if you want… or you could let me bury my face in your tight little pussy?” Her heart flutters at his words, heat clenching in desire and Harry can smell her arousal, a groan rumbling from his chest.

“Are you in heat or something?” She quips, a grin on her lips when he nips teasingly at her neck.

“You’d know about it if I was in heat, baby. Wouldn’t be walking for weeks.” He rasps a promise, licking up her neck until he gently nibbles on her ear.

or

Y/N’s water goes out and Harry is more than willing to let her use his shower.

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#chris evans #in where he is actually steve rogers

I still think Moana deserved an Oscar for this part

omfg this is so amazing! fr im sobbing 😭🥺

EVERYONE GO READ THIS RN

when i look at you | harry styles (10k celebration fic)

authors note: happy 10 years to 1d and happy 10k followers to me, thank you so much!! so, this is my fic for fallinharry10k writing fest (which has also been ready for a couple weeks now). +30k words of pure angst and fluff. i’ve been working on this for the past two and a half months and i’ve faced so much doubt that i wanted to just delete it and give up but i pushed through and it’s finally here and ready and a long fucking ride so buckle up, get some snacks and some tissues and good luck!! (psst, also, there’s gonna be a bunch of spinoff oneshots and blurbs that will make up for the lack of smut in this long ass bible-like fic) xx

summary: he’s a popstar, she’s his best friend. he has an album to write, she has a kid to raise. supporting each other through thick and thin, it isn’t until he’s welcomed to the world of god-parenthood that he finally realises what’s always been right in front of him.

warnings: a hell of a lot of angst and fluff, mentions of fire, emotional/mental manipulation, hella insecurities and solid, 30k worth of angsty slow burn and convincing unrequited love.

word count: 35,982 (yikes i’m sorry)

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“The loss of Peggy certainly makes Bucky the last remaining part of Steve that is a part of his old self. His memory of home, of who he was before the shield. Just who Steve was before he had this responsibility. The guy is only looking for a place to fit. He’s looking for home. And he’s found it with his current Avengers, but Bucky is that Achilles heel. It’s impossible, pitting that against his current family. He chooses his old family. He chooses Bucky.” - Chris Evans

It’s a minor pet peeve, but it is everywhere today so errrr…. please keep in mind that “Rest in Peace”/RIP literally comes from a latin phrase and is a very very deeply Christian expression.

When talking about the departed, Jews say “may their memory be a blessing.”

So please, when talking about a dead person who is Jewish, try to keep in mind that RIP is a Christian phrase.

NFWMB (boxer!harry)

Warnings: language, nsfw content, alcohol, violence

Pairing: boxer!Harry x reader

Word Count: 30k (I got carried away)

A/N: So this got a little out of hand!! I will admit!! I did not mean to make this so long!! but it’s about the yearning people!!! the yearning!!! anyways I really hope you guys like this!! just a few disclaimers: my medical knowledge comes from google and my first-aid badge I got in girl guides so please do not take any of the medical advice in here as doctor recommended. also this is very long and if you’re reading on mobile it may make it crash? so try opening it on a web browser under the read more if you need to!! I really honestly can’t believe I managed to write 30k, but I love boxer!harry so much, and yes he does have long hair in this fic because I make the rules!! thank you to @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy​ for proof reading this for me and putting up with my messages about it. also, the title is from NFWMB by hozier and i’d recommend listening to it as you read!! as always, feedback is appreciated!! and if you like it, please reblog it!! reblogging is the best way to show content creators support and encourage them to write more!!

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If money wasn’t so tight, there’s no way Y/N would be doing this.

She’s thought it over a thousand times, running every possible scenario and outcome in her head. More often than not, those scenarios end badly.  Yet here she is, standing at the edge of stairs that lead to a gym below the streets of New York City.  Men push past her to get below, muttering quick apologies as they bump into her. None of them are sincere, she notices, but why would they be?  They don’t care about her.  Y/N, on the other hand…she’s being paid to care about them.  They’re why she’s here.

The offer had been posted on a bulletin board in the nursing student’s lounge on campus.  It was a crumpled piece of paper, with a handwritten message scribbled across it.  Y/N had spotted it when she was looking at the board for a summer job, and the uniqueness of it caught her eye.  She had pulled it down from the board, reading it over.

WANTED:

Looking for an individual with medical background/first aid training.

Complete medical degree not required.

For all inquiries, contact Patrick Lawson.

Y/N remembers running her fingers over the phone number listed.  It was a peculiar request, to say the least.  Patrick Lawson, whoever he was, seemed to be searching for someone with medical training, but didn’t require a full medical professional. Still…a job was a job.  And it had looked like it was the most promising thing on the board.

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REBLOG!!!! SPREAD THIS PLS!!! EVERYONE IN OR AROUND VIDOR PLEASE STAY SAFE!!!

TRAYVON MARTIN (Walking home with iced tea and Skittles. Shot by George Zimmerman, who was found NOT GUILTY)

KEITH SCOTT (Sitting in car, reading. Shot by police officer, who was NOT CHARGED)

ATATIANA JEFFERSON (Looking out her window, shot by police officer, who is STILL UNDER INDICTMENT for murder)

JONATHAN FERRELL (Asking for help after auto accident. Shot twelve times by police, case ended in MISTRIAL)

JORDAN EDWARDS (Riding in a car. Shot in the back of the head by police officer, who was found GUILTY of murder ⭐)

STEPHON CLARK (Holdng a cel phone. Shot 8 times, 6 in the back. Officers NOT CHARGED)

AMADOU DIALLO (While taking out wallet, officers fired 41 shots by four officers, who were all ACQUITTED)

RENISHA MCBRIDE (Auto accident, knocked on door for help. Homeowner was found GUILTY of second-degree murder ⭐)

TAMIR RICE (Playing with toy gun, shot by police officer arriving on scene. Officer was NOT CHARGED)

SEAN BELL (Hosting a bachelor party, 50 rounds fired by police officers, who were found NOT GUILTY of charges)

WALTER SCOTT (Pulled over for brake light, shot in the back by police officer, who pleaded GUILTY to CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATIONS *NOT* MURDER)

PHILANDO CASTILE (Pulled over in car, told officer he had a legally registered weapon in car. Officer ACQUITTED of all charges)

AIYANA JONES (Sleeping, accidentally shot by officer in a raid on wrong apartment. Officer CLEARED OF ALL CHARGES)

TERRENCE CRUTCHER (Disabled vehicle, shot by police officer, who was found NOT GUILTY of manslaughter.)

ALTON STERLING (Selling CDs, shot at close range while being arrested. NO CHARGES FILED)

FREDDIE GRAY (Beaten to death by officers while being transported in police van. All officers involved were ACQUITTED)

JOHN CRAWFORD (Shopping at WalMart, holding a BB gun on sale, police officer was NOT CHARGED)

MICHAEL BROWN (Shot by twelve times by officer, including in the back. NO CHARGES FILED)

JORDAN DAVIS (Killed because he was playing loud music. Shooter found GUILTY of first-degree murder ⭐)

SANDRA BLAND (Pulled over for traffic ticket, tasered and arrested. SUSPICIOUS SUICIDE while in jail. NO CHARGES)

AHMAUD AUBREY (Jogging, shot by two men who claimed they suspected him of burglaries. Both men charged with murder and aggravated assault ⭐)

BOTHAM JEAN (Shot at home, which police officer mistook for her own. Officer found GUILTY of murder ⭐)

OSCAR GRANT (Handcuffed and face-down, officer shot him in the back. Officer found GUILTY of involuntary manslaughter ⭐)

COREY JONES (Waiting by his disabled vehicle, was shot three times by police officer, who was found GUILTY of murder ⭐)

Remember them all. ✊🏻✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

Also note, these are only the stories caught by the media and/or on video.

Every reblog this post gets, I will tell my dog he’s a good boy

me: *flips dogs ear inside out* me: can u..,. hear better like this