i love you both so much okay

anonymous asked:

Okay, so I'm kinda new to the fandom and shipping drarry, so what would you say are the fics that everyone must read? I've read turn and chaos theory already, and I loved both of them, but the number of fics out there is kinda overwhelming so I'd appreciate help with knowing where to start? Thank you so much and I love your blog!!

I have a little secret project I’m working on that will DEFINITELY help you out with this, but until then, I can give you a couple of my favs!
(I cannot link, I am on mobile, REGRET, but I am including author so you can google & find it p easily)
- Yours is the Earth (Hold On, Hold On) by chickenlivesinpumpkin
- Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill
- literally ANYTHING by Sara’s Girl
- Eclipse by Mijan
- Humbug (A Christmas Tale) by Snegurochka
- Here’s the pencil, make it work by ignatiustrout

More to come!

lindsayloveslife  asked:

🍍 Yay congrats on the followers! My request is Bellarke + things you said with no space between us

thank you so much!!

blog compliment: we absolutely love both your main and side blogs - really awesome content! and you’re super nice <3 <3

okay, so this prompt kinda got away from me for several reasons a) i was slightly high on cold medicine as i wrote part of it so i’m really sorry if there are any incoherent parts and b) i have been craving a bellarke au where bellamy’s in mount weather with clarke and the 47, so thank you for giving me an outlet for that particular headcanon! i have a feeling this might become a full-fledged fic at some point because i kept wanting to write more backstory, but until then - i hope you like it!!

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They were bound to be seen eventually.

It had roughly been ten days since they woke up in the creepy white quarantine of Mount Weather. Despite the initial uneasiness, the delinquents had settled in nicely and were enjoying not having to fight for their lives every single day, with two exceptions. Bellamy and Clarke hadn’t bought into the whole “live everyday like it’s a Thanksgiving dinner” vibe for a second. They had felt out of place in the dining hall, Bellamy in a dress shirt and Clarke in a nice blouse. Feeling Dante Wallace’s gaze on them during every meal had gotten old pretty fast.

After a few unsuccessful attempts at escape, they had decided to lay low for the time being and try to act like they were getting accustomed to their new surroundings. It had been difficult (especially for Bellamy), but they had talked to Dante to convince him they wouldn’t try to escape again and spewed some lie about how they had been scared and nervous about their friends. He’d seemed to buy that, and so they were left to explore the depths of Mount Weather as inconspicuously as they could manage.

Which brought them to their current predicament.

They had left on a recon mission after dodging Jasper’s pleas about having blueberry pancakes together, and were now stuck in a hallway they weren’t supposed to be in. The harsh sound of footsteps alerted them to a guard approaching. Clarke and Bellamy looked at each other in panic for a second. There weren’t really any place they could hide in, except for a tiny nook near the corner of the wall. It wouldn’t really cover them from the guard’s view but it could save them some time before they were discovered. A plan started to form in Bellamy’s mind as he glanced at the nook and back at Clarke pointedly. They quickly walked over and Bellamy maneuvered them until Clarke’s back was against the wall and his large frame was covering her completely.

Clarke was used to communicating silently with Bellamy at this point. Following their sort of heart-to-heart after their day trip, they had developed a certain understanding of each other that showed itself in this weird telepathic way.

It had intensified after ending up in Mount Weather, though. The first time they saw each other after waking up had been when they were being discharged from quarantine. Clarke remembered relief washing over her as she realized she hadn’t killed him when she had pulled the lever. They had locked eyes across the room for all of two seconds, and proceeded to overpower the medical personnel helping them in perfect sync. That escape attempt hadn’t gotten them anywhere, except in Dante’s room for a very ambiguous and creepy talk where they realized they were technically being held captive. Their connection had only gotten stronger after that, and now it was like they knew what the other was thinking before the thought had even finished forming.

That didn’t stop Clarke from being surprised when Bellamy leaned in close. She could feel his breath on her cheeks. She was suddenly hyper aware of exactly how close they were standing.

“Do you trust me?” Clarke’s heart beat a little faster at having Bellamy so close, whispering in her ear. She nodded without hesitating. He leaned back and their eyes met. She could barely hear the guard’s footsteps getting closer over her thundering pulse.

“I do.” Bellamy’s eyes fluttered for a second and he swallowed. He saw the guard spot them from the corner of his eye.

“I’m sorry this had to happen this way,” he quickly whispered, and then his lips were on hers. One of his hands was on the wall above her head, the other gently caressing her cheek.

She was so shocked that it took her a few moments to respond. Bellamy grabbed her hand and put it on his waist and pressed his lips against hers as if he was saying “come on, Clarke”.

Clarke caught on to Bellamy’s plan quickly after that and responded to his kiss. As the initial shock wore off, she finally realized she was kissing Bellamy Blake. It wasn’t weird or awkward as she thought it might be; instead it felt so – natural. She grabbed his shirt where her hand was resting on his waist and carded her free hand in his curls. She felt Bellamy sigh against her lips as her nails brushed against his scalp. One of his hands dropped to her back and pulled her flush against him as they deepened the kiss – and promptly jumped apart when the guard cleared his throat right next to them.

“This hallway is off limits.” Clarke blinked dazedly at Bellamy and bit her lip; her brain still trying to work through I just made out with Bellamy.

Realizing that Clarke wasn’t going to talk anytime soon, Bellamy started explaining.

“We were just trying to find someplace private. We didn’t know this floor was closed off.” He was holding the back of his neck and avoiding the guard’s eyes, feigning nervousness. 

Finally finding her voice, Clarke piped in, “Yeah, we’re really sorry. Won’t happen again.”

The guard glanced between them for a moment, then nodded his head, satisfied. “Yeah, yeah, I know how it is at your age. Just be careful where you wander off to next time.”

The mention of next time had Clarke’s stomach flipping in anticipation, but she shook it off and grabbed Bellamy’s hand, pulling him towards the elevator. She quickly mumbled a “thank you” over her shoulder as the elevator doors closed behind them.

Bellamy kept stealing glances at the mirror in front of them to see her reaction, but she was determined not to show anything. She would deal with what this kiss meant after they had gotten their people out of this hellhole. They slowly slipped back into their usual conversation as they left the elevator and went to join their friends.

She had forgotten all about Bellamy’s words just before he kissed her until she was in bed, replaying the events of the day in her mind. I’m sorry this had to happen this way. Did that mean he had been hoping to kiss her at one point? Had he given thought to how he wanted to kiss her? Just the possibility of that was enough to keep her awake for a couple more hours, tossing and turning.

2

“The Sun and Moon did fall in love but no one said it was a happy story.”

Let’s talk my Sun/Moon Spirit AU ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

tumblr fucked up my image quality okay lets get that out of the way if you want better quality, click on the images.

  • Both Mari and Adrien are half-spirits, actually being part human. 
  • On days they feel like it and are physically allowed, they transform into their ‘human’ versions.
  • Granted, their spirit versions look human but on Earth, they can be disguised as normal people. 
  • As spirits, neither age and have seen centuries upon centuries of different decades. Though because of this, they can have fun adjusting to different eras and are fascinated with these ‘modern touchable squares’.
  • Each night before the dawn, Mari has to set out morning stars which Adrien can see when he awakes, a big reason why he fell in love with her. 
  • Mari, however, has seen Adrien, but only in his human version, and not knowing who he is, falls in love with this human. 
  • They only see eachother, of course, via eclipse. 
  • When the eclipses occur, they don’t have a lot of time so every time it does;
  • “Moon Spirit, how lovely you look today! May I take your hand in marriage now?” 
  • Mari always just laughs and politely declines but in the back of his head, he knows he does want her hand in marriage. They part ways, say the usual goodbye and “keep the morning stars coming’.
  • Then Adrien waits for the next eclipse. He always does. 

More on this au and character designs to come and possibly a gifcomic when I get back to Australia but yeah, this one is semi-angsty and i’m r e a d y.

BTS FC 170309
SUGA HANDWRITTEN LETTER

Hello this is BTS’ Suga
Haha it is finally my 25th birthday?
I feel kind of weird
I feel like just yesterday I was 20 years old
Since debut, it’s both my 4th Spring and birthday
Me, a person who has always been impatient and constantly worrying about the future
Me, a person who always feels 21 years old performs in front of countless of ARMYs
And now that others call me sunbae (senior), I get to perform at concerts all around the world,
I am constantly living a busy life that gives me the opportunity to meet you all which is a dream and I’m so happy about it.
After debuting, it’s always so exciting to see so many ARMYs take care of me and wish a happy birthday
To be honest, I never cared much for birthdays
Thinking how ARMYs prepare special gifts and are happy doing it make my birthday feel special
Thank you to every single ARMY for making me a special person
I may look like a person who is living just because they were born, but I am trying very hard and my best to become a better person
So please continue to watch over me for a very long time
Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday
As I grow older, I promise to repay you guys with better music and performances

P.S. Now I want to stop growing old… ㅠㅠ

trans: jhope-shi

Listen I know we all love bilingual Lance and boy oh boy guess who’s here with some bilingual headcanons!!

•Lance used to speak fluent spanish as a child, but when he started going to public school, he just … Lost that ability.
•Lance can understand some words and phrases in spanish but doesn’t really know how to form sentences. (he knows all the cursewords and tries to use them as much as he can bc that’s Cool™)
•He can understand enough words to get the gist of what people are saying.
•Lance started to feel kind of detatched from his family since he couldn’t speak spanish and basically everyone else (save for the younger kids) could.
•His family doesn’t put any effort into teaching him spanish bc they want him to be more American than Hispanic (a sad truth that I unfortunately experienced)
•Lance starts to take spanish classes seriously when he gets to high school. He slowly learns how to form proper sentences, and he’s at the top of his class bc he wants to connect with his family language-wise. He tries hard, and grasps the language without any help from his fluent-spanish-speaking parents.
•One time, he had to do a project in spanish class, but he didn’t know how to form the sentence he wanted. So, he goes to his parents for help.
•Big mistake.
•His parents are from different regions of south america, so they speak different forms of spanish. Whatever he’s learning at school is. Not. The same.
•He had to go back and forth from his dad to his mom for one goddamn question like holy crow.
•"No, no! Your father is wrong! I speak PROPER spanish!“
-That was an actual quote from my mother it’s legit.
•His father ends up being right. At least in terms of School Spanish.
•Lance’s teacher ended up taking points away anyway bc she knew he wasn’t capable of speaking in such eloquent, complex spanish.
•He once went over his vocab list with his fam since he forgot his spanish dictionary at school. Another mistake. Don’t ask your different-spanish-speaking parents for translations when they’re in the same room.
•They spent more time arguing about the translation than actually translating.
•Mom: “Aficion? I’ve never heard that word in my life! It doesn’t exist!”
•"It means ceiling fan, mom.“
•M: “Oh! Then you mean ‘hincha’!”
•Dad: “Hincha?! Are you trying to teach our son slang?!”
•"Wait, that’s slang?!“
•"Well, ya-”
•D: “Aficion es the tiki tiki.”
•M: “No. La tiki tiki es la hincha!”
•They slowly seep into full spanish and Lance is watching on in amusement.
•He ends up texting his aunt about the right answer, and she tells him that it’s aficion.
•Mom loses the argument.
•He has a presentation in class for an oral test. He knows he has a great accent and great understanding of spanish, but when he goes up to speak, he can’t say anything.
•Everything comes out slow and stuttered, but he still gets an A+ bc his pronunciation is on point.
•There’s a non-hispanic/latinx kid in his class. They get straight A’s and speak faster than Lance. Lance is jealous of them. It’s not fair that a person who isn’t surrounded by latin culture can speak it so well, while he can’t.
•They’re the top 2 in the class, but Lance is always second. He’s always second in everything.
•Eventually, Lance learns enough Spanish to understand full sentences. He gets a giddiness in his chest when he can understand EXACTLY what is being said in spanish. He loves it.
•Even when his parents are scolding him in spanish, he tries his best not to smile bc he UNDERSTANDS!! •He tries to get his parents/family to communicate with him in Spanish more bc he’s so proud that he can FINALLY understand them. He feels connected to them again, and loves the feeling of embracing his heritage at last.
•Then … His family asks hin why he never talks back in spanish.
•Lance is still shy and insecure about his spanish, bc sometimes he makes mistakes. And sometimes, fluent speakers are not the nicest when it comes to that. He’s afraid they’ll make fun of him bc he’s still learning.
•He goes to a restaurant that has people who only speak spanish in it. He then has to order from the menu.
•He asks for a soda. When the waitress leaves, his entire family is beaming at him. He asks why.
•They gush about his perfect pronunciation and format. They’re proud of him. They had no idea he knew it so well.
•Lance is almost brought to tears bc his family is just as proud of him as he is - especially on something so important to him.
•He talks and laughs with his family at dinner again after that.
•When he gets in space, he tries to keep himself knowledgeable in spanish. He doesn’t want to forget again.
•He listens to old spanish radio shows and songs all of the time. He listens to sports, no matter which kind, in spanish.
•He tries to teach the other paladins Spanish. He grins when they start cussing under their breath in spanish. Sometimes, the paladins will just slip into it and they’ll forget that they’re speaking another language bc it’s so second-nature to them.
•But Lance notices, and it feels a little more like home.

‘  all i need is for you to stay by my side.  ’
‘  all of the love songs remind me of you.  ’
‘  all of the words in the world can’t show how much you mean to me.  ’
‘  boy,  could i use your love  &  affection right now.  ’
‘  concept:  we’re both awake at 4 a.m.  i call you to hear your sleepy voice.  ’
‘  cute thing that you do:  the most stereotypical giggle  &  then hiding your face.  ’
‘  don’t let this be temporary.  ’
‘  don’t worry about me.  i just want to know you’re okay.  ’
‘  every day i get to see your gorgeous face is a good day.  ’
‘  everything about our relationship feels so natural  &  perfect.  ’
‘  feelings change,  but mine about you won’t.  ’
‘  hey,  guess what?  i love you.  ’
‘  hold me tight  &  tell me you love me.  ’
‘  i always daydream about living with you.  ’
‘  i am so exhausted,  but i’d sleep so much better with your arms around me.  ’
‘  i can’t help but imagine living with you years from now.  ’
‘  i can’t keep setting fires to keep you warm.  ’
‘  i could listen to you talk about the things you love forever.  ’
‘  i don’t think i’ll ever stop wanting you.  ’
‘  i don’t want those memories any more.  ’
‘  i forget who  &  where i am when we kiss.  ’
‘  i get that warm,  pleasant feeling in my chest when i’m with you.  ’
‘  i hope with all my heart that you love me like i love you.  ’
‘  i hope you feel the same way you make me feel.  ’
‘  i just want to softly cuddle with you  &  count the freckles on your cheek  &  i want to run my fingers through your hair.  ’
‘  i know it’s getting scary,  but you’ve just got your perfect self out of bed  &  do the best with what you’ve got.  i believe in you.  ’
‘  i love looking into your squinted eyes while we laugh.  ’
‘  i love when you give me little kisses on my hand  &  cheek  &  neck.  it makes me feel so loved.  ’
‘  i never thought i’d deserve the love you give me.  ’
‘  i think you’ve shown me what love really is.  ’
‘  i want the only thing between our bodies to be our love.  ’
‘  i want the only thing between our love to be our lips.  ’
‘  i want to bury my face in the crook of your neck until we both fall asleep.  ’
‘  i want to listen to the beautiful song of your voice for hours.  ’
‘  i want to make you just as happy as you make me.  ’
‘  i want to wake up to your smile.  ’
‘  i want to wrap my arms around you at 3 a.m.  &  tell you i love you.  ’
‘  i want you to be my yesterday,  my today,  &  my tomorrow.  ’
‘  i want you.  ’
‘  i will always love you.  even when you don’t think it’s a possibility,  i am going to love you.  ’
‘  i would sleep so much better with you right next to me.  ’
‘  if only you could see your angelic self from my perspective.  ’
‘  if you frequently play with my hair,  i might just fall in love with you.  ’
‘  it’s amazing feeling the warmth of your love.  ’
‘  it’s okay to have a bad day every once in a while.  ’
‘  it’s so much easier to fall asleep when you’re in bed next to me,  running your gentle fingers down my back while we softly smile at each other through the darkness.  ’
‘  i’d wait a lifetime to be in your arms.  ’
‘  i’m all yours.  always.  ’
‘  i’m always going to support you.  without even a second thought,  i’ll be there when you need me.  i want what’s best for you.  ’
‘  just knowing you’re there comforts me.  ’
‘  just thinking about how you make me blush.  ’
‘  keep in mind all the things that you have to look forward to,  babe.  ’
‘  kiss me under the starry sky.  ’
‘  let me know if you’re in love with me too.  ’
‘  let today be the day that everything changes.  you are capable of so much.  ’
‘  let’s go on a cute,  cliché date.  ’
‘  let’s sleep together under the stars.  ’
‘  make yourself  &  your own happiness you priority.  ’
‘  make yourself happy before you worry about me.  ’
‘  my kindness isn’t weakness.  ’
‘  my new years resolution is for all our arguments to be settled because i know you’ll still have my love  ’
‘  oh,  what a privilege it is to matter to you.  ’
‘  our love could make flowers bloom int he dead of winter.  ’
‘  pet names are my weakness.  ’
‘  start setting boundaries.  enough is enough.  ’
‘  thank you for caring like nobody else ever has.  ’
‘  thank you for caring when nobody else has.  ’
‘  the world is going to do something amazing for you.  ’
‘  there are times to power through it  &  there are times to say no.  ’
‘  when i look at the stars i can’t help but think of you.  ’
‘  when you look at me,  the butterflies flutter.  ’
‘  you are my happiness  &  you don’t even know it.  ’
‘  you are my starlight.  ’
‘  you are the one i’d do anything for.  ’
‘  you are what puts my mind to rest when i can’t sleep.  ’
‘  you don’t need anyone to rescue you.  you can do it all on your own,  babe.  i know you can.  ’
‘  you feel like home.  ’
‘  you have a smile that lights up my world.  ’
‘  you have no idea how proud of you i am.  you’ve done so much for everyone.  thank you.  ’
‘  you stole my heart,  but i’ll let you keep it.  ’
‘  you’re made of stars  &  you’re my favorite constellation.  ’
‘  you’re my favorite notification.  ’
‘  you’re my home  &  i’m homesick.  ’
‘  you’re not just your mistakes  &  you deserve to be happy.  ’
‘  you’re so much more than good enough.  don’t ever doubt that.  ’
‘  you’re soft  &  sweet  &  too good for me.  ’
‘  you’re something special babe.  you can make a difference.  ’
‘  you’re the happy part of my days.  ’
‘  you’re the one i’m looking for.  ’
‘  you’re the one thing i think about when i wake up every morning.  ’
‘  you’re the reason why i want to get up every morning.  ’
‘  you’re waking,  talking,  living,  loving poetry.  ’

6

have you heard the rumours about my rapping?
i have, actually!
come at me with a beat.
okay, yeah.

Good things about TLD (in no particular order)

- John looking genuinely offended when people don’t believe he writes the blog

- “the man we both love”

- Sherlock asking John if he’s okay because he doesn’t want him to leave yet

- HUG + “it is what it is”

- “I’m Sherlock Holmes I wear the Damn hat [ISN’T THAT RIGHT MARY?]”

- Mycroft being asked out by Lady Smallwood and just not ??? getting it ???

- Sherlock complaining that the vase he’s drinking from isn’t clean

- Imaginary Mary being hilarious and adorable and a total badass (also seemingly a hardcore johnlock shipper)

- Learning so much of what John thinks but doesn’t dare to admit through imaginary Mary

- “You’re done with the world being explained to you by a man. Well who isn’t.”

- “I DON’T WANT TO DIE” (broke my fucking heart)

- Bad cereal puns

- “IT’s funNY CoS It’S TruE”

- MRS HUDSON kidnapping Sherlock in a boot and forcing him to meet John and owning a badass car and being on the phone with the British government while driving way past speed limit listening to Beethoven and being chased by the police.

- Spelling Fuck off on the tracer

- “You’re suicidal, you’re allowed chips”

-  “Taking your own life. Interesting expression. Taking it from who? Once it’s over it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everybody else. Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it.” honestly one of my favorite quotes ever

- The way the episode dealt with self harm and suicide in general really

- Faith / Eurus was so charming for some reason

- Yay Irene Adler mention

- John Watson owning up to how shitty he’s been lately and hence allowing me to stop hating him

- Also John finally being able to cope with his grief and guilt and reaching some kind of internal peace with Mary and himself

- Sherlock and John reunited again

- thE TWIST AT THE END (I genuinely thought it was Moriarty for a second though)

Okay I don’t know if I’m the only one but! It looked to be like they wanted to fix whole season 3 in one episode and… I loved it?

  • Clarke thanked both Bellamy and Raven in this episode, it’s like all we have been talking about whole season 3.
  • Clarke saw Kabby being close and you could see she was happy they’re happy.
  • Bellamy is still pissed about Gina, they didn’t forget it which means a lot &he hates Echo so much I’m living.
  • Bellarke were all the time co-leaders, Clarke didn’t make decisions alone, was looking to Bellamy to answers too all the time. 
  • The scene between Kane and Bellamy - Kane knows Bellamy is blaming himself after everything.
  • Bonus: while everyone is calling Clarke wanheda, Bellamy calls her princess.

even finally finally letting isak know how he truly feels, letting him know that he’s scared, not trying to be positive, not trying to be optimistic, and isak not letting even’s words change his perception, not letting them make him doubt. 

because isak wants this to work so much, and he’s willing to put in all the necessary effort in order to make it work. and he’s so certain that it will work, you can tell he has that gut feeling and no one’s going to make him change his mind. he has so much faith in their love, in them, and he’s thinking “if you don’t feel like you have enough faith right now, if you’re too hurt for that right now, that’s okay. i’ll still stay. i’ll have enough faith for the both of us” 

okay so I’ve just binge-watched Yuri on Ice to avoid my responsibilities, so allow me to offer you this Yuri on Ice-ish Enjoltaire AU:

  • Enjolras is a renowned French figure skater, idolised by the fans because he’s both impossibily talented and beautiful. He’s been under the spotlight for as long as he can remember
  • Thing is, if he really did start off loving figure skating, the pressure is getting too much lately. His parents are the ones who really want him on the ice, but all his fire has burnt out. He just wants to take a break and focus on other stuff, like activism and his friends
  • Meanwhile, Grantaire is a famous-but-never-winner Greek figure skater, who idolised and fostered a crush on Enjolras for freaking EVER. He has a very laid-back and nonchalant style, and he’s graceful on the ice, but his self-esteem, depression, and poor life choices are getting in the way of his career
  • One day, Enjolras sees one of Grantaire’s performances and oh boy. Grantaire has an innate grace and his body can tell such vivid stories, but he holds so much back! Enjolras’ decision is taken. He’ll coach Grantaire for the Grand Prix, since he has no desire to skate himself
  • Grantaire is, of course, D-Y-I-N-G because his idol is???? On his doorstep??? What the fuck is happening???
  • Things go less smoothly than anticipated. Enjolras is demanding and sometimes harsh, while Grantaire doesn’t believe in himself as much as he should
  • They have a huge fall out at some point. Out of frustration and exhaustion, Grantaire points out that he can’t be Enjolras, because he doesn’t have the cold iron beauty that it takes, that he can’t be made of icy marble like Enjolras is
  • They make up later, opening up to each other. Enjolras explains that he’s lived under the crushing pressure of perfection all his life, and it messes up his expectations. Grantaire apologises profusely, saying that perhaps Enjolras should coach someone who actually has a chance of winning the Grand Prix
  • But Enjolras has none of that. He believes in Grantaire. That’s what he says every time before Grantaire gets on the ice. “I believe in you.”
  • Bonus point: Spanish figure skater Courfeyrac, Captain of the Enjoltaire ship, constantly nagging them about being like an old married couple and keeping the fans updated about operation “Holi-gays on Ice”
6

from the “hey, you are my partner, okay? it’s a guy hug, take it” to the “i love you so much and i’m so worried about you that i just want to hug you to make sure you are okay”

One time after a show my friends and I met Josh & Tyler and like my friend is not a big fan of hugs with band members bc she thinks it’s weird and like they didn’t sign up for that stuff but so when Tyler went in for a hug my friend was like “um can I get a handshake?” And I guess Tyler just assumed that she wasn’t okay with ANY kind of physical contact so he was like nah ima bow to you and so I just see my friend and Tyler bowing to each other and Josh gave her a fistbump and then for the photo they put their arms around her shoulders and were both like “is this okay?” And thEY JUST RESPECT THEIR FANS SO MUCH OKAY I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!

The First Move

Requested by anon: Can I have something where a girl reader is over at stiles’ house sitting on his bed watching star wars with him? They both have HUGE crushes on each other and the reader knows but she’s waiting for stiles to make an move. Suddenly stiles starts playing with her hands. Can you add something in where she just starts rambling and he stops her by grabbing her face and saying “I’ve wanted to do this for so long” and kisses her? Thank you so much! I love your writing 😍    

A/N: Thanks for the request! I added a little at the beginning and changed the order at the end a bit so it would fit better into the story, I hope that’s okay. Enjoy! :)       

Pairing: Reader x Stiles

Requests are open!

„Oh come on, Stiles! I can’t see you sad like this!“, you exclaim desperately while you walk beside him towards your locker and look up at his distressed expression. It’s true: Your heart breaks at his sadness. You discovered that that’s an annoying side effect when you’re in love with someone. Stiles just shrugs and pulls up the straps of his backpack, not really encouraging you at all.

“I just can’t believe she’s dead. I mean, she has been a legend for me since I was a little kid”, he explains.

Obviously he’s talking about Carrie Fisher. He hasn’t been talking about anything else since it happened, although you’re really trying hard to cheer him up. You have tested pretty much every option you have and only one is left.

“You know what? Why don’t we just make a Star Wars marathon today?”, you suggest, leaning against your locker as he opens his own and hides his face in it. “I mean, it’s movie night anyway and honoring her in that way might make things a little easier.”

“I don’t know”, he mumbles. “What if it depresses me even more?”

“Well, you can’t stop watching Star Wars anyway and I think it’s worth a try. What do you say?”

He takes his time to grab his books and cram it in his bag while you wait for the answer hopefully. Finally he slams the door shut, looks at you and his brown eyes turn a little softer. “Why not? At mine at seven?”

“I’ll be there”, you promise, giving him a little smile.

He returns it, although it’s still somewhat lopsided, but you appreciate the effort. He quickly leans down to press a kiss onto your cheek before he turns around and walks towards the exit swiftly. The spot where his lips touched your skin seems to burn and you can’t suppress a longing sigh as you look after him.

In that moment someone clears her throat right next to you and you whirl around with a shriek. Your eyes fall on Lydia with her eyes raised and arms crossed.

“Damnit, Lydia! You scared me to death!”, you complain.

She just flips her long, strawberry blond hair over her shoulder. “Well, if loverboy wouldn’t take all your attention you might’ve noticed me standing there. Seriously: this is getting ridiculous! When will the two of you finally start making out instead of acting like four year-olds?”

You feel your cheeks heating up from something entirely else this time, although you know that she’s perfectly right. You know that he likes you back. You both have been pretty obvious about your feelings and it’s impossible to hide them anyway when you’re surrounded by werewolves. However, you really hate those kind of things.

“It’s not that easy”, you claim weakly. A sentence that will never convince a Lydia Martin.

“That’s nonsense and you know it. Every girl who is unhappily in love would punch you for that statement.”

“I know, okay? But…but we are friends and it could get really weird. And I’m a little old-fashioned when it comes to things like that. I want him to make the first move”, you admit.

Lydia observes you for a moment before she sighs, links her arm with yours and pulls you along. “I get that, but we are talking about Stiles here. It could take decades until he makes a move. He’s an idiot, especially concerning girls.”

“I’m really bad at this.”

“Then let’s hope that he surprises me for once.”


As you arrive at his house, Stiles greets you in a blue shirt and grey sweatpants.

“Hey! Do you feel a little better?”, you ask him after you hugged him tightly.

“A bit. I think this was a good idea”, he admits while he walks up to his room beside you. You grin.

“Of course it was. It was mine after all.”

As you enter his room, you notice that he already prepared everything. Star Wars episode four is in the player, a bowl with nachos stands on the nightstand and soft drinks lie in a box on the floor. For Stiles that’s pretty well-wrought.

“I suppose we will watch episode four, five and six?”, you ask him, snatching a nacho out of the bowl and throwing yourself onto the matrass.

“Obviously. Are you ready to honor her?”

“Absolutely!”, you exclaim and he dims the light and starts the movie.

Movie night is a thing the two of you do pretty regularly. However, today it feels a little different. You have no idea where it suddenly comes from, but there is a tension in the air as soon as he lies down next to you. You quickly grab a bottle of coke, just to have something to do. Does he feel it too? You secretly throw a look at his face but his eyes are fixed on the TV and his expression doesn’t tell you anything. Not very helpful. You gulp down a sigh and decide to simply concentrate on the movie.

At first you are both unusually quiet and just watch, but at some point in the movie you start to behave more normally and add your little comments here and there, make jokes and laugh together. You have both seen Star Wars so many times that you could speak along with the characters and watching it side by side is almost like a ritual. After you’re finished with the first one, Stiles already looks much better. He’s even able to smile at you and that’s all you wanted to achieve.

Somewhere along the second movie you become a little tired and snuggle deeper into the sheets, ending up closer to him than before. You are so close that you can smell his perfume and you immediately become a little nervous. At the same time you don’t want to move away from him because that would send the wrong message. You want something to happen. You are scared of it but you want it anyway. However, you are simply unable to do anything.

You feel Stiles body move now and then. He lifts his arm only to let it fall back onto the blanket. He clears his throat without saying anything. Your heart starts to pound a little faster and the tension returns with unexpected heaviness. All of that reaches its peak as he suddenly takes your hand in his.

You hold your breath for a second until you tell yourself to relax and act normal. It’s not the first time that he’s holding your hand, only the first time in this kind of context. For a moment it’s a little awkward, but then he starts to randomly play with your fingers and you realize that’s it’s really soothing. You like it.

You can hear Lydia’s voice in your head. “This is the moment. Just do it.” You tense up again immediately and instead of just turning around, realizing that he’s staring at you lovingly and kissing him, you start to ramble.

“You know, I really liked the new one but just watching the old ones really brings back that feeling of being a little child, that moment of nostalgia. You know what I mean? It’s really unfair to measure a movie’s quality like that but I just can’t help myself. I mean, when I watch all the new ones I will never have my dad beside me, laughing when I cover my eyes although it’s totally not spooky and that’s just something I’m missing and…”

You only see a flash of Stiles’ smile before he finally interrupts you by cupping your face and pressing his soft, warm lips onto yours. Your own lips respond immediately as if they only waited for this happen, which might be very true. Nevertheless, it’s better than you ever imagined it. Your brain stops to work and your emotions take control over your body. The butterflies flutter from your stomach to your head and you bury your fingers in his hair, pulling his face even closer while your press your body against his. You are feeling immensely drunk but without that stupid, bad feeling in your stomach. Drunk from pure happiness.

As you pull apart after an indefinable time you blink at him, confused and very pleased at the same time. His cheeks are reddened and he looks just as flustered as you feel.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long”, he mumbles with a hoarse voice that gives you goosebumps.

You chuckle and lean your head against his shoulder. The movie is long forgotten, this very moment is so much more important than anything else.

“And I’ve waited so long for you to finally do it.”

“Frisk finally smiled at Chara like once. Chara cried.”

Fanart for @soleilos​ / @askhopesanddreams. I know you’re not active on the blog anymore, but I needed to express how much I love your interpretation of Frisk and Chara (both before and after the new headcanons), how much I enjoy your blog, your storytelling, and goodness, your art. It’s just so clean and cute and just–

So, fanart! Dunno how exactly that particular scene went down, but here’s my interpretation of it. I just found it adorable, okay?

when I play me3 the thing I miss most from 2 is having kasumi around to chat with! I love her so much, she’s such a babe, and I love that despite being a totally unrepentant master-thief, mischief-maker and gossip queen, she’s easily the sweetest nicest person on the ship???? she never says mean stuff when she dishes the ship goss to shep just cute stuff like “oh that last mission must have been so tough for [squadmate], they deserve better, I hope they’re okay :(” and “I heard garrus really likes you! you should go for it because you both deserve to be happy!”

tldr; KASUMI GOTO IS A SWEETIE PIE 10/10 WOULD COMPANION AGAIN WOULD ROMANCE THE SHIT OUT OF HER IF ALLOWED

why is kasumi sitting on the bar? I feel like she’d be one of those people who climbs up and lounges around on literally any horizontal surface.

Love Unintentional

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Anonymous asked: Hey, I was thinking maybe you could write about Harry and Y/N being celebrities and having to do a PR stunt. They both hate PR stunts because they are in love with their current girlfriend/boyfriend (which r okay with the PR stunt). Harry and Y/N end up falling for each other.

Word Count: 2973

A/M:  This idea was amazing anon! I might have tweaked it a little bit, but thank you so much for sending it to me! I’m sorry it took forever for me to get this up. There will be a part two. Hope you enjoy! Tell me if you do! :) Xxx

*Other Parts: Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six


You insisted on putting the last touches of your makeup yourself, now finishing your look with the right shade of red. 

“What do you think?” You asked turning to your boyfriend as you did a little spin to show off your dress. 

“You look great. Always do.” He said barely looking up. 

You crossed your arms and gave him an annoyed look. 

“What?” He asked half annoyed, “You ask the same thing every time, and ever since you started "going out” with him it’s become routine.“

"Not going to wish me luck?" 

"Luck on what? It’s another date with him isn’t it?”

“It’s a premier. I’m kind of nervous actually. It’s my first one”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’ve gone through this kind of thing before." 

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said waving him off 

 

It had been the routine for the last 6 months. You had become a rising star within the last two year; a star that came to the level of popularity that your agent had decided that it’d be good for you if you were to have a “fake boyfriend.” But never in your wildest dreams did you think that this fake boyfriend would be Harry Styles.

 

—7 months ago—

“What on earth would he get out of "dating” me?“ 

"Well,” your agent started, “He’s obviously very famous and popular around the world, and you need the publicity. You're this close,” he said giving a hand gesture that showed the small distance he was referring to, “This close to being the next huge thing. If you do this with Harry, it will prolong your career." 

You sighed, "Again, that wasn’t my question. What does Harry get out of it? I’m not that famous. What benefit does he get?”

Your agent frowned, “I thought you liked him. I thought you’d be thrilled to "go out” with him.“

"I am! He’s great, he’s cute. But more importantly he’s a genuine guy. I have met him before. I just want to know why. I don’t want to completely take advantage of him." 

He heaved a deep sigh, "You attract a certain audience and style and it’s something that his agent seems to like as well to broaden his own audience like he will for you.”

You were able to breathe a little easier, now knowing more about this seemingly odd situation. Even if it was something that’s been done since the very beginning of Hollywood and the fame industry. 

 

“Alright. I’ll agree to it if he agrees to it. But you know, we have to talk to [Y/BF/N] about this. I don’t know how he’ll react to something like this.” And you started to feel anxious at the thought. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll talk to him about it.” Your agent said, “Also we’ll have to meet with Harry and his agent to discuss the ground rules. You said you’ve met him before right?”

You nodded, “At a party about 2 months ago." 

"Good. I’ll call you when we’ll be meeting with him. It’s also when we’ll discuss how we’ll bring you two into the public eye.”

“Whoa. Hold on, shouldn’t we wait until he agrees to being my "boyfriend”?“

He gave a look, "Wait I didn’t mention it? He already has." 

"What? Oh. Well alright.”

Everything had be sorted out beforehand, and you and Harry had met to see what you would both agree upon. The terms for the relationship were both simple and basic.

No sex.

No spontaneous PDA 

And no spontaneous trips away. 

Everything had to have been planned and known beforehand. 

 

You didn’t have a doubt in your mind. The rules were too easy. You both were already taken. This was simply work. 

 

The first few times a month after the idea and rules were laid out, you had both made it look easy. But it wasn’t quite the “young love” that people thought it would be.

But your agents and the managing teams had an idea to make the relationship seem more believable. 

So this time the scene was set- a table near a window of a very public restaurant. The lighting was very dim just enough to enhance the candlelight that was at every table, but the focus on you and Harry was very clear. 

The place wasn’t busy… yet; but with the whispers of people nearby, including the staff, you knew that the plan was working and that by the time you were to both walk out,  the paparazzi would be everywhere. 

 

Just as planned. You thought. 

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