i do love his shoes

DANCE MAJORS AU. (Part 1, Part 1.5, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3 finale) 
Contemporary Ballet Dancer Shiro is someone everyone admires and basically Everyone’s Crush™ but he already have his eyes set on a certain new hip-hop dancer recruit next door who’s always wearing red. He doesn’t have the guts to ask him out–at all. However, he asks if he could teach him hip-hop dancing. 

Redbubble Shop


“I swear I don’t understand half the things you say!”

We Got Friday Nights

A little friends to lovers drabble/one shot for @thesschesthair​ cos she likes them and she is awesome!

also on ff.net and ao3

When your best friend is gorgeous, smart and one of the most decent people you’d ever met, it makes sense that people would think you were a couple. Of course every time this happened to Killian Jones and Emma Swan they’d laugh it off and say there was no chance that anything like that could ever happen.

They were friends - for almost five years - and they quite liked it that way.

Only one time, she had seriously considered it.

They were in the middle of this health kick - running a few times a week after Emma had almost collapsed chasing a skip up a fire escape. Killian had offered to run with her - it wasn’t safe for her to be running around on her own, he’d said - she’d rolled her eyes and reminded him that she could take care of herself and that Storybrooke was hardly the crime capital of New England. He’d still insisted on joining her.

One Saturday he’d knocked on her apartment door, too early for the sun even to have peeked over the horizon. The park was deserted as they pounded the trails in companionable silence until it began to rain. A fine mist at first, it quickly graduated into a heavy downpour with large, freezing drops saturating them in seconds as they raced to the cover of the trees.

Killian laughed when she slipped in the mud, his hands coming up to her waist to halt her fall -  they were warm, even through her soaked t-shirt. He was close enough she could really appreciate those damn blue eyes of his that never saw him leave a bar without at least one phone number (wanted or not). His hair had fallen over those eyes. She’d told him a dozen times to cut it and he always just shrugged. Water dripped down those silky tendrils, drizzling across his cheek. Dazed, she’d stared at his perfect face.

For a second, she’d forgotten who he was ( her best friend ) and why they’d never been more than that (she didn’t do relationships or men in general, he just didn’t do commitment). For a moment he was just a handsome, perfect guy who she was very attracted to… so she reached up and brushed away the rogue strands, her fingers sliding down his cheek, reluctant to break the contact. It was okay- just for that moment - to let herself get lost in the smile he gave her and to imagine what it would be like to kiss those lips and for those hands to tighten at her waist and draw her close.

They’d hugged a thousand times. But that was different, because he was her friend and every hug they shared was devoid of that pulling tension she felt right then. Warmth radiated from him as the rain tumbled through the pine trees. She let herself daydream for a few perilous moments about a “them” - a dream of cozy dates and tangled limbs and kisses and-

Then, of course, reality kicked in. The rain vanished, the sun replacing it in the blink of an eye. He’d tugged on her shoulder, rousing her out of the dream as he asked her if she was ready to head back. She’d smiled and nodded, avoiding his gaze until her feet found that rhythm again on the mossy footpaths, each step pushing that idea further away.

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Forced To Love

“This is it.” Y/N stated, her voice void of emotion. Her hairdresser nodded, running her fingers through Y/N’s long H/C locks.

“Yup. Aren’t you excited?” The hairdresser piped, smiling into the mirror. Y/N forced a smile, fidgeting with her hands in her lap.

“Yeah….I’m real excited….” Y/N said dryly, letting out a sigh.

“You don’t love him, do you?” The stylist asked, spinning Y/N around in her chair.

Y/N nodded solemnly, standing up, brushing off her dress.

“You really do look beautiful, Y/N.” She commented, placing her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N smiled and thanked her, before exiting the room.

She sighed loudly, plopping down onto the couch outside the room. The church was decorated beautifully, had this wedding been with someone else, she might’ve been able to enjoy the gorgeous decorations.

“You look stunning, Y/N.” her head shot up, her eyes landing on the body of a certain Jack Maynard.

“T-Thanks…” She mumbled, her cheeks flushing red. Jack gave her a smile, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“I’m really happy for you, ya know.” He said, shifting his feet.

“Thanks, Jack.” Is all she said, she didn’t need to say more. He understood her silence, engulfing her into a hug. She buried her face in his shoulder, tears running down her face.

“Shhhh….Don’t cry, it’ll smudge your makeup, love.” Jack whispered into her ear. Pushing her off of him, wiping away her tears. He gave her a smile, placing his hand on her cheek.

She gave a watery giggle, nodding her head.

“Yeah…You’re right…” She chuckled, patting her eyes with a handkerchief.

“You look lovely too, Jack.” She motioned at his suit, a silky black material with a white undershirt. She smiled at the white rose in his chest pocket.

“My favourite.” She said, running her fingers over the delicate petals.

“I remembered. Now, should we make our way to the doors?” Oh yeah, she remembered, Jack was to walk her down the aisle.

“Sure.” Was all she had to say.

The reality of the situation hit her fast. She was about to marry a man she did not love. She pulled the veil over her face to hide the pain, closing her eyes tightly. She took a deep breath as the pianist began to play, the doors opening wide.

Everyone had their eyes on her as she walked, Jack’s arm intertwined with hers. He gave her an encouraging smile as she glanced his way, placing a kiss to her cheek as she got to the alter.

He took his seat in the crowd beside Conor and Joe, both who gave him a smile of pity as he sighed.

Beside Y/N was Anna, her face practically glowing, her smile huge. Zoë was there too, her hair done up beautifully, adoring a gorgeous black cocktail dress and stunning makeup. On the opposite side, Brent stood there, a smile on his face, his mates standing behind him, all grinning.

If Y/N hadn’t have loved someone else, Brent would’ve been perfect for her. He was attractive, she’d admit; But he wasn’t Jack.

Jack, her childhood friend. The only one who could make her smile when the only thing she wanted to do was cry.

Jack, her highschool crush. The one she’d spend countless nights curled up on her couch up next to, burying her face in his side when the movie got too scary.

Jack, the one she loved.

Jack, the one she couldn’t be with.

She took a nervous breath as the priest started talking, the rings placed in front of them by a shaky handed B/F/N.

“Do you, Brent Tautum, take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife?” The man asked, looking at Brent. He nodded, smiling at Y/N.

“I do.”

“And do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Brent Tautum to be your husband?” This was it. This was the moment. She couldn’t say no in front of all these people, all eagerly waiting for her to say yes and for the two to exchange their first kiss as a married couple.

“I-I-I do…” She stuttered, looking at the rings. She couldn’t make eye contact with Brent. He wasn’t allowed to see the heartbreak in her eyes.

“Any objections of this wonderful marriage?” The priest asked, “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” She hoped and prayed someone would interject.

Someone did.

“I object.” Gasps of horror filled the room, and she looked over at the crowd.

“I object as well.” Hands across her side of the audience began to raise their hands. All who were close friends of Y/N.

She smiled at Jack, he was a wonderful friend.

“Y/N, I know you’re up there to marry Brent, to prove you’ll spend the rest of your wonderful life with him, living happily ever after. But I had to tell you this. I love you. I’ve loved you since primary school, sitting on the swing set with our ice cream cones, making animals out of the clouds. I love you, always have, always will.” Jack sat back down as he finished, tears streaking down his cheeks. Conor stood up, giving his brother a smile before looking to Y/N.

“Y/N, I’ve seen you with Jack, you’d be happier with him. You don’t love Brent the way he loves you or the way you love Jack. I’ve seen the way you look at him, with love and caring in your eyes. You love him Y/N, don’t you?” Conor gave Y/N at look as he sat down, wrapping his arm around Jack’s shoulders.

She glanced at Brent. He had a nervous look on his face, playing with his fingers he stared at his shoes.

“…I’m sorry Brent, but yes. I do love him…”

Love-Sirius Black Imagine

Hello everyone, my requests are still open, but I may take a bit longer to post because my exams are coming up soon. I am still taking all requests though, so please feel free to send them in! Hope you enjoy! xo

“I love you,” Sirius blurts, his cheeks turning a brilliant shade of pink. 

“I love you too, Sirius,” Y/N replies, ruffling his hair. They said it to each other practically every day; they’re best friends after all.

“No, I love you as more than just a friend. I love you like James loves Lily, or like Remus loves chocolate. I love you,” he breathes, his eyes searching her face, pleading for her to understand. 

“Oh,” Y/N whispers, unable to say anything else.

“It’s okay if you don’t love me back. I just had to tell you,” Sirius mumbles, looking down at his shoes.

“I do love you, Sirius. But…as a brother,” she says quietly.

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anonymous asked:

I thought i was the only one who like Louis' outfit that night! Despite the shoes, i do love his outfit & layering strategy!

I think majority of ppl liked it? tbqh I don’t really follow what people think anymore because there is so much resentment towards him wearing “streetwear” (lmao) and him getting gifted which is one of the most ridiculous and laughable concepts to be mad about this fandom established lately. anyway, I did like it except for the sneakers! however I did appreciate the fact those were a big step away from his regular footwear choices which makes me think he is open to experimenting and going into more futuristic or adventurous styles in footwear and that’s amazing. also, his layering strategy, hell yeah! i loved the big sweater with that hoodie that brought in a pop of white and then an oversized jacket with some really cool detailing (I knew he’d look so good in off—white, I freaking told ya) I definitely think lately louis has done a lot to move forward with his style and my favorite thing is it’s really distinguishable and he stays true to himself even when he steps up his game. I’m really excited for what comes next

Everyone has such beautiful headcanons or AUs for people like “I bet Akaashi plays the violin” and “Suga would totally be loving and gentle with children.”

But all my headcanons are along the lines of, “Hinata smells like straight up nasty sweat 24/7” and “Suga CANNOT handle children whatsoever,” and of course “Akaashi is a total glutton who eats with HORRIBLE etiquette.”

I just really enjoy making these boys more awkward than they already are I guess…

I Do

A man
who does not love me
anymore, laces up his best shoes,
slides a ring onto another girl’s finger.
And I eat cake by the handful, play
“The Way You Look Tonight,” and
dance barefoot in the wet grass
of my backyard. And it is
the most joyous occasion.
When I said, “I will love you forever,”
I meant, I will love you
until I stop loving you. And then,
I will leave gently.
I will hope your next good love lasts
the rest of your life. And I do.
I do.

“Damn mechanics…”

“Damn engineers…”

nikkiheats - Raven #10 + Bonus Wick #17 (૭ ఠ༬ఠ)૭

I’m currently reading Avengers/Invaders, circa 2008, where the Invaders are accidentally transported from the midst of WWII to Manhattan in 2008 in the middle of the Civil War. Invaders!Bucky manages to come face to face with Bucky!Cap……..and I may have flipped out, too full of emotions to function properly.

Which is when I finally knew exactly what I should commission the fantastic kelslk to draw. Look at this brilliance; it’s absolute perfection. She is phenomenal and I’m utterly in love with this.

So I tried making a thing..

anonymous asked:

What's YOUR favorite thing about Luke? :)

(how much time do you have because I definitely picked more than one I essentially just waxed poetic for a thousand words)

I talk about this so, so much it’s probably annoying at this point but I love that Luke’s so funny like, we have the absolute same sense of humour and there are so many times he says things and i’m like ? why isn’t anyone laughing at him that was so funny? and i love when he doesn’t know he’s funny and i love it even more when he knows he’s funny and he needs someone to reassure him and acknowledge how funny he is or how cool or how clever he is like when he did that card flip in the cards against humanity interview and he’s cool for like 5 seconds before he needs to make sure his coolness was documented and all the cool points he just earned disappear and he’s back to being a dork. 

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