happy belated birthday jjhoa ;w; i loved eva’s design so i decided to draw her!! thank you for being my mutual aaaa ;ww;;;
aaAAAAH I SAW THIS JUST NOW;;-;;;THANK YOU SO MUCH????THIS LOOKS SO GOOD I LOVE YOUR STYLE SM,,,♡♡♡♡THE COLORS LOOK SO WARM AND NICE AAAAAAAALSKJFHD THANK YOU FOR BEING MY MUTUAL AS WELL ;;O;;;;!!!!!!!
So I saw your video Recs (which I'm going happily be enjoying forever, and I'm quietly screaming over the couch video because I never noticed Michael's arm in that video), but I was wondering if you had any mavin fic Recs? If not that's okay!! I hope you ave a lovely day ❤️
sure! i’m gonna straight up copy over my ao3 bookmarks with the caveats that 1) some will probably have background ra/wood if that bothers you, but it’s tagged on the fic so you can make a personal decision on whether to pass it over or read. 2) some of these bookmarks are pretty fucking old, like, i read them once 5 years ago as a 14 year old and then never again so like, take my very specific taste/recs with a grain of salt.
shake shake shake (and shut your mouth) 44k, sentinel/guide au. the premise is that sentinel and guides have complimentary powers and are able to use them to the best effect when they’re part of a bonded sentinel/guide pair. not exactly a secret agent au, but it definitely has elements.
YOU’VE HAD TO WAIT TWO WEEKS BUT YOU CAN CONTINUE YOUR COLLEGE ANGST AND ROMANCE WITH HARRY NOW. I mean is this really classified as a “one shot” anymore? I’m not sure. For this one you may want to read part 2 for the beginning to make any sense, but then again, it still involves angst and tension and frat parties and alcohol and college Harry so…enjoy!
weren’t closed though, your lips weren’t even feeling the soft caress of his
once he recovered from shock, or feeling the way his hand gripped your waist
and pulled you closer.
Because your eyes were on
Harry’s, witnessing them darken, feeling his anger, watching him scowl in a
scalding rage while another girl marked his neck
And seeing him push the girl off
and run directly up the banister.
Harry was livid as he ran to you, the anger rippling through
him like a dam that had just been broken, its poisonous waters rushing over
everything in its wake, his blood boiling and hot. Hot enough to warp his perception, more so
than the strongest liquor.
He was seeing red and each leap up the banister, each
millisecond he got closer to you, the worse the image became engrained in his
mind. The way Niall had placed his hands
around your waist. The way he’d pulled
your hips to his. The way you had
pressed your fucking lips to his.
He didn’t feel the steps beneath him as he took in your
terrified face and doe-eyes, wide as could be.
You were staring at him. Just as
you had when you’d made out with another.
When another’s lips were pressed against yours, invading the space he
wanted to claim. When you’d let another do exactly what he’d wanted
to do all along.
You knew what you were doing. You knew what you were fucking doing to him.
And there you stood.
Niall’s arms still around you.
He was snarling.
He didn’t even feel human.
You hadn’t moved. You’d
pulled your lips from Niall’s as soon as Harry had starting running, but
Niall’s arms still gripped your hips. His
touch now seemed foreign, unwanted. The
reason you withdrew escaped him. Niall
was completely oblivious, his turned back the only reason a charming smile was
still on his face. You knew you should
retreat from the fuming man charging towards you, that you’d crossed a line
even though you and Harry had never drawn one up to begin with. But it didn’t change the fact that it was
there, for whatever reason, and now it was flashing neon because you’d violated
But he violated it
before you had.
You couldn’t step away from Niall’s hold, the shock that
Harry was coming closer to you and had actually left his make out buddy twice,
for you, giving you more satisfaction than it should have and keeping you
frozen in the poor lad’s grasp.
Even when you knew it was the last place you should be.
As Harry raged closer, you noticed those green eyes had
grown dark, as dark as his black jeans, and for the first time you regretted
You thought you’d seen an ugly side to Harry with that
stranger outside your class. But this?
This Harry was an entirely different beast. And you weren’t quite sure anything could
By the time the thought crossed your mind it was too late.
“Let her go,” Harry growled.
His voice was low, gravelly.
Deadly. Niall didn’t have time to
turn around let alone react before Harry grabbed his shoulders and tore him off
you, the blonde flying backwards. He stumbled
against gravity and lost, hitting the floor with a groan.
“What the fuck Harry?!” Niall’s eyes were swimming with confusion
and anger, lighting the blue with a spark that was a threat in itself.
But Harry wasn’t focused on Niall anymore, his blistering
eyes were on your own. And this time
there were no Ray Bans to protect you. His
gaze was heavy, fiery, and suddenly you felt the need to throw up all over
He didn’t mutter a word when he grabbed your hand and
dragged you behind him, the grasp that once gave you a sense of calm now leaving
you speechless, numb with shock. You
didn’t even know where he was taking you. It was a wonder you hadn’t fumbled and fallen
at his persistent tugging.
It was only when you were halfway down the hall to Harry’s
room that you were suddenly blessed with speech and could mumble a feeble,
“Where are we going?” As if you didn’t
He didn’t reply, but you noticed his pace quickened once you
spoke, and that only made your heart race faster and your hands a little sweatier.
His grip, harder. If he noticed your hot
palms, he didn’t show it. You swallowed
thickly as he quickly led you into his room.
The slam of the door shutting behind you made you flinch, and he let go
of your hand once it was clear you weren’t going to go anywhere.
He stalked towards the center of his room, stopping at the
foot of his bed, and kept his back to you.
Despite everything, you couldn’t help but admire the planes of his back
and how the t-shirt lay on his broad shoulder blades and the toned muscles
lying just beneath.
As much as you hated yourself for it, an extra shot of
adrenaline coursed through you that Harry Styles was getting this worked up
over you, over this, whatever this
was. The buzz hadn’t faded yet, and it
made it that much harder to contain the possibility that….no. No matter what happened you wouldn’t delude
yourself into thinking that Harry genuinely liked you.
But as Harry’s chest continued
to heave as he struggled to control his breathing, and the tension rolled off
him in toxic waves as he stood motionless in the center of the room, your
pleasurable adrenaline quickly turned to that of fear. Harry wouldn’t hurt you. Would he?
He’d dragged you all the way to his room, but he hadn’t spoken to you
and his silence was concerning. What awful
things were going through his mind where he couldn’t even speak to you? What did he want to do? What would
Imagine the morning after your first time with Sonny
(A/N: Had this idea. Slightly different from what I usually do but I put a waring but honestly it’s not that bad. I put a warning either way. I hope you enjoy and I hope you don’t think it’s the cringest thing ever.)
Warning: Slightly NSFW. Nothing serious, but contains multiple mentions and implications of sex but doesn’t actually contain any and has a lot of kissing. Also a bunch of cutesy stuff!
Imagine the morning after your first time with Sonny
You squinted, protecting your eyes from the sunlight that hit your face as soon as you opened them. You moved slightly unable to move anymore as something was holding you down. Keeping you in place. As your vision readjusted you were startled by the unfamiliar surroundings. Jerking, which caused a sleeping Sonny to stir ever so slightly.
Immediately the memory of what had happened hit you. How could you forget? It had been an eventful night which was sprung on by a very eventful day. An enlightened day. The perfect day. One you had been waiting for, for a very long time.
You and Sonny had finally confessed your feelings for each other last night. How you liked each more than just as friends and colleagues. You liked each other romantically. Hell. You’d fallen in love with each during the course of the last year since Sonny had joined SVU and become your partner. Totally and helplessly in love with each other.
Confessions of love and multiple stolen kisses outside the station had led Sonny to ask you out on date for that night. He gave you the details, telling you to meet him at his apartment. The next time you saw him was at his apartment and you had miscalculated and had turned up extremely underdressed for what Sonny had planned. But he didn’t mind. He got changed into something as causal as you.You went to a local burger joint instead. Laughing, flirting and kissing ensued. To an outsider it must have seemed that you had been a couple for years, no one would have guessed it was your first date.
You walked hand in hand back to his apartment. All intentions being that you would get in your car and go home. However after a long make-out session of the stairs of his building under the stars. Like a true gentleman he asked if you wanted to come back up into his apartment. You agreed.
Neither of you would usually do that in a first date. But this wasn’t your usual normal first date. You’re usually not already in love with the person on your first date. It was new territory for the both of you. You had to navigate the feelings you had and had been harbouring for a while.
Four days had passed since you went for a drink with Alfie. You said one, he ordered
three and by the time the bell rung for last orders, you had to use his cane to
steady yourself from the table. “Bloody hell, love. You’re a right state, look
at this. Right, well, I’m just going to ‘ave to be a gentleman and see you
home, ain’t I?”
had walked you home with one arm tight around your waist. The clunk of his cane
to the cobble caused a heavy ring into the night. You made it to the doorstep
of the townhouse you shared with several other women. They all worked in and around
Camden. You didn’t like the housing or the girls much.
the doorstep you hung from the lapels of his jacket as your hips pushed into
him. It was only for support but he seemed to enjoy the closeness nevertheless
with the smirk that bunched his cheek. “You’re alright, you are, Alfie.” You
told him with a drunken slur and hazy eyes.
‘ave you know, I’m a fucking delight, me, love.” You laughed as you leant in to
peck his cheek and when you turned to the door he gave your backside a light
smack with his cane.
dualipa: 22 on the 22nd my golden year. So lucky and so grateful for all the magical things and people that are in my life. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world with a hangover from hell! Thank you I love you LETS AVE ITTTT ✨✨✨
A/N: This makes me sad for Adam, but still Marty’s ending! Yay! And this is ending 2 of 3 so stay tuned for the other one, I’m not sure when exactly i’ll have it up :) Oh, and as always, there is probably some mistakes.
do u have any norwegian movies in general you might recommend? I fell in love with kongen av bastøy a while ago, but anything is good
these are all very different genres, but all good:
trolljegeren, oslo 31. august, veiviseren, kon-tiki, appelsinpiken, bare bea, lille frøken norge (this gave me nightmares for years when i was younger), elling (there are several movies), bølgen. mannen som elsket yngve, kompani orheim, and jeg reiser alene are all about the same character.
hiii im a lil curious who do you consider your friends on tumblr ? you are the nicest person on here and your friends must all be just as nice ! <3
klajsdhflakfd cutie, you flatter me too much omg thank you so much! and well, these are the goddesses i had the privilege of befriending and are some of my favoritest people in the entire universe ♡ this is gonna go under the cut–