concentrate on you

“When was the first time you realized you loved me?” Your actions froze as the unexpected question slipped past Harry’s lips before you were turning to glance at your boyfriend. 

“Where’s this coming from?” You snorted lightly, shaking off the initial surprise and continuing to chop up the vegetables you were using to make stir-fry. The knife bit into the carrot, your brows knitting together in concentration as you thought about the question while trying not to slice your fingers open. 

To be completely honest, you had never really been an affectionate person. You hated being hugged, you hated being touched, you hated seeing couples get all gross and cuddly with each other in public - Which was one of the reasons why everyone was confused about why you and Harry ended up together. If there was an award for being the most affectionate, Harry would definitely win it. Now, just because you weren’t an affectionate person didn’t mean you weren’t friendly! You were charming and extremely witty the first time Harry met you, and he found it endearing whenever you’d crack a joke or make a sarcastic comment about something. 

“I was jus’ wondering. I told you about when I first realized I loved you, so it’s only fair that you tell me your version!” Harry shrugged, setting his phone down and adjusting his seat slightly as he watched your back. 

-

The first time Harry realized he loved you, the two of you were watching a nature documentary on whales. He hadn’t really been paying attention to the film, his eyes flicking over to you every once in a while just because he loved looking at you. He loved the way your brows stitched together when you were focusing on the screen, he loved the way your nose twitched which resulted in you looking like a little bunny… But the thing that really made his heart melt was when you quietly mimicked the sound of a whale’s call to yourself, bursting into giggles after doing so. Absolutely adorable. 

The first ‘I love you’ came from Harry, obviously. It was an early Sunday morning, the two busy making breakfast in the kitchen. Well, it was more like Harry was sitting by the counter and you were busy with the waffle maker. (You liked taking control in the kitchen so Harry really didn’t have a choice.) 

“Can you put some-” 

“Bananas and a dollop of whipped cream on the side?” You cut Harry off, turning to set his plate of waffles down on the counter before your lips tugged up in a small smile. “Just the way you like them.” 

“I love you.” Harry hadn’t even realized he said it until he saw the smile drop from your face, your eyes widening in surprise. Your lips parted as if you were about to say something before you turned back swiftly to see if your waffles were ready yet. The silence he received in return pretty much confirmed the fact that you didn’t feel as strongly as he did about you, his heart dropping to his stomach as he quickly dug into the waffles while keeping his head down. Fuck, he was humiliated. He’d never felt so upset in his entire life, and he even began scolding himself in his mind when he felt his eyes well up with hot tears. And then he heard you speak. 

“I, um, I really, really like you.” It wasn’t an ‘I love you’, but he’d take it. 

Now, the first time you said ‘I love you’ was a surprise to Harry. He knew it took time for you to get used to someone, he knew how awkward you got with lovey-dovey business, so when those three little words slipped out of your mouth… He felt like he was dreaming. 

-

“I guess that’s fair. The first time I realized I loved you… Hm.” You paused, wiping your hands on your apron. You kind of already knew that you loved him from the start… It just took a while for you to wrap your head around the thought of ‘I love you’ rolling off your tongue. 

-

“Fuck, I didn’t even realize I was running so late!” Harry hissed, stumbling over the rug as he attempted to put a shoe on with one hand. He had a super important meeting regarding the embryonic stages of his debut album, and he was already ten minutes late. 

“I know, I’m sorry I didn’t check the time!” You winced, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck. You were in such a comfortable position with Harry, and a part of you wanted to stay cuddled up together. Just knowing that you got to wake up to seeing his face, to hear his voice, to feel his touch made your heart flutter. (A very odd feeling. You had never felt that way before and WebMD told you that you were in the beginning stage of having a heart attack, which wasn’t very reassuring.) Also, you had kind of forgotten his meeting was today. But he didn’t need to know that. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!” 

“It’s alright, love. It’s not your fault, you’ve got nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who wanted a quick snuggle before work.” Harry wheezed, out of breath from just slipping into his boots and his coat. He opened the front door, ready to leave before he realized he didn’t even have his car keys. “Where are my-” 

“Here!” The car keys jingled slightly as you handed them over to Harry, Harry thanking you before leaning in and planting a kiss on your cheek. 

“Promise I’ll be home in a couple hours!” Harry puffed out, beginning to trot down the front steps as quickly as possible. 

“Okay, I love you.” 

“Yeah, I lo-” Harry immediately paused in place before whipping around to look at you. Was he dreaming? Maybe he was hallucinating or something. That protein shake he had earlier did taste a little funky. “You- You what?” And that’s when you began malfunctioning. 

“What? I didn’t- I didn’t say anything.” You cleared your throat, feeling heat rise to your cheeks and your heart beginning to pound. Oh, god. Why would you say it now? He was in a rush and now was the time you decided it’d be a good idea to hit Harry with an ‘I love you’?? “I mean, I don’t know- I didn’t, uh, I said I’ll see you later! Yeah, that’s what I said.” 

“Say it again,” Harry demanded quietly, already making his way back up to you, a smile beginning to grow on his face. 

“I didn’t-” You hid your face in the crook of Harry’s neck as he pulled you into a tight squeeze. This was humiliating. You were never going to say that again! 

“Y/N, say it again.” He breathed out, pulling you away from him gently before reaching up to cup your cheek. “I need t’ make sure I’m not crazy.” 

“I… I love… I love you.” 

“Kind of went off in the ‘first time I said I love you’ direction but it’s sort of the same thing. But, yeah. I knew I loved you from the moment we met, as cheesy as that sounds.” You shrugged, already feeling gross and icky from the amount of affection that was floating around in the air. 

“Really?” Harry smiled fondly, a soft smile gracing his features. You nodded before turning back to continue with the carrot that had barely been chopped up. “Can you say it?” 

“It.” 

“You know what I mean, silly.” Harry couldn’t help but giggle as you muttered a sheepish ‘I love you’ under your breath. 

“Anyways, that’s the only time you’ll hear this story, so- Ah!” You shrieked in surprise when you were suddenly swept off your feet, letting out an ‘oof’ as Harry tossed you over his shoulder with a laugh. “What the hell do you think you’re doing??” You snorted, yelping as Harry delivered a smack to your bum. 

“Can’t a man give his girlfriend a little loving before dinner?” 

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Binary Star (VI)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jaebum / Mark

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3,734

Summary: In some cases, these close binary systems can exchange mass, which may bring their evolution to stages that single stars cannot attain.”

You and Jaebum have been dating forever when Mark Tuan shows up in your classroom. You’ve always been against change - a bit debilitating, being a writer - but for some reason this new kid has you thinking there might be an upside to chaos.

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Wait what have I done? I’m literally so in love with Lupita!CastielxDean like it’d be love at first sight

Castiel: “I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”

Dean: “….You? What are you?”

Castiel: “I’m an angel of the lord.”

Dean: “Yeah, I’d say.”

Castiel: “Dean, you look star struck.”

Dean: “I’m having some trouble concentrating on breathing…you’re freakin beautiful.”

Castiel: “My…vessel is beautiful, Dean.”

Dean: “And a personality to match, perfect.”

Castiel: “If you’re done wooing me–”

Dean: “Don’t think I’ll ever be done with that, angel.”

Castiel: “I’d hope not…human.”

anonymous asked:

Aw yay, good idea!! Thanks Emma for the advice about concentration on my story. You rock! :)

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I love you,” he shouts at her.
“Well I don’t love you.” She fires back.
“Because if I loved you, then I would notice how you tap your foot when you’re nervous. And how you bite your lip when you’re concentrating. And how you always, always, put pepper on first, then salt. If I loved you I would know that you hate dancing, which makes sense because if I loved you I would know that you’re a terrible dancer. I would know that you can’t look in a mirror for too long because you have your fathers eyes, and those eyes remind you of him leaving. I would know that the reason you don’t drink isn’t just because you hate the taste of whiskey. I would know that the ocean was your safe haven, your escape. But I don’t love you.” she ends, her lips trembling. She stares into those green eyes of his, her breath shaking, the words she had just spoken finally hitting her.
“But maybe, maybe I do.
—  An Excerpt From a Book I’ll Never Write #13

On a moonless night many years ago, you met a man at a crossroads on the outskirts of town. He offered you many splendid things - all that you could want and more, all at a single fixed price. How could you say no to deal like that?

Now the Devil has come to collect his due. He arrives at your doorstep in crimson and gray, merry eyes dancing like the flames of Hell. When you do not resist, he looks disappointed, as though claiming your soul is another weary chore on a list as long as eternity. Does he want you to weep, to fight him, to beg for another few years? Or perhaps… perhaps he is just looking for a game.

A contest, then? His eyes burn brightly at this suggestion. Yes, there is no doubt about it - you’ve seen that hungry look before, on the face of every compulsive gambler you’ve ever known.

It is the old wager. Should you win, all debts are forgiven, and he gives up all claim over your soul. Should you lose, he will collect his payment in full.

You never learned to play the fiddle, so his first hopeful suggestion is shot down. A game of riddles is no better - the only one you can remember involves a frog in a blender. Chess, then? No, no. You called one of your pieces “the horsey” and he ended the game abruptly.

There’s got to be something you can play, he pleads, voice teetering on the edge of desperation. Backgammon? Billiards? Poker? Golf? But you have never been a competitive person - winning has never appealed to you the way it does to some, and you are not the worthy and driven opponent he craves.

And then… you find it. It’s not what your infernal guest was hoping for, but it’s all you’ve got, and by now he’s ready to settle for anything that offers a challenge. Long nights spent playing against yourself during the lonely years after grad school honed your skills to a keen edge. It’s the last chance you’re ever going to get, and by God, you’re giving it your all.

Anyone passing by your window would see nothing at all out of the ordinary - just two hunched figures, lost in twin concentration, and between you, a Scrabble board.

Fleur Delacour

170224 BTS Mokdong Fansign

Q: Taehyung-ah
Taetae, you have a low alcohol tolerance, right? You usually drink coke. What alcohol and how much can you drink?

Taehyung: One bottle

Fan: Hansung is cute.
Taehyung: Ah, really? 
(He probably thought the response was bad) 
Taehyung: I want to try to act in Crows Zero~
Fan: Isn’t that going to be a scary role?
Taehyung: It doesn’t have to be a scary role, I want to wear uniform. 
Fan: Wow, that would be so cool.
Taehyung: I want to play Serizawa, he’s so cool. While acting in the drama, I’ll be the Taetae-san that speaks Japanese.

Q: Will we be able to see Agust D’s solo concert this year? I want to hear ‘So Far Away’ live on the concert.

Yoongi: I will think about it

Yoongi: Name?
Fan: I’m OO.
Yoongi: Ah, are you Japanese? (in Japanese)
Fan: Wah, (you’re speaking in) Japanese!?
Yoongi: Because I’ve studied Japanese.
(the fan heard him say ‘because I’m genius Suga’)
Fan: I’ll be going to the concert, the next one is at Tokyo Dome right~
Yoongi: Yes, Tokyo Dome.
Fan: I’ll be waiting in Tokyo.
Yoongi: Can’t wait!

Q: Namjoon ah
I’m looking forward to your mix tape! Please say something before the release! (When will it be released?)

Namjoon: Just getting ready ♡ 

Fan: Namjoon~
Namjoon: Ooh OO-san~ (in Japanese)
Fan: What language should we talk in? (in English)
Namjoon: I don’t mind. (in English) But your English is good. Where did you learn it? In Japan?
Fan: I studied in Japan~ I didn’t study abroad. (in English)
Namjoon: Not at all? (in English)
Fan: Yes. (in English)
Namjoon reads the post-it-note
Namjoon: That’s sweet. (in Japanese)
Fan: Sweet?
Namjoon: I’ll work hard preparing it~

Q: Hoseok ah~ 
I’m looking forward to your mix tape! Please say your resolution before the release! (When will it be released?)

Hoseok: I’m working hard on it, so please anticipate a lot 

Hoseok: Oh~ Mixtape~ Please look forward to it~
Fan: I can’t wait~ When will you release it?
Hoseok: Hmm~ I have a lot of work these days~
Fan: I think Hoseok-san is beautiful, what’s your secret?
Hoseok: I’ve received a lot of love, that’s why.
Fan: That’s difficult.
Hoseok: Because of everyone, I’m able to receive so much love.
Fan: I’m looking forward to your mixtape.

Q: Jimin-ah
Sniper Jimin-ah! Pierce my heart with 5 characters! (You can’t write ‘I love you’)

Jimin: I missed you (he wrote in Japanese because of the fan)

Fan: 5 characters?
Jimin: あいたかった…? (he counts with his hand)
Fan: … (in Japanese, it’s 6 characters…)
Fan: Since you have pink hair~ (passes something in pink to him)
Jimin: (laughs)
Fan: (dies of cuteness)
Fan: It’s a present~ (passes the bag)
Jimin seems to be the type to either concentrate on writing or speaking.

Q: You don’t upload cover songs these days, but will you upload (them)?

Jin: I will work hard and upload 

Fan: Are you still studying Japanese?
Jin: Yes, I’m studying diligently!
Fan: I went to the concert and your solo stage was so cool. AWAKE.
Jin: Ah, really?
Fan: If you can have solo activities, what would you like to do?
Jin: I want to try everything.
Fan: Next concert is at Tokyo Dome, right? I’ll be waiting in Tokyo!

Q: My Twitter icon is a sheep, can you draw a sheep?

Jungkook: *drawing*

Fan: You said you’ve learnt Japanese, so can we speak in Japanese?
Jungkook: Ok
Fan: English too?
Jungkook: Not in English, not yet ㅋㅋㅋ
Artist Jungkook draws a sheep
Fan: Isn’t that a lion…?
Jungkook: ㅋㅋㅋ

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Trans: KIMMYYANG

One time I was reading a story on @sixpenceee blog out loud, the story was ‘don’t blink’. And my door was open and my brother was across the room. When I finished the story my brother yelled “I’m scared to blink now” now that’s some sixpenceee shit there.

Free! Cast: Things I've actually heard College Students say
  • Nagisa: Look how pretty my notes are!!! Too bad I'll never study them.
  • Nitori: I might look fine in class but I'm dying inside.
  • Rei: I've never seen Frozen and at this point I'm afraid too.
  • Haru: When the professor shows up Im just gonna get up, make eye contact and leave.
  • Gou: Shut the fuck up and eat your shitty Frosted Flakes.
  • Momo: Is it acceptable to throw myself out this window after the exam?
  • Nagisa: I need more gay people in my life I'm suffocating in straights.
  • Haru: I think I'm gonna sleep outside and let the snow bury me until I die.
  • Rin: Why the fuck would I pay $5 for a grilled cheese? Oh wait they're delivering them? Buy 3.
  • Makoto: I feel like a child but I look like an adult and I think it throws people off.
  • Momo: Yo look at this dog! I want this dog. This dog is a straight g.
  • Nagisa: I got super drunk and told everyone I was a lesbian.
  • Rin: I've only done anal twice okay!!!!!!
  • Gou: Instead of studying art we should make art with our bodies!!
Quiet - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by deniz-is-a-witch


A/N -  Thanks so much for the ongoing support for all the one shots I keep spamming you guys with. Any requests would be appreciated 

Bucky x Reader - Bucky gets jealous over Steve’s constant need to save you.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut.

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Sebastian Stan as Hal Carter and Maggie Grace as Madge Owens in William Inge’s Picnic (2013)

anonymous asked:

I am sort of a new fan of the NHL and I am confused as to how the playoffs work. How do you win the Stanley Cup?

FIRST A PLAYER MUST CONCENTRATE AND VISUALIZE HIS CONCEPT 

YOU GOTTA EMBRACE THE STANLEY CUP 

YOU GOTTA SNIFF THE STANLEY CUP 

YOU GOTTA LICK THE STANLEY CUP 

YOU GOTTA WASH THE STANLEY CUP 

YOU GOTTA DATE THE STANLEY CUP 

Y O U  G O T T A  B E  T H E  S T A N L E Y  C U P 

shades of wrong (m)

Summary: In which you’re sure you’ll hate Park Jimin with every fiber of your being for the rest of your existence, even after he is assigned your tutor for History of Magic.
Pairing: Jimin | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut; Harry Potter AU 
Word Count: 17,321
Author’s Note: This got insanely long, and I apologize but also not really. Inspired by @jeonbegins + her really dope HP Slytherin Jimin AU edit. I also had a little conversation with @minsvga about this and she helped me figured out the basic idea for what this story has become; and @chokemejimin has asked to be tagged in my HP work so here you go my dear!!!

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No matter how hard you try, it seems as if you are always bested by Park Jimin in every aspect of life: from Quidditch to school to class popularity.

And you absolutely despise him for it.

Granted, it’s probably because he’s always simply excelled in everything while you could only manage the minimum requirement for things outside of the sport you’ve grown to be so passionate about—but that’s only deepened your dislike for the boy. It’s been like this since the pair of you were children, a rivalry already planted between you even before you knew what the term meant. Truthfully, it was pretty much written in the stars that you would develop some deep-rooted grudge against Jimin, for he was organized into Slytherin while you were put in the fiery red and gold of Gryffindor.

Beyond the clashing Houses that have officially formed your backgrounds, it doesn’t help that the boy has seemed to uphold a particular interest in doing whatever he could to see you fidget or watch you squirm or just catch you at your worst moments—although you humor yourself on the idea that these unfortunate incidents occur to you because of Park Jimin’s constant hovering. It’s a habit that’s grown since the first week of your admission into Hogwarts, in which your big mouth scored you your first detention with the infamous Professor Snape.

It’s a moment that marks the beginning of an unspoken battle between the pair of you—in which you would constantly attempt to prove yourself better than Park Jimin and Park Jimin doing everything he could to make sure you could never have that victory. During the first two years of school, this would mean beating you on every exam, knowing the answers to every question and teasing you for not knowing. Professors putting Jimin on a pedestal, marking him up as the ‘ideal student’ and unknowingly intensifying the dagger of hatred you wished to plunge deeper and deeper into his chest.

When you are twelve, you are told that there is certainly no way for you to truly despise of something (or someone)—for you are young and naive and not entirely capable to understand what it means to hate something with every fiber of your being.

But they’re wrong.

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