No Control | Chapter Thirty-Five


Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

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“Harry!” I shriek in laughter, swatting his hand away. He’s been stealing my frozen yogurt for the past twenty minutes, and I’ve had enough of it.

“Just one more spoonful, love,” he begs with his own chuckle. He’s persistently trying to wiggle his spoon around my parrying hand, some melted bits of frozen yogurt dripping from the tip.

“You’ve already eaten most of my bowl!” I protest, cheeks hurting from how much smiling I’ve done tonight. “And now you’re dripping everywhere!” I motion to my wrist that now has drops of his chocolate yogurt all over it from trying to fight him off. 

“I’ll buy you another one,” he promises, grabbing at my wrist.

“I don’t want another one! I wanted this one that I painstak—” My sentence cuts off in a gasp as his lips press to the inside of my wrist, his warm tongue dragging along my pulse point as he cleans up the mess he’s made. He’s looking into my eyes as he does it, his own heavy-lidded. It’s much too sexual for us having been giggling at each other only a moment before and being very much in public just outside the shoppe. There’s been no paparazzi that I can see, but that doesn’t mean there’s not eager fans with their phones just waiting for us to do something scandalous. And the way Harry’s looking at me now can be filed under that classification.

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anonymous asked:

can I have some recipes for a young angel? anything soft and sweet, and without meat? maybe something colourful if you could work it in, but it's not a must!!


Here’s some soft sweet things for you. 

Raspberry and Rosewater Panna Cotta

Lavender Vanilla Bean French Beignets

Raspberry Mojito Cupcakes

Lavender Cupcakes with Honey Frosting

French Almond Cake with Lavender Lemon Glaze

Pineapple Fluff

Vanilla Rosewater Cupcake

Rosewater Marshmallows

There you go! Have a great day/night! Thanks for the request. ♥

anonymous asked:

How was going it alone for Harry? How was the crowd around you?

So, in San Francisco I went with two friends. but we had floor tickets so we were surrounded by a lot of people during the 12 hours we queued - most of whom were very nice. But good lord there were some really gross people there talking about what they wanted to do to Harry (sexually) and someone AirDropped his nude selfie so it landed on everyone’s phone which was just 😕. But overall people were very friendly and we met a bunch of cool larries there and the vibe when MUNA played was great! 

Last night I went to the show in LA and met up with a big group of larries, but I had a seat by myself. I was nervous about it because I actually haven’t ever been to a concert alone before. But everyone around me was chill and when Harry got the rainbow flag there was a lot of cheering, so that felt really good. I’m kind of introverted (and a thousand years older than everyone around me) so I didn’t talk to the people next to me last night, but the rest of my friends who were there (we all had single seats) said they met really nice people and it was a great vibe. I wouldn’t worry at all about going alone. I have a feeling the face that so many people had single tickets helped with any kind of negative behavior because even if I was sitting next to an anti, she didn’t have friends with her to talk about it with - you know? 

If you’re worrying about hanging out before the show on your own, see if you can put feelers out for other larries going so you can meet up. I know both @concertteamup and @beccasafan have lists organized. 

And most importantly, have an AWESOME time because he puts on such a great show!

saxgoddess25  asked:

For your fic prompt: Drizella as Hooked Queen's daughter. ;)

It was a suspiciously quiet evening at her bar, but Ronnie didn’t pay much mind to it. After all, this break in the chaos gave her time to organize her books and clean house. She was about to close early to do just that when she heard the familiar bell followed by a creaking door. “Great, there goes my night off.” Ronnie flung the towel she was holding over her shoulder and walked out behind the bar to see the only person she could always count on to show up. “Ivy, if it isn’t my trusted regular. What can I do you for?“ 

She rocked back and forth on her heels, she’d never exactly been good at keeping still. Ivy was kind of a mystery, as she’d always come in to tell a story about her mother and drink some kind of cocktail. Ronnie figured that while she wasn’t getting paid enough to be a therapist, the girl was nice company amongst some unpleasant customers. Ivy placed her purse onto the bar and sighed. “Today’s been difficult, Ronnie. I think I need bourbon. On the rocks.” She paused and looked down “double. Make it a double." 

Ronnie smirked and got to work making the drink. "Kid, I worry about your drinking. Are you sure you don’t have some kind of problem?” Ivy’s lips formed a tight line and she eventually smiled back. “I don’t really come here for your drinks.” The older woman turned towards Ivy with drink in hand, placed a straw in it and put it on a napkin. “Oh come on, I’m a better bartender than I am a listener.” She was kidding, but not really. Ivy shook her head. She always dressed so formally, and Ronnie guessed she must work in an office setting. She couldn’t imagine having to wear clothes like that every day. She dried her hands on her jeans and sat next to the younger woman, looking around at the desolate tables. 

“Despite how busy I clearly am tonight, I’m all ears.” Ivy turned to face her, looking into her eyes, her face going solemn. “Do you ever feel like your life’s been a lie? Like there’s something you’re missing but you can’t pinpoint it?” Ronnie squinted slightly, not understanding the question. “Can’t say that I do. I live a simple life though, so I can’t say it would be… impossible to feel that way. Is this about your mom again?” Ivy let out a laugh, almost spilling the bourbon she’d just taken into her mouth. She managed to swallow “It’s always about my mom, Ronnie.” The older woman nodded and reached behind the bar for a bottle of apple flavored vodka, pouring herself a shot. Ivy continued “I can’t do this anymore. I’ve been coming here for months and it hasn’t worked." 

Ronnie downed her shot and glanced at Ivy with a knowing look. "It’s never gonna work when you come to a bartender for your life problems. You need other support too.” Ivy took photos of herself out of her purse and quickly placed them on the table. “This is me when I was eighteen. That’s my dad.” She pointed to a handsome man with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. The picture was strange. Ronnie had never seen a forest like that one. The man was wearing a black leather jacket and Ivy was wearing a dress you couldn’t find anywhere around Seattle. Something made Ronnie’s heart jump, and she looked away from the image. Usually when that happened, she was about to have a panic attack. She placed a hand on her stomach as she often did to calm her breathing. 

“Do you still talk to him?” She didn’t skip a beat before replying “I do, I show him old pictures of me and my mom a lot. He’s a cop now, he used to be… he used to be a ship captain in the navy.“ Ronnie nodded and listened. "That’s cool. You’ve never talked about your dad before.” Her breathing had calmed down, and her heartbeat felt normal again. She dropped her hand, noticeably more relaxed. “I can’t do it anymore. The waiting game has to stop. There’s a reason he’s never come here, you know. There’s a reason you haven’t ever been to the police station. You’re not supposed to, because if you do, you might actually recognize him." 

Ronnie stood, very unsteady on her feet. "I think we’ve both had too much to drink. Maybe I should close up.” Ivy grabbed Ronnie’s hand and held on tight. “No, this is her doing. This is Victoria. Please. Fight your urges and look at me, listen to me. You can break this.” She moved her hands to Ronnie’s face just as a man came in through the door. The man from the photo. “Ivy? You asked me to meet you here…” His eyes went wide as he saw Ronnie for the first time, and he thought he recognized her. He realized she was the woman in the picture. He couldn’t look at her for long in person either. He focused his attention on Ivy, very confused. “You’re…. the town bartender is your mother?” If the look on Officer Roger’s face was confusion, the look on Ronnie’s was disbelief. 

“What is he talking about?” She stepped back, uneasy and ready to tell them both to get the hell out. Ivy unfolded a photo of herself with the man, and revealed a third person in it. Ronnie. Her head spun, and she felt sick. This wasn’t right. What game was Ivy playing? “What kind of joke is this? Do you actually have this much time on your hands? Get out.” Officer Rogers didn’t look any more pleased with the situation. He backed away to leave, putting his hands up. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have come.” Ivy ran to him, pleading. “Please. Look at her. Just actually look at her before you leave." 

She led him to where Ronnie stood, the bartender’s eyes wide and hand back on her stomach. The man’s ocean blue eyes met hers, and time stopped. Ronnie was sure she was finally having that panic attack. She shut her eyes tightly. Ivy looked desperate. "I’ve tried to get you to remember gently. I know this is hard but it’s the only way. Please. What do you see?” Ivy took the man’s hand and placed it on Ronnie’s, and a slew of images swam through her head. A forest, a horse, a pirate, a ship, a castle, a ballgown. She opened her eyes, knowing full well she was going crazy. But when she met the man’s eyes again, there was something familiar there. 

He looked at her and nodded, and Ronnie knew that meant he’d seen it too. He placed his hand on The woman’s cheek and stroked it lovingly, letting out a breath he’d been holding. “Regina.” At the mention of that name from his lips, every image she’d seen became a memory. The Enchanted forest, Rocinante, Killian, his ship, their castle, their wedding. Regina’s eyes watered and lit up. “Killian? Oh my god, Killian!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with a passion she now remembered she knew all too well. 

The meeting of their lips created a blinding light. Ivy stared on with tears in her eyes. Regina looked at her, and it wasn’t Ivy looking back. “Drizella… my beautiful girl, you did it. You found us.” Killian beamed, and they wrapped their arms around their daughter. The battle wasn’t over. Killian’s face changed, his brows furrowing and jaw clenching. “Where the hell is she? Where is Tremaine?" 

kawaiiusagi2  asked:

Oh # 5 for animes 😉 also a follow up: what was your first 3 animes? Thanks and have a great night!!

i did 5 (it’s >here<) but what an awesome addendum to that anime question!!!

What are the first 3 animes you ever watched?

okay~ there are three ways to look at this… first three i didn’t know were anime, the first i was exposed to knowing it was anime, and first three i sought out on my own.

so the first i ever saw without really realizing it was “anime” were:

1. Samurai Pizza Cats - it was on at like 3am and i had insomnia as a child
2. Drangon Ball - also on in the early am’s again, insomnia meant i saw it
3. Sailor Moon - because who didn’t see Sailor Moon in the 90′s???

I had a best friend growing up with an older brother who loved “the classics”, so the first three animes i saw in a “this is anime, you’ll love it” sense (which i was probably too young to see at the time! lol!) were:

1. Ranma ½
2. Patlabor
3. Record of Lodoss War

and the first animes i watched purely for the “i love anime! i love this show!” feels were probably:

1. Digimon
2. Gundam Wing
3. Evangelion

I’ve watched… so much anime. SO MUCH. so many that i can’t possibly remember them all. some stick with you, and some fade away. i’d love to have all the time in the world to revisit so many of the ones i can only just barely see in my memory!!!! and i’m super sad that there are so many that young people today will probably never get to see!!! i wish there was just a big archive of it on the internet! (oT   v To) anime has been a huge, HUGE part of my life! and i love sharing it with others!!! <3 <3 <3

i wish we could all have anime watching nights together!!!! (ノ^ヮ^)ノ*:・゚✧

i’m currently doing Asks from >this< list, if anybody wants to take part! :D






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