but hey a new one yes amazing


I’ve seen some au’s where different groups are pocket sized, and they’re really cute! So i have decided to do my own ^~^ I think i will also do a GOT7 version of this!


Namjoon/Rap Monster

🌸 Namjoon would be a very ambitious pocket friend, and try to be helpful with things such as homework or sharpening you a pencil.

🌸 He’ll say “I got it”, but please don’t let this ean out of you sight, he is very clumsy and a fall from high up like your dresser would not be good. protect him.

🌸 Like to on your solider to be the most helpful wtih his suggestions.

🌸 very precious boy!

Originally posted by yoongichii


🌸  very smol. but dont worry, he’ll be okay.

🌸 unlike Namjoon, he would be able to be left alone without falling off a dresser or falling into a bathtub full of water.

🌸 would also like to be helpful, and is very good at it. fine details in a drawing? he’s gotchu fam.

🌸 overalls. wear overalls and he’ll stay in there all day with you. its so cute.

🌸  really like to use tea cups for warm baths, so be careful.

Originally posted by minspink


🌸  sleep,sleep, sleep.

🌸  got a small box? great, just put some fabric in as a small blanket, and that’s Yoongi’s new favorite spot.

🌸  pockets. are. his. favorite. portable. sleeping. place.

🌸 watch this one, he is prone to sleep in places he shouldn’t.

🌸 bluetooth speakers a amazing for when he’s gotta be swag and listen to hardcore rap.

Originally posted by jeonbase


🌸 “can I?!?”

🌸 no,no, you can’t use the sink as a pool.

🌸 “hey, y/n, take me with you to the ice cream shop!”

🌸 will sleep on top of your head.

🌸 hold him. please. he is soft.

🌸   if you have a dog, they’re best friends.

🌸  tiny jhope dimples. yes, i am weak.

Originally posted by jhope-shi


🌸 “hold me please.”

🌸 tiny box smile.

🌸 loves to do everythign with you. your best friend.

🌸 really like when you wear fuzzy sweaters. (so fuzzy)

🌸 probably will sleep on top of your pillow.

🌸 please don’t forget about him, he needs your affection.

🌸 smol body, big heart.

Originally posted by kimthwriter


🌸 this boy somehow manages to cook for you, even though he is so small.

🌸 big meals.big.

🌸 please carry snakcs in your bag, he would greatly appreciate that.

🌸 “please, not that outfit y/n”

🌸 helps you choose clothes in the morning.

🌸 please love him, he somehow cleans up your messes.

🌸 has his own tiny mirror. “i look so handsoem y/n.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks


🌸 “y/n! what was that sound– i mean i’ll protect you!”

🌸 wants to be big, so he acts big.

🌸 wants to prove himself to you so badly.

🌸 has tiny weights to lift.

🌸 muisc, music all the time.

🌸 “y/n can i use your ipod?”

🌸 hugs your hand.

🌸 like to play with your hair.

Originally posted by jeonbase

this is so short and not very descriptive, sorry! nonetheless, i hope you enjoyed :) please feel free to send in requests. 

Decisions, Decisions (Part 5)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 5007

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings​ - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13​ imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child. Texts are in italics

Tags: @wordacadabra   @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays @cocosierra94  @staceycasey123 @lucianightwolker @tacohead13


Friday night you went to a few stores for some dresses. You found one thing you liked, and you reserved it for the “other” dress. But for the main dress to go to the premiere with Tom, you needed something dazzling. You spoke with Trish, your stylist, and asked her if she could work with Versace on a design you had in mind. She said she would work on it.

Tom was texting and calling quite frequently, sending you two more bouquets of flowers with another poem on each card. The calls became more familiar, a little more flirty, and you sent him a new watch to his hotel and some chocolates - since you knew they were his guilty pleasure.

James had contacted you a few times but he had a couple of interviews related to Split coming out soon so he was rather busy. But in a way it was good because you were able to spend more time and attention on Tom - that was a good thing, right? You weren’t so sure, you were already in so deep with both of these men, you didn’t need to have the decision be any harder than it was.

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TalesFromRetail: Doesn't understand the concept of "Holiday Scents"

Hey guys. So I work at an essential oils store, and around the holiday we usually have around 6 special Christmas scents. We always always tell our guest that “oh ya, these ones are our new holiday blends. Don’t they smell amazing?”. But customers being customers, they don’t realize that special holiday means special holiday.

DL = demanding lady, Me = me

November 2015

DL: Oh, this X one smells really good! I think I’ll take this one.

Me: Yes, that’s one our most popular holiday blends. It smells like mint chocolate, doesn’t it?

DL: I’ll just take this one, thank you.

Me: ….. (No chit chat then)

December 2015 - we have a boxing day sale getting rid of all the holiday blends

DL: Oh, why is X one on sale? It’s so good.

Me: It was a holiday blend, so now we’re selling the rest of it until next Christmas.

DL: Oh, well I’ll take 2 then.

May 2016

DL: (looking around) I can't​ find X!

Me: We don’t have any. It’s special just for the holidays. I can try calling our outlet store and see if they have any if you’d like?

DL: No! You guys should have it though! This is ridiculous! (My favorite word…)

December 2016

DL: (comes up to the counter) I’ll take this one.

Me: Yup, back for Christmas only. People really seem to be stocking up on it since it’s so popular and only. Here. For. Christmas. Did you want to grab another, it’s half off (this time for a weekly thing, not clearance)

DL: No, I’m fine with just one.

Me: (!!!!!!!!!!!!)

And now, April 2017, three months since we last had it, la pièce de résistance :

DL: I’m out of X. Where is it?

Me: Its a holiday blend, we only carry it during Christmas. I can call our outlet store if you like, I know they have some there.

DL: This is terrible! Why do I even shop here?!?!

And the worst part is, she spends ridiculous amounts of money at our store, so we have to kiss her a** every time she comes in. Rawr! I need a new job….

By: countryyoga

leo-themexicanleprechaun  asked:

Hey, your blog is amazing and I was having a pretty shitty afternoon but I feel fine now. I love your post and I think they are super funny. Especially the ones that include gay secks (hey! I see you judging me. Fuk off m8). So thank you! PS: I would love to see your phanart, okay bye :)

aw i’m so glad i made you feel better ♥

also yes you can check out my phanart on @greyphil (#cheekyspon *wink wonk* ((but i’ve only posted like one piece of art there which was yesterday bc its a new blog))

and you can check out rest of my art on @thatgreyspook

*shameless self spon over*

What am I looking for?

Two stories on two days? What is this, the apocalipse????

Calm down everyone. Actually this was supposed to be done A MONTH AGO.

If you made the count, you know what it means, if not I’ll tell you: THIS IS THE 6TH PROMPT FOR @starcoweek2. YES I’M A MONTH LATE.

I was almost giving up, but then… I hate to start things and never finish them, I already got to many stuff I did that *looks at the pile of fanfictions and brush aside*

Day 6 was “Song Inspired”, I got a bit of trouble to find a song to this because most of my stories are written with songs so I had way too many ideas and no idea on how to start them… That was until Lyoko decided to add a new song to the playlist in which bring me up back to the past of my childhood and the clip helped me to figured out what I wanted to do.

Also, huge thanks to @mrevaunit42 for the title lol

So here, have a journey to our childhoods and enjoy! (The link for the song is linked on the first verse, just click :D)

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6  | Day 7

Ba ba da da
Take a look at my girlfriend
She’s the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Marco called his mother to tell the news, unable to wait more. Star was setting the genre for their movie night. Every tuesday, popcorn, couch, blankets, chocolate and soda to watch at least one movie together. Neither of them knew how they started this habit, but it was set and no one would change that.

As his mother picked-up Marco was rambling happily to them and Star laughed from the living room because of his excitement.

“Marco, calm down, is there a problem? Do we need to go back?”

“No!” He laughed. He didn’t want them to get out their little vacation just because he couldn’t control his happiness, “Sorry, I got carried away”

What is it then?

His lips hurt from smiling “I got a girlfriend.”

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meow-kiss-me  asked:

It is just AMAZING that you like Russian Holmes! <3<3<3 as I understood you watched both Soviet and the new one? I`m from Russia so that`s why I`m pretty happy that I found your blog :) Have a good day!!!

Hey thanks for the message! :D Yes, I’ve watched both versions, although I saw the Soviet one quite a while ago so there’s probably a lot of stuff that I’ve forgotten. Do you know what the really amazing thing is though? The fact that there aren’t more people who’ve seen the new russian holmes


monakosm  asked:

Hey there Kaadian, I get the feeling. Even when I have time to make things you never really feel like anything new or amazing comes out of it. There's this urge to impress and dazzle followers and friends but sometimes the art just doesn't come. What I do know is most of the art you do is pretty high quality, even unfinished still can be worth sharing. I'd love to see a big sketch page of yours one day.

Thank you friend, I appreciate it. Yes, being stuck in a slump sucks. I’ve been slowly working on something, but I feel as if sketches are the way to go sometimes. Maybe I will start putting those out there.

three times Blaine asks Kurt to marry him and the one time he means it for real

Summary: Exactly what the title says. :) 

A/N: I just finished a really long draft for something entirely different today, so naturally I sat down to write even more. As you do. My outlining process on this was something along the lines of 1.) Oh, an idea! and 2.) … oops, I just wrote it. So fair warning, this is a.) a complete and utter unstructured mess and b.) possibly cavity-inducing since I was in need of some major fluff. Enter at your own risk!

Also up on the AO3

i.) the one where Blaine is a five-year old single father

Kurt is trying to get Blaine to join him where he’s playing with his new firetruck, but Blaine is just sitting there in Kurt’s backyard and won’t put down his little stuffed penguin that he brought over with him.

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Sugar! Yes, please! | Harry Styles

Sugar by Maroon V


Sugar! Yes, please! (1 of 2) | Harry Styles One-Shot Imagine

Requested by carolinenorderhaug ​: Could you write a imagine about YN and Harry, and YN has an amazing voice and they sing a song together at a One Direction concert?

Your POV

“YES!” I plopped down on the couch in the living room of my new flat in London. I was very proud of how I decorated my home that I just bought with my own hard-earned money. 

I felt my phone vibrating in my back pocket; I smiled when I saw ‘Lame Zayn’ flash across my iPhone 6 and pushed the green circle to answer.

“Hello~” I sang.

“Hey! How’s my best friend slash best new female artist on the rise?” Zayn laughed.

“Shut up! I’m not!” I rolled my eyes.

“Well according to this article on MTV, you apparently are.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Okay, whatever, what do you want loser?”

Zayn just chuckled, “I was wondering if you’re coming to my concert tonight? You know I’ve been in town all week performing and I only saw you once AND you didn’t even come to ONE concert yet.”

“Yeahhhh~ I guess I will, I have nothing better to do.” I said sarcastically, I heard him gasp on the other end.

“I’m kidding Zayn! I was busy all week moving into my new flat and recording a music video for my new single.“ 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever you say, I’m leaving your name with security and having VIP passes with backstage access delivered to you, so just give me a call when you’re at the stadium later, okay?”

“Yes sir!” I saluted and I didn’t even know why.

“You saluted didn’t you?”Zayn asked.

Damn, he really did know me. I bursted out into laughter.

“You’re such a loser, why am I still friends with you?”

“Because we grew up together AND I’m the one who pushed you to pursue your art when you thought you sucked AND I was the one who forced you to try out for X-Factor AND LOOK what happened? You’re in the biggest boy band of our time.” I said all in one breath.

“I know! I know! That’s why I love you AND pushed you to start singing AND now you’re a rising artist, watch out world!”

“Okay, okay, okay,  I’m going to go shower now, I’ll see you tonight yeah?”

“You better,” and with that he hung up.

Zayn’s POV

I smiled after I hung up on Y/N.

“Who were you talking too?” Harry asked as I walked into our living room to see Niall and Louis playing FIFA on the Playstation 4.

“Y/N.” I knew Harry had a huge crush on her.

“What?” His eyes brighten as a huge grinned spread across his face.

I rolled my eyes and continued into the kitchen to grab a drink out of the fridge. Harry had followed me like a little puppy and I didn’t notice him until I was midway drinking and turned around.

“What the hell Harry, quit creeping mate!” I almost choked on my water.

“Sorry! It’s just- when I met her the other day- I can’t stop thinking about her.” He pouted.

“NOR can you stop talking about her!” Louis shouted from the living room.

I just shook my head and went to sit next to Louis on the couch.

“Take that Lou!” Niall shouted as he made a goal.

“Damn it!” Louis almost tossed the remote on the floor.

“So is she coming to our concert tonight?” I could tell Harry was trying to remain calm, is this guy really 21?

I debated for a second to tell him she was, but I wanted to fuck with him instead, “Nah she said she’s busy with her new music video, I’m just going to see her after the concert.”

Louis knew I was lying, he always knew for some damn reason and I could see him smirking when he looked up at Harry and then at me.

“Poor Harold, you’re never going to get the chance to see her again.” Louis said sarcastically.

Harry frowned, not catching the sarcasm and sulked off into his room.

“What the hell man?” I said when I made sure Harry wasn’t in ear-shot.

Louis just laughed, “He’s going to be in for a hell of a surprise tonight.”

“Did I miss something?” Niall leaned forward and looked at me from the other side of the couch.

I just shrugged and shot them a smirk, mainly because I knew Y/N had a crush on Harry too.


// Four days ago //

Just as rehearsals ended and our vocal coach, Helene, was giving us last minute pointers and advice as we all stood in a circle, “ZAYN!”

I heard my best friend’s voice as I turned around to see her running towards me, I held out my arms and caught her as she crashed into me.

“Y/N! I’ve missed you so much!” I spun her around.

“I’ve missed you too!” She squealed.

“Ahem,” Helene said and I turned around towards them, they were all staring with wide-eye, probably wondering who she was.

“Oh sorry! It’s just- this is my best friend and I haven’t seen her in over a year.” I straightened up with my arm still around Y/N.

“Hi everyone! My apologies for interrupting, I got way too excited. I’ll just go wait over there!” She pointed to the right of stage as she turned her body and winked at me.

I just shook my head. Just as silly as ever.

15 minutes later, I ran off stage to find her sitting in a chair on her phone.

“God! Zayn! It’s been forever since I’ve seen you.” She smiled as she put her phone in her back pocket.

“I know! You look amazing!” I wrapped my arms around her.

“Yeah I guess after you sign a recording contract, it comes with a makeover.” She joked.

The guys finally came off the stage.

“Guys! This is my best friend, Y/N.“ 

“Hi-yah!” She smiled at them.

“Ah so you’re the infamous Y/N! I’m Louis, nice to finally meet you!” Louis shook her hand.

“Infamous? He’s probably told you guys all the trouble I use to get him into.” She smiled.

“I’m Liam!” Liam waved, “Sorry my hands are all sticky!" 

"Niall Horan, pleasure to meet you ma’am,” He tried to be proper but he couldn’t keep a straight face after two seconds. 

“Never call me ma’am again.” She shook her head.

He just winked at her.

“And I’m Harry.” Harry smiled at her as he took her hand in his.

“Hey, why don’t we all have dinner together?” Liam suggested.

“Yeah come with us!” I tugged on my best friend’s arm.

“Alright! I’m starving anyways.”

During dinner, Y/N and I caught up with everything I missed while being away for year. She got to know the guys and they got to know her. I loved how easily she got along with them; they were my best mates and she was my best friend, it was important to me that they become friends.

After dinner, I decided to go back to Y/N’s flat to see her new place.

“So ummmm… Does Harry have a girlfriend? Is he seeing anyone?”

“What?” I whipped my head around.

“I just- I don’t- He’s really funny and he seems sweet and humble,” I saw her chew her bottom lip and I knew she only did that when she was nervous.

“Holy crap! You have a crush on Styles?" 

"I- don’t even know him! I’m just wondering!” She was flustered.

“No he doesn’t have a girlfriend.” I shook my head as I laughed at my best friend.


Your POV

It was now 7:30pm, I just arrived to the back entrance of the stadium waiting for the security to escort me to the guys.

“Miss Y/N?” I heard a deep voice say my name.

I turned around to see a tall, burly man in a black shirt that said SECURITY across his chest.

“That’s me!” I held up my VIP and backstage pass.

“Great, follow me.” He said then proceeded to take me into the building.

“OY! Y/N!” Niall hollered when he saw me enter the backstage area where the guys were chilling as I heard 5 Seconds of Summer singing on stage.

I saw Harry immediately turn around, looking shocked and I smiled at him as I hugged Niall.

“Hi Niall!” I said as we pulled away from each other.

Zayn came up from behind him and hugged me.

“You said she wasn’t-” I heard Harry say but Louis cut him off.

“Glad you could make it!” Louis hugged me.

“Of course! I gotta support my favorite boy band!” I grinned.

“Is that sarcasm I hear?” Liam stood up from the chair he was sitting on after his stylist finished fixing his hair.

“Nooo way! Stockholm Syndrome is my jam!” I laughed.

“I gotta get my hair done, go mingle.” Zayn whispered and nudged me towards Harry.

I blushed as I looked up to see Harry playing with a cute little girl.

I was suddenly nervous, what the hell is wrong with me?

“How about you sing a song with us tonight?” Louis suggested as I sat down on the couch next to him.

“What? NO WAY! That would be we-” I began.

“Yeah! You should!” I heard Harry say, which surprised me.

“Guys! No way! I’m not go-”

“I swear to god if you say you’re not good enough I’m going to kick you!” Zayn shouted from across the room.

“I’m not!”

“What! Are you serious?!” Niall’s jaw dropped, “You totally can sing!”

“Guys! No!” I covered my face.

“Yes!” Liam agreed.

“Please?” Harry begged and then pulled the little girl into his arms, “Lux can you asked the pretty lady to sing with us tonight?" 

I melted right there.

"Please sing?” She smiled up at me as she held her hands up to her cheeks.

“Now, how can I say no to someone as cute as you?” I knelt down to her level.

“I’m just hard to resist.” Harry smirked.

“Shut up, not you!” I stuck my tongue out.

“YAY!” She threw her arms around me, “You~ make~ me crazzyy!” She sung my lyrics to me.

“You know my song?” I gasped at her.

“YES! Uncle Harry showed me your music!” She giggled which made me blush.

Harry listened to my music? Really?

“Okay Lux that candy must’ve got to your head! Let’s take you to your mom!” Harry quickly picked her up and took her over to their stylist and I quickly sat back down on the couch.

Just as I was about to say something, 5 Seconds of Summer bursted into the room.

“WHOOOHOO! THE CROWD IS AMAZING TONIGHT GUYS!” Michael was pumped with adrenaline, jumping around the room.

“SO AWESOME! SO AWESOME!” Ashton jumped behind Louis and wrapped his arm around his neck.

“You guys were awesome!” Niall shouted as he hugged Calum.

“Whateverrrr you didn’t even watch!” Calum shoved Niall off of him playfully.

“Was too!” Niall shoved him back.

I noticed that Luke walked in last, his face was glowing and flushed, he seemed very proud of himself.

“Good job tonight man!” Liam went up to him and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Thanks Liam!” Luke nodded, grabbing the water bottle out of his, I assumed, manager’s hand.

Seconds later, Harry was at my side, holding his hand out for me to take. I was confused until he made a motion with his head to ‘come on.’

“Guys! This is Y/N, Zayn’s best friend.” Harry said as he pulled me into the middle of the room, I was a bit nervous but for one reason, Harry was holding my hand. 

Oh my god, what is happening to me?

“Oh hey! I know who you are! Harry showed me your music video the other day! I’m Michael,” Michael said enthusiastically as he shook my hand.

“Pfft! What? No I didn’t!” Harry shoved him.

Was Harry Styles blushing because of me?

“Yeah he totally did. I’m Calum!” He winked then shook my hand.

Harry immediately turned around and walked the other way as he threw his hands in the air.

“I’m Ashton!” He tucked his drum sticks under his arm and shook my hand, “I loved your cover of our song ‘Amnesia.’” He smiled.

“Oh thanks! I love that song so much! I actually love your whole album!” I admitted and grinned.

“That’s awesome! We like your music too,” Luke said as he held out his hand, “I’m Luke, nice to meet you.”

I gracefully shook it but was startled by a really loud voice booming through the room.

“ONE DIRECTION! IT’S 8:15PM! Let’s get ready to go on stage!” The stage manager announced.

Zayn came to my side, “Hey why don’t you go sit in the front? Other people from our crew will be there too!”

“Okay sounds good to me!”

“Lou, after you’re done with Harry’s hair, can you take Y/N with you to the front of the stage? Y/N meet Lou, our stylist!” Zayn pulled me towards the stylist.

“Yeah no problem Zayn! Nice to meet you love,” She smiled at the both of us.

“Nice to meet you too,” I smiled at her then my eye’s were on Harry’s as he fidgeted in her chair.

“Excited for tonight?” I squeaked. What the hell is wrong with me?

“Yeah! It’s going to be great! You’re going to sing with us right?” He raised an eyebrow and slightly turned his face towards me.

I blushed and shook my head.

“Awwww yeah you will.” He flashed me smile before Lou took his chin and turn his face straight ahead.

“Stay still Styles or I’ll cut your hair off!” She winked at me.

- - - - -

They were completely phenomenal! I was having the time of my life watching them perform! I was so proud of Zayn. He wasn’t the shy guy I grew up with anymore; watching him perform, I knew these guys had brought out another side of him which I absolutely loved.

I swore Harry winked and smiled directly at me a few times during the concert, but I didn’t want to over think it. I was completely drawn to him. He made me so nervous, and what made it worse was when I heard him sing his solo in ‘Little Things,’ I definitely knew I was crushing on him, I loved his voice.

The guys had just finished performing ‘What Makes You Beautiful,’ as they all waved and took a water break.

“How’s everyone doing so far?” Zayn said as he back walked towards the stage.

The fan were screaming and hollering, I might’ve a little myself after a song or two… or all of them.

“We actually have a special guest in our audience tonight and she’s actually one of my very best friends, you all know Y/N!” He stood directly in front of me as he held his hand out gesturing towards me.

Their fans started hollering and screaming again.

Harry was walking down the catwalk,”We were wondering if you all could help us get her up here on stage to sing a song with us!” 

“Oh my god!” I shouted as I shook my head at the boys.

“GO ON BACKSTAGE!!!” Lou nudged me.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” I heard Niall egg the crowd.

The stage manager and two other guys, quickly gave me ear phones, a microphone, and clipped a device to my jeans, all within the span of ten seconds.

“Go ahead! Good luck!” The stage manager smiled at me and held a thumbs up, “You’ll be able to hear all the guys and us walk you through on your ear phones!”

As I stepped out on stage, I heard a ton of fans screaming, holy shit. I lost my breath, I put one ear phone on my right ear, “Don’t be scared!” I heard coming from it.

“HERE SHE IS!” Zayn shouted as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“Everyone please welcome Y/N!” Liam shouted.

“Careful where you’re walking!” I heard coming from my earphone again.

There were SO many people, this crowd was unbelievable! I felt so nervous, I wanted to faint. 

“Hi everyone! Wow I am shaking! I’m so nervous!” I said into the mic as I walked down towards the front of the stage.

“Don’t be nervous! They won’t bite!” Harry said to me from the catwalk.

“Or will they?!” Louis said as he sat on the catwalk and the crowd cheered again.

“What song should we sing guys?” Niall asked the audience.

The whole stadium started screaming at the same time, shouting thousands of different songs.

“Y/N! What do you want to sing?” Louis asked me.

I thought about it for a second, then went over to the band, “Do you guys know Sugar by Maroon V?” 

They all nodded and smiled and held their thumbs up, the crowd started screaming, again.

The keyboard started, and I felt my nerves running throughout my entire body, What the fuck did these boys get me into? We are just winging this shit. How fucking crazy is this?

I guess they wanted me to start? So I did.

“I’m hurting baby~ I’m broken down, I need your lovin’, lovin’, I need it now.” I pretended I was singing alone in my flat, which made me less nervous.

Then I saw Liam next to me, “When I’m without you, I’m something weak, you got me begging, begging I’m on my knees.” And he actually got down on his knees, I started laughing.

“I don’t wanna be needing your love, I just wanna be deep in your love, and it’s killing me when you’re away.” Louis and Harry joined in from the catwalk, “Ooh baby, cause I really don’t care where you are, I just wanna be there where you are, and I gotta get one little taste.”

Zayn guided me down the cat walk as he sang, “Sugar!”

Harry, “Yes, please!”

“Won’t you come and put it down on me!” Zayn belted, damn he was good.

“I’m right here! Cause I need!” I began.

I harmonized, “Little love and little sympathy!” Zayn and his damn high notes

“Yeah, you show me good lovin’, make it alright, need a little sweetness in my life!” Niall sang as I continued harmonizing.

I don’t know how the hell we were pulling off this song with zero rehearsals and completely on the spot, but it sounded pretty damn awesome!

Zayn again,“Sugar!”

Harry,“Yes, please!”

“Won’t you come and put it down on me!” We all sang.

The music went right to the bridge and the guys all looked at me.

“Yeah, I want that red velvet, I want that sugar sweet.” I walked towards Harry as I sang it.

“Don’t let nobody touch it, unless that’s somebody’s me.” Harry sang back as he looked in my eyes, and I got lost in them, “I gotta be a man, there ain’t no other way.”

Louis made a heart with his arms as he pointed towards me and Harry, as Niall made kissy faces but Harry and I were too lost in each other to notice.

“Cause girl you’re hotter than a southern Californian day!” Liam’s voice pulled us back and we turned towards the audience.

Louis, “I don’ wanna play no games, I don’t gotta be afraid.”

Niall, “Don’t give me all that shy shit! No make-up on! That’s my-" 

The crowd completely lost it and screamed so much.

"Sugar!” Zayn belted.

“Yes, Please!” Harry and I sang together.

Then we all finished the rest of the chorus together closing the song, as Zayn did his little trills and own thing in the background.

“Won’t you come and put it down on me (down on me). I’m right here, cause I need (I need), little love and sympathy (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeahhh), so baby show me good lovin’, make it alright, need a little sweetness in my life, Sugar (Sugar), yes please! Won’t you come and put it down on me!”

The entire stadium erupted with screams, cheering and hollering! It was so exhilarating, I felt so much adrenaline running through me as I blushed and waved out at the crowd, it was completely breath-taking.

All of the guys joined me and gave me hugs, saying how great I did, etc.

“Thank you so much for having me guys! It’s been such an honor to sing with One Direction and to just see this amazing crowd! You guys are all fantastic! Enjoy the rest of the show!” I waved and headed off stage.

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After the concert ended, the guys all decided to go to a bar in London to celebrate and they all wanted me to come with.

“To a great week in London!” Liam held up his beer.

“To another great concert!” Louis said and held up his glass.

“To being in Ireland next week!” Niall grinned.

“To friendship!” Harry said.

“To music!” I smiled.

“To being fucking amazing!” Zayn shouted, Zayn and I had already took a couple shots on our way over to the bar so we were kind of already buzzed.

“So I saw that little thing between you two on stage earlier, that was quite adorable, wasn’t it mates?” Louis teased Harry and I as the guys nodded and teased us as well.

“What are you talking about?” I acted innocent.

“Oh you know!” Niall shook his finger at me.

I chewed on my bottom lip.

“Oh sod off!” Harry flicked Louis’ forehead.

An hour later, Zayn and Louis headed back to their shared flat first, they were exhausted. Niall, Liam and Harry stayed with me, we were still having fun.

“You’re pretty awesome! You should come on tour with us for a couple more shows!” Niall slurred.

“Thanks Niall! I wish I could, but I have a lot of work coming up! But I might come for a couple show towards the end of your tour! It just sucks that I don’t get to see Zayn as much as I want,” I sighed.

“Yeah but you guys keep in touch all the time, it seems like he’s either on the phone with you, Perrie or his mum!” Liam grinned.

“Yeah we do! He’s family to me, the brother I never had!" 

"I need to use the loo!” Niall said as he abruptly stood up looking around the bar.

“I need a smoke.” Liam said as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and headed to the patio.

It was just me and Harry, I don’t know why, but him being around always made me nervous. It was quiet for a few seconds.

“So I-”


We both said at the same time and laughed, “You first,” I insisted.

“I was just wondering when your new single was coming out.” He smiled at me.

“Within the next month, hopefully.” I was fidgeting with my fingers under the tables, hoping he wouldn’t notice how nervous I am.

“What were you going to ask?” He smiled and leaned closer to me and looked into my eyes.

“I- umm-” I forgot, fuck my life, those green eyes are going to be the death of me.

I quickly looked away but Harry grabbed my chin and placed his lips on mine. It took me a second to register what was happening but then I closed my eyes and kissed him back. Holy crap. I felt butterflies in my stomach and every hair on my body raise. The kiss was electrifying.

He ended the kiss sooner than I wanted, “I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” He admitted as he ran his finger through his hair.

“Really?” Did Harry Styles fancy me?

“Would you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?” He flashed me an award-winning smile.

I bit my lip and nodded my head right before Niall joined us again, with a cheeky smile across his face.

“Oy! Zayn’s going to kill you mate!”

But Harry and I just blushed, looking forward to tomorrow night.

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Part 2: Need a Little Sweetness in My Life

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Hope you guys liked it! Sorry for any grammatical errors, I wrote this at 1 in the morning!

I just want to apologize, I’ve been mad slacking on request! I’m just super busy since I have a full time job and by the end of the day I am so tired, then when I have time to write, I usually am working on my imagine series, but I’ll try to get better at writing more! I’m still getting use to having this blog! I’ve only started it four months ago and I’ve just been so ecstatic by how much love my imagine series and one shots have been receiving! You guys are all amazing!

I have a few more one-shot requests on my list and I promise I’ll get around to them, right now requests are closed, but I’ll open them again soon!

<3 M

Christmas Party / requested by Anonymous.

Hey! So, thank you so much Anonymous for requesting. This is a special- and very LONG as it took me A WEEK - imagine as it’s the first I’ve ever wrote on request – so mine’s really a special thank you.
What else? I hope you and the readers will enjoy this. (if you do, please let me know by liking or reblogging or just noticing someway)
cat x

Hey, can you please do a Neymar Jr. imagine where you and him are getting hot but then you answer a phone call and then he keeps kissing you etc?

*smut alert*

*Y/N’s POV*

“Okay! Uhm, yes… merry Christmas to you too! Bye, see you soon”
I said to my friend Kristen, then hung up and put my cell phone on the sofa.
It was the 24th of December, the Christmas Eve. I had hurry with dressing and making up because I was invited to a party host by my family, here in New York. I looked at the mirror, glancing at my lips to cover them with a fiery-red lipstick, and I could see the lights of my Christmas tree and all the adornments around the house reflecting in the glass and lighting my hair up in a weird way. They looked red (according to the intermittence of the lights).
After had put all the makeup on, I went on dressing up. I opened the wardrobe and took a beautiful sequined short red dress, with some white inserts, and fitted it up. I wore my heels and had a final glance in the mirror: I was ready, just had to decide how to style my hair.
“Try with a braid.”
I turned. That was my sister’s voice.
“A braid, you said?” I answered as I tried to style my brown hair in a provisional braid which descended by the left side of my neck. I bent my head and arched my eyebrows. I liked how I looked like that evening.
“You’re right.” I told her, and she smiled. I grabbed my purse and went downstairs with her. We got into our car and drove away to the place of the party; I looked stunned at the skyline which silhouetted by our side.

“Am I okay? Y/N, do I look okay?” my sister asked while we were waiting for someone to open the door and let us enter.
“Yes, you do, Sara! Keep calm, you’re really beautiful tonight.” I told her quietly.
She continued talking, undaunted, but stopped when heard someone grabbing the handle and opening the door.
“Hey, girls!” my aunt Bruna exclaimed “come in!”
She let us come in by stepping aside.
The house was amazing and cozy. It was prettily adorned with Christmas trees, numbers of bulbs, tiny Santa Claus everywhere, and little statuettes of Christ: classical, naives and stylized ones. There were also lots of presents and packs above the trees and the magical view of New York from the window, with the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty and the skyscrapers, embellished the ambient.
I saluted the members of my family.
“Okay”, she said, pushing us gently, “let me introduce you two to some people you don’t know.”
Oh my God, I thought while following her among the noisy crowd, I hate introductions. I was already figuring these old relatives which I didn’t know, softly kissing my hand and telling me how I was incredibly beautiful, how I looked like my mother – they’d ask me where my mum was, and I’d answer she was somewhere in the house –, how old I was and if I had a boyfriend. I’d politely answer that (even if I actually had one, who was Steven) no, um, I hadn’t: the study took all my free time but, even if I hadn’t time to face and engagement, I would really have liked having a boyfriend.

But nothing was like I thought.
As we stopped in front of a well-shaped guy, who was about 20, I tried to look beyond to find the old woman or man I had to salute, but the guy tried to attract my attention.
“Hey?” he said, snapping his fingers in front of my eyes, “all okay?”
Before I could realize the situation, I heard my aunt’s voice.
“Y/N, Sara, let me introduce you to Neymar. Neymar, these are Y/N and Sara Marques.”
“Very pleased to make your acquaintance” he said as he kissed our hands.
“Pleasure’s all ours”, my sister said.
Neymar smirked, but wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at me, at my dress, at my legs, at my face, at my full body. The tension in the air between us was too much, so I cut by saying:
“Well, uhm, sorry, I-there’s my cousin calling me”. I pointed my finger to my cousin who was in the other room, and left Neymar.


I glanced her slender figure walk, step by step, away from the place of the house where we’d met. She was medium height, I think, but looked so far from being “short”, as her breathtaking long and tanned legs moved through the crowded room. She was thin, but still buxom: she had enough breasts to let a guy lust her. As she moved, her bright dress was illuminated in several ways, and lighted the room up.
Oh, stop.
I approached to a guy who was using the strawberry punch. Surely one of my friend Rafael’s familiars.
“Uh, ehm, hi. Who are you?” he asked.
“Well”, I said, “I am…”
“Wait. I know who you are.” he stopped me. “You’re the famous footballer. Neymar Jr. Aren’t you?”. He took a gulp from his glass.
“Ehm, yes, I am. And you are Rafael’s cousin; if I’m not wrong, Joao. So, J-”
“Hey! How do you know who I am?” he asked, surprised.
“Doesn’t matter. So, Joao, just a little question, if you could answer: who is that girl over there? I mean, I know her name, but… you know, relationships with someone in here, and…”
“Oh!” he exclaimed “yes, I understand. Y/N is Rafael’s cousin. She’s the daughter of those two over there… his father, David, is really severe. A tough man. Non that compliant… don’t joke with him. Everyone here thinks she’s the sexiest one. You too.”
I blushed a bit.
“No, no, I swear… ehm, go on.” I said.
“Do not jerk: she has a boyfriend. His name’s Steven, he’s downstairs. And that’s all you have to know, my friend. Boa sorte.
 I waved my hand to him and walked away, to reach Y/N someway, but Joao grabbed by wrist.
“Yes?” I asked him.
“Dude… she’s not the kind of girl who cheats on her boyfriend.”
I stopped myself on thinking for a while.
“Oh, don’t worry about it.”
I smiled and finally reached the zone of the room where Y/N was.

*Y/N’s POV*

While talking to my grandma, I saw Neymar nearing to me.
Maybe that was my sensation, but I always felt him around where I actually was. Don’t misunderstand: I liked him and that wasn’t a thing that annoyed me, really, but it just seemed strange.
He was handsome, well-proportioned; he had nice face, nice hairstyle, he dressed quite well – which was really much to find in a random guy (yes, I know, Neymar wasn’t random. He was the famous footballer Neymar).

I left the chair I was sitting on to go to the bathroom, upstairs: I had spilled some wine on my dress.
Once had climbed the stairs – which weren’t covered by anyone –, entered the bathroom and let the water spill from the tub, I started scrubbing the stained part of my dress.
“Fuck”, I continuously whispered, “fuck, fuck, fuck!”
But magically, maybe because of my copious imprecations, the stain disappeared. I breathed a sigh of relief and raised my head to glance at the mirror.
I was going to go out, but suddenly the door opened and he, Neymar, came in. I was looking at him with widen eyes, just like a child who’s interrupted while he’s doing something wrong.
“Oh, sorry… I didn’t know you were in here.” He said, excusing.
“No, don’t worry, no problem.”

Approaching to the door, I crossed his gaze and we started watching each other. Now I could figure out what color his eyes were: they were colored in a kind of green mixed with a bit of golden yellow. However, I couldn’t name that precise color; I had just known that his gaze was tough and soft at the same time. I felt like I couldn’t break that eye-contact.
I did anyway, and I was all about to leave him here and to go downstairs, but something stopped me: his hand on my shoulder.
As I turned, I felt his lips kissing mine hardly and passionately.
At first I was paralyzed, but then, once I let my hand slide through his hair, I returned the kiss. I really liked that sensation.

Ney locked the door silently, then lifted me and let me sit on the marble surface of the sinks.
While he kissed my jaw, then down to my neck, he unzipped my dress and threw it away. For a moment, I thought that the one which flied through the room was the dress I applied myself to clean. Wow, I said to myself, what a luck if now it’s still whole.

Who cares? Let’s enjoy this hot moment.
I moaned a bit when he started touching my legs and bottom, and moved his hand up and down… up, and down… again… that was so good!
He unbuttoned my red bra, first watching it, then throwing it away: I was about naked, had just my underwear on.
As he started handling my breasts, while kissing me, I felt a bit oh shyness, but went away after a little bit. It was strange feeling his hand touching, squeezing my breasts, even if he did it softly.
“You’re so hot”, he mumbled.
Yes. You too, I thought, then said. He actually was; I could imagine those abs, that V line, that all I couldn’t wait to see!

As we kissed, I let my hands slide behind his neck: I toyed with his papillon and undid it. Same thing I did with his suit, then with his shirt – they came away with such a ease that I had fun in doing it!
And now, I had a glance over his shirtless: marked abs, V line, large shoulders, and sculpted chest. Exactly how I imagined him. I ran my finger through the lines, raising my head to smile to him. He laughed a bit, but returned serious and started to touch my underwear softly. He teased with it, and I started feeling excited.
“Do you want me to go on, Y/N?”, he asked, holding my head back by my hair.
“Mhh, I do!”

The thing was becoming really hot, when I heard a noise: it was like an insistent ringing.
“Ney…” I said.
He was focused on something else, he couldn’t hear nothing else. He just wanted to make us both satisfied by that moment, which, who knows?, maybe had just been the first one of a loooong series.
“Hey? Neymar?”
He finally looked at me.
“Do you hear it, too?” he asked me, maybe as he heard the noise, too.
I had a small flash crossing my mind. With one eye, I saw something laughing according an intermittence on the surface of the sinks.
Afraid, just as I’d known what I’d find when I’d roll my eyes to that direction, I looked at him: he really look worried, and nodded, as he knew what I was thinking to.
Half-naked, we turned to the source of the noise.
That was my cellular phone.

“Oh my God, fuck, oh God please help me” I started exclaiming as I noticed that the upcoming call was by my boyfriend Steven. “Oh God, Neymar, what shall I do?”
He didn’t looked as worried as I was. I would have expected that, when he’d found out that it was Steven calling, he’d started dressing up again to run away, downstairs. He looked strangely calm, instead.
“Answer.” He told me.
I swallowed. I slid to unlock and answer, then heard the voice of the crowd from downstairs and Steven.
“Y/N? Can you hear me?” he asked.
“Yes… yes, I can.” I was looking at Neymar. “What’s up?”
“In which sense what’s up?” he asked “I mean, where the hell are you?”
“Well, er, where the hell am I?” I repeated to let Neymar hear.
He understood the situation and suggested me to say I was gone for some minutes to someone else’s house.
“I am at Jenny’s house. It’s in this same condominium.” I answered, finally.
“Ah, ok, I und-wait, have you got a friend named Jenny?”
I was going to speak, but Neymar, maybe to get me in trouble cause he enjoyed that situation, started to kiss my neck, sucking in spots, and, as a consequence, making me let some moans of pleasure which I had to hide.
“I have… her name… she’s… Jennifer mhh! Stewart… ah, stop!”
“What? What happened?” he asked “Is there an issue with the signal? Y/N?”

But Neymar didn’t want to stop. He went down, now kissing my chest. He stopped there for a while, as he stared at my breasts.
And I knew what he wanted to do: that was it. As he let his tongue slide on my breast, handling the other one, I could feel it precisely: he started licking and sucking my nipple, making it harden. He smiled as it happened, but I was worried – even if I really liked it.
“N…o, ehm, no issue… maybe yes, ahh, please sto, Ne-ehm, I was saying… no problem. I’ll be back” I stopped to breathe “soon. I’ll… call you later…”
“No, Y/N. We’ll solve this question right now. Can you tell me what’s happening?”
Yes, Steven, I can. There’s this famous and sexy footballer, and I mean, we’re really getting hot, just above your head, in the bathroom. And right now he stopped licking my breasts and I am about naked. That’s what’s happening.
But, as I felt Neymar’s fingers entering in me from below, I had to stop the call as I moaned. If he heard me? Probably – surely yes. But I didn’t care: now Ney owned me and Steven was nothing compared to him.
“Do it, Neymar. NOW!”
He obeyed. In a moment, I felt him inside me and he pushed first soft, then hard and fast. I arched my back, moaning: I really liked that sensation of pleasure and ‘fullness’ given by him. He was moving up and down, again and again, his abs moving.
We both reached the orgasm after a bit; we continued for a bit, then stopped and got full dressed again, laughing as we looked at the mirror.


Oh God! I did it. That was really all I wanted to do that evening.
We returned downstairs without arousing suspicions. We didn’t look at each other, but I found Steven and Joao at the corner of the room.
“Hey!” Joao said “All okay?”
“Yes, definitely. Hey”, I said, addressing to Steven “you look a bit worried.”
Steven exploded in a river of words, angry.
“I am, dude! The fact is, some minutes ago I called Y/N, my girlfriend, on her phone, and she was weird, she talked weird. I think she cheated on me.”
Joao was taken by a flash. He looked at me with his eyes fully goggled; I know he understood something.
In the meanwhile, Y/N was approaching.
“But you know, my dear” I told Steven “come on, look at Y/N: clearly she isn’t the kind of girl who cheats on her boyfriend!”
Y/N smirked.

Best Friends Part 2: Luke

“I know this is hella late but could you do a part 2 to bestfriends? Where y/n is back on your with the boys and they realize they’re in love with her?”

A/N: To this day, Best Friends is one of my favorite prompts that I’ve written, ever! I’m so glad y’all want a part 2. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you think. I didn’t make it where Y/N met them out on tour, but some prompts just worked better with the boys back home.

If you’d like to re-read Best Friends, or never got the chance to in the first place, HERE’s the link! xx


Ever since you had visited all the boys on tour, things had been a bit different. Not in a bad way, really. Luke had been keeping in more contact with you than before, and you figured it was because he missed home and you were a source of familiarity in the mess of new stuff and screaming girls.  

As soon as you were out of university for the summer, you began planning ways to get out to the group. You had been itching to get back out to wherever the boys were. They were your best friends – if you were away from them for too long, you began to feel as if they were slipping away from you.

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Nash Grier Imagine

“We are here with the amazingly talented singer (Y/F/N)! Her new single I Think I’m In Love is dropping today and you are going to be the first ones to hear it, but before you do, we are going to ask (Y/N) some questions. Hey (Y/N)! How’s it going?” The radio host, Ryan Seacrest, asks.
“I’m good. That was a great introduction. You made it sound like I’m an amazing person.” I said to him, earning a chuckle from him.
“Thanks I do my best.” He thanked and then continued. “So let’s talk about your new song. This is a very personal song for you, right?” I nod and then realize the people listening can’t see me so I say a quick “Yes” and laugh at myself. “So explain to us what this song is exactly about or who this song is exactly about.” He says doing a couple hand motions while talking.
“Well it’s kinda self explanatory. I was in a relationship with a person and I was very much in love with him. But things change, people change, so we ended up breaking up. And I told myself I would never love again cause it’s just to painful. So I built up a wall to keep out love and the pain that came along with it. But then I met this guy and my wall just falls. I have no control over what I’m feeling. And I slowly start to realize love isn’t a bad thing and that I might be in love with this guy. And that’s pretty much what this songs all about. It’s about giving love a second chance.” I finish and everyone is just speechless.
“W-Wow. That’s really moving… and beautiful. I might cry.” Ryan says in a joking way. I laugh a little. “Now your fans want to know who this person is. Are you willing to answer that question?” He asks.
“Yeah, putting out this song I knew this question would come up and it’s only fair to tell the fans who I’m talking about.” I take a deep breath before speaking again. “It’s about my current boyfriend Nash Grier. We’ve been dating for some time now and I knew the best time to tell everyone would be when I released this song, so here I am… telling you.” I’m very nervous to see what our fans responses would be. Hopefully nothing too bad.
“Well that’s amazing. I always knew you liked him.” Ryan teased. “Our twitter is blowing up because of this. Do you mind if we read some of the tweets for this?” He asks.
“No, not at all. I would love to see what they think about it.” I say.
“Okay well, @MrsGrier says "Omg I’ve always shipped them together! OTP for life!” How cute.“ I smile happy at least one person is supportive. "And @(Y/N)fandom says "They are so cute! I’m so happy they found each other!”“ Ryan says in a teen girls voice. "And this other tweet is from your boyfriend himself and it says "Thank you for the kind words and I can’t wait to see (Y/N) when she’s done with her interview.” Well your boyfriend seems pretty cool. I guess we should play your song so you can get out of here and see him. Here it is everyone I Think I’m In Love by (Y/N).“ Ryan says and then starts to play my song.
When it’s finally all over I head over to Nash’s apartment cause we’re supposed to have lunch together today. I pull up and walk right in cause I can. I knock on his bedroom door and hear a faint "Come in” from him. I push open the door and I’m greeted by a very well dressed Nash with some roses.
“What’s this for?” I asked looking him up and down.
“It’s roses for your amazing song from your amazing boyfriend.” Nash says handing me the roses and hugs me. I hug him back without trying to squish the flowers.
“I love you.” I say and then lean into kiss him.
“I love you too.” Nash mumbles before smashing his lips into mind.
Wow is all I can think. Every time we touch it’s like ten million fireworks are going off. I love how he can make me feel. It’s just something that I can’t get enough of. I love any contact I have with him. Either it’s hugging or kissing or maybe even something more…

*You should actually check out that song though. It’s really cute.*

vernonspunk-deactivated20161120  asked:

Hi!!!! Can you please write a cute date with joshua? :D

I definitely can!

The door bell rings and before either of your parents can answer your rush to it. You quickly straighten your dress before answering the door. 

“Hello!” you say, your voice high and excited. Joshua looks at you for a moment his eyes taking you in. His gaze isn’t predatory, but it makes your heart pound. He looks into your eyes, his own filled with awe before he breaks into a beautiful smile. 

“Wow, you look- beautiful!” he breathes. You can’t help but feel yourself grin. 

“Thank you,” you saw sweetly. “Let’s go!” you grabbed his hand and quickly waved to your parents, saying “I love you” and “Goodbye” and “I’ll be back before dinner!” before shutting the door. You stood on the porch now, your hand still holding his. Joshua glances down and his cheeks quickly turn a soft pink. You giggle softly and hold his hand a little tighter. His fingers gently entwine with yours and you can’t help but smile wider.

“Where do you want to go first?” you chirp. 

“I-” he coughs, clearing his throat. “I, um, was thinking maybe ice cream since it’s so hot outside,” he offers quietly. You flash him your pearly teeth again.

“That sounds great!”

~ * ~

Walking out of the ice cream shop, you slowly lick at your scoop of rocky road. Joshua nursed his chocolate chip mint and you both paused on the side walk, not sure what to do next.

“Well, um, what about a walk? In the park? There is that park just a block down the road from here,” Joshua suggests, his usually soft, sweet voice a little more steady now. 

“I think that would be amazing. It’s a perfect day for a walk,” you agree, your smile showing itself yet again. You began to walk side by side when you felt his fingers entwine with yours again. You didn’t say anything, but responded with a squeeze back. Your smile was practically permanent on your lips now, with your cheeks red and your stomach swimming with butterflies. 

In the park the two of you walked in comfortable silence, enjoying the scenery as your fingers remained laced. You walk for a good 15 minutes, chatting occasionally before taking up residence on a close by bench. 

“It’s so beautiful, I’d never been in this park before,” you mention lightly. Joshua looks at you wide eyed.

“Really? I practically lived here during my trainee days! I loved- love it out here. Always green and lush, the temperature perfect. It was amazing to sit out on the grass and play my guitar, my mind drifting away with the wind,” he tells you, his voice gentle and happy. You can’t help but giggle. He looks at you with wide eyes.

“What? Was that too cheesy? I’m sorry, I tend to get carried away and-” he started to apologize before you softly cut him off.

“No, no, I like hearing about it. It’s just so cute to hear you talk about these things. I love the way your eyes light up and you get that happy, relaxed look. It’s really nice,” your explain, your voice soft and sincere, a small smile donning your lips. Joshua’s lips part.

“I- thank you.” 

You squeeze his hand in response, making his heart skip a beat. 

You both continue to sit there, discussing just the simple things of life, going from your schedule to favorite and most hated foods, to funniest childhood story (which happened to grace you with Joshua’s adorable and absolutely beautiful laugh). Your phone buzzed and apologizing, you pulled it ouy. It was a text from your mom telling you to come home soon for dinner. You gave a heavy sigh and looked up at Joshua whose features danced with curiosity. 

“My mom wants me to come home, dinner is soon,” you sighed, discontented. Joshua’s face fell and he let out a sad “Oh.” You nodded and felt your shoulders slump, you would have gladly spent the whole rest of the day in the park with him.

“Hey,” Joshua said, his thumb stroking your hand. “I’ll take you home and then we can maybe plan our next date… maybe?” he said hesitantly. You smiled and nodded quickly. 


~ * ~ 

Standing on your porch again, the sky beginning to turn orange, you shyly looked at Joshua. 

“Thanks for the date, it was- amazing. Really,” you admitted. His lips broke into a full faced grin. 

“Really really?” he asked. You laughed.

“Yes, really really.”      

“Then how about another one? On Saturday? I heard the aquarium has a new sting ray tank,” he throws out, his voice slightly hesitant. You pretend to mull it over, watching his face slowly begin to fall before responding.  

“I’d love too! I absolutely love the aquarium! And honestly… I really wouldn’t mind where as long as we were going on another date,” you murmured the last part, causing him huff out a breath of relief. Both your hearts beat in your chest erratically.

“Alright, until then. I’ll text you, okay? Bye bye,” he said tenderly, his voice filled with soft content.

You gave another small smile, watching him walk off your porch and turned around to open your door, your heart a little sad that nothing else happened, but still thrilled about your next date.

“Wait,” your heard him call out. You turned just in time to have him plant a sweet kiss your cheek. He walked backwards off your porch again, a brilliant grin on his face.

“I’ll text you, I promise!” he called. You smiled, your cheeks flushed, giving him a final wave before opening your door. Slipping in you shut the door behind you, leaning against it heavily. You let out a huge breath, your cheeks still red and your heart lighter than a feather. Your mom popped out of the kitchen, her hands donned by oven mitts and a spatula.   

“How was your date, dear?”

You grin, “Great, Mom, really great.” 

I hope that just filled you to the brim with fluff! I can’t believe I’m cranking these out so fast! I usually never write this fast- or this many! You better love me for this. ಠ_ಠ Just kidding, I love you guys. (◡‿◡✿) Thanks for reading my stuff!



jamespttr  asked:

hey, so you make some great gifs and i was wondering if you could make one of all the times francis' hair is just perfect. like the bed scene in 1x08 and the lake scene in 1x04. and the caption would be something like francis + hair porn. seriously, they need to cut his hair. ever since 1x12, it hasn't been the same.

I know this is a real tragedy….

I made a few screencaps to express my feelings (my new hobby yes)

When life was amazing and Francis’s hair was a perfect field of gold curls:

And then….SOMETHING happened:

Taking Every Chance I've Got

Title: Taking Every Chance I’ve got
Author: kaleidanscope & northerndanpour
Artist: goindanswingin (check it out HERE and HERE omg im dYING PLS)
Beta: phantasticalities
Word count: 30085
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Blood, sex, references to violence, alcohol mentions (briefly) and overly sarcastic dialogue
Summary: All Dan wanted was to get drunk, really. Have a good time, meet a few new people. He didn’t really think about getting involved with someone as dangerous as Phil Lester (someone as cold, as pale and, well, as not alive), and he definitely didn’t think that one trip out to a bar would change his life forever.
Author’s Notes: heY LOOK CHLOE AND I DID A THING LOVE US!! also we wanna say a huge thank u to the pbb mods bc we’ve both made 2 rlly amazing friends through this and omg yes we hope you enjoy the fic as much as we four have!!