could you pleaaasee write an imagine where dan’s doing a live show and y/ n joins in and dan sort ofjust dazes at them as their talking to his younow audience and the comments blow up about heart eyes howell and then they share a cute lil moment with everyone watching??? thanks!
A/N:I am so sorry that it’s so short, the next one is going to be longer I promise
Dan looks down on his phone, and then back at the screen of his computer:“It’s already 11pm, and I guess some of you have school tomorrow.”,he runs a hand through his hair and can see how the comments start to focus on his ‘Hobbit Hair’ :“So now I’m going to do 5 more minutes, but then I’m going to watch anime or something.”
He looks at the comments and isn’t realising that his girlfriend, Y/N, came into the room.
She goes up to him as quietly as she can and holds a finger on her mouth
And then, with a loud ‘BOO’ she jumps right next to his chair.
“HOLY MOTHER OF-MY GOD Y/N!”,he screams and Y/N starts to laugh hysterically while the comments explode once again.
Now every second one is about the face he made.
“Yeah haha funny.”,he says ironically and looks in the camera of his computer:“haha.. shut up..”
Y/N gives her boyfriend a soft kiss on his cheek and starts to look on the comments.
At first Dan and Y/N thought that the Phandom would hate her,
but they didn’t.
To be honest it seems like most of them are truly appreciating what she does for him and Phil.
“How are you?”,Y/N reads one comment out loud:“Well today was a little bit stressful, but-”
Dan cant help himself but to stares at her.
His brown eyes trail from her eyes down to her pink lips, and back up.
In this entire universe there’s nothing-and when he says nothing then there’s really nothing- more prettier than her.
And he don’t know why, but he starts to think about their first meeting in the supermarket.
She talked about her roommate, and how she kept eating all of her Cereal.
And Dan knew immediately that she’s the one for hi-
“Dan?”,a voice brings him back into reality:“Is everything alright, darling?”
Her eyes are locked with his and instead of giving her a answer, he continues to stares at her.
The following silence is comfortable, and after a few minutes Y/N looks back at the computer.
With red cheeks she sees that everyones just writing one sentence.
that touch of your hand to mine,
the graze of your hair on my shoulder,
those soft whispers you sing to me,
physicality means nothing
without the addition of sensual intellect
ive never met a mind
who knew minds could be attractive anyway.
with rose embellished in your cheeks
and charcoal emulsifying your mind
i cant help but stare
the god-sculpted angel in front of me.
you are my favourite colour
my favourite scent,
how could anything be more complete
sitting next to you?
it is not your largest attributes
that i adore,
rather the tiny jewels
that decorate you like rain droplets
because after all,
nothing really matters except the little things.
omg this is my first ever headcanon??? pls request some bc they are so fun
let be honest he has absolutely NO CLUE whats going on like 99.99% of the time
he gets there early to watch you warm up and because one time he overheard you talking to your teammate how you like to eat a protein bar before a game but always forget to bring it so peter freakin brings yOU A PROTIEN BAR
even though yall have been dating for some time he still gets nervous and blushy when he makes his way to you to give you the bar
bc he cant help but feel like everyone is staring at him even though nobody even cares except for ur closest friends on the team who “AWWWwwwWW”
“h h here you go babe” and he freaking kisses ur forehead and tells you youre gonna do so great
he freakinG makes a sign with ur name and number on it and he’s like the loudEST fan ever
peter forcing mj and ned to come to your games bc he knows you love when people come cheer you on
you kinda roll ur eyes bc you can hear him arguing with the referee from his spot on the bleachers when he makes a unfavorable call even though he doesn’t know anything that’s happening
mj looks at him and says “peter that call was in our favor stop yelling”
“weLL IM SORRY THAT I gotta stand up for my girL”
after the game he waits patiently after ned and mj had left, for you to get your stuff and have a short team meeting
he’s standing there by the bleachers awkwardly because everyone has pretty much left by now and he’s the only one standing there waiting
you guys have never been much into PDA but you did sO WELL in your game and your team won and he’s looking at you as you walk towards him and you look so tired but also have this glint in your eyes bc you won and he knows this team means everything to you and you’re so passionate. and all he can think about is that he won too,,, bc he has you
and then he picks you up in a hug and you kinda protest bc you’re so sweaty and gross but then he freaKIN kisses you passionately bc he’s so in love with you and you looked to pretty and it totally catches you by surprise so you blush HARD BC HES SMOOCHING YOU INFRONT OF YOUR WHOLE TEAM and they kinda hoot and holler bc they know how happy he makes you!!!!
and your hair is in a messy bun and he carried ur bag for you and he grabs your hand as you walk to the subway and freAK WHY CANT I DATE PETER PARKER
Except he will, for about a year. He will absolutely wake up in the middle of the night, stranded in the middle of the lonely island of his bed, and wonder why Harry was listening to that album, the album they listened to constantly all summer in 2011 when their skin was bad and their limbs too long and their clothes too baggy, the album they vowed to tattoo on each other one day, the album that played just before they had sex for the first time, before Harry switched it off and climbed into Zayn’s lap and peeled his t-shirt off him, slowly, as though revealing a surprise.
Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy… But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…
A/N: I will warn you all now, that this fic is going to be VERY different to my usual stuff, but you can expect a hell of a lot more twists, turns, secrets, and debauchery than ever before… ;)
Disclaimer: I will put warnings on any chapters that challenge social acceptance, however, as an overall warning, this story will contain themes of sex, fear, control (of one person over another), and elements of a gothic nature!
All the stories that
you’d ever heard about the castle had been about how music sang from the walls,
how long clouds of silk curtains billowed gently in the breeze that wafted
through the grand windows, how the place was decorated with ornaments,
paintings, crystal vases galore…
But the first thing
you noticed as you walked through the tall, oak doorway…
…was the darkness.
‘I don’t think we’re
allowed to be down here.’ You murmur to the man pulling you along by the hand,
your eyes wide as you watch the water dripping down the dank walls of the corridor
you’d come to find yourself in after climbing down numerous stairs to what you
thought would be the library, but what was starting to look more like a
‘Don’t worry. I know
where we’re going.’ He murmurs amused, the humor-filled lilt of his voice
not working to reassure you at all as you begin to drag your feet, struggling
to hold the bottom of your dress off of the floor so that it wouldn’t get wet
as you watch him stare excitedly in front of himself.
‘I really think
we should head back- what if someone sees-‘
You’re cut off when
he suddenly stops, spinning back to pin you against the wall, his eyes dancing
excitedly over your face for a moment before he pushes his lips against yours,
ducking his head down and softly pressing his mouth to yours, practically being
able to feel the adrenaline running through him in the kiss.
‘I have to show you.’
Is all he says as he pulls away, staring at you almost piercingly as he grins,
and you swear you see his eyes flash a different colour momentarily, your heart
racing in your chest with the sight of the abnormality, before you’re being
kissed roughly, yet briefly, again, and once more he begins to drag you along the corridor,
his grip on your wrist having tightened somewhat compared to before.
You remain silent as
you follow after him, the only sound being your slightly ragged breathing, trying not to trip over your feet as he out-paces you,
getting lost in your thoughts as the image of his eyes flashing repeats over
and over in your mind. But just as you go to stop him once again, you look up
to see that you’d arrived at the end of the dark corridor, a large solid oak
door standing in your path.
‘This is it.’ He whispers
to himself, turning to look at you with his lip caught between his teeth as he grins, the
expression telling you that you were meant to be as excited as him, but all you
could focus on was the way your heart was racing in your chest at the prospect
of the unknown, your nervousness making you stare at the gold buttons
decorating his chest rather than being able to look him in the eye.
murmurs, the unexpectedness of the word forcing your gaze to his, and the
minute you look into his eyes you wish you didn’t; seeing the same flashing of colour
greeting you as he grins down at you devilishly.