#dunkirk blurbs

[deathbylowden]

Wanna Bet?

Tagging @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff

“You wouldn’t last a day.” You joked with Jack as you tossed your head back with glee and taking a sip from your wine glass. 

“I have more control then ye know love.” He smirked. If there was one thing you had learned in your relationship with Jack it was that he was stubborn and he didn’t like to lose, it was actually one thing you both had in common and what started most of your fights. However, while watching 40 Days and 40 Nights you couldn’t help the urge to tease him about you being able to go longer without sex than he could. You thought it wouldn’t be hard, you two had gone weeks without actual sex when he was off filming, but you also knew that when Jack was home, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. 

“Wanna bet?” you asked seductively. 

“Always,” he leaned in close enough for you to feel his hot breath against your skin. 

“And whoever can go the longest without sex gets to have their way, and I mean any way they want, with the losing party.” 

“Deal.” Jack laughed and held his hand out towards yours. 

“May the best one win,” you shook his hand, a grin on your face. “Oh, and Jack, I hope you don’t mind handcuffs.” You winked before releasing his hand and returning your gaze towards the movie. 

“Shit,” Jack’s curse was muffled as you walked in the room with just his shirt on. You raised your arms to towel dry your hair and your bare ass winked out at him. “Oh fuck,” he slid down into bed, his hands running down is face. You were making this damn difficult. He was desperate for you and it had only been two days. You winked at him over your shoulder and he debated how strong his pride was. When you stretched your arms above your head, revealing more of your lower half, his pride didn’t seem all too important in that moment. But he wouldn’t break, not this easily. If you wanted a bet, he’d give you one. 

“You alright?” You coyly smiled at him, as you watched his bulge grow from under the bed cover. “You look a little pale.” 

“Oh, I’m fine.” He grimaced, pulling the covers off and pushing himself from the bed he made his way to the bathroom. 

“Where are you off to?” you joyfully giggled. 

“Hav’ the urge for a cold shower.” He yelled over his shoulder as you smiled to yourself knowing you had won this battle. 

When he walked into the room shirtless, his bare chest that you so loved on display, he smirked. You’d been fighting it hard, and you knew Jack was stubborn, but never did you think he could last a whole week, but he hadn’t broken yet. He sat next to you on the couch and grabbed some blanket, letting you cuddle into his chest. He could feel the tension between the two of you, how rigid your body was. He smiled and relaxed, he was doing just fine. 

He was more than content to cuddle up against you, his hands ‘accidentally’ running down too low or his mouth ‘accidentally’ touching your ear. You had wanted this bet, and now you got it. 

“Jack,” you groaned as his fingers slipping past your navel. 

“Hmmm?” He asked, the perfect picture of innocence. 

“Stop teasing,” you ground out scooting away from him. 

“Ye wanted this bet, love,” he laughed stacking his hands behind his head. You didn’t want this you were desperate for him, but he wasn’t going to bring you down. Not being able to take it any more you quickly got up and started towards the kitchen. “Can’t take the heat?” he grinned. 

“I’m just going to make a sandwich.” You huffed not daring to look at him, know that the moment you saw his cocky smile and sparkle of his sea blues you would cave. 

“May I suggest a cold shower?” he laughed, “they work miracles.” 

“Fuck you.” You groaned before disappearing into the kitchen. 

Jack knows he isn’t going to last much longer, not with you walking around in those tight jeans and shirts all the time, and always bending over because you ‘dropped something’ giving him a full view of your ass. He’s working his jaw back and forth watching you smirk at him and he can feel the pressure build, the tightness in his muscles. This was a stupid bet, anyway, why had he agreed? It’d been two weeks without feeling you beneath him and he was going insane. 

“Jack, do you want some ice cream?” You asked, leaning against the kitchen counter as you sucked the cream off your spoon, your cheeks hollowing. 

“Ye think this is cute, yeah?” He asked darkly, moving to be in front of you, his breath on your shoulder as he lifted you beneath your ass, knocking the ice cream out of your hand and to the floor, his mouth hard, hot and hungry on yours. You groaned, hands bracing onto the counter behind you as he pulled you closer into his groin and rubbed against you. “Games over baby,” he huffed and with more force than necessary, he ripped the flimsy tank top you had on off, his mouth immediately latching onto the skin there. He didn’t give a damn that he lost, he just needed you, and now. He could have come undone as you slid your hand down his chest, undoing his pants and slipping your hand inside before squeezing him. “Fuck,” he hissed, jaw strained. You smiled. 

“Who wins now?” You asked sweetly. 

“Me love,” He laughed, sliding your pants down as fast as he could before settling between your legs and pulling you closer. “I always win,” he smirked against your ear before thrusting into you.

[ihopennooneiknowseesthis]

drunk - fionn whitehead

requested(?): yes!

“I love ur writing sm like ur my fav person that writes for fionn. and if you can, can you pls do a imagine where the reader gets drunk at an event and she ends up getting ready bad so fionn takes her in his car to calm her down/sober her up but they’re not dating just friends but she keeps flirting with him like saying inappropriate things and starts unbuttoning his shirt but he stops her and says things like “no love not now.” and fuc k just let’s of fluff and caring!fionn please 😭😭”

word count: 1351 - kinda got carried away oops

warnings: sexual references/themes, swearing, almost smut ?

drunk words are often tell the truth.

Fionn was sitting in his london flat watching a movie to cope with jetlag when his phone went off. He wasn’t sure who could be calling since it was almost 3:00am so he was quite surprised to read the caller ID out as your name. 

“Hello?” “Fionny!” your loud voice made him jump in his bed a bit, and he held his phone a little farther away from his ear before speaking, “Is everything alright, Y/N? Why are ye calling me at this hour?” “Ya know Fionn, I miss you, I really do and I wish you were here with me because I want another drink and no one will get me one but you always do!” Your rambling led Fionn to the realization that you were drunk in a bar somewhere, and it was quite obvious you wouldn’t be able to make it home.

“Y/N where are you?” Fionn asked, sitting up in his bed and pausing the tv. He kept his phone balanced on his shoulder as he listened to you ramble on about the poor service at the bar, as he hurriedly put on some sweats and a jumper. He repeated his question as he grabbed his keys and wallet before repeating the question. “I don’t know Fionn, some guy is asking me to go with him and he has a beard, you know I’ve always wanted to touch one..” Fionn’s heart sank as he immediately rushed out the door with his shoes half on and made his way to his car. “Jesus, Y/N love, please tell me where you are.” “Umm I think the bar near mine?” “I need you to stay where you are please, and if the guy doesn’t leave you alone go to the loo or something, just please don’t leave with him. I’m coming to get you okay? Stay there Y/N,” And with that, Fionn drove off to where you were as fast as he could.

Fionn pulled up in front of the bar to see you in front of it, repeatedly slapping your phone against your hand, as if to be looking for batteries, and sure enough he saw a bearded guy next to you, saying something but you clearly weren’t listening. As Fionn made his way over to you both he could make out parts of what the man was saying, “C’mon lass it’ll be fun, just come with me.” And before he could grab your arm, you locked eyes with Fionn.

“Fionny baby! You’re here!” You squealed and stumbled over to him, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck. You turned back to the bearded man, “Sorry, I have to go with my handsome Fionny but I like your beard!” You giggled as you turned back to Fionn who was feeling very relieved he got to you in time, and was finding your behavior very amusing. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

After a lot of struggling Fionn finally managed to get you into the car safely, but the struggling didn’t end there. You had fallen asleep immediately after you got into the back seat, however when you arrived at his apartment parking lot, you were wide awake. Fionn opened the door and tried to get you out but instead he was pulled in by the collar of his jumper, and fell on top of you. The boy was immediately very flustered, and tried to move but your wrapped your legs around him. “There was a lot of room for me to sleep comfortably, I think theres enough space to do something else right Fionn?”

Fionn gulped as your batted your eyelashes, and he so desperately wanted to kiss you right then and there but he didn’t want to take advantage of you just because of the crush he’s had on you since the day you met. He awkwardly chuckled before pushing himself off of you, and you sat up with him. He tried to move away from the door, but you trapped him there by wrapping your legs around his waist, “C’mon Fionny, you may not have a beard but you have something else I wouldn’t mind touching” you winked at the end with a giggle, enjoying the teasing. Fionn froze at your statement and before he knew it, your fingers were underneath his jumper and shirt, trailing your fingers up his bare skin. “Fucking hell Y/N” he exhaled, breathing heavily.

Fionn quickly snapped out of his daze and pried himself away from you and quickly helped you out the car before locking it, and walking ahead of you into the apartment, with you closely following behind. At this point you weren’t drunk, but you weren’t sober. However you knew what you were doing. Fionn may have been your best friend, but you had feelings for him, both sexually and romantically, and the liquid courage from earlier was helping you act upon these feelings. You couldn’t lie, it turned you on immensely seeing his adam’s apple bob up and down as he licked his lips while listening to your words and responding to your more than straightforward actions. You knew that he was interested too, however Fionn was too sweet to do anything.

Once inside, Fionn made his way to the kitchen to get you some water. He looked behind him and shyly said, “Sit anywhere you like” and you cheekily responded, “how about you sit me on these counters and do whatever you like?” At this point, Fionn had lost all control, he was sweating as he was picturing the words you had just uttered. He had to rest his arms on the fridge handle to gain his composure before turning back to you and handing you the water. You drank down some of it before looking at Fionn, “Finish the whole cup Y/N, you’ll get dehydrated if you don’t.” 

Fionn spoke without eye contact, still shaken up from all of your teasing remarks throughout the night. He knew you were drunk, but surely by now you were sober enough to know and mean what you were saying? Nonetheless, Fionn wasn’t going to make a move, it was too risky. As if you read his mind, you took a few steps toward him, “I don’t want water Fionn, I want you.” Fionn looked down at you, eyes dark and hooded with lust, and he leaned with his hands behind his bum on the counter behind him, restraining himself from you. It was quite a difficult task, considering you still had your bar outfit on, and your hair was tousled from the car ride. 

You moved your hands underneath his shirt again, dragging your finger down from the top of his abs to the waistband of his boxers, smiling to yourself when you noticed Fionn taking deep breaths with his eyes closed. You tugged on the jumper, and almost had it over is head before Fionn realized what was going on and grabbed your hands. “No, no, not now love.” “Why not? Do you not want me Fionn?” He let out an exasperated sigh, “Of course I do, Y/N, I just don’t want you to regret this love.” “Nothing would make me regret this, I want you Fionn.” 

He looked into your eyes, and he knew it was you talking, not the alcohol. “You want me?” he whispered. You nodded, “100 percent” and with that Fionn crashed his lips onto yours. You immediately reacted, tilting your head in order to deepen the kiss. Fionn let go of your hands and instead reached for your hips, giving them a light squeeze. You slightly grinded into Fionn’s body that was pressed up against the counter, feeling him tense. You pulled away and kissed from behinds his ear, down to his collarbone and he let out a low groan at your actions. He kissed you once again roughly before grabbing underneath your thighs and lifting you, and making his way to the bedroom.

It was safe to say you were thankful for your drunk confidence when you woke up next to Fionn’s bare body and soft snores the morning after.

[ihopennooneiknowseesthis]

young - tom glynn-carney

requested(?): yes! - this is just a small blurb 

“fluff about being new parents with tom and he gets stressed out, and you comfort him and all”

“can you please write some more jack lowden or tom glynn-carney ( or both ) imagines, honestly yours are so good!”

“please please please write something about reader and tom glynn carney!! my heart is aching for some tom fluff :(”

word count: 829

the stress of being young parents gets hard sometimes.

Being parents at a young age was hard, especially when your husband was a famous actor who was constantly working. You had met each other when you were only 20 and instantly after you got married, you had a child. Both of you weren’t even 25 yet and you were raising a two month old. Some days were easier than the others, it depended on the mood your little boy was in.

Today was one of the worst days so far, he had been crying all day and once he finally went to sleep, he woke the two of you in the middle of the night with his screams. You checked the clock and it was already past 2:30 in the morning and your little baby wouldn’t stop screaming. You had been trying for at least half an hour by now. The poor infant had a really bad ear infection and for the past few days he had been in pain but today must have been terrible for him as even the medicine wouldn’t help him go to sleep. He was kicking and screaming and wouldn’t stop squirming in your arms. You didn’t even know a person this small could have so much energy. You were cradling him in front of the window, as the view of the city always calmed him down but nothing was working today. You tried singing, you tried bouncing up and down, you tried everything. You looked down at him and his big blue eyes were staring up at you, welling with tears. He really did have his father’s eyes and he definitely had your smile but at that moment, the smile wasn’t present.

“It’s okay sweetie, I know you want to sleep. Mommy is tired too, please baby stop screaming. Shh, shh it’s okay” you tried pleading with your baby son but he just kept on crying and you just wished he would go to sleep. You felt a hand on your shoulder and saw Tom standing behind you with the same tired light eyes as your baby, and he held out his hands. “No Tom, it’s okay I got this. Go back to bed, you need sleep” he reluctantly backed up and walked back to your room.

You sighed looking at your husband walk away, he worked so hard for your family and his fans. He would stay up all night running his lines for an upcoming role to make sure he could be his best, and film all day, but somehow he always made time for you with dates and cuddles with your son. He wanted to be there for every step including the rough nights, even if it meant he never got sleep. But you couldn’t let him sacrifice his own health.

After a few more minutes, your son’s cries subsided and his eyes screwed shut, as he fell into deep sleep. You quietly head back to bed, incredibly tired and wanting nothing more than some sleep. You walked in and saw Tom sitting on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands, and you could hear soft muffled cries. You placed your sleeping boy down in his crib before you walked over to Tom’s side of the bed, and knelt down in front of him. Slowly removing his hands with your own, you forced him to look at you and you could see tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Tommy? Whats wrong babe?” you whispered. “I’m so sorry” he whispered back. “What are you sorry about?” he took a deep breath and said “I’m always busy and I try to make time for you both but it doesn’t seem like enough. I hate how you’re being left alone to take care of our child and I feel like, like a terrible father maybe I’m too young to be a good one” his voice cracks and he starts crying again, his broad shoulders shaking with every sob. You felt helpless, as you stared at a man who was always strong for his family, break down in front of you.

“Tom, look at me love” you said as you pulled his chin up softly. “You’re an amazing father and I couldn’t think of anybody better to raise our beautiful baby boy with. I mean he’s so small but he already adores you so much, I love you okay and you’re doing a great job, I wouldn’t want to be doing this with anybody else.” Tom took a deep breath and sighed, “I don’t know what I would do without you. I mean it. ” You shyly smiled and grabbed his hand.

“Let’s go to bed okay?” he nodded and got into your messy bed, pulling your body closer to his. “I love you Tom.” “I love you, and I love our little angel. So damn much.” And with that you wrapped yourself around him and fell asleep in his embrace.

[ihopennooneiknowseesthis]

video games - fionn whitehead

requested(?): yes!

“I’m a big video game nerd so I was wondering a tom or fionn blurb where he’s helping you finish a video game level?”

word count: 555 - this is just a short little piece I wrote in study hall oops

video games aren’t always easy

Your boyfriend walked into your room and took a step to the side when a flying controller almost hit him square in the shoulder. “Woah Y/N watch the controller, what did the poor thing do to you love?” You looked up at Fionn, who was leaning on the doorframe, grinning down at you as you sat with your arms crossed. You groaned out in frustration, letting out an almost animalistic sound and sprawled out on the large chair. 

"I’m sorry babe, I don’t speak that language" he said, laughing at your state. You responded to his statement with an unamused face and slumped down further into your chair. You  must’ve looked like a mess, with your hair in a messy ponytail, sweatpants and your headphones falling off your head. You looked at your boyfriend and turned your head to the controller which was now on the other side of the room. Reluctantly you stood up to go get it, but got yanked back by your headphones that were still plugged into the computer. You dragged your feet back to your desk exasperatedly, and violently pulled your headphones of your small head, and slammed them down on the desk before walking over to Fionn.

Fionn continued laughing at you, as he’d never seen his girlfriend so frustrated before. He dangled the controller in his outstretched hand above your head, so high that your tiny frame was jumping up to grab it to no avail. You started groaning again in frustration and just stood there pouting before Fionn finally gave in and handed the controller back to you. You glanced back at your screen and sighed, “I’ve been stuck on this shitty level on this shitty game for over an hour” you said, pouting when Fionn started laughing again.

You loved his laugh, but this was not a laughing matter. “And what do I do with that information?” He asked, knowing he’s annoying you further. “Help me you arse” you snapped and looked at him while narrowing your eyes. He let out a small chuckle and shook his head at his adorable girlfriend, who used the xbox he bought for himself more than he did, “alright, move over.” He sat on the chair and pulled you onto his lap, and wrapping his arms around you. He held the controller and within a few moments he finished the mission you were struggling with. You turned your head to look at him with awe, and a bit of annoyance too. “How?” you asked bewildered. “What can I say, I’m a natural babe” he smirked at you while you made an annoyed face.

“I wanted to impress you" you said with a small voice, you were beyond frustrated. Fionn looked at you, smiling slightly. “You don’t need to impress me, especially with video games because you and I both know you’re shit at them” he said softly and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay but who beat you in FIFA?” You replied, smirking at the boy. “Shhhh” he said, as you swiveled around on his lap so you were straddling him. “Let’s do something you don’t suck so much at” he said while smirking. You lightly his his shoulder, “you cheeky bastard.” Fionn just smirked and leaned into your embrace, locking your lips with his.

[ihopennooneiknowseesthis]

the feeling’s mutual - tom glynn-carney

requested(?): yes!!

“hey, i was wondering if you could do a tom glynn-carney ( he's peter from dunkirk ) imagine please!! if not, it's totally fine :)”

“OMG are you ever gonna write a Tom GC imagine??”

“Love your imagines - Can you write one where the reader is a famous actress and tom glynn carney has a huge celebrity crush on her and mentions it in every interview and she does the same”

word count: 475 - sorry this one is a bit short but I have a lot of writing coming out soon!

Tom has a huge crush on famous actress Y/N, and it becomes the hot topic of discussion in press interviews.

Tom and Barry were doing an interview with MTV in order to promote Dunkirk, and one particular question sparked a lot of attention. “Tom, one fan asked who is your celebrity crush?” the interviewer smirked at the young actor. Tom went bright red as Barry started laughing. “Everyone on set knows Tom has a massive crush on Y/N, he never shuts up about her!” Tom quickly slapped Barry’s shoulder, “Oi!” The interviewer stared at the two in amusement before asking Tom if what Barry said is true. “Uh.. yes, yes it is.” Tom shyly nodded and cleared his throat, “So um, next question?”

Not so long after the interview that caused fans to go crazy on social media, getting #Y/NandTom trending, and making photo edits of the two, Tom got asked a similar question in another interview with himself and Jack Lowden. “Lads, if you had the opportunity to have any actress as your love interest, who would it be?” Jack immediately spoke up, “Well we all know who Tom would pick, ey? Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!” Tom put his head in his hands, as he prayed you wouldn’t see this anywhere online. Tom just glared at Jack until the interviewer changed the subject, erupting a relieved sigh from Tom.

Sure enough in his next press interview, the interviewer turned to Tom, “I have a question specifically for you about a certain actress..” causing Tom to groan while Jack who was beside him starts laughing his head off. “Right, go on” Tom said exasperatedly. He wasn’t annoyed really, just worried that you’d see this and think he’s a total creep. “Theres been multiple instances where Y/N has been mentioned in interviews, why is this so?” Tom took a deep breath, and he thought to himself, ‘fuck it” before answering, “Well I don’t personally know her but from what I can tell she seems like a lovely lady, not to mention she’s gorgeous and really just a phenomenal actor.” Jack let out an audible aww, seemingly mocking Tom before pointing to the camera, “Y/N if ye are watching this, go for Tom, he’s a charmer!”

Tom was relieved to finally be at home, as he hated being underneath bright lights all day having good and bad interviewers interrogate him. He had turned his phone off as he wanted some peace and quiet before heading off into the shower. Once he came back and turned on his phone to see his phone blowing up, with texts from the lads and tweets from fans. He went onto twitter and almost dropped his phone in shock after seeing a certain tweet.

Y/T/N: @TGlynnCarney you’re a sweetheart. the feeling’s mutual :)

[ihopennooneiknowseesthis]

we won’t - jack lowden

requested(?): yes!

“hi can you do another song imagine, with like a sort of sad song? It can be any of the boys but I prefer jack lowden!”

“I'm waiting for your next story about Jack!! You're extremely talented! Thanks a lot xo” - @realzachabels

A/N: this was based off the song “We Won’t” by James Young and Phoebe Ryan and the italic text above the paragraphs are the song lyrics, its a really lovely song and I had listened to it for the first time in over a year yesterday so here you go!

word count: 1495

“We Won’t” by James Young and Phoebe Ryan

Are we just gonna stay like this forever, floating. I’m serious, my heart is furious. Cause I’m so confused when we’re together.

He didn’t know whether or not to talk to you, both of you had never came to a clear understanding. Currently the two of you didn’t know what was going on between you, were you over or working it out? Jack sat in his hotel room, just wishing he could go and talk to you and be straightforward. But every time he would look at your face, he would cower away and avoid the subject. It made him angry that he couldn’t open up to you, someone he loved, or used to be. He was in a constant state of confusion as he didn’t know what he should be feeling. Should he feel sad, or guilty, or hurt, or angry? But all he could feel was emptiness, as he just wanted to go out with his friends and let loose for a couple of hours, to be the old Jack. But he couldn’t even go out without wondering if he should let you know and feeling paranoid about the girls around him. When he would come over to be with you, he wasn’t sure how to act. Kissing you was too much physical contact, yet if you didn’t cuddle or hug constantly then it wasn’t enough. He just wasn’t sure of anything.

Feels like I’m choking, these emotions, I know I’m going to let you down so don’t hold your breath now.

You couldn’t help but feel trapped, any choice you made would change everything. All you wanted was to let him go, you couldn’t hold him back. Jack didn’t deserve that, not with his career taking off at rocket speed. But even though you tried to let go, he was still bound to you, and you were still restricting him. You couldn’t help but fill yourself with guilt, blaming yourself for his unhappiness. When he would come over, you always thought he was there to set everything straight but instead he would just smile at you and take your hand. Jack was becoming bigger and bigger after Dunkirk, he was landing many more roles and he had all these amazing opportunities for himself, causing him to attract a lot of attention from the public. You didn’t like the famous lifestyle, you loved having a private life. You weren’t comfortable with interacting with fans and being open on social media. You just couldn’t let yourself be the reason he would turn down things, and you didn’t want him to have to drag you along with him everywhere. You wanted him to be happy, even if it was without you.

I wish I could say what I’m feeling, I’m scared to let these words out.

Neither of you could come clean, you had too much history and love to let go. To end it. You had been together before Jack was a famous actor, when you were a young college girl. You had been through so much together, grown together, learned together, fought together and you were practically family. You always thought this would be the man you marry. But you both knew that was what you had to do, you were just making each day more painful for each other, by trying to hold onto a flame that had burned out.

Don’t go to war for me, I’m not the one that you want me to be. Don’t call me up at 2 am tonight. It feels so damn good and I wish you would.

There were nights where you both just needed each other, for you were just craving each other’s touch. He would call you in the middle of the night and would be over at your house not much later. Nights like this would always end up with things heating up, your naked bodies tangled up with each other at the end of the night. It would get way too intimate, way too fast. This was dangerous, as the more this happened, the more attached you would get again. And every time Jack left your sleeping body the next day instead of cooking you breakfast like he once used to, you both felt your hearts rip apart even more because you knew you couldn’t be there for each other.

And don’t cry no more for me, don’t waste your time convincing me. That maybe someday we’ll get it right. Cause we never could I wish that we would.

He couldn’t bare the thought of you crying over him, the last thing he ever wanted was to be the reason tears fell from your eyes. You thought he had left and so you had let your sadness overcome you, and Jack’s heart broke into pieces as he stood outside your bedroom door, listening to his lass’s sobs. Even though you tried to convince him it wasn’t his fault, he refused to believe it. He knew that nothing would be okay with you two, he couldn’t look you in the eye, knowing he once made you cry tears. Just knowing he caused you so much pain, made him feel horrible, and you guys couldn’t work this out because the damage done was beyond repair. But there was a little part of him that hoped you two would end up together.

But we won’t so just don’t.

I can’t trust you. Baby, cause I don’t want to. This isn’t fun anymore

It started out as fun, you two were the strangest couple but everyone loved you guys together, you completed each other. He brought out your crazy side and you kept him grounded. It was a perfect relationship, and it lasted for a while. This would’ve been your fourth year together but your once perfect relationship was coming to an end. You never used to question him or feel suspicious of the girls he was pictures with, you knew he had a lot of followers and people recognized him everywhere. You knew he’d never do anything, but now you didn’t even want to trust him. Maybe if you questioned him, he would get angry and leave. That would be better than letting him go while you were both stuck in love.

Never hurt like this before, broken dishes on the floor. Hearts exploding

He had decided to finally go over to your flat, to set everything straight. Once he entered your kitchen he saw you standing near the counter. He called out your name and said you needed to talk. You both knew what was coming. But once he tried to come up with an alibi instead of cutting straight to the truth, you got angry. All of the sudden everything spun out of control, you were both hurt and confused as to why you were in this position, as it was the last place you wanted to be. There were so many questions,  running through your minds, why you didn’t end it and why you tried to end it. Harsh words were said and the both of you were getting louder and louder until you were screaming at each other. Jack knew what would push you, and so he chose to use those certain words against you and when they left his mouth, your jaw hung open as you stared at him in disbelief. The mug you were holding fell out of your hand and broke into pieces on the floor. Jack realized what he had said to you, a hurtful phrase that if anyone said to you would completely break you, “you’re nothing to me now” but in fact you were the opposite of nothing to him, and you both knew that but it didn’t hurt any less. He started apologizing profusely as he didn’t mean what he said but you just shook your head as sobs escaped you.

Tell me why I’m still holding, onto the love that we’ve been breaking. Damn, I thought we’d make it

You couldn’t believe that he said something like that to you. He knew how sensitive you were and he still went ahead and said something that he knew would hurt you The last time you had heard that phrase, you never saw someone very important to you again, causing you to build high walls around yourself throughout your whole life. You stood there, trying to stop the tears and Jack held you in his arms and rested his chin on your head, repeatedly whispering apologies. You hated what he had just done by you couldn’t stop loving this boy, he was your world and you couldn’t let go of him. Everyone around you knew you had to go separate ways but you two were just ignoring the facts and holding onto each other, even if you didn’t want to. You really thought he was the one, and you thought that you guys would have a happy ending.

But we won’t so just don’t.

[ihopennooneiknowseesthis]

vows - fionn whitehead

requested(?): yes!

“Some fluff about Fionn and the reader's wedding? Thank you! xx”

word count: 705 - this one’s a bit short sorry, but I thought the idea was sweet:) also the way fionn pronounces ‘fucking’ is ‘fookin’ and its the cutest thing

you two always acted like an old married couple, and now it was official.

You could feel you palms shaking as you held tightly onto the white rose bouquet in front of you. Fionn stared at you with such adoration that could only be described as true love, as his stare tore into your eyes. You looked drop dead gorgeous in your dress and veil, but Fionn would think you’re just as gorgeous the next morning, rid of all the makeup and with messy hair. 

You turned behind you to grab a small piece of paper with your delicate handwriting that Fionn knew so well from your bridesmaid, and turned to the audience, “I apologize in advance, I am no actor and so my monologue may not be up to par with Fionn’s but I’ll try my best” you giggled, the audience laughing along with you. “Fionn, I knew from the day I met you, that I was going to fall in love with a boy who would achieve something great, and I was right. You are the most hard working and talented man I have ever gotten the pleasure to know, and you have taught me what emotion is, from the ones you portray on screen, to the ones you make me feel in real life. The immense pride I feel when I look at you is indescribable, and I am so grateful I have the pleasure of watching you grow, as an actor and an amazing person daily, and the immense love I feel for you grows every time you look at me. The past six years have been the most blissful years of my life, and not a day has gone by in these six years where I am not utterly in love with you. You are, without a doubt, a work of art, one that I am so glad to witness.” 

You let out a breath, and looked up to see Fionn’s eyes had become glassy. He cleared his throat before reaching to grab one of your hands and kissing it, and wiping away tears you didn’t know were falling from your cheeks, before pulling away to deliver his vows. 

“Y/N, my love. You met me when I was the lad with the weird name and hair, aspiring but not really succeeding as an actor yet somehow you saw something worth holding onto and let me tell you, I am so fucking thankful ye did, sorry mum” everyone laughed as he blew a kiss at his mum who was wiping tears away, “because I am so deeply and truly in love with you and everything you do. You have shown me what love is, falling in it, feeling it and being deeply immersed in it. There isn’t a day that goes by where I’m not in awe of how beautiful you are, both inside and out because honestly, the word beautiful does not even come close to describing your soul, in fact, no word does it justice as you have a heart of gold.  You are a blessing Y/N, a blessing I am so forever grateful to keep to myself. I promise to do my utter best, to do as much as you do for me, to protect you, make you laugh and to let you feel loved. Thank you for falling in love with me and allowing me the pleasure of growing old with you and loving ye until then and after.”

There was not one dry eye in the audience, and you yourself had tears pouring out of your eyes. Fionn caught your eye and mouthed ‘I love you’ and you did the same back, as the ring bearers handed you your rings, to commence the ring exchange. 

The officiant cleared his throat before speaking, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” And before you knew it, Fionn had moved your veil and planted a sweet but meaningful kiss on your lip, with his hands on your waist and back as he slightly dipped you. You stood back up straight and pulled away only for him to plant a small peck on your lips again, before turning to the crowd, “we did it ey?”

[ihopennooneiknowseesthis]

stay - fionn whitehead

requested(?): yes, sorry this is not my best writing it’s like 1:30 am but I wanted to finish this!

“Hello!! I just read your stuff and I want more it's so good!! Here's my request - could you write something really angsty (but with a happy ending) where Fionn and you break up but he regrets his mistake/misunderstanding/whatever and he tries to win you back? I was thinking of it after listening to Stay by the Vamps, so could you base it off that? Thanks a bunch and keep up the good work! Xoxo”

word count: 820 (AHH I FEEL LIKE THIS WAS SHITTY SORRY)

“so darling if you stay, I’ll find the words I couldn’t stay”

Ain't it sad when you miss a closing door Turn around, have to wait for something more

Your breakup with Fionn had not ended well, as you refused to hear him out. You had been the best girlfriend you could have possible been, never asking for much, and always supporting Fionn without being clingy and possessive. You understood his schedule and so you never commented on when he was late, or forgot certain occasions or dates. And now here he was, saying that you two needed a break, without giving you so much of a reason as to why. You were livid, as you had loved him with all you had, only for him to want to take a break because he felt like it. And so you slammed the door and walked out, leaving Fionn alone.

Gets me mad that I left it all too late. Swept in the breeze, now I watch it drift away

Fionn grimaced at the door shutting behind you, and he stood there for a good few minutes before realizing what he had just done and ran after you, but he was too late as he watched you get in a taxi at the end of the road, and drive away without even turning to look back at him. He felt the wind go through him, and it was if he had become hollow, because now that you were gone, he had nothing.

So you can find me The tallest building in the tallest city

The one place he hoped you’d be, is on the roof of your apartment, as that was where you had countless all nighters, either drinking and laughing with friends, or with just Fionn, looking at the sky. You went up there every night you could, it was where you could escape and clear your head.  Once he had gathered up the courage, and stopped wallowing in self pity for a week, he made his way there one night, praying you’d forgive him.

And I will build a ladder to the rooftops Screaming from my lungs, "I'm sorry, I messed up"

He saw you sitting near the edge, in your usual spot, taking in the night sky, with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. “Y/N?” he spoke timidly. You didn’t bother turning back, “Go away Fionn.” “No.” “Fionn, I’m serious.” “No Y/N, I’m sorry I messed up but I’m not leaving.” So darling won't you stay here? I promise I can change

Fionn continued to speak to your back, “Y/N please, I’m begging you not to leave me, to leave us.” She finally turned around, “Funny because I remember you being the one who wanted a damn break.” “I didn’t mean what I said, I just... I thought you could do better than someone who couldn’t treat you well.” “What?” “I know I’ve been late more than twice, and I’ve missed some plans, and you’re too lovely to say anything. I love you, and I wanted you to be happy, so I thought the best way for that to happen if you saw someone else but god, the minute you walked out that bloody door I realized I will do anything to keep you with me.”

And darling if you stay here It won't be a mistake

“If you stay with me, it won’t be a mistake I swear to you Y/N, I will do anything it takes just to have you again.”

Truth be told, I'm a mess when you're away And I'm afraid you make me pay for my mistakes

“Y/N, I haven’t been able to sleep this past week because all I could fucking think about was ye, and it drove me insane to think I was so bloody stupid to let you walk out the door. But I’m begging you to take me back love, I’ll do anything.” And we can hide under the duvet And time will have to wait And you can wear my favorite t-shirt And we can waste away the days But only if you stay

“You don’t need to do anything Fionn, I forgive you.” And with that you stood up and were immediately embraced by Fionn, planting a bunch of kisses on your forehead. You both made your way down to your apartment, and once in the bedroom you both stripped down, preparing for bed. Once Fionn discarded his shirt you threw it over your own head, smelling his cologne. You got under the covers, trying to regain whatever body heat you lost on the roof. You lay there for awhile, bodies entangled. With nothing but sweet kisses here and there, a silence fell across the room as you listened to each other’s heartbeats. You both didn’t plan to move for a very long time. “I love you Y/N” “And I love you.” But I'll stay asking for you to stay