everything about this shot makes me happy

Enchanted by Her

This was a request! Hope whoever put this in my ask is happy with the result! 

Plot: Harry simply cannot look away when he sees her whispering along to Pink Floyd.

Warnings: None. 

Pic isn’t mine. It makes me want to cuddle him so badly.

From the moment he saw her, he was drawn in. Everything about her had him instantly fascinated and in want for more, want for anything she would give him, no matter how small it would be. Gestures so simple like brushing her fingers through her hair, smiling or clenching her hands, seemed so magical to Harry he found it impossible to look away. His heart beat rapidly and his stomach fluttered. How was it possible for a woman to glow like that? Her hands were holding onto a vinyl record, her fingers clasping it so carefully as if she feared she’d break it otherwise and Harry watched with fascination how she read the back of the record.
He couldn’t quite catch what it was with her. He never normally felt such a pull to a woman, like he couldn’t leave the music store without having spoken to her. This girl… whoever she was, he had to hear her voice.
Harry brushed his fingers through his hair and frowned at her. She was standing by a different shelf now, one that was a bit closer to him and again she had picked up the headphones connected to one of the record players the music shop they were at offered, allowing the costumers to listen to the vinyls they were interested in. The woman held the headphones to her ears and Harry’s lips parted when he noticed how her eyes were shut, those kissable lips of her moving as she let herself be consumed by the music she was listening to. She drove him insane, had him under her spell and completely at her mercy.

Harry sighed and bit his tongue. He didn’t normally approach women he saw somewhere, always too afraid he’d come across as creepy, but he today he felt like he had to. Even though he was feeling very silly. This was a vintage music shop after all. You weren’t supposed to chat up women at a place like this and even if, what would he say?
She was still silently singing the words she seemingly knew by heart and now even began to slowly move her hips along to the music. Harry couldn’t hear what she was singing, but he knew the movements of her hips fit perfectly to the song’s rhythm.

Harry sighed. He knew he had to speak to her, he couldn’t leave this store without having heard her voice, at least once. Before his mind caught up with it, his feet already carried him towards her and before he knew it, his finger had tapped against her arm gently.

He suppressed the loud gasp about to leave his lips and instead forced himself to fake a relaxed smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement when she turned to face him.
Her beauty was breathtaking. His heart sped up. She had the brightest eyes Harry had ever seen and the softest looking skin, all he could to was imagine caressing it, kissing it even. Harry didn’t know her, but oh did he want to hold her body against his. The girl truly was overwhelming him. Harry truly felt enchanted by her.

“Hi.”

Her voice was melodic, soft and kind. It send waves of warmth through his body, even his fingertips tingled.

“I’m Harry,” he spoke quietly. She’d confused him so, he had to take a moment to think if this really was his name, but once he was sure his words had actually made sense, he smiled.

The beautiful girl reciprocated the smile and held out her small hand. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Harry.”

“S'lovely to meet you, darling,” he hummed and took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. Their hands fit together so perfectly, he thought. Feeling her small palm against his own set him at ease.

Harry’s tummy fluttered once more when he noticed the flush of pink rushing to the girl’s cheeks when she looked at their fingers. She seemed as if she wasn’t used to having a guy chat her up. Harry wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

“What is it you were listening to?” Harry asked, his fingers still holding on to hers.

“Pink Floyd,” Y/N replied, gesturing to the vinyl with her free hand.

“Oh.” Harry let go of her and stepped closer so he could peek over her shoulder and onto the record. “I actually know that one. S'good.”

“It is,” Y/N agreed and smiled warmly. When her teeth sunk into her soft bottom lip, he felt like he was going to lose his mind. Could she possibly be any more adorable?

“Saw you whispering along to the song,” he continued, his hand now resting on the shelf so he could rest part of his weight on it. His body was now completely turned to Y/N, as he wanted to give her his full attention. He wanted her to be sure of his interest in her, if she wasn’t used to a guy chatting her up, he wanted to be certain she’d know of her attractiveness. Even if she ended up rejecting him, Harry liked the thought of encouraging her self confidence a little.

The redness in her cheeks increased and her eyes widened. “Oh no, that must have looked so weird.”

Harry chuckled to himself when he somehow couldn’t speak louder than in a tone just above a whisper. Something about this girl made him want to be softer, gentler, somehow like… her.

Y/N’s fingers played with each other and Harry hoped it was because she was nervous.

“Not at all,” Harry quickly reassured her, giving her a smirk, “I like seeing people caught up with something they love.”

“Oh really?” Y/N giggled, “Do you like to observe people then?”

“M'not that creepy, love,” Harry chuckled and cleared his throat, trying to get all of his courage together, “Just you. Couldn’t look away when I saw you today. You’re really beautiful.”

A nervous laugh fell from Y/N’s lips and she turned away, her cheeks now a deep shade of red. Harry even noticed her fingers shake a little.

“Oh, ehm. Thanks, Harry. That’s really nice of you to say.”

“Don’t be so shy,” Harry mumbled and reached out to take the vinyl from her trembling fingers.

“Sorry,” Y/N sighed with a smile and looked to her feet before hesitantly meeting Harry’s eyes again, “It’s just you’re…”

She trailed off and Harry’s heart sunk a little. He was just what? Her next words probably weren’t going to be good, her tone indicated it. Maybe she hated his music? Maybe she thought he was a pretentious asshole celebrity? Though Harry had always been a fan of Pink Floyd himself, his own music didn’t resemble it too much. Perhaps Y/N found his band too mainstream and not good enough. He’d understand. Hell, Harry felt like he wasn’t good enough for her himself, why wouldn’t she think so, too?

“’M what?” Harry mumbled, almost defeated.

Y/N shrugged and grinned shyly. “You’re really handsome. And I’m not used to guys coming up to me, so… I don’t know. You make me a little nervous.”

Harry smiled so widely at her words his dimples popped. He turned the record in his hand, momentarily looking at it before his attention was captured by the girl in front of him again.

“Let me propose a deal.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she nodded, still smiling widely. “I’m listening.”

Harry chuckled.

“How about I buy you this record,” he began and winked at Y/N, making her raise her hand to her mouth to cover the laugh falling from her mouth, “and in return you agree to go out with me sometime?”

Her hand was still clasped over her lips and his mouth went dry when her eyes actually teared up. Please say yes, his head screamed at himself, please please please!
He had to see her again, had to know more about the girl in front of him and somehow, if he was lucky enough, manage to make her love him, because he could have sworn he already felt himself fall for her. His skin screamed to be touched by her, his ears yelled for him to make her speak again so he could hear her wonderful voice.

“What do you say?” Harry pressed on, “Do we have a deal? Pink Floyd in return of a dinner with me?”

“Couldn’t imagine anything better,” Y/N said quietly and smiled, before surprising both of them by stepping closer and onto her tip toes, reaching up so she could press a kiss to Harry’s cheek.  

Hope you enjoyed this! Requests are still Closed. 

Rest of what I wrote can be found here:

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Would you mind doing an imagine or a one shot with either Rossi, Hotch or Reid where the reader and them are getting married and she wants to keep her last name and she ends up keeping her last name even though everyone else is against it except the guy you choose? Also I absolutely love your writing it makes me so happy to find someone that writes absolutely everything. I also get so excited when I finally have enough time to sit an read your work.

I can do this!  I hope that you enjoy it, because here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


“You aren’t taking his last name?”

“She isn’t taking your last name?”

“Have you talked to her about it?  I bet if you did, she would.”

“What about hyphenation?”

“It’s just tradition, it doesn’t mean anything.”

The two of you had heard it all.  Ever since you entrusted parts of your wedding to Spencer with the team, you knew it was only a matter of time before they found out that you weren’t taking Spencer’s last name.

And they were trying everything in their power to change it.

“I’m sorry that that they keep bringing it up,” Spencer would murmur lowly in your ear.

But never did he outright say that he was alright with it.

“Spencer?” you ask one evening as you mindlessly twirl your pasta.

“Yes?” he asks as he takes a sip of his drink and smiles at you.

“Does it bother you that I’m not taking your last name?”

You watched his reaction closely.  You had picked up a few tips on how to read people better since you had been with Spencer, and it served you well sometimes.

But this time you had a really hard time reading him, and you were concerned.

“Has someone said something to you again?” he asks.

You didn’t want to tell him that Garcia had asked if you had asked him.  You didn’t want to tell him that she felt it wasn’t right that you hadn’t.

But it had gotten your cogs turning, even though you had stormed out of her office lair angry.

“No,” you state.

“You’re lying,” Spencer calls you out.

“It doesn’t matter,” you shrug.

“It does,” Spencer emphasizes.

“Answer the question,” you ask pointedly.

The two of you looked at each other for a while.  The restaurant faded away, and details of the wedding became obscure as panic began to flood your mind.

But Spencer’s voice pierced through the stress and the worry, and reached down to the scared little girl who was afraid of making someone she loved angry.

“It doesn’t bother me,” Spencer says.

You read his expression, looking for indications that he was lying.

But he knew what you were doing, and it caused him to smile.

“Really,” he lulls lowly as he takes your hand across the table, “it doesn’t bother me at all.”

His fingers began to play with your engagement ring.  The two of you looked down and smiled at it, thinking back to that beautiful morning where you had rolled over and he had been holding it between his fingers, his hair mussed from sleep and his eyes clouded over with anxiousness.

It had been so simple, and so heartfelt, and you had pulled him into your arms and covered his entire body with kisses that morning as the word “yes” tumbled from not your lips, but Spencer’s, time and time again.

“Taking a man’s last name is a very old tradition that took the place of a written deed,” Spencer began. “Taking a man’s last name after the dowry for the woman was exchanged was a way for him to imprint upon her that she was his property, quite literally.”

You looked up into his eyes to find him staring at you.

“You are not my property, Y/N,” Spencer says earnestly.  “You are my partner.  My equal.  Our last names…they don’t have to match for me to know you love me.”

Your eyes were beginning to mist over as Spencer lets go of your hand and brings it up to cup your cheek.

“You marrying me says all of that,” he says lightly.

And as you nuzzle your cheek into his warm, smooth skin, the waitress comes back around with fresh drinks as the smell of your food begins to waft up through your nostrils.

“Wanna finish dinner and get dessert at home?” you ask sultrily.

You giggled as Spencer licked his lips and darted his eyes up to the waitress.

“To go containers, please?” he asks quickly.

And you threw your head back in laughter as the waitress scampered off quickly.

12 Days of Sanvers Christmas, Day 12

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11

A Very Crossover Christmas

Well, we’ve reached that time: Day 12 of a 12 day series. Thank you so, so, so much – truly, from the core of my being – for all your kind words of encouragement throughout this journey. I means everything to me, so thank you.

Tomorrow I’ll be launching, as requested, an “8 Nights of Danvers Chanukah” fic that I’m extremely excited about, so please tune into that, as well as to my already ongoing “I Didn’t Know You Were Into Girls” Sanvers one-shot series.

Happy and safe holidays, and thank you so much again for making this writing experience absolutely wonderful <3

And without further ado: Kara invites Barry and Oliver’s teams to come spend Christmas with the Superfriends!


Alex had promised to be nice.

She just hadn’t defined nice when she told Kara that she wouldn’t beat Barry Allen into a pulp for recruiting her to help him fight off an entire invasion force of aliens on his earth.

“It’s Christmas, Alex, and I’m okay, it all worked out!” Kara had told her, for the thousandth time, before Barry and Oliver’s teams jumped out of the interdimensional rift and into her ridiculously festive living room.

Well, it might be Christmas – there might be champagne glasses in everyone’s hand and there might be a rather rowdy game of “which earth has better Christmas music” going between Cisco and Winn – and Kara might be okay – okay enough to have thrown what was sure to be the most superhero-full Christmas party of all time – and it might have all worked out, given that there didn’t seem to be angry aliens clawing their own way through the portal into this earth.

But that didn’t mean that Alex Danvers didn’t have Barry Allen backed against the refrigerator – the Flash, the fastest man alive, legendary superhero – cowering.

Iris stepped forward but James touched her arm lightly. “She won’t actually hurt him,” he whispered.

Iris arched an eyebrow.

“You sure about that?”

Caitlin’s eyes were wide, Cisco’s mouth was open, Winn’s eyes were downcast in sympathy for Barry, and Sara was smirking, dragging her eyes slowly up and down Alex’s body, making Maggie frown and shift closer to Alex – but not that close, because it generally wasn’t safe to approach her when she was this angry.

“ – the height of irresponsibility,” she was saying, holding Barry up by the collar, “not to mention massive selfishness and pure tactical stupidity. Do you have any idea how stupid your plan was? One alien against an army, when we have an entire organization here that’s experienced in these things, an entire army of our own whose entire lives are dedicated to stopping the kind of deadly threats that you so willingly through my sister into, alone and without backup? And don’t – ”

She renewed her grip on his collar as Barry tried to stammer out words – “don’t even try to tell me that you were her backup. How could you possibly back her up when I hear she beat the ever living shit out of you all, at once, without even breaking a sweat? So how could you possibly protect her against an army? And I don’t care what your city thinks of you, I don’t care what kind of hero you think you are. The next time you need Kara’s help, you do not whisk her off on her own, you do not take advantage of her good, eager to help heart. You get me, you get my team, you get my people, people whose lives are dedicated to doing what your teams are way in over their head even contemplating. Because so help me, if you ever bring my sister on a mission like that without me there to watch out for her, I swear on everything you love, a brutal alien invasion force is going to look like kindergarten next to what I will do to you. Do I make myself clear?”

Barry whimpered for a moment or two, wondering if her question constituted permission to speak or to just nod meekly. He opted for the second, and she released him.

“Eggnog?” she asked, swiping a glass from the counter behind her and pressing it into his hands with a massive smile on her face. “You look like you could use some.” Barry stammered something that he hoped was recognizable as English, that he hoped Iris, Caitlin, and Cisco didn’t hear just as the squeak that it was. By the looks on their faces, he had no such luck.

“You make yourself quite clear, Agent Danvers, so let me return the favor: you don’t get to threaten anyone on my team without going through me.” Oliver’s voice was calm, his face completely neutral, as he stepped up to Alex. Diggle groaned into his hands.

Alex gazed up into his eyes as Barry tried to touch Oliver’s arm. “Ollie, really, it’s okay, you’d get the same way if it was Thea, I understand, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s all good, Barry. Oliver Queen, right? Arrow?” And before he could even blink, Alex had him, too, up against the fridge – good thing for Barry’s super speed, else he would have been crushed by Oliver’s back – and Felicity let out a small gasp.

“I like this girl. She like this in bed, too, Sawyer?” Sara wanted to know, loudly, and Kara’s ears turned an even deeper shade of red. Maggie spluttered and Alex just dug deeper into it, her forearm against Oliver’s throat.

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One thing that makes me happy about Amy is that for a 12 yr old she is rly busty but she’s not sexualised by sega for it. Like canonically she developed early and no one does boobie shots or gross comments abt it or makes it the joke.

Like out of everything it’s just panty shots from sa1 when u do acrobatics and even then like no one cares cuz she’s just doing her thing.

In general tho like even with the token ‘sexy’ character that’s rouge never once are these features abused or gross it’s just 'hey we got some characters. They have large breasts. Some showcase it some don’t but there’s more important stuff to talk about than that nice’

It’s also nice to notice even though sonic style everyone kinda has the same build there’s a lot of different body types for both the boys and girls. Ppl complain a lot about how girls don’t have a lot of body change throughout series but the sonic series does it well.

Maybe that’s just my overwhelming love for the series to make me see any more flaws than we all know it has but to me sega has always been really inclusive with body types and I like that a lot

OMFG NICKELODEON YESSSSSS

I’m watching the Loud House and the little boy, Clyde, was heading over to the main character’s house, Lincoln, and he said, “My parents are walking me over.”

Next thing I know, this is the next shot.

He has. Biracial. Gay. Parents.

And they weren’t subtle or in your face about it. The dads were just like, “This is everything he needs, don’t eat this, don’t eat that, here’s a hug since we can’t tuck you in tonight.”

And I was just omg. Yes. Nick. Yes.

You never know what you have until it’s gone

@ xo-ivanna-xii requested:

Hi! Can you make something angst of Steve x Reader. Where the reader was falling in love secretly with Steve and suddenly Steve is proposing Sharon Carter in front of her? And since that she just ran away from everything and begin work as one of Fury spy and Steve starting worry about her after she missed for a year? Happy ending please!! And please tag me because I really like your story 💜💜

  • Words: 1.848
  • Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
  • Warnings: Not enough angst, not enough fluff. Little swearing.
  • Author notes: As usual (Y/N) is your name, (Y/L/N) is your last name. I AM SO INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR NOT DOING THIS REQUEST BEFORE BUT I REALLY COULDN’T COME WITH ANYTHING!! @ilovebeingjoyful knows because I must have told her a hundred times haha! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this :)

You felt how your heart was ripped off your chest, just like in that Simpsons’ scene, when Laura takes out Bart’s heart and tosses it away in the trashcan. You tried to walk away but your legs were stiff and your mind was numb.
 
“… So, Sharon I am here on my knees to ask you a very important question… do you want to marry me?” Steve was on his knee, revealing a diamond ring to Sharon.
 
A loud crash interrupted the happy couple. The glass of water you had in your hand slipped from your fingers and hit the tiles in a matter of seconds. You jumped back when the water got to your bare feet. They both looked at you and you were finally out of your shocked state. Sharon and Steve ran to you to help you gather the shattered glass on the floor.
 
“FUCK!” You yelled “God I am so sorry guys, I didn’t see you were here” You hurried to apologize as you picked the wet bits of glass from the floor “Pease, don’t mind me”
“You’ll hurt yourself (Y/N)” Sharon said in a motherly manner, helping you pick up the pieces “Go put on a pair of shoes”
“No biggie” You faked a smile “By the way, congrats guys, I heard the last part. I’m sure you will be extremely happy together”
 
After apologizing for the hundredth time. You ran back to the kitchen trying to keep the tears inside your eyes. The pointy glass didn’t hurt as much as seeing Steve proposing to Sharon. You knew you should have said something first. You were hopelessly in love with the soldier and you knew in your heart you would have made a better wife than Sharon. Yes, she was in love with him too, and apparently she was way prettier than you, but no one knew Steve the way you did.
 
You used your spy abilities to cover your feelings and to shove them in the back of your mind and calmly made your way to your room. You took your phone from its charger and dialed the only number who could give you some peace of mind.
 
“Fury, you still got the job?” You asked immediately after the other line picked up and nodded at his answer “Count me in”
 
You cried your heart out after throwing your phone on the bed again.  It literally felt like someone threw a stone at a wall made of glass. Maybe het glass shattering before was a way to explain how you felt, a very literal way. You didn’t want to see him ever again.
 
That same night you packed only the necessary; your uniforms, your favorite Colt M1911, mags, a knife and of course, normal clothing for the everyday girl you were. Without looking back, you took a jet that awaited for you at an hour that everyone were supposed to be fast asleep.
 
But only one night owl was there to see you.
 
After a few weeks from your disappearing, Steve started to wonder where you were. Since you didn’t show up for training or you were not even invited to the parties or gatherings Tony hosted once in a while, the super soldier began asking around the team but no one really knew where you were. You left without major warning and everyone thought you’d come back soon. Maybe you were assigned to a tough mission or something like that. Sam was the one who was most calmed about your whole missing state; he knew about your whereabouts and he had a mission of his own: to never tell Steve about you or the reason you truly left.
 
“No one knows about (Y/N)?” The blonde soldier asked after training “Seriously?”
“Steve, she must be gone for a reason” Sharon soothed her soon-to-be husband caressing his shoulder “Whatever that reason is, we must respect it”
“She can be dead by now and we wouldn’t know” He pointed out “None of you care about her anymore?”
“Steve” Sam interjected “Calm the fuck down. She’s fine”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Steve, if Sam says she’s fine, we better trust him” Sharon agreed.
“What the hell is wrong with you two?!” Steve stormed out of the training room and left her fiancée and best friend with a puzzled expression.
 
Steve missed you more than ever. He needed you.
 
“We’re going back to the States, agent (Y/L/N)” Fury said “We have the flight in a few hours”
 
You were enjoying breakfast in the gorgeous Thera, in Greece. Your job had been over for a month now and you suggested to go on vacation until something came up, and the beautiful island was the perfect destination to lay low for a while. After a year of being everywhere and fighting everyone, you deserved to rest.
 
You missed home, you missed Sam, and you missed… Did you? In this whole year of being away your mind was so full of things that Steve was not even a thing to think about, not even when you slept, so for that reason you weren’t truly sure if you were still in love with him. Maybe you weren’t, and that was a good thing.
 
“Is there a reason for that?” You asked, munching a mouthful of pancakes.
“I miss home” He answered simply, going back to his orange juice “Do you have a problem with that?”
“No, sir” You replied coldly.
 
It’s not like you had any problems with going back. You thought it would be nice to stop by and check up on everyone’s life, but now that you deeply thought about it, seeing Steve might trigger something inside you. The last time you saw him he was proposing to Sharon, what was going to be now? A tiny blonde kid running around? Were you even ready to see him after a year of being out?
 
Surely you could fight bad guys and everything you encountered, but having avoiding your feelings for so long made you quite reluctant to face them again. Perhaps Fury did things for a reason.
 
“Fury, can I ask you something? You said after a long pause, but still not daring to look at him “Why did you think of me for this job? Natasha was better qualified for this”
“Do you want me to lie or you prefer the truth?”
“I think I deserve the truth” You leaned your back on the chair’s back and put on your glasses.
“I knew how madly in love you were with captain Rogers, and I also knew that he was going to propose to Miss Carter. I care about you (Y/N)” He sighed “You’re at your best when your mind is off from the things that hurt you… And he hurts you, everyone but him could tell” He wasn’t even looking at you but you were sure about his words “You needed the distraction, I needed an agent… You will thank me later about this”
“Will I?” You asked, his response was only a careless shrug.
A private jet was waiting for you after getting things ready. It had no sign whatsoever of being one of Tony’s or SHIELD’s. You looked at the clear sky and silently said goodbye to the beautiful island and got your mind ready for confrontation. The few hours of flying were not enough to keep your mind in peace.
 
Upon arrival, Sam, Steve and Natasha gathered to welcome you back. Natasha ran off with Fury while you stayed with the veterans. Sam updated you a little bit on how things were around the facilities and Steve silently looked at you and observed every little thing you did.
 
Sam headed away after noticing he was being a third wheel.
 
“So, how’s everything?” You asked “How’s the married life?”
“I don’t know about that” Steve laughed loudly “I’m not married”
“God, I’m so sorry” You hurried to apologize, causing Steve to laugh even harder.
“I’m not sad. I mean, kind of. Sharon broke up with me… She knew that after a while, I was not completely in love with her” He shrugged.
“Well, that’s not so bad” You shrugged too “Poor Sharon though… She seemed really in love with you when I accidentally walked on you two”
“Yeah, but she didn’t seem so in love when I walked on her and one of the new recruits having sex in my bed” He rose his eyebrows and pursed his lips “Anyway, enough of me already. How was your year? Where have you been?”
“I’ve been everywhere, to be honest with you” You sighed “Fury has kept me quite busy and I appreciate that… I needed some time out, to clarify my thoughts or at least to keep my mind away from things” You bit your bottom lip before giving away too much information.
“I saw you leaving that night… I wanted to go say goodbye but it didn’t seem like a good thing to do”
“It wouldn’t have been either”
 
You two remained silent as you walked carefree around the facilities. It wasn’t very changed, but it felt different from what it before you left. It was not like going back home at all. You felt slightly uncomfortable, and things were about to get worst.
 
“(Y/N) answer me with the truth, why did you leave?” He grabbed your arm and forced you to look up to him.
“Fury needed me for a job” You shrugged, you were not exactly lying “And I said yes”
“But what made you leave so silently. You never told any of us about this job, and you didn’t say goodbye. And why is that you casually left when I proposed to Sharon? Why that day? Why not any other given day?”
“Because I knew that if I stayed here I wouldn’t function anymore. Fury knew it as well. He said that I was in my best when nothing hurt me”
“And what hurt you?”
“You did, Rogers” You bit your bottom lip to keep it from shivering “I was so desperately in love with you that… You remember when I broke the glass?” He nodded silently “My heart felt like that too. I know it was my fault for not saying it before, but you were with Sharon and you were so happy with her that whatever I said would only cause trouble and that was the last thing I ever wanted” You took your hand to your hair and ran your fingers through it “I might have loved you, but I still wanted you to be happy…”
“You loved me? Past tense?”
“Undefined tense” You replied “You said something about… Not being completely in love with Sharon… Are you in love with someone else?”
“I thought I wasn’t but… You were gone and I guess… You never know what you have until it’s gone”
“You love me?” He replied with a smile and a shrug “It might be too late” You warned.
“But we can try anyway” He caressed your cheek with his thumb as you kept walking.

waste the night is so teen angst its my favorite song on the album everything about it is beautiful from calum’s amazing vocals to mikey’s solo and just everything ugh.. its so underrated and imagining it live makes me cry like this song needs to be in a movie or win a grammy or something… listening to it makes me so happy but sad at the same time

The Way I Loved You

Summary= From nothing to everything, was only a thing he could make her feel. [Modern Day AU].

Pairing= Nalu.

Chapters= One-Shot.

Word Count= 2184.

For= @bloodychuu‘s belated birthday! Thank you so much my twin for allowing me to be your friend! I’m so glad I’m able to talk with you, you’re literally the sweetest person I know, and an amazing artist! Seriously, I’m so happy I went to blog and screamed about your art that day! I hope you enjoy this >.<

Fourth installment of my Taylor Swift’s songs series! [On FF.net]

As soon as the car came to a stop in front of the apartment building, Lucy extended her hand to open the door, but as soon as her fingertips brushed it, he swung it open.

Lucy could only stare at the pavement, and the way raindrops hit it and made it shine. She still wondered why she seemed to have her mind in the clouds this whole day.

“Lucy? Are you okay? You’re going to get cold,” he said, smiling and waiting for her, umbrella on his hand. Such a gentleman.

She blinked a couple of times, before finally getting out of the car. Not a single drop touched her dress, since he put the umbrella over her immediately. He smiled at her. “Lucy, do you want me to walk you to the door?”

A part of her said no. She didn’t want it. Because no matter how nice, or gentleman he was with her, she wasn’t feeling like she should be. From the moment he’d picked her up at the apartment hours ago, and throughout the whole date, she didn’t feel anything at all.

It made her recall the countless times she’d dreamed of the perfect charming prince coming to her rescue. She’d dreamed of the perfect boy, sensible, caring, smart, handsome and nice. And now she’d found him. A boy who would treat her like a princess, and love her as a woman.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked shyly, smiling at her.

He was always smiling, too. Did he ever feel another emotion that didn’t allow him to smile?

Lucy nodded, no words coming to her. She spent a nice day, but at the same time she didn’t.

She saw him pursing his lips together, if only a bit. Soon, they arrived to the living hall of the building, which was incredibly quiet, with only the secretary man half-sleeping in his chair behind the counter.

Lucy prepared herself to say good-bye. It was always the same thing, almost monotone, in all of their dates these last two months. They were still in the process of knowing each other better, but did she really want to know him?

He was sensible and incredible, saying everything she wanted to hear all the time. “You look beautiful tonight,” he’d always say. He respected her and her space, never making her wait.

She’d dare say he was the boy of every girl’s dream.

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anonymous asked:

i had two shots of vodka to forget about luke and her but i still feel like shit :/

babycakes :( the only way i know how to cheer someone up is to

a) tell you the quote my mom always says when i’m upset, “this too shall pass” (i’m getting it tattooed soon) because truly, everything is temporary.

b) rec some really good fluffy writing! kacieblogs has a great domestic series, shutuplashton’s writing always makes me feel schmoopy and happy, and lukes2k16‘s dating series [here, here, and & here] is really awesome, & anything by hemmoful is really good as well as [this] whole list here of writers!!!!

c) listen to break-up playlists because that’s what i’m doing. (specifically from my playlist called “fuck boys”: “you belong with me” - taylor swift, “misery business” - paramore, “ignorance” - paramore, “how to be a heartbreaker” - marina & the diamonds, “gives you hell” - the all american rejects, “really don’t care (feat. cher lloyd)” - demi lovato, “miss moving’ on” - fifth harmony, “potential break up song” - aly & aj, “blow me (one last kiss)” - p!nk, “just one yesterday” - fall out boy (it really pumps me up), “i love it (feat. charlie xcx)” - icona pop, “roar” - katy perry, “goodbye” - kristina debarge, “changing of the seasons” - two door cinema club, “all you had to do was stay” - taylor swift, “i knew you were trouble” - taylor swift, “better than revenge” - taylor swift, “picture to burn” - taylor swift, “independence day” - five seconds of summer, “don’t” - ed sheeran)

d) remember he’s just a boy that probably forgets to put deodorant on 2/7 days of the week and wears the same pair of pants for four days in a row. (not tryna drag him here, just saying that guys sometimes just aren’t worth the heartache unfortunately :/)

hope you feel better soon!!!!!

                WOW. so i recenty reached 1k and i just keep thinking WHY. you’re all so wonderful and talened whilst i’m this awkward potato grateful for having you all here. I’ve had this blog for good 5 months now since rebooting and it’s been such an amazing experience so far. i love this character so much, maria hill is my precious baby and it just makes me feel warm inside to know you people like my portrayal of her this much that you’ve stayed with me. i wish to be around exploring everything that makes her be HER and i wish to have you guys along the way. 


but ok ! i’ll make this short so just let me do some special mentions.

drippingredledgers | em ! wife, love of my life. i’m so glad we met and i’m so glad to have you around to shot out at you on skype about everything. you’re so amazingly talented and i’m so incredibly happy to just call you a friend. your writing in just breathtaking. everything you do leaves me in awe and it’s just inspiring. just writing with you, plotting and crying about out babies lights up my day. i love you darling. 

telocvoviim | cass ! my lovely wife, you’re so gay for me <33 i mean ! i just want to thank you because you’re always so incredibly sweet and lovely. another talented potato and just mind-blowing. i always love reading your stuff because your writing is just perfect. you’re just amazing and i hope you know you mean a lot to me, i love you a lot ok ?

oftargets | ok nanniekin ! you, and your perfect clint and your sweet personality and just everything about you. you’re a blessing omg, everything you write is gold and i’ve said this before but i’ll say it again. your clint is just everything i ever wanted omg. i love u potato.

ironarmored | claudia darling ! you, i believe, are the first tony i ever wrote with in here and i am so in awe everytime i read one of your replies. you allowed me to explore this beautiful yet complicated relationship between Tony&Maria as it is on the comics and i just can’t wait to keep burying myself deeper into it because i’m sure you’ll make it worth it.

lonelyembitteredsoul | ok you ! miranda omg i think i should thank you just for the existance of this blog because you’re so supportive and encouraging. you’re just beautiful and sweet and i hope you save this because it doesn’t happen everytime ok. i love you.

and to you all who’ve been with me and have made this just so perfect. thank you.

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Honeymoon Avenue (Calum Hood)

Requested: Yes

Word count: 1403

Story line: One shot based on the song by Ariana Grande ‘Honeymoon Avenue’.

I looked in my rear view mirror and

It seemed to make a lot more sense

Than what I see ahead of us, ahead of us, yeah.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I didn’t recognize myself. There wasn’t a smile on my lips and my eyes seemed to reflect everything but happiness. I never wondered if I was happy but at that moment, I couldn’t help but think about it.

I turned my head a little bit and I watched the person who was sat next to me, my boyfriend, Calum. He was listening to music with his headphones, as if I wasn’t there. I never realized, until now, how much it bother me that Calum did that when I was around. And for the first time in a long time, it all came together.

I’m ready to make that turn

Before we both crash and burn

Cause that could be the death of us, the death of us, baby

While looking at him, I realized I wasn’t happy with Calum. It had been a while since I felt happy. I didn’t remember the last time I felt happy with him and that wasn’t a good sign. I knew there was only one thing I could possibly do before we both crash and burn and that was breaking up him him. And for surprising that seemed, I didn’t feel a thing when I thought about the end of our relationship. My heart didn’t stop and it didn’t hurt either. But realizing that I no longer loved him the way I did before, it made me sad.

“Baby, let’s go” he said when the car stopped. “They are waiting for us”. I didn’t want to come out, I didn’t want to face all the photographers and fans who were waiting outside but I didn’t want to leave Calum like that. So I put a smile on my face (I could do it without any problem because that was what I was doing for a long time; faking smiles, faking my happiness) and I got off the car. Calum came to my side and took my hand and before start walking, he smiled to me softly.

I smiled to the photographers and to the fans and I waited patiently, along with the other boys’ girlfriends, until we went inside the arena, where the awards were going to take place.

You know how to drive in rain

And you decided not to make a change

Stuck in the same old lane

Going the wrong way home

“You’re so serious today” I raised my head and I looked at Calum, who was looking at me with a roguish smile in his face. He was preparing himself for the performance and because it was a habit for me to go with him at the backstage until he came out to the stage, I did the same that day. “Are you having a bad day?”.

“No” I answered, calmed. “We have to talk, Calum” I heard him laugh a bit and suddenly, I felt his hands grabbing my face and he pressed his lips into mine. I didn’t respond to the kiss but he didn’t realize.

“I hate when you try to make me nervous before a show” he said, thinking I was joking. I wasn’t but I didn’t correct himself. I faked a smile, again, and I mumbled an almost imperceptible ‘sorry’. “Wish me luck?” he asked when one of the guys of their stuff came to the backstage and told them that hey had to go to the stage.

“Good luck” I simply said, kissing his cheek. He seemed satisfied with that and he left the room with a big smile in his face.

I feel like my heart is stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic,

I’m under pressure

Cause I can’t have you the way that I want

Let’s just go back to the way it was

While I was going to the arena, to watch the show, I found myself wishing to go back in time because I wanted to go back to the way it was. Maybe it didn’t hurt but I felt sorry for myself and for him because we spent a lot of great moments together. I wanted him in a way that, right in that moment, it wasn’t possible. Something had changed between me and Calum. We weren’t the same. I wasn’t the same and Calum hadn’t seen that. I felt under pressure because I was the only person who had seen that our relationship wasn’t working and I was starting to realize that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t want things to come to an end.

Hey, what happened to the butterflies?

Guess they encountered that stop sign

And my heart is at a yellow light, a yellow light

When I saw him came to the stage, I didn’t feel a thing. No butterflies, no nothing. My heart didn’t begin to beat faster, my legs didn’t become jelly. Nothing. I felt nothing. It was as if all my senses had encountered the stop sign and my heart was in a yellow light, waiting for my mind to come to a decision.

Maybe I didn’t want things to come to an end but I had to end that relationship because it was going to destroy us.

Hey, right when I think that we found it,

Well, that’s when we start turning around

You’re saying, “Baby, don’t worry,”

But we’re still going the wrong way, baby

From the stage, Calum looked at me and smiled at me. I saw him whispering a “Baby, don’t worry, everything is going to be okay” and he made a funny face. But I didn’t smile. Not that time. And in that moment, he realized that something was wrong.

When we were on Honeymoon Avenue

Honeymoon Avenue

Baby, coastin’ like crazy

Can we get back to the way it was?

The times I felt happy with him it was like we were on our Honeymoon. We laughed, we enjoyed our presences and we made love to each other like the end was going to end the next day. We were the perfect couple, without problems, without anything that could stop us. But, in some point, the flame went off and our love disappeared. We became a simple couple, a simple boring couple that only shared chaste kisses and only made love to each other in special occasions. But, was it love?

They say only fools fall in love

Well, they must’ve been talking about us

“Okay, what’s going on?” he asked when he came back to the backstage. He asked the boys to leave us alone and they did what he asked. “You weren’t joking before, were you?”.

“No, I wasn’t. This isn’t working, Calum” I finally said, letting out a sigh. He looked at me surprised, frowned and raised his hands in confusion.

“What? Since when this isn’t working?”.

“I don’t know. The only thing I know is that I’m not happy. I feel like I’m with you because it what I’m used to do” I saw the pain reflected in his face but I didn’t let that stop me. I had to get all my feelings off my chest. “Come on, Calum. You can’t tell me you thought that everything between us was fine. We are boring together. We don’t share anything. We just talk about our day because if we don’t, we wouldn’t have anything to talk about. I’m not happy with you, okay? And I deserve to be happy”.

And sometimes I feel like I’ve been here before

I could be wrong, but I know I’m right

We gon’ be lost if we continue to fight

Honey I know, yeah,

We can find our way home

We argued for what it seemed like hours but maybe it was minutes. At first, Calum yelled at me. Then, he begged me not to leave him. And although I could be wrong, somehow I knew I was right. We were going to be lost if we continued fighting so I raised my hand and I stopped his begs. “I love you Calum, I do love you but I don’t like you anymore. And if you love me, you’ll let me go”.

He didn’t say anything else. He watched me grabbing my stuff and leaving the room, finding my way home without him by my side.