but i hope that will just be a fling

Sooooo . . . . magic

I have been magic-ing my ass off this year, and I’ve made some observations. Most of these are for me, but you might be able to relate.

  • Sometimes you have to ask the question differently to get what you want.
  • Sometimes you have to settle for a tad less than what you want.
  • Sometimes you have to ask multiple times.
  • Did you know that impatience has an energy? Me neither. At least, I had never thought about it.
  • The Universe doesn’t actually like hearing you whine and will attempt to shut you up … that may just be me.
  • I’ve made several attempts to stop magic with telepathy and … no.
  • I’ve made attempts at performing magic with telepathy and yes.
  • Magic people can “smell” other magic people. The more magic you do the more fragrant you are. People also assume that you’re powerful as opposed to … .really busy.
  • The entities will laugh at you and go tell other entities … it’s fucking high school all over again.
  • Humans can be familiars and that’s weird.
  • If your spell fails, ffs just do it again. Spilled milk, man. We all have off days.
  • It’s not that big of a deal.
  • Always attempt to have a reversal spell on hand because … . reasons.
  • By reversal, I mean have a spell on hand that will cause the opposite result … not necessarily an actual reversal spell … per se.
  • Doing magic to fix magic is as much funny-haha as it is funny-oh-no.
  • Different people react differently to the same spell. If you’re flinging magic at people, you may want to keep that in mind.
  • You can randomly end up with astral pets, and pet thoughtforms. They’re yours be nice to them. They have feelings.

I’m hoping my next year is just as magical, if not more so. I’m looking forward to it. It’s important to look forward to things.

I never believed in love at first sight but for some reason, I felt something different when we first met. The more I got to know you, the more my feelings intensified. And when you smiled, I knew that I was in trouble.
—  I just hope that you’ll let me fall in your arms
Another 100 Random RP Starters

- does include some swearing; feel free to edit when sending in an ask to fit character’s speech

  • “No. No, no, no. Don’t you dare try to pin the blame on me.”
  • “Did you even bother to think about the consequences?”
  • “Listen here you useless paperclip!”
  • “Meerkats are murderous little bastards.”
  • “For the record, I hate everything.”
  • “Do you even remember me?”
  • “Did you know the guy who wrote Sherlock Holmes may have killed a man?”
  • “I’m going to join NASA and fling myself into the sun.”
  • “I hope you know what you’re getting into.”
  • “Please don’t. Just… don’t.”

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How NCT 127 would cuddle you

MASTERLIST

Anon: how nct 127 cuddle…?

This was so cute to write!! It made my heart flutter tbh! I hope you like it! TBH, I was going to post this another day, but this was way too cute and I just needed to post it omg. I need someone to gush with right now lmao !

Taeil:

Cuddles were usually done whenever either one of you were tired. I don’t see Taeil being very affectionate usually, but if ever he was tired, or vice versa, he’d be very very very cuddly and clingy. He’d fall into your lap after practice rubbing his face on your legs and humming quietly. If you were tired, you’d basically fling yourself onto him, whilst he was lying on your bed reading or something, and he’d play with your hair and whisper into your ear.


Johnny:

Usually, in your relationship, Johnny would be the dominating one; he’d want to protect you at all costs and treating you delicately like a princess. But there’d definitely be moments, where he’d love you looking and caring after him instead. Never in public, he couldn’t let anyone see him being sensitive and soft - God no! He’d like it when you left him lie on top of you, his head on your chest, as your played with his hair and rubbed his back. Melting into your touch, he’d allow himself to be utterly looked after and fussed over.


Taeyong:

Taeyong would be a cuddler in the first place - it’d be his favourite way of expressing his love for you. Anyway and anytime, he’d always have his arms around you. But there’d be times where Taeyong would get super emotional and sensitive and would grab you in his embrace, nuzzling his head into your neck and muttering about how how he loved you and that he didn’t want you to leave. It wouldn’t be often, but they’d definitely be a very emotional and long hug.


Yuta:

Yuta would always have his hands on you in some way, no matter where you were or who you were with. He’d always greet you with a hug, a big flamboyant one and he’d grin widely whenever he saw you. The other boys would cringe and mock his romanticism and imitate him all the time. He wouldn’t care though, and roll his eyes, burying his face into your neck and telling you ignore them.


Doyoung:

Cuddling would basically be part of your daily routine. Both of you would always make time for it, no matter how busy his schedule was or how much work you had to do. It’d be your time to just talk and be peaceful and just enjoy each other’s company. You’d sit, with your legs over his lap, head in the crook of his neck, and Doyoung would let his arms hold you tightly and sweetly. You’d talk about anything and everything; sometimes you wouldn’t have much to talk about so would just sit in silence; but it’d never be awkward, it could never be with Doyoung.


Jaehyun:

Cuddles would always be playful and teasing with Jaehyun. During the day or out in public, he’d stick to just holding your hand or pecking your cheek in terms of skinship. But in private, and before bed, he’d be cuddling you so tight. He’d start by kissing your neck and brushing his hands over your side, which would make you giggle and laugh at the feeling. The pair of you would end up laughing and crying in bed by the end of it.


WinWin:

Like Taeyong, cuddling would never be unusual or rare with WinWin. He’d always like hugging you, the only type of skinship he was actually okay doing with you around his members. It’d be normal for one of you to go up to the other, and open your arms suggesting you want a hug. The other would just drop what they were doing, and welcome them into their arms. No words would have to be exchanged. Hugs would always be tight and warm, majority of the time, done in silence too.


Mark:

Mark wouldn’t exactly be that affectionate in your relationship, and quickly you learned to accept this and not to expect much affection, physically, from him. But that doesn’t mean it’d never happen. Sometimes, a cuddle was just what he’d need and he’d squeeze you tightly in his arms kissing your cheek multiple times. Since he wasn’t used to it though, he’d get hot very quickly and would separate himself from you, resorting to just lying beside you and holding your hand instead.


Haechan:

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Cuddling with Haechan would be similar to cuddling with Jaehyun - they were never serious or quiet cuddles. And they wouldn’t start like most people would think. Your relationship would already be a very playful one as it is, so of course cuddling would be the same. It’d start off with Haechan literally hitting you hard in the face with a pillow, and eventually leading to a pillow fight, and then would end up with you two breathing heavily as you slumped against his chest, his arms wrapped loosely around you.

Tainted Love (part 1)

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Lance x Reader

Warnings: probably swearing

A/N: Don’t hate me but I deleted ‘Long Way To Go’. I’m sosososososososososososososososo sorry BUT here’s this new Lance AU. I really hope you guys like it :) Also, I know I say this every time but if there are any mistakes, I shall fix it when I wake up (I really need to stop staying up late lol).


Growing up, you always wondered who your soulmate was and when you’d meet him. You wondered if he was brunette or blonde; a red head maybe? If he had blue eyes or brown eyes; maybe gray or hazel?

Was he tall or short? Did he have the most perfect smile ever? Was he nice?

So many questions ran through your head as a kid. Either way, you couldn’t wait until the day you got to meet your soulmate. Your parents always wondered when you‘d meet him. Your older sister already had, they’re married now. Your friend since college, Hope, had recently (finally) got together with her soulmate, Ben. Even your youngest sister had already met her soulmate. Now they were waiting on you and at age 28, you still held onto the little hope that you’d meet him.

It was a long 28 years of your life and your soulmate had put you through hell and back. From bruises and scrapes here and there to breaking your arm and leg.

And let’s not forget the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced because of him; that god forsaken tattoo just above your lady parts.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon. Everyone was off doing their own thing which left you at home by yourself. You were just watching some movie, relaxing on your couch when you felt a horrible sensation on your lower abdomen and it was getting worse by the second. It felt like someone was stabbing you, more like carving you and you wondered if your soulmate was alright.

Going into the bathroom, you pull down your sweatpants and remove your shirt, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. You hold onto the wall for support, the pain increasing as it got closer to your womanhood. You look into the mirror and see what seems to be a drawing?

Then it dawned on you; that motherfucker is getting a tattoo.

It was the worst 3 to 4 hours of your life.

The idiot tattooed fucking gold medal on him. Why the fuck would he get a tattoo of a gold medal? And somewhere so painful? Needless to say you hated getting undressed. Sex too. And forget about bikini’s.

God, how you wished you knew who your soulmate was so that you could properly kick his ass.

You tried contacting him a couple of times when you were 17. You wrote on your hand with pen, knowing it would also appear on his hand as well. You wrote a simple ‘hello, this is your soulmate.’ followed by a little smiley face. He responded with a ‘fuck off’.

You also knew that he was very sexually active. You loathed the mornings you’d wake up and find several hickeys on your neck. Oh, how you wanted to pummel him to the ground.

Even though you wanted to give him a piece of your mind, you always found yourself caring a bit too much for your soulmate, despite all the shit he’s put you through.

“Get your cock sucking ass in the car, you’re coming with me.” Hope placed her hands on her hips as she glared at you.

“No thank you, I’m fine staying home.” you respond, leaning against the doorframe.

Hope groans. “Can you stop being an asshole for two seconds and come with me to the gym? The new team coordinator is coming by and you’re really fucking nice so you’ll make me look good.”

You let out a sigh. “Fine. But only because you’re shit on your own.”

Hope smiles and you quickly put on your shoes, slipping your phone into your back pocket. The two of you retreat back to her car and you slide into the backseat, being met with some teen.

He smirks at you. “Hey.”

You turn to Hope. “Who’s this asshole?”

“Oh that’s just Maggie’s fling for the week. ” she brushes it aside and you roll your eyes.

“I really like him.” Maggie turns to you with a sweet smile from the passenger seat.

“He’s got to go.” you say, looking at the guy.

“What?”

“Go, get out.” you nod your head but he doesn’t move. “Don’t make me get out of this car and drag you out.”

The teen’s eyes widen and he grabs his backpack before getting out of the car at which time, Hope starts driving.

“What the fuck was that for?” she glanced at you through the rearview mirror.

“She needs to be on her A game and that little shit would’ve distracted her.”

Hope pursed her lips but didn’t say anything more on the matter.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot.” she spoke, grabbing a cup from the cup holder. “I want that down the hatch before we get to the gym.”

You watch Maggie take the cup from her, noticing it held a greenish liquid and snatched it from her.

“Y/N, what the fuck.” Hope let out a frustrated sigh.

“What’s in here Hope?” you shake the cup around.

“Healthy shit.”

“Like what?”

“Like orange juice and bananas and.. Weed.” her voice got lower towards the end, hoping you wouldn’t hear her.

“Weed?! Are you fucking kidding me Hope? The new team coordinator is coming over and you want Maggie stoned?” you scoff.

“She needs to live a little.” Hope waves her hand at you.

You roll your eyes and roll down the window, throwing the cup.

“What’s wrong with you!” Hope nearly screeched.

“She’s not going to that gym stoned, Hope.”

Hope groans loudly. “Ugh, you’re no fun.”


The three of you walk into the gym upon Ben telling you that the new team coordinator was already there and once Hope sees him, she becomes tense.

The tall man rips his earphone out of his ear and turn around, a smirk playing at his lips. “Well, well, well. Hope Ann Greggory. You’re an hour and three minutes late.”

“What the fuck are you doing here, Lance Tucker?” she barely looked him in the eyes but it was clear that she was annoyed to see him.

Lance Tucker? Hope told you about Lance, mostly about how much of an asshole he was and how much she hated him. Lance was a gymnast as well but you didn’t care for gymnastics much so when Hope would rant about him or gymnastics, you wouldn’t pay attention. You didn’t know a thing about Lance Tucker, only that he was, as Hope says, an asshat.

“Team coordinator.” he responds, holding out what looked to be an I.D.

Hope scoffs. “They offered me that job. I said fuck no.”

Lance lets out a laugh. “That’s bullshit.”

“Your face is bullshit.”

“Something looks different about you. Oh,” he then chuckles. “I know, you got old.”

“Your limp dick disease must be affecting your eye vision.” she snapped but before their insults could go any further, Ben stopped it, asking what Maggie’s first set was to which Hope said bars, still glaring at Lance.

Lance on the other hand took this time to glance around the room before his eyes landed on you. “Oh hi, I’m Lance Tucker.” and suddenly he wasn’t the asshole from ten seconds ago.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” you respond. Lance stretches his hand out to you and you shake it, the both of you immediately pulling away when you feel a shock.

“Don’t fall for his nice guy image he’s putting on Y/N. The guys’ still a dick brain.” Hope rolled her eyes at Lance but he was too busy staring at the hand you had touched.

It was as if time had stopped and all Lance could do was look at you. Why had he felt a shock when the two of you shook hands? Did you feel it too? All too soon, Lance was snapped out of his trance.

“Asshole, you gonna watch Maggie or are you gonna keep staring at my friend with your hand in your pants?” Hope questioned, still slightly annoyed.

“Uh, yeah.” he cleared his throat, looking at you once more before turning to Maggie.


A/N: Just go with the flow, alright? I’m so excited for this one. I’ve been writing this for 3 hours, tell me what ya think!

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4

It’s exciting that George Martin is still writing the books, you know. That we don’t know what’s gonna happen. That’s very exciting for the audience, for the people making it, for the actors. It does affect what you’re doing in that you can’t really play the endgame because you don’t really know what it is.

Im so in love with you // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Shawn accidentally tells Y/N he loves her

Requested: yeeees

Authors note:


“SHAWN move it, the movie’s starting,” I yell, the sound echoing around our small, shared apartment.

“I’m coming women, calm it down,” Shawn calls back from the kitchen, emerging seconds later with two cans of coke in his grasp.

“Ooh yes please,” I reach for the drink and Shawn cheekily moves his hand out of my range. I glare at him as he chuckles, flopping himself down on the couch next to me. Immediately I crawl across onto his lap, sprawling my body across his and making myself at home.

“Comfy there?” Shawn asks, popping the lid to each can, handing me mine. 

“Defiantly,” I reply, resting my head on his shoulder. He presses a kiss to the top of my head, his arm sneaking around my back to lay on my hip, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“I chose It’s a boy girl thing, hope you don’t mind,” I mumble, intently starring at the screen.

“It’s fine, as long as you like it,” Shawn murmurs back, taking a sip of his drink.


15 minutes later we’re both chuckling at the romantic comedy. 

“That reminds me,” I say right after a funny moment, turning my gaze on Shawn. “Someone said a really funny joke in class today and I have to tell you,”

“Shoot,” Shawn says, gaze falling on me, the movie forgotten in the background as we both get absorbed in each other and the topic.

“Right so, whats the difference- th-the… difference,” I start laughing, unable to control the giggles spilling out of my mouth.

“Y/n,” Shawn whines, pulling me closer to him as I wheeze with laughter. 

“Sorry,” I gasp, finally managing to calm down. “What’s the difference between roast beef and pea soup?” 

We stare at each other, the movie filling the silence. I raise my eyebrows at him, waiting for the answer and he rolls his eyes.

“What is the difference Y/n?” He asks, a grin escaping onto his face.

“You can roast beef but you can’t pea soup,” I grin, waiting for him to start laughing. Instead, we just end up starring at each other again, me looking hopeful at him and Shawn starring blankly back.

“That was the worst joke I’ve ever heard in my life,” 

“You’re the worst thing I’ve heard of in my life,” 

Shawn laughs, squeezing my side gently making me squirm in his grip.

“Take that back right now,”  Shawn demands, squeezing my hip again.

“Make me,” I argue, laughing at his touch.

“You asked for it,” With that he flings me underneath him, quickly covering my body with his as he straddles me and begins tickling my sides.

“NO, Shawn!” I laugh, or more like cackle at his merciless attack.

“Say Shawn is the best thing to happen to me in my life,” he says, trying to look stern but the grin on his face does the opposite.

“My mum told me to never lie,” I tease back as his tickling ceases for a second.

“You little,” His hands resume and I gasp, trying to get air into my lungs as I laugh.

“Okay, I’m joking, I’m joking,” 

“Say it!” He laughs, watching me wriggle, trying to get out of his embrace.

“Shawn is the best thing to ever happen to me,” I cry, laughing hard.

“Damn I right I am,” he laughs, stopping his attack.

“Damn right you are,” I giggle, reaching up to kiss his cheek swiftly.

“God I’m so in love you,”

I freeze, eyes snapping to meet his alarmed ones. Redness quickly begins to creep onto his cheeks and he clears his throat awkwardly. 

“I, um,” Shawn avoids my eyes.

“Did you just say I love you?” I ask, just in case I heard wrong.

“I… yeah,” He mumbles, pulling himself off me and sitting up. “I didn’t mean to, it just kind of slipped out,” He tries to justify.

“Was not expecting that,” I try to joke but Shawn still isn’t meeting my eyes. My gaze softens, noticing how much those three words have effected him.

“Hey,” I say softly, running my hand across his back in soft comforting movements.

“I’m sorry if I ruined everything,” He says, meeting my eyes briefly.

“It’s fi-”

“Honestly, before I could even think I was just saying it,”

“Shawn its-”

“I know we’ve only been dating for a couple weeks but we were friends for quite a while beforehand so its understandable for me to feel this way about you-”

“Shawn I love you too,” I almost scream, frustrated that he wasn’t listening.

“You do?” his whole face lights up at my words.

“Of course I do, you’re the best thing to happen to me remember?” I smirk, creeping closer to his body.

“Mmhm, that’s true,” and he’s back to himself, the nervous Shawn gone in a blink of an eye. “I love you,” Shawn smiles, my heartbeat going a million miles a minute, then presses his lips upon mine.

Would You Rather...

“Thank you so much for doing this for me, Y/N! Rather have some company on my way to work than drive alone.”

She’s settling herself into the passenger’s seat when James beams at her, his expression excited as he helps her with the seatbelt.

“Seatbelt’s a bit tricky here ehh! But anytime, anytime.”

She’s watched tons of these carpool karaoke skits, each with an inspiring artist sitting on the spot she’s so lucky to be in now. She’s been excited about this ever since she got the call, the fact that James had moved his show out to LA making it easier for her to confirm. The both of them went over where the cameras were located before filming started, and when she asked what tracks they’d be karaok-ing to or what questions he’ll be asking, he just would not spill. So that makes her just a tad nervous if she’s being honest.

But she knows, or at least hopes, that any real bad uh-oh’s will be edited out for her sake.

So no, it’s not unexpected at all when the first track that pops up is her latest single, and right off the bat they’re belting out the lyrics and having a grand time.

With breaks for questions between songs, James is sure to ask about the new unreleased album, commenting and complementing her on the sound.

When they come to a red light at the corner of the street and they’re spotted by fans who begin to ask for pictures and autographs, Y/N has to look apologetically at James, giving him a desperate look before softly saying she’ll be quick.

She takes a bit of time to hug and sign whatever items are being shoved at her, taking an occasional picture before she waves James over to join her. And he can’t quiet say no. A lot of celebrities don’t normally do this, they’d rather keep their head low and pace fast, but seeing Y/N’s interactions with her fans has him putting the car in park and joining her for group photos.

Eventually they make their way back into the vehicle and on the road again.

She apologies endlessly about having him stop, but he assures her it’s okay, that they should probably continue with what they were doing since she’s on a tight schedule.

“I think you’re gonna like this next one. Little bird told me you’re a big fan.”

And Y/N’s sure her eyes light up instantly the second Harry’s verse comes up, but she doesn’t care, she’s singing and smiling and James is doing it, too. When the song comes to an end she can’t wipe the smile off her face, and James sure does take a notice to that.

“Great song that was wasn’t it?”

Y/N can only nod in agreement.

“They’re great guys, too. Really are.”

“I bet they are lovely people.”

“You’ve never met them?”

“Oh I wish, but no unfortunately I haven’t.”

“Oh you lot would get on well. You sort of remind me of Harry in how you are with your fans.”

“Really now? I can only hope I’m half as generous. I admire him for that.”

A smirk plays on his lips now, eyes on the road but still taking notice to your words.

“Okay so I heard you absolutely hate answering these.” And James cannot hide the devious smile that’s made its way into his face.

“Oh no! I should have really asked for the itinerary on this interview.”

James can’t help but laugh.

“Okay so would you rather-”

Just by the sound of those words, Y/N knows she gonna wanna fling herself out of the car. And she’s not subtle about the fact that she detests the scenarios the questions bring by the way she bring her hand to her forehead and grunts.

“-would you rather open for Madonna, or run into Harry Styles and make a fool of yourself?”

“I hope Madonna doesn’t hold this against me, and I hope Harry Styles won’t laugh when I fall face first in front of him. I’d rather run into Harry and make a fool of myself.”

“Well that didn’t take long! Why on earth would you pick making a fool of yourself over opening for Madonna??” But James isn’t really surprised much.

“I did answer that too quickly didn’t I? And I dunno, there’s just something about Harry that I think it’d be nice to have a conversation with him, after I apologise for falling down.”

“Wait, you’re the one on the floor and YOU’LL be apologising to HIM??”

“I don’t know!! It’s the polite think to do.”

“You really are something else. But I guess it makes sense you pick Harry. He’s a great guy. Good heart, great looking too don’t you think?”

“He’s handsome, yes!” Y/N starts to gush.

And the way she begins to describe him is like she’s talking about him to her friends. She goes on and on about how nice he must be and how she’s heard nothing but good things. She tells James how she’s looked up to him as a human being since before she got big in the music industry.

“I think he’s just great all around!”

“But you haven’t even met him.” James is sure to dig at this topic, eager to hear what more she has to say about the heartthrob.

“Well I’ve heard loads of stories about how down to earth he is. And I know this sounds crazy, and you probably won’t believe me, but for some reason it’s like I do know him. Or at least like I’ve met him in another life.”

James can’t ignore the glint in her eye as she talked about him, a tone in her voice so sincere he can believe her when she says she feels like she’s met him before. And the way James is looking at her, not in any type of way like he thinks she’s completely bonkers, makes her blush.

“Oh god. James tell me you’ll edit all that out! I will kill you if that airs!”

“Oí, now my life is at stake if I don’t!”

***

When Y/N wakes up to the abnormal ringing from her phone, she doesn’t think much of it. She reaches a hand out and silences the device, not bothering to even glance at the screen. But then the buzzing begins, and she wouldn’t have been bothered if not for the fact that it won’t settle down.

All she really wants to do is sleep. She’s been doing promo non stop for the new album that she’s been looking forward to this day, her schedule clear, the only thing to do for the day is sleep. But seeing as it doesn’t look like she’s gonna get much rest with her phone buzzing like crazy,(and she would turn it off if she hadn’t put an alarm to catch the episode of Carpool Karaoke that she starred in), she reaches over for her phone, the notifications being replaced by the second with new ones.

Her eyes skim her mentions on Twitter, and oh god why!! She just wants to bury herself underneath the blankets and stay there forever. It was one thing to admire Harry Styles, but for the world to know…for Harry to know. She’s never even had a conversation with the guy and now he’s probably gonna think she’s a crazed fan.

She should really call James up and give him an ear full, but it’s out there and no amount of words she yells his way are going to change that. So she turns off her phone instead, now more than ever she needs to take the time to relax and think of how she’s going to avoid ever meeting Harry Styles.

***

Y/N doesn’t much get the chance to go out by herself, whether it be out for a jog or out for a bite, she usually has someone tag along with her. But she’s been feeling the need to have lunch by herself, and enjoy her own company. So when she arrives at the restaurant and sees a swarm of paparazzi across the street, she takes note to maintain her head low and make her way inside as quick as possible, but not once does it cross her mind as to why the irregular amount of photographers. That is until her shoulder clashes with a body too strong to ignore with out looking up to apologise to.

And she opens her mouth, but the words “sorry” don’t seem to come out, they get caught in her throat instead.

“Sorry, M'sorry ‘bout tha’, love.” And he reaches out to touch her shoulder, his hand warm on her skin. But she stays quiet still, a smile on her face.

She offer a smile to say it’s okay, she’s fine, and she’s ready to walk away before Harry calls after her, making her turn around to look at him.

And wow he’s tall. And she’s pictured meeting him a dozen times, but in her mind the situation’s always been hectic, never this casual.

“'Ello.” He gives a small wave, and takes the few steps forward to meet her. He stands hunched in front of her, his arms open at the last few strides, and with out a second thought, he’s engulfing her into a hug, his arms around her waist and his chin set on her shoulder. She can’t do much other than wrap her arms around his neck to welcome his hug. His body is warm on hers, a hug so tight she can’t remember the last time she shared a hug this amazing with anyone.

And Harry knows he’s testing his limits. It’s their first encounter and he’s hugging her like they’ve known each other for ages, but like it might be the only time he ever gets to have his arms around her. So he lingers a bit, smiling into her hair, and he’s glad to feel her relax into him, feel the air leaving her lips on his collarbone as she buries her face into his neck.

Y/N is screaming at herself inside her head. Why is she still not saying anything. She really hopes she doesn’t think she’s being rude, it’s just that she’s completely star struck. But he doesn’t seem bothered or phased by it. Instead he takes it upon himself to make conversation as he smiles down at her.

“Watched ye’ with James the other day.”

And she still doesn’t know what to say, only this time the embarrassment escalates with the addition of her cheeks burning, and she can only imagine how flushed she must look.

Harry only smiles at her reaction, proud at himself for that, but he won’t admit to it. The only reason why James had even brought him up during their ride was because Harry had mentioned Y/N once…maybe twice..or more. And yeah he’d never had a proper conversation with her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to meet her. He’d heard amazing things about her, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t watch her in interviews often. So yeah, Harry feels accomplished at the fact that he can make her blush.

“M'honoured tha’ ye’ look up t'me. And that you picked me over Madonna.” He chuckles, giving her a half smirk. Is he trying to make her uncomfortable? She smiles anyway, nodding in shame and averting her eyes to the ground.

“I’d probably be too nervous to open for her anyway.”

“Woah, she talks.” This time a laugh.

And if he felt accomplished before, hearing her laugh makes it even better.

“Was g'na have some lunch on my own. Would rather ye’ join me. Up fo’ it?”

“Would love that, yes.”

So he leads her to a table, his palm on her lower back. And like the gentleman he is, he pulls out her chair for her and then sits directly in front of her.

“For what it’s worth, I’d asked James to cut out the bit where I went on about you.”

“Wha’? Oh tha’ hurts.”

“Oh no no, I just didn’t want that to be a thing.”

“S'okay m'just messin’ with ye’.”

“Oh ha-ha make fun of me. But at least give me credit for not falling face first!”

And Harry laughs at that.

And through out lunch he laughs at all her jokes, and she laughs at his. And he realises he quite enjoys her laugh, and her company. It feels so genuine. And he must admit it’s quite hard to make friends now a days, he usually only frequently hangs out with people he already knows. But he finds himself wanting to go out with Y/N more.

So when lunch is over and they’re getting ready to split ways, he offers her his number and promises to pick up whenever she calls.

Since the Oscars are on Sunday and one of the internet’s boyfriends Ryan Gosling is nominated (but won’t win), I thought I’d update this post here on the lowkey cuteness of Baby Goose’s relationship with his lady of over five six years, Eva Mendes.

As I said before, this is mostly because folks like to pretend, 5+ years and two kids later, that his relationship with Miss Eva is just a fling, or he’s been “trapped” and some go as far as to hope, yes, HOPE, that he will cheat on his gal with Emma Stone or Rachel McAdams or whomever. So since I don’t see this level of disrespect stopping Sunday night or ever, I thought I’d give some love to Ryan’s actual lady love, whether she shows up with him at the Oscars or not (PLEASE SHOW UP, EVA). They are actual low key couple goals.

1. Ryan basically insisted on Eva for the role of his ex in The Place Beyond the Pines, saying Eva, at the time a casual acquaintance/friend of several years and mutual friend of his former co-star Kirsten Dunst, was underrated as an actress. Soon, he took her to Disney and it was on. They both would later say it was one of the best experiences they had on a film.

2. …he clearly was playing the long game on that set, LOOK AT HIS FACE 

Look at him, even when she wasn’t looking, boy was smitten 

3. He took his shot with an admirable quickness

Real quick. And the rest was history.

4. HEIGHT DIFFERENCE AND THE SMILING

5. No, really, she’s little. Standing on a big step in heels and yet still small

THEY’RE CUTE, OKAY. YOU LOVE THIS KIND OF SHIT, TUMBLR.

6. AND THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER WHEN SHE’S NOT LOOKING

7. Here’s Ellen getting Eva all blushing and giggling talking about Ryan

Eva’s also hella adorable and hilarious on her own, but I digress.

8. Ryan’s SNL shout out 

9. People trying to act like he’s not in a relationship? Ryan had an app for that

“I know that I’m with the person I’m supposed to be with,” he says, adding that the only quality he looks for in a woman is “that she’s Eva Mendes. There’s nothing else I’m looking for.”

10.  Both dog lovers, Ryan wears Eva’s late dog’s tag on his neck at an event

She also reps his dog on her instagram 

11. They share the same sense of humor, and are both huge fans of Atlanta and Broad City (Eva follows the BC girls on insta, and Ryan would quote BC on twitter. Constantly).

12. Ryan on Eva and their kids:

“…it’s like a dream that I’m having right now. I’m dreaming it all. So I feel so lucky…There was nothing kind of premeditated about it, you know. It just suddenly was: My life had changed. And thank God it did.”

And this, as he continues to say a lot with so little

“It sounds so clichéd, but I never knew that life could be this fun and this great.”

Aaaaand

When I ask him if he gets lonely, he says: “Not any more.”

Why not? “Because I have a family.” That takes it away? “Mmm-hmm.” But you’ve felt loneliness before? “In my life? Yeah.” When? Why? “I think, before I had a family.”

Ryan also appears to be close with Eva’s sister Janet.

13. Eva wears his clothes.

14. He gave her an emerald ring after the birth of their daughter Esmeralda. The Spanish word for emerald is…Esmeralda.

Eva has also spoken of how they play a lot of Latin music in their home and their insistence on keeping Eva’s culture in their daughters’ lives.

15. Ryan has engaged in a turf war with his daughter against other kids over Eva and Esmeralda’s “honor:”

“Some kid has been erasing [Esmeralda’s] name and writing their name over it. So now I’m in a proper tagging battle. And this kid has access to an unfair amount of chalk. I’m trying to explain to my little girl that this is [unacceptable]. She doesn’t care. She’s like, ‘Well let’s just chalk anywhere else,’ and I’m like, ‘No, no. They’re disrespecting your mother. Because, she gave you this name and they’re erasing it.’ You’ve got to be careful when you’re trying to teach your kid what a reasonable amount of vengeance is.” 

He appears to be very protective of Eva in general, even defending her over a bad joke she made about sweatpants.

16. Ryan constantly gives Eva her due, even when she doesn’t like it:

[’On the making of his directorial debut Lost River] “She hates credit and she’ll even be mad that I’m giving her that credit. But she was very helpful in so many ways.”

And he shared how she was responsible for one of the best lines out of La La Land:

“’LA worships everything and values nothing.’ That was something my lady said to me one day and I thought it was so funny I asked her if I could put it in the movie. She was kidding, but it’s a funny thing to say… I loved when she said it, because it’s funny enough to have some truth to it, you know? But it’s obviously a joke, so it just seemed appropriate for the movie.”

17. This adorable pic, taken at Ryan’s childhood home in Canada:

18. Possible ring situation happening here? How private they are compared to other celebrities, we’ll never know!

19. He really loves his family:

Are you rich, I ask him, halfway through our interview.

“What do you mean?” Gosling asks.

I’m not sure the question needs elaboration, but OK: do you consider yourself rich? Do you feel rich?

He pauses. “I mean, I live with angels,” he says eventually. “So. You know.”

What do you mean, you “live with angels”?

“My daughters” (Gosling has two children, a two-year-old and a nine-month-old) “My girl.” (The actress Eva Mendes, Gosling’s partner, the mother of his children.) “I don’t need anything else.”

20. And, of course, Ryan’s Golden Globes speech, where he acknowledges Eva’s silent, hard work behind the scenes, and honors her late brother:

So that’s it for this long-ass, long-winded post! That’s the last time I’m doing something like this!

Good luck at the Oscars, Ryan, you won’t win but hopefully you’ll have a good night! And hopefully with Eva! Never break up, ya crazy kids!

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could we get some shiro hc for when he's proposing to his s/o?? like what he's feeling, how he'll do it etc some fluffy feels are much appreciated

I’m crying rn bc I got to imagine Shiro proposing, thank you so much for this gift! Also, this is quite long because Shiro has a master plan and it involves everyone.

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After they get married, at least 30% of Victor’s romantic gestures are done purely out of spite. Don’t get me wrong, Victor’s an affectionate person anyway who loves romance and loves being in love, but there’s something about being a contrarian that has him headed towards the next Gesture and Declaration of True Love™.

One time he stumbles upon a message board full of 30-something men complaining about having to buy flowers for their spouses for the next romantic holiday. So naturally Victor heads down to the nearest florist and pays an exorbitant amount of money for not only an arrangement for an upcoming holiday but also schedules daily deliveries for the next two weeks because he wants to spoil his husband, thank you very much.

After reading a gossip magazine, Victor tells Yuuri out of the blue, “I think we should renew our vows.”

Yuuri raises his eyebrows. “It’s only been two years, Vitya,” he reminds him. Victor pouts.

“They say I’m divorcing you, Yuuri,” Victor moans. “A divorce! Out of all the preposterous things.”

“Yes, well,” Yuuri replies, “Last month they claimed I was cheating on you, I suppose a divorce is natural.” Yuuri’s tone is flat, but the corner of his lips quirk up in an almost-smile.

“Fine,” Victor says dramatically, and flings himself on the couch. The next day, instead of calling venues to find a place for a vow renewal ceremony as was his first response to such a ridiculous article, he writes a letter to the editor of the magazine. It’s three pages long, the first of which is mostly yelling at the article writer about how offensive the idea that Victor would ever divorce Yuuri is, and the last two pages just detail everything Victor loves about his husband. There are two paragraphs dedicated to the wonders that are Yuuri’s thighs, and four paragraphs detailing how wonderful Yuuri is with animals and smol angry Russian teenagers.

Sometimes Victor will fling an offending article in front of Yuuri and expect him to be as equally annoyed. “Look, Yuuri, this article says that couples who split housework evenly don’t have sex as often, let’s show them.”

“I hope you don’t mean that literally,” Yuuri says, but he lets Victor lead him to the bedroom three times that day.

After overhearing someone at a coffee shop complain about how love notes were cheesy and couples who wrote them often were overcompensating, Victor goes home and writes a bunch of “I love you’s” on post-it notes. Yuuri finds them in random corners of their apartments for the next few weeks (he saves every one).

Yuuri tries not to encourage him, but of course, it’s a lost cause. At least their apartment is never in want of fresh flowers.  

The Wetter the Better

this is a short blurb based off of this ask and also this ask :) 


Waking up next to my boyfriend of more than a year was something that never got tiring. Hearing him stretch and yawn out of his sleep, watching him twist and turn his half naked body in noisy grumbles as he fought off the need to actually get up out of the bed….it was one of the best parts of my day. But waking up next to my boyfriend, who was more than eager for his first day visit to the Masters, and seeing him doing a silly shirtless snapchat that he would send out to all his fans, now that was something that would never get old.

Rolling over in the bed to face him, I watched him pull a funny face into the snapchat camera, my hand cupping over my lips as I struggled to contain my giggles. He was the biggest goofball, mostly saving it for me, but every once in awhile he’d share his silliness with the world and that made me love him even more. But also I couldn’t help but want to poke fun at him for it. When he finally finished his early morning gift to his fans, he tossed his phone down to the end of the bed. “Mornin’, love,” he mumbled out to me, eventually slinging his arm around the dip in my waist over the covers and nudging my sleepy frame towards his.

I breathed out a smile. “Giving your fans a little treat, huh?”

“Shit, I’m excited, baby,” he mentioned as he shrugged his shoulder and turned the one corner of his mouth down, “and I do what I gotta do to keep ‘em on their toes, you know that.”

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Steve Rogers #1

You sat between Steve’s legs, your back pressed up against his chest, listening to the other Avengers talking about Thor’s hammer. Steve played with the strands of your hair, causing you to start falling asleep. You grab his hand, kissing the back of it. You look at him to find that he is already looking at you with a smile on his face, he wraps both arms around you and kisses your forehead. You still had no idea how you became so lucky to end up with Captain America as your boyfriend. You had been dating for 3 years, he had asked you out soon after you had defeated Loki and of course you had said yes. You had joined The Avengers because of your powers, you were able to control elements, with the move of your hands you could create fireballs, ice things over, control water, lift the earth up and create blasts of air that sometimes were strong enough to knock Hulk over.

“You okay Doll?” Steve asks.

“I’m fine. I was just thinking, that’s all.”

“About?”

“Us and this.”

You hold out your hand and create a tiny fireball, that hovers just over your palm.

“It’s a magic trick.” Clint says pointing to Thor’s hammer.

Your fireball quickly disappears as you move your hand to rest on Steve’s arm.

“I love you and your amazing powers. Especially when I can just hand you my beer and you can instantly make it cold.”

You giggle at Steve’s comment and snuggle more into him and carry on listening to Clint and Thor talking about the hammer.

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Tiny Dancer Part 2

“So what Ron? It’s just a picture.”

Betty scrubbed roughly at the pots and pans filling the tiny sink in their joint kitchen. Veronica had been trailing Betty all afternoon, desperate to know if Jughead had “slid into her dms”

“Just a picture? Just a picture?! Are you crazy? He called you his muse. Jughead “I lock myself in my room for hours on end” Jones posted a picture of YOU on his Instagram and he called you his muse. How can you not be freaking out right now?!“

Playfully flinging soap bubbles towards Veronica, the blonde ballerina just sighed.
"I don’t have time to get my hopes up Ronnie. Maybe you haven’t noticed but boys don’t like me. I’m like some kind of boy repellant. I know I’m intimidating and Ballet comes before anything else but it would be nice to have someone look at me with even the slightest bit of interest.”

Veronica nearly crawled over the four foot counter counter as she wrapped her arms around her best friend
“You’re beautiful B, and determined and funny and smart and you’re the most talented human I’ve ever met in my life. Any of those guys would be lucky to have you.” Betty smiled softly at Veronica when she pulled away.

“Thanks V”

Veronica waved a careless hand
“Back to the topic at hand. This boy is definitely interested. Archie told me he was stalking your Instagram alll night. He’s a photographer ya know. Don’t get me wrong he’s totally weird, like probably the weirdest guy I’ve ever met but you’re weird too, so honestly it might work.”

Faking indignation, Betty gasped and whacked Veronica square in the face with a dish towel.

“I’m not saying I’m not interested I’m just saying… I’m not making the first move. You know how busy I am, I’d hate to pull someone into that.”

Veronica grinned mischievously, throwing the dish towel back on the sink.
“ well than we’ll just have to have Jughead make the first move.”

Betty whipped back around, the fact that she could make even the most average moves look dainty and graceful always amazed Veronica.
“Don’t get involved. I don’t want you playing Cupid, that always ends up making things messy. I have to head out to the studio apparently madame Lavoux booked me out for three hours solo. Like a full show last night and 14 hour rehearsal on Thursday isn’t enoUgh.” Betty gripped her duffel and and hauled it over her shoulder, blowing a kiss to Veronica as she left the dorm room.

The raven haired princess pulled out her cellphone and hit the ALL too familiar number of her boyfriend.
“Oh Betty dear, you are making this far too easy…. Hi Archiekins, I’ve got a plan”
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Jughead groaned audibly as he glanced down at the choppy directions his so called best friend had sent him. He was supposed to be meeting Archie here at some building on the Juliard Campus, Veronica had a late rehearsal and Archie wanted to meet up with Jughead for dinner in the dining hall. Archie had a habit of swiping Veronica’s meal card and Juliard definitely had better options than NYU, Jughead never passed up a free meal. Today however Archie wanted to meet ina new building, one Jughead had never been, he’d already gotten lost four times when he finally found the building he was supposed to be at.

“Eddington Dance Hall” Jughead mumbled satisfied. Call him Sacajawea, navigating through this campus was nearly impossible. Walking the halls of the building, it was clear that these studios were closed, why the hell would Archie be in a closed building?

Then he heard it, the soft tempo of some beautifully haunting symphony. Following the music, the dark haired photographer found himself in the doorway of a studio, the dancer inside was most definitely not his red haired best friend, and her beautifully stretched legs were longer than Veronica by quite a bit, but there was something familiar about her, the way her body moved, the graceful tilt of her head, the blonde bun.. suddenly it dawned on him

Betty Cooper.

She was just as beautiful as the last time he saw her, dancing in the dull light of the studio, passion flowing through every step. Reaching down to his chest he thanked the lord that his camera was a permanent feature on his body, he never left the house without it and he now knew why. Bringing the lens up to his face he narrowed his eyes and got the perfect shot

*FLASH*

The blindingly bright light and click of the shutter had Betty stopping Abruptly, her body whipping towards the disruption as she scrambled for the remote to shut the music off.

Shit, he had forgotten to turn the flash off.

“I’m..Im.. so sorry.. I was just..”
The stuttering boy ran a hand through his messy dark waves, something like recognition flashed in Betty’s eyes.

“It’s.. it’s okay. You’re Jughead Jones right? I know you.. from Instagram.”

Jughead could feel the heavy blush building on his features. Would she be creeped out? God he looked like a stalker now..

“Listen, I’m sorry about that, I should’ve asked. I had no right to post your photo without asking, as for today i promise I’m not stalking you, my friend Archie… he told me to meet him here, I don’t know…”

Betty smiled softly, her dimples nearly sending Jughead to his knees

“It’s okay, I think we’ve both been played. I told Veronica not to get involved, but she’s kind of into playing matchmaker lately. She thinks you like me.. I know it’s silly”

Jughead felt his heart thudding in his chest, the tops of his ears burning red. Did he like her? He didn’t even know her. But there was something… something pulling him towards her. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and her talent was to be taken seriously, but it was something else.. a mutual.. darkness.

Betty noticed the way the handsome boy in front of her seemed to freeze, embarrassed and something else… caught out maybe. She allowed herself to entertain that idea for a moment.

Jughead couldn’t tear his eyes away from her crystal eyes, in a momentary burst of confidence he took a deep breath.

“Well Archie did promise me dinner, all that dancing you must have worked up an appetite. My treat? Well hit up the taco truck by Main Street.”

Jughead watched as the object of his affection chewed her lip hesitantly. Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.

Betty finally nodded her head

“Ya know what? Tacos sound great. Let me go grab my bag I’ll be right back.”

Jughead watched as Betty practically leapt away.

Well than …maybe he would find out just what was behind the tutus and buns, and maybe she wouldn’t mind letting him fill his camera with pictures of her hauntingly beautiful eyes

Stefan Salvatore - I Will Always Love You

Originally posted by stefansredporsche

You have a plan, a plan to finally kill Katherine and destroy Hell. As usual, the plan doesn’t exactly go the way you want it to. You were never expecting it to end the way it did and the way it ends breaks your heart. 

Stefan x Reader

Other Characters: Katherine Pierce, Vicki Donavon, Bonnie Bennett (briefly mentioned) and Damon Salvatore

A/N: I’ve had this idea since I watched the finale and I just had to write it.

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Professor Winchester.

Request: Hi, idk if you’re taking requests but I was wondering if you could write a professor Dean x student reader one shot? maybe some smut too?

Pairing: Professor Dean Winchester x Student Reader.
Other Characters: Charlie Bradbury, Cas Novak, random douche bag being a douche bag.
Warnings: Language, Smut (oral - female receiving, vaginal sex, unprotected sex), Implied cheating, Angst?, Comparing penis size to meats.
Word Count: 4.3k (what the actual fuck?)
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“What can happen in 4 weeks?”

Apparently a lot can happen in 4 weeks, now here you are at your college graduation doing something you only said 5 days ago that you wouldn’t do.

You’re in the back seat of Dean’s impala, both of you naked and you’re straddling him.
He pulls you flush against him, your bare chests pressed together as Dean thrusts up into you, over and over, your mixed moans filling the small space in the car, anyone could walk past and catch you but neither of you care.

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Late

Request: Shawn comes back from a celebrity party really wasted and Y/n worries and they get into an argument but the make-up and y/n is all like “You smell like a wet dog” / You’re seriously like a man-child / “You cannot banish me! This is my bed too!”

a/n: hiiii!! this is just a little short one but i hope y’all enjoy it!! i’ll be watching the grammy’s tonight so if you’re tuning in as well we should chat about it! i have a really busy few weeks coming up so i’ll try and get more writings up as soon as i can! but school is my top priority! i hope y’all are having a nice end/start to your week!!💜💜💜

           It was after three in the morning when you heard the door unlock to your apartment.  Shawn wasn’t very careful going about his actions either.  You heard him fling his shoes off as they loudly came in contact with the floor, you heard him stomp down the hall until he paused his movements for a moment.

           There was a part of you that wanted to be mad at him. He promised he wouldn’t some home late, yet here he was trailing in after three in the morning.  But then again, you knew he was out having a good time with his friends.

            He walked into the room, trying to be quiet, which backfired on him when he opened the door too fast and fell face first on the floor. 

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i just had another soulmate au idea. like… imagine the one where you have the first word the other tells you on your wrist.

But Kara is mute, so Lena has nothing on her wrist. And she tries not to think about it, that no one could ver truly love her. Not her family, no true friends, barely flings…

But then she reads an article about how deaf ppl dont have marks and mute people’s soulmates don’t have marks either… and it hits her.

Kara…

kara who she’s been learning sign langage for, kara who she hopes to see whenever she spots a blonde hear, kara who makes her stomach fill with butterflies! And it makes sense, oh it all makes sense now.

So she leaves Lcorp all of a sudden and asks jess to deal with her meetings and she just runs to kara’s apparment because how could sh be so blind? when kara opens the door, lena signs ‘it’s you’ and kara doesn’t understand. but lena shows her both her wrists.. and….

well anyway they kiss and get together

This would be an amazing one shot!