i love the seventies oh my god

anonymous asked:

Dear Mais, I just loved how Queenie questioned Omkara today! Love her dialogues these days. Waiting for your episodic analysis. On the other hand, I'm so glad that she didn't hang around with Bhavya and Anika in their detective mission. Bhavya's dialogue delivery is like the cops in the seventies. Poor Anika has to bear her alone now. Though I'm still low key hoping that Anika-Gauri turn out to be sisters. What about you?

OH MY GOD!! Like it was SOOOOOOO easy to fast forward the episode yesterday ya know? I was all, “Annika..tujhe hi ye Anda mubarak ho!” I can sit through individual Annika scenes and can totally love her scenes with Queenie but put her with ACP Anda and the skip becomes by default a skip one for me. Between Annika and Gauri, I’d happily have Annika deal with ACP Anda.

Honestly, I’d LOVE to see Annika-Gauri as sisters! I’d love for Gauri to be Annika’s Chutki. They already have a very sisterly bond with each other and you can just imagine how Chandu and Shrenu would nail the emotions of that moment when these sisters reunite. My personal wish is to have a scene where Annika finds out that Gauri is her Chutki but Gauri is blissfully unaware of her past with Annika. Like imagine Gauri hurting herself a little in the kitchen and Annika rushes there when she sees it and hugs Gauri and asks her with tears running down her eyes, “Tu theek hai na? Tujhe kuch hua toh nahin? Kaise rahi thi tu itne saal? Mujhe maaf karde!” And Gauri stands there, stunned not having any idea why Bhaujai is being so emotional over one little prick of her finger. Honestly I wouldn’t mind some MAJOR angsty wala track for these sisters where Annika is DYING to tell everything to Gauri about their past but Gauri has confessed that her life started when her parents adopted her in Bareilly. “Usse pehle ki zindagi ke baare mein humein kuch yaad nahin aur na hi yaad karna chahte hain..” Like..I wouldn’t mind these sisters having a good proper reuniting track.

BUT JUST THESE TWO!! If ACP Anda is also somehow their sister that I wouldn’t want Gauri to be anyone related to them. Mujhe ye zabardasti ka triangle nahin chaiye. Annika can have Bhavya as her Chutki (which doesn’t make sense cuz Bhavya ke past mein she also lost a little sister) I’m sure GulNeet will come up with some random track to make them work. It just SUCKS that we have to YET AGAIN sacrifice a bond which otherwise would’ve been SO much fun to watch because of ACP Anda’s zabardasti ka involvement in it.

dad and i watch captain america: the winter soldier
  • dad: oh god it's starting shut up i've been waiting for this for months
  • (movie starts)
  • dad: THESE ARE THE BICEPS OF FREEDOM
  • dad: i don't know what's happening but the french guy fighting cap looks like french macklemore
  • me: how do you even know who macklemore is?
  • dad: i'm hip. i'm cool
  • me: don't you do it
  • dad: i'm gonna pop some tags, only got 20 baguettes in my pocket
  • (five minutes later)
  • dad: is that the Falcon? that's totally the Falcon
  • me: how do you know?
  • dad: i used to read the comic books trust me on this i'm an expert. his superpower was that he could talk to birds
  • me: birds?
  • dad: i mean in hindsight it probably wasn't the most useful thing ever
  • dad: if this winter soldier is supposedly a ghost in the machine that nobody's ever seen, and nobody will ever catch, you would think showing up in broad daylight and blowing up cars would not be his modus operandi
  • dad: how the heck did he laser through concrete??
  • me: idk dad it's nick fury he can probably do whatever he wants
  • dad: i'm sorry attractive nurse who just so happens to live next door, my heart belongs to a seventy year russian dude with a bionic arm
  • me: what
  • dad:
  • dad: nick fury isn't dead. justice never dies. he probably has a billion clones in some top secret storage facility, just waiting for their organ harvest.
  • me: ew dad gross no
  • dad: i really relate to that apple store employee
  • me: we all do dad
  • dad: oh that's that guy from the first movie! i remember him! he was my favorite, his eyes were so blue, and he loved steve so much. i wanted them to get together
  • me: dad good god
  • dad: he was a little less marilyn manson at that point though
  • dad: not that guyliner isn't a good look for this guy
  • dad: when a deadly russian assassin wears eyeliner, it's 'he's so dreamy' and 'wow what a badass'
  • dad: but when i do it it's 'you're too old' and 'bald guys can't pull off make-up'
  • me: dad it was halloween and it was one time you need to let this go
  • dad: so bucky barnes, aka cute cocky guy who died in the first movie, aka steve roger's best friend/boyfriend, is a top secret super scary brainwashed hydra agent?
  • me: mmm-hm
  • dad: called it
  • dad: do you think single handedly destroying jets is just a common, everyday thing for cap? punch a few tanks, feed a few pigeons, take out a plane, help old ladies cross the street...
  • dad: captain america is like your grandad minus the booze and the cussing
  • dad: in all honesty that was a little anti-climactic
  • dad: i was 100% sure nick fury was gonna descend majestically from the heavens, 'All I do is Win' blaring in the background, and single-handedly save everyone's ass
  • dad: scarjo and chris evans are two of the most beautiful people in the world and they are both in this movie and i don't know how to feel about it i have butterflies in my stomach i'm a schoolboy again
  • me: you know on second thought we should have brought mom
  • dad: where's hawkeye? where's bruce? where's tony? where's thor? WHERE ARE ALL THE OTHER AVENGERS AS THE ENTIRETY OF SHIELD IS COMPROMISED AND NICK FURY DIES
  • me: maybe they figured steve could handle it
  • dad: maybe they're all lazy assholes

deathbycoldopen  asked:

For the prompt meme, could you do #33 for kic viktuuri? (◠‿◠✿)

The way you said “I love you.“ | On a post-it note

i changed it, kinda. special thanks to @katsukiyuuristrophyhusband​ for their help describing the outfit :) 

It’s got to be a mistake.

“Yuuri, oh my god,” Phichit squeals through a mouth of chow fun. His eyes are wide as saucers.

It’samistakeit’samistakeit’samistake.

“Shut up, I can hear you thinking. You nerd.” Phichit rolls his eyes. He makes a beckoning gesture with the chopsticks in his hand. “Lemme see it again.”

Yuuri grudgingly hands over the binder mockup of HMC’s next issue. It’s thick; seventy-something pages long and covered in various notes after a full day of being passed around between each department. Yuuri’s meant to proofread them and deliver a report to Victor in the morning.

“Don’t get oil on it,” he mumbles. He helps himself to chunks of braised tofu as Phichit flips through the pages, thumbing at the pink post-it notes.

Pink post-it notes. Victor’s notes.

“One, two… three… four… five, six—six! Six love letters so far and I’m still only on page five,” Phichit exclaims. He slaps his thigh excitedly with his chopsticks hand, flinging drops of vegetable oil onto the hardwood floor of their living room.

“They’re not love letters,” Yuuri insists, blushing furiously. He squirms where he’s sat cross-legged on the floor at the coffee table and gives his friend a warning look. “They’re just…” He trails off, not really knowing how to describe the several post-its containing variations of

Show Y♡
Check with Y♡
♡Thoughts, Y?

And a very ominous ♡♡YK♡♡ over a Dolce & Gabbana advertisement of a model wearing suede hot pants and a matching cropped bralette.

“They’re just love letters, yeah,” Phichit finishes for him, snorting. He gazes dreamily back at the binder. “So what did he do, just hand you the binder and say, ‘Please give me a comprehensive report and your un-manicured hand in marriage by the morning?’

Yuuri grinds through the tofu in his mouth and swallows quickly. Glares at him all the while. “No. He said, ‘Please have the comprehensive report by the morning, I know it’s heavy so you can take your leave early. Don’t skimp on the details.’” 

He doesn’t say why he’s got this memorized. He doesn’t say that he’s almost no longer needed to take down notes on anything Victor tells him anymore because he remembers every word that leaves his mouth. 

Don’t skimp on the details,” Phichit echoes. He gives Yuuri a funny look. “He’s so weird. Why doesn’t he ask you out like a normal person?”

“He doesn’t want to ask me out. He’s just…” Yuuri makes an exasperated noise and runs a hand through his hair. “Confusing.”

So, so confusing.

When Yuuri hands Victor the binder and the report in the morning, the editor-in-chief holds up one hand to signal for him to wait. Yuuri waits patiently as he scans the report, watches Victor’s eyebrows knit together and his teeth sink into his bottom lip.

Victor nods when he finishes. “Very good. Yeah.” He coughs and looks up at Yuuri. “Was that all?”

Yuuri feels his face heat up. Was he meant to acknowledge the hearts after all? He did end up leaving a—

“Chris said he’d bring by more sketches later, didn’t he?” Victor asks, then.

Yuuri flushes, shoulder sagging. Of course. Of course. He doesn’t know why he keeps letting Phichit’s words get to his head; he always ends up wrong. “He said he’d have them in by noon.”

“Sounds great.” Victor gives a close-lipped smile and nods again, turning back to binder. Yuuri takes that as his dismissal and steps out, cursing himself all the while. He sincerely hopes Victor had missed the —YK♡ he’d left at the bottom of the report.

Platonic/BroTP prompts

~Almost all of the prompt memes I see going around are at least mostly romantic ones, but platonic friendships are so important and fun to write about so I thought I’d make this! Send a name of a character and a number and I’ll write a short fic about my favorite friendship of that character.~


1. “I don’t think you understand how much this means to me.”

2. “You are the best friend I’ve ever had, and I don’t want to lose that.”

3. “Newsflash, I’m still really fucking gay.”

4. “I…I hate you.”

5. “That was the worst pun I have ever heard, you idiot.”

6. “You’re such a nerd.”

7. “Oh, God, why do I know you?”

8. “This! This is why we are best friends!”

9. “I WILL FIGHT THEM FOR YOU!”

10. “Who do I need to kill?”

11. “Holy shit why do you have a cat in your backpack?”

12. “Can I borrow a piece of paper?” “No, I don’t want it back.” “Shut the fuck up you knew what I meant.”

13. “Do you need me to come take care of you?”

14. “I told you so.”

15. “Don’t you dare say I told you so.”

16. *just a facepalm*

17. “You look like crap.” “Thanks.”

18. “Call me back.”

19. “It’s been ten minutes and you haven’t texted me back, are you still alive?”

20. “Movie night?”

21. “Get your butt over here.”

22. “Look at this picture.”

23. “I…I think I’m gonna cry.”

24. “This is without a doubt the nicest thing you’ve ever done for me…Am I about to die?”

25. “Did you kill someone? Hold on, I’ll be right over to help you hide the body.”

26. “Stop smirking or I will stab you.”

27. “How are you doing? And don’t lie.”

28. “You really love them, don’t you?”

29. “I’m making popcorn.”

30. “I have invented a new game–No, it’s nothing like the last game. That one was just a bad idea.”

31. “I bought you a teddy bear.”

32. “Aw, does someone need a hug–holy shit, okay, you do need a hug.”

33. “You’re gonna be fine, nerd.”

34. “Nothing could possibly have prepared me for this moment.”

35. “You’re my new best friend.”

36. “You’re basically home to me.”

37. “I’m bringing you soup and a blanket and I’m gonna stay as long as you need me.”

38. “I fucking love you.”

39. “Don’t push it.”

40. “Road trip. You, me, the world.”

41. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

42. “Do you remember that day?”

43. “You need to play this video game.”

44. “You’re going down.”

45. “Dude. Chill.”

46. “If all else fails, we should just get married.”

47. “That was surprisingly deep.”

48. “There’s a new guy/girl at school/work and I think I’m in love.”

49. “I drew you a picture.”

50. “Oh, my God, you’re wonderful.”

51. “You’re acting really upset. Are you okay?”

52. “I need you right now.”

53. “Okay, but hear me out–laser tag only the floors are trampolines.”

54. “You’re one to talk.”

55. “YOU LITTLE SHIT.”

56. “That was a bad idea.”

57. “Oh, no, no, no, please stop crying.”

58. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hate me, but…I dropped your phone and the screen cracked.”

59. “Did you seriously just take seventy selfies on my phone? I HANDED IT TO YOU TWENTY SECONDS AGO THAT ISN’T POSSIBLE!”

60. “Please tell me that wasn’t permanent marker.”

61. “Go on the roller coaster with me?”

62. “I didn’t mean to!”

63. “They don’t deserve you.”

64. “Listen–and I’m telling you this as a friend–you need to change clothes.”

65. “Oh, honey…”

66. “If I’m going down, I’m dragging you with me.”

67. “Eh, we’re both going to hell anyway.”

68. “I’m disowning you.”

69. “What would you do without me?” “Have an actual social life.” “That’s fair.”

70. “Cross my heart.”

71. “That’s really gay.”

72. “Your music taste is atrocious, but I still love you.”

73. “I failed another test. I’m going to die.”

74. “Time isn’t real.”

75. “With that kind of logic, you’d make a great lawyer.”

76. “You look fine as hell.”

77. “Have I ever told you that I love you?” “Yeah, but you can tell me again.” “Nah.”

78. “What could possibly have possessed you to make you think I’d be okay with that?”

79. “You know you love me.”

80. “Okay, but seriously. Your loss.”

81. “I’m going to eat the whole thing.” “Do NOT eat the whole thing!” “…I ate the whole thing.”

82. “I can’t believe you’d go behind my back like this!”

83. “You look sad. Let’s go get ice cream.”

84. “I need a hug. A several hour long hug.” “I’ll be right over.”

85. “If you get hurt, I will kill them.”

86. “Everything hurts. I’m dying.” “Don’t be so dramatic.”

87. “I don’t like it when you cry, it makes me feel so helpless.”

88. “You should stay the night.”

89. “I expected more from you!”

90. “….WHAT?”

91. “I know it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, but…”

92. “I’m sorry, okay?”

93. “I can’t lose you like this.”

94. “Take a deep breath. It’s gonna be fine.”

95. “Dance with me, you nerd.”

96. “What did I do to deserve you?”

97. “You are actually the worst person I have ever met.”

98. “That was magical. Thank you.”

99. “Hello!”

100. “Goodbye, my friend.”

After All This Time

Originally posted by captain-meatball-rogers

Originally posted by thatplaidnerd

Steve Rogers x Reader

After All This Time

Author: Morgan

Prompt: hi! could you do a Steve Rogers imagine where she’s like the only girl who really liked and payed attention to him when he was pre-serum and somehow she’s still the same age when he comes out of the ice (like she was experimented on or something) but now because steve is tall and buff, he keeps getting lots of attention from other girls and the reader thinks he has forgotten her. But instead he brushes off other girls and likes the reader because they noticed him before the serum? Thanks!

Note: Awwwwwwww precious baby steeeeeve

Warnings: None?

Another day at S.H.I.E.L.D. passed slowly, dragging on. You poured coffee into your mug and wiped your brow. You had been here at this base since the forties. You watched Peggy and Howard form the SSR into something more, and met the greats, Hank Pym, Phil Coulson, Natasha Romanov. An extraordinary life.

You had been here when Fury started his training. You taught him to pull a trigger. You comforted the famed Black Widow from nightmares when she was a teen and accompanied Clint on his first missions. You started Phil Coulson’s Captain America trading card obsession when you gave him the old cards, claiming they had been sitting in your room for much too long.

Phil loved to listen to you spin tales of the Howling Commandos and the famed Steve Rogers, Captain America, dressed in red, white, and blue. But you had known him before all of the fame, the muscles, the fangirls swooning over his every move.

Very few knew the secret that you hadn’t descended from Steve’s long lost lover, a humble waitress in Brooklyn. You were her.

***

“Steve,” You patted his eye gently with the ice pack in your hand. He winced under your gentle touch, the bruises stinging with even the tiniest contact. He had picked a fight. Again. And lost. Again. “If you don’t stop getting into fights, like this, Bucky won’t be dragging you home. He’ll be taking you to the hospital.”

“I know,” the short blonde muttered, his clear blue eyes not daring to meet your concerned gaze. You had been so good to him. So warm. So kind. And all he was, was a reckless mess.

“Stevie, look at me,” you pouted your red lipstick-stained lips and tilted his chin up, forcing him to look at you.

“What?”

“I love you.”

“I…I love you too, doll. A lot. I’m sorry. For everything.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just promise you’ll try, okay?”

“Okay.” he nodded. You pulled him off of the kitchen counter and wrapped your arms around him, holding him tight. His lips pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. He breathed in your scent deeply. Strawberries and Cherry Coke. “I love you so much. I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.”

“You’re never going to lose me, Stevie. I’ll always be here for you.”

***

You had lived seventy years without him, sort of avoiding him even when he came out of the ice. You didn’t know how he would react to finding you again, and you didn’t want him to feel like he was tied down to you. You didn’t want to be an obligation. You wanted to be a choice.

So you lived at S.H.I.E.L.D., sharpening your skills and learning to use the powers that came with your frozen aging. You moved from department to department, dabbling in different skills; hacking, field work, tech department, receptionist.

Steve was in the base at the moment. That, you knew. But you didn’t expect him to recognize you. You had changed your hair and clothing styles too many times. He would never remember you. Not after all this time.

You took a long sip from your mug, sitting at a table in the break room. Another long day. Your pencil danced across the paper of your hundredth journal, recounting the day’s events. No matter how uneventful any day was, you still wrote each one down in startling detail in hopes of remembering as much as possible.

And just when you were about to close it, he walked in. He was tall, muscular, with a strong jaw. But no matter how he had changed, he still had those soulful blue eyes. And he was still full of hope.

You tried to ignore him, opening your journal and reading over some things to draw attention away from yourself. But it was no use. His eyes drifted to you, and once he had poured his coffee, he sat across from you.

“Hi there.”

“Oh, um, hey,” you replied.

“I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Steve.”

“Um…I’m (Y/N).” You stated. His eyebrows crinkled, and there was a sparkle in his blue eyes when he smiled.

“You look really familiar. Are you maybe related to a (Y/N) (L/N)? Like her granddaughter or great-granddaughter?”

“No…um…Steve, I…” You sighed. “Stevie…” there were tears in your eyes. His expression softened, a wave of realization washing over him.

“Oh my God,” he whispered in awe. “You’re…how? I found your file, it said you had died. That you had died a long time ago.”

“It’s a long story. I’m…sorry. I didn’t know how to talk to you. I didn’t know how to tell the love of my life that I’ve been waiting for him for seventy years.”

“Come here,” he got up and stood in front of you, holding open his arms. You succumbed to his warm embrace, resting your head on his chest. “I missed you so much. I visited your grave and…I thought I had lost my chance to see you again. To uh…to give you this.”

“To give me what?” you asked. He tilted your chin up towards his face and pressed a sweet, soft kiss to your lips. You melted into it, standing on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck. “I’ve been waiting for that.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Stevie.” You whispered. He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist and lifted you off of the ground, feet dangling a foot above the ground. You laughed, smiling the brightest smile you had in a very long time. After all this time, he was here again, and you knew everything from here could only go up.  

anonymous asked:

perl and ephram

“Oh my god, can I just say this baby would actually be the coolest. Like I thought Nuadia and I’s would be rad but no, this will legitimately be the most amazingly raised child on the planet. They will have the most perfect instagram presence, spend their Summers with their Aunt Alesha and have a pet chicken all their own. They will dress radically as though it were still the seventies entirely influenced by their mother’s colours and their father’s vibe. When she walks down the street people will turn their heads because how could you not look at someone when they completely own themselves. Adopted, obviously, they’ll have no desire to seek out their parents because they were never denied the most essential things, constant access to another WOC to talk about who they are especially with white parents, adoration and love from everyone their parents allow to be in their lives, delicious food made for them by the Aunt Bella, a connection to the non-technological world from their father and at least twelve million instagram followers by the time she’s legal thanks to her mother. Literally the raddest fucking bitch to ever exist.”

FC in Bella’s head: Cheeno Grey ( link because people may not know how fucking gorgeous she is )

@ephrampettaline, @perl-less

Super AU Imaginary Baby Drabble…

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Writers Block (Remus)

Because I’ve had writers block for my whole life  the past couple weeks

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‘Okay picture this.’ You were stood in front of the marauders who were all sat on James’ bed, looking at you. ‘The year is twenty forty two, a zombie apoc-’ 
‘No.’ Sirius said, the others shaking their head in agreement. Your hands fell to your side. ‘Oh okay.’ You re-positioned yourself. ‘How about this. The year is nineteen forty two and a nurse in world war must decide-’ 
‘No.’ James said, once again everyone agreed. You sighed, 
‘Okay. It’s ninteen seventy two-’ 
‘Oh my god, no.’ Remus said. You groaned, 
‘I didn’t even pitch the idea.’ 
‘Everyone has read a novel from those time periods. A lot of novels, actually.’ Remus said. 
‘Lupins right.’ Sirius said, taking a bit out of an apple, ‘You need to think outside the box.’ 
‘Outside the box?’ You repeated.
‘Yeah. Think about what young readers want to read.’ James added. 
‘Like what?’ You asked, sitting on Sirius’ bed opposite them. 
‘Loooove.’ Peter giggled. To your surprise all three boys agreed. 
‘You can’t go wrong with a classic love story.’ Sirius said. ‘Anyway I’m getting dinner. You guys coming?’ James and Peter followed Sirius out but Remus lingered behind. ‘I’ll catch up.’ 
‘I don’t know how to write a love story.’ You said once the others had left the room. ‘I’ve never been in a relationship, I don’t know what love is.’ Without hesitation and to your complete surprise Remus leaned in and kissed you sweetly on the lips.  After the kiss, before you had any time to reconfigure your senses, Remus just smiled and simply said, ‘Write about that.’ 

Good night, bear

Summary: (inspired by cherryblossom-phil‘s fic“And I hope I get to sleep next to you and say good night for the next seventy years.”

Genre: fluff af hold me

Warning: swearing

Words: 1, 491 words

A/N: right so it’s currently 12 am and I cant sleep so I opened my laptop to write. Sigh. wrote this quick bc I wasn’t feeling inspired these days(cue the late update) and I need to write to ease my inspiration out.

I.

“So I was like- dude, you got to stick it there for it to happen!” Dan rambled, smiling softly at the pixelated screen.

“Then what did he say?” Phil, the youtuber he has been looking up for a long-ass time, giggled, motioning Dan to continue with his story.

“He said to me- Dan, I know I am a flaming homosexual but how the fuck do you know more about gay sex than me?!”

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I remember day one as tear-stained pleas and shaky litanies
of I want you back where are you oh my god I hate you I love you
please don’t is this it tell me it’s not come back,
and I wanted to bury my fist in my mouth, hoping to stop
the endless cycle of regrets and cries
and I did shove it deep down my throat
and I drank your poison afterwards just to continue to feel something.

Day two. Repeat. And a shot of sleepless night.
Day three. Repeat. And a slap of helpless cries.
Day four…five…ten…you left your toothbrush…twenty-seven…
forty-four…seventy-three…oh god where are you…ninety-nine…
it’s still on my bathroom counter…one hundred and twelve…
and I’m still counting as though you’re just away on a vacation
because that’s what you meant by “break,” right?

I don’t know what day it is anymore.
I just know that I want to stop filling the silence with your name.
I’ve called it out numerous times and I think you’ve disconnected already.
I’ve looked for it everywhere but I don’t see the right shade of charm
or the right pallor of bliss or the right touch of warmth.

The days continue to roll by.
I’m slowly rolling out of bed and untangling from your sheets.
I’m throwing away your leftovers and grabbing for my tomorrows.
I’m finding my passions and loosening your smiles around my neck.
I’m fast-forwarding through your kisses and listening for my goals.

It’s day 365 and it’s another good day.
I happen to get struck again by an arrow-shaped memory
of that time you held my hand against your chest.
I smiled.
I pondered.
I smiled again.
My hand doesn’t feel the aftershocks of your warmth anymore,
but I’ll always remember your shimmering flames
and I hope you’ve rekindled them again.
I may think of you from time to time,
but I’m getting along now, to say the least.
I survived life before you
and I can survive it again without you.

—  (NJ.) // after he left I fell into a horrible and scary depression. On a good day, I made it out of bed. It’s been a year and although I still think about him everyday I think I’m finally okay without him
Is this Happening? Chapter 20

Is this Happening?

A Harry Styles Imagine Series

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HELLO! ALL MY BEAUTIFUL & LOVELY READERS! This is the final chapter of the ‘Is this Happening?’ Imagine Series! I hope you like it! Be sure to read what’s coming up AFTER this series :]

Warning: There is SMUT in this chapter.

Enjoy!

Chapter 20: I Love You, Harry Styles.

Harry’s POV

What the hell?

“Go back by myself?” I questioned.

“Yes! Just trust me okay?” Madeline nodded her head with a huge smile on her face which was red from the champagne that she had been drinking for the last hour.

I hugged Madeline, “Alright, be safe. See you later then?”

“Nope! I won’t be home tonight! Oliver and I are going to another party now! But you two have fun!” Madeline winked.

I gave Madeline a confused look then said my goodbyes to her, Oliver and my friends then headed towards their condo.

Why would Y/N go back to her condo without me?

I had no idea what was going on, I was getting frustrated as I made my way back, alone. There were so many drunk people including me, so I was constantly being bumped into, which made me even angrier. I kept trying to call her, but it just would ring once then send me to voicemail, which meant her phone was on ‘do not disturb.’

Damn it! Why was she ignoring me?! FUCK.

Almost 45 minute later when I finally reached her building, I was already sobering up from the frustration. On the elevator ride up, I took deep breathes and tried to calm myself down not wanting to blow up at her for leaving me.

Your POV

Madeline finally texted me back.

Madeline: Harry’s on his way back to our place! Good luck!

Me: Thanks! Oh god… I’m shaking. I’m so fucking nervous!

Madeline: You can do it, I believe in you! <3

I saw that Harry tried to call me again.

Damn that’s the 10th missed call.

I felt so bad, but I didn’t want to ruin anything. I locked my phone and threw it on the couch. I started picking on the sleeve of the red dress Madeline made, I felt so nervous as I sat there waiting for Harry to come back.

Everything was ready. Tonight is the night I show Harry how I feel; that I trust him, that I love him. My stomach was churning, my head was spinning, my hands were shaking and sweating.

“You can do this Y/N. You can do this.” I exhaled slowly.

“You love him, you can’t be afraid anymore.”

- - - - - 

Harry’s POV

As I unlocked the latch, I swung the door open and the back of it slammed into the wall. It was completely dark with the exception of two rows of candles making a pathway  on the floor leading into the living room.

“What… the hell… is happening?” I breathed.

There were poster boards hanging down from the ceiling.

I closed the door behind me and locked it, I then heard a guitar beginning to play a familiar tune, all frustration I had felt seconds ago was gone and nervousness started to take over.

What… is all this?

I took a few steps and read the first poster board on my left.

  • Happy New Year’s Harry!

Then I continued to the next one which was few more steps further in.

  • I know that you feel like I don’t trust you…

“Oh my god,” I started smiling; she copied this from Love Actually. I continued.

  • It took me a while, so thank you for being patience.

I couldn’t stop smiling. I felt my heart beginning to race as I slowly followed the pathway of candles.

  • You mean so much to me and I know that I can trust you with all my heart.

I was now in the living room, there was a poster sitting on an easel. The feeling of happiness was taking over.

  • There’s something that I need to show you.

The candles illuminated a path towards the east wing of the condo to the next poster.

  • Please don’t say anything until I’m done.

I was then at the entrance of the room that Y/N said once was storage, and then empty another time… Hmmm.

  • Harry, seriously, this is nerve wrecking for me.

I couldn’t stop smiling. I slowly step foot into the room to find Y/N sitting on a stool, the whole room was  surrounded by candles, and I realized that she was one playing the guitar.

She plays…? Since… when?

The last poster was sitting against the stool by her feet.

  • Just sit on the couch and listen, okay?

As I slowly made my way towards the couch, I could hear my heart beating louder. Y/N looked really nervous but at the same time very passionate as she played the guitar. I quickly looked around the dark room lit by nothing but candles and was able to make out a recording microphone, a camera, guitars hanging on the wall behind the couch and a small black baby grand in the corner, it was a definitely not ‘just an empty’ room.

I sat down directly in front of her on the couch and noticed that she had changed into a short red dress which showed off her incredible legs, and a lot of cleavage. Her hair was curled and draped over her shoulders. She looked… FLAWLESS. I felt myself getting nervous, my throat dried, and my palms started sweating.

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My eyes finally met hers and she smiled at me, “This song’s for you.”

When your legs don’t work like they used to before
And I can’t sweep you off of your feet

Why does her voice…? My eyes grew wide.

Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks

She’s… she’s… oh my god, she’s…

Cause darling I will be loving you ‘til we’re seventy

My hand came up to my mouth as my jaw dropped.

And baby my heart could still fall as hard at twenty-three

She’s Heartstrings. My mind begun to spin. She was singing with so much passion, I hung on every single word.

And I’m thinking ‘bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand

She’s THE Heartstrings. My cheeks started hurting because I was smiling so wide.

Oh me I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am

I felt my heart beat faster and my stomach was feeling massive amounts of butterflies. This is how she feels about me?

So baby now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
Maybe, we found love right where we are

My heart skipped a beat. As I watched Y/N sing, I was in awe, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, what I was hearing. I felt a goosebumps raise on every inch of body, she sounded amazing.

When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don’t remember my name
When my hands don’t play the strings the same way, mm
I know you will still love me the same

In this moment, I felt myself fall in love with her all over again.

‘Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it’s evergreen
Baby your smile’s forever in my mind and memory

I don’t know if it was possible to love someone this much, but I felt like my heart was going to burst.

I’m thinking ‘bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it’s all part of a plan
I’ll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you’ll understand

She finally trusts me. I felt tears forming in my eyes. This is what she was afraid to show me… She trusts me.

But baby now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh darling, place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are, oh

A few tears started falling from my face I quickly wiped them away when she looked up and winked at me. My heart skipped a beat, I felt myself becoming overwhelmed with happiness and love. I was shaking.

I am so deeply in love with her, more than she even realizes.

As she strummed the very last chord, I immediately stood up and she put her guitar down and smiled at me, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

She finally broke the kiss to catch her breath; she brushed my hair away from my face as I wiped the few tears that were falling down her cheeks. She looked up into my eyes and said the words that I’ve been so patiently waiting to hear.

“I love you Harry Styles.”

Your POV

The biggest smile slowly formed on Harry’s as he heard me tell him I loved him. He pulled me back in and captured my mouth with his and kissed me as if his life depended on it.

I felt Harry’s hand slowly travel down my back, he stopped at my bottom and gave it a small squeeze which made me giggle. He then slightly bent his knees and lifted me up off the ground, wrapping my legs around his waist.

As he carried me across the condo, I kissed, licked and sucked his neck, knowing that there would be dark marks there in the morning. I then nibbled on his ear and he let out a loud moan as he kicked my door open.

Harry slowly put me down on the ground as he crashed his lips into mine again, his hands never leaving my body and making their way slowly up. One hand he tangled into my hair and another he used to pull me into him.

I lightly bit his bottom lip and he forced his tongue into mine and moaned. I slowly began unbuttoning the rest of shirt and pushed it and his jacket off onto the floor.

I slowly traced my hand over every muscle on Harry’s chest and abdomen, my fingers toyed with his belt and I felt him beginning to get hard as he continued to kiss me.

Harry made his way down to my neck and began licking and sucking as I took off his belt and unbuttoned his pants. His fingers began fumbling with the button in the back of my dress, trying to undo it. As he gently peeled off my dress, he slowly kissed my neck, my shoulder then collarbone and slipped the lace off my arms.

When my dress finally fell to the ground, he realized I didn’t have a single thing on underneath. He stared at my body as he bit his bottom lip and whispered, “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

Harry lowered me down on the bed, kicked off his shoes and stripped off his pants and boxers, releasing his erection. My eyes grew as I gazed at him, I immediately felt nervous, but he smiled then lowered his body over mine and began kissing me again.

Minutes later, Harry lips left mine and slowly made their way down, to my breast, as he licked and sucked on each of them, his fingers slowly made their way to my core. My hand was tangled in his hair and the other was gripping on his arm. His fingers slid down and touched my core, and I dug my nails into his arm as I let out a loud moan.

When he felt how wet I was, he moaned, it turned him on even more and his lips made its way back to mine. Harry slowly slipped one finger inside me.

“Oh god, Harry…” I exhaled.

He pulled back and watched my reaction as he slipped another finger in.

“Fuck!” Both hands flew to my sheets and I gripped them. My stomach began churning and my head spun.

Harry watched me as he slowly slipped his finger in and out, my breathing became labored and I began moaning into chest as I slowly kissed his left sparrow tattoo.

Harry dipped his head and kissed my neck as he continued slipping his finger in and out of me. After a few moments, his thumb began rubbing my clit and I squirmed and lightly bit his arm and he let out a loud moan.

Harry pulled his fingers out and sucked my juices off his fingers, I stared at him with wide eyes, watching him turned me on even more. I pulled Harry on top of me and he repositioned himself.

He looked into my eyes, “I’ve been dying to make love to you Y/N.”

“Then make love to me Harry,” I pulled his head down and kissed him passionately.

Harry looked into my eyes as his supported himself over me, placing one of his hands on the side of my shoulder, and the other he gripped himself. I felt the tip of Harry’s cock at my entrance and as he slowly slipped in, he let out a loud groan.

I yelped. Harry was big and it had been years for me.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” Harry exhaled as he place his other hand on my side.

I winced from the pain, I felt a tear forming.

“Are you okay?” Harry’s voice was gentle as he lightly kissed my lips.

I closed my eyes and nodded, giving him permission to continue.

Harry slowly moved in and out and the pain soon turned to pleasure, low guttural moans escaped from both our mouths, feeling him inside me sent shivers down my spine and I felt my nipples harden.

As Harry continued grinding his hips harder into mines and my sounds became louder. Our breathing became more labored and harsh. I lifted my legs and wrapped it around his waist, bringing his body closer to mine.

My hands gripped Harry’s back for support as he continued slowly sliding himself inside me, my nails made long red marks all down his back from the pleasure.

My teeth grazed against his arm and then he pounded deeper inside me. I bit down on his biceps and he grunted, enjoying the pain, I traced over the place bit with my tongue.

“Ha-Harry…” I kept moaning his me. I felt tingling sensations build throughout my whole body. Harry’s breathing and moaning made my head spin. He traced a line between my breasts with his tongue, making my body naturally arch into his.

Harry’s lips crashed back into mines as he changed the pace. I could feel that I was close, but I wasn’t ready to finish.

I grabbed Harry’s shoulder and flipped us over.

“Whoa,” Harry was shocked by my actions but he let out a seductive smile and bit his bottom lip as he gazed at my body in front of him.

I had never done this before, so I was nervous. I placed my hands on his chest, steading myself and lowered down on top of his cock.

“Fuck!” I yelled as I took all of Harry.

Harry groaned as his hands flew to my waist, “Fuck Y/N!”

I began swiveling my waist in circles. Harry laid his head back and closed his eyes and let out a loud moan.

My hands went behind me and gripped the back of his thighs for support as I picked up the pace.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m going to cum if you- if you- keep doing that,” Harry stuttered then eyes opened and watched me. He bit his lip as his hands came down to my thighs, then shot up, squeezing my right breast.

I continued by rocking myself back and forth, I felt myself coming close.

“Har-Harry- I’m coming.” I moaned loudly.

“Come for me baby,” He pulled me down by my neck, locking his eyes into mine.

My body became overwhelmed with waves of pleasure as he commanded. I felt a burst of tingling sensations from my head to my toes as I screamed his name. Hearing his name echo off the walls turned him on even more.

As I slowly came back from my orgasm trying to catch my breath, Harry flipped me back over and entered inside me again.

He kissed me urgently, as he grinded his hips into mine again. He sat up on his knees and pulled my legs above his shoulder as he pounded deeper into me.

“FUCK!” Harry groaned then he kissed the inside of my legs, licking and sucking, as he continued thrusting, and I felt myself coming close again.

“Harry! God, Harry I’m going to-“

“I’m close baby,” Harry breathed loudly.

Simultaneously, both our bodies felt waves of pleasure as we both came undone. My toes curled and Harry bit his bottom lip as he groaned. I felt his juices spill into me as his thrusts slowed. He whimpered as his head rested in between my neck and shoulder. He gave one last thrust and collapsed on top of me.

After we both caught our breath, he propped himself.

“I love you Y/N.” He smiled as he placed a kiss on my nose, I could see him glisten in the moonlight.

“I love you too Harry.”

Harry lazily rolled off of me and pulled me onto his chest.

For a moment we were both silent, until Harry’s eyes grew wide with panic.

“Fuck. I didn’t use a condom!” He hit his forehead.

I bursted out into laughter, “Really that’s the first thing you think of after we have sex?”

He stretch his lips back, making a dorky smile showing his full teeth, but I saw the panic in his eyes, “Sorry…”

“Good thing I got on birth control a couple months ago.” I giggled as I kissed his cheek.

Harry propped himself back up on his elbow and grinned, “You did?”

“Well yeah, after the weekend in L.A., I knew I had to take precautions just, you know, in case.” I licked my lips.

“I see,” Harry clicked his tongue, “so I was just so sexy, you had to ready for yourself for my body.” Harry joked.

“Oh shut up,” I pulled Harry’s lips down into mine.

And we made love again.

- - - - -

The sun was brightly shining into my room. As I slowly stirred awake, I felt Harry tracing my back with his fingers as I laid facing down on my stomach, my arms underneath my pillow.

“Good morning beautiful.” He smiled as he brushed my hair away from my face.

“Have you been watching me sleep?” I lifted my head and kissed his chest.

He placed kisses on my shoulder, “Yeah, I like watching you sleep, you look… so adorable. You do this thing, with your nose and it makes me all happy inside.”

I shook my head into the pillow and giggled.

“Last night was… incredible.” He breathed.

He turned my head towards him and slowly kissed me. Harry’s lips made their way down my back as he traced my naked body with his fingers.

I felt Harry’s hand spread my legs as he touched my core from behind, he was surprised that I was already wet.

He began kissing me again, as he positioned himself on top of me from behind, I felt his morning erection and smirked.

He pulled his lips from mine and placed kisses all over my back as his fingers spread my folds and slipped in.

“Harry!” I moaned into my pillow and propped myself up on my elbows.

“I love you,” Harry breathed, he replaced his fingers with his cock and I let out a deep groan as I bit my lips. I will never get over that sensation of him first slipping into me.

After 20 minutes, Harry collapsed on top of me as with both came back down from our orgasm.

He kissed my back several times before he rolled off of me, catching his breath.

For a moment we were both quiet, not a word was spoken, the only sounds we could hear was our breathing and then slowly as our hearts steadied, the cars, people and trains in the streets.

Then Harry let out a soft chuckled.

“What?” I asked as I propped myself up on my elbows.

He turned his face towards me and grinned.

“I can’t wait to see the look on Niall’s face when I tell him who you are.”

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END!

I love you all so very very much, I wouldn’t have been motivated to write without all the love and support from my lovely readers! You guys are all amazing! <3 I can’t express into words how happy you all make me when I recieve messages about my imagine series!

Thank you all again!

Be sure to read the drabbles, Love Happened. They are of events that happened before the sequel. You can find them on the ‘Is this Happening?’ master post.

Love & Misadventures: a sequel to Is this Happening?

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hellolovedoves  asked:

Okay, I just read your vampire sambucky fic and what I need you to know is that Steve telling Bucky to "Do it" was my cause of death. Like, I am so DECEASED. How many Hail Mary's does it take to get a soul back? I dunno. But I'll be drawing fanart until I figure it out.

look okay look I read this ask and the line ‘how many Hail Marys does it take to get a soul back’ and then I fell down into so many Steve feelings:


when i close my eyes (i still see your ghost)

Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been seventy-two years since my last confession.

He hasn’t been to Confession since Bucky fell. Since before he fell. No churches in the wilderness of war, except the bombed-out shells they took shelter in, but he’s been back between missions often enough he could have gone. Should have gone.

What would he have said?

Bless me, Father. I have loved a man, and oh god, I’m so afraid.

Does it make it worse or better, he wonders, wishing he could drink, if you’re afraid the man you love isn’t a man at all, but something darker, something sharper, something that smiles at you wearing the face of your best friend? Is that a mortal or venial sin?

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Idk if you take poem request or if you've written something that relates to what I am about to tell you. My ex and I were together for almost 4 years. He ended the relationship and moved out. After he left I fell into a horrible and scary depression. On a good day, I made it out of bed. It's been a year and although I still think about him everyday I think I'm finally okay without him.

I remember day one as tear-stained pleas and shaky litanies
of I want you back where are you oh my god I hate you I love you
please don’t is this it tell me it’s not come back,
and I wanted to bury my fist in my mouth, hoping to stop
the endless cycle of regrets and cries
and I did shove it deep down my throat
and I drank your poison afterwards just to continue to feel something.

Day two. Repeat. And a shot of sleepless night.
Day three. Repeat. And a slap of helpless cries.
Day four…five…ten…you left your toothbrush…twenty-seven…
forty-four…seventy-three…oh god where are you…ninety-nine…
it’s still on my bathroom counter…one hundred and twelve…
and I’m still counting as though you’re just away on a vacation
because that’s what you meant by “break,” right?

I don’t know what day it is anymore.
I just know that I want to stop filling the silence with your name.
I’ve called it out numerous times and I think you’ve disconnected already.
I’ve looked for it everywhere but I don’t see the right shade of charm
or the right pallor of bliss or the right touch of warmth.

The days continue to roll by.
I’m slowly rolling out of bed and untangling from your sheets.
I’m throwing away your leftovers and grabbing for my tomorrows.
I’m finding my passions and loosening your smiles around my neck.
I’m fast-forwarding through your kisses and listening for my goals.

It’s day 365 and it’s another good day.
I happen to get struck again by an arrow-shaped memory
of that time you held my hand against your chest.
I smiled.
I pondered.
I smiled again.
My hand doesn’t feel the aftershocks of your warmth anymore,
but I’ll always remember your shimmering flames
and I hope you’ve rekindled them again.
I may think of you from time to time,
but I’m getting along now, to say the least.
I survived life before you
and I can survive it again without you.