look at all the dapper in here

must’ve been born with two right feet

Nursey doesn’t usually go to these things alone. He can usually find a date - or at least a friend - to make everything a little less awkward. This is Jack and Bitty’s wedding, though, which means that all of his friends are already here. It also means that the only person he would want to bring as a date is already here, too, looking unfairly dapper in his grey suit.

He’s jumping around on the dance floor with Chowder and Farmer when the DJ announces that she’s switching over to a slow song, and he ducks out to sit down at the table.

He doesn’t mind sitting and watching the couples dancing, Chowder lifting Farmer off her feet to spin her around, Ransom with his face tucked into Holster’s neck, Jack leaning down so his forehead rests on Bitty’s, but he’s spent the whole damn day fantasizing about what might’ve been if he had the balls to just ask -

“Do you want to dance?”

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Hearts Don’t Break Around Here: The Divide Series

Here is a link to the song, if you’d like to listen along to help set the mood. x



It wasn’t often that Harry got to spend more than a week or two back at home, so whenever he did, he cherished the time deeply.

He’d been in Holmes Chapel for a week now, spending time with his family and catching up with the few old friends that he’s still in contact with. It was where he would go whenever he needed to wind down, or when he needed to ground himself from all the fame and attention. He’d been receiving a lot of it lately, with all of the lead-up to the release of his first single. And he knew that after the song was released everything would be crazy for a little bit, so he decided to get in as much home time as he could.

That afternoon, Anne had sent him to the grocery store to grab a few things for dinner—he was walking through the wine section, carrying a basket filled with different cheeses and a carton of eggs. It was a small locally sourced store that had been in business ever since Harry could remember—when he was a little boy, he would always come here and buy a chocolate bar on Friday’s after school. Everyone who worked there knew him, and greeted him cheerily.

The Beatles’s Here Comes the Sun was playing over the radio through the speakers, and he caught himself humming softly as his eyes scanned the wine rack. He was in no hurry—there was something about being back home that made it seem like time was frozen. He picked out a bottle of his mum’s favorite wine and set it in his basket—that’s when it happened.

He caught the familiar scent of Alien perfume.

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Close as Strangers: Chapter 10

Close as Strangers: Chapter 10

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: High School au, angst, fluff

Happy Valentines day, lovelies. Thank you if you’re still reading this. Sorry about mistakes, i’m sleepy and just got off work.

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

Originally posted by donewithjeon

The fact that it was March, almost April, was crazy. You were getting into some different colleges and so was Jungkook. It was weird that sooner or later you’d be departing from each other. You’d been thinking about it so much recently. You knew you two would have the summer and everything. It was just that you had been waiting so long for Jungkook to be yours and then all too soon you would be split up. It was like you couldn’t win.

You were trying not to think about it and obviously it wasn’t working.

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Three times the sun gods bothered Icarus at work

Soooo this was going to be a “5 + 1” fic but I really gotta work on my project now, boo.  but I wanted to send you what I had :)  so here’s three parts!  I tried to write from Icarus’s point of view this time… not sure how great I did lol  anyway I hope you like it though  :)

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Icarus is taking four classes this term; the standard for a full-time student.  He also signed up for a handful of extracurricular activities, not many, but enough to keep him involved.  He’s discreetly in the student LGBTQ+ club, though he doesn’t often speak up.  And of course, astronomy club, which is the thing he lives for every week. 

He also has five separate jobs, that require his efforts at various times of the day/week.  Between the five of them, Icarus manages to make enough money to keep his monthly bills in check, as well as taking a chunk off of the cost of tuition.  He’s not rich, for sure, but frankly, it’s enough for him to keep his head above water (a phrase that’s always made him shudder, for some reason), and not burden his family with debt.

So many jobs, classes and extracurriculars requires Icarus to keep a detailed schedule on his refrigerator so he can keep track of where he’s supposed to be and when.

Tragically, this becomes his undoing, as certain other individuals also consult this schedule at their leisure to determine how and where to find him and maximize their pestering.

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Phantom of the Opera - Bruce Wayne x Reader

A/N: I didn’t do nearly as much with Two Face as I intended but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. 

Prompt: Hey! I’ve been waiting so long to request this. A phantom of the opera modern au with Bruce as Raoul, batmom as Christine, and two face as the phantom. Please and thank you. I really love your writing. ❤️

Despite being raised in a wealthy cultured household, he had never been all that fond of the opera. He just simply had other things on his mind. Tonight his mind was focused on the rumors that a ghost haunted this opera house. A murder had taken place and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. The police had written it off of a freak accident but Bruce suspected there was something sinister at play here.

He was escorted to his private box by a friendly, smiling usher. He sat down in one of the plush seats and waited for the show to start before he would slip out and begin his investigation while everyone was distracted. The curtains pulled away and that was Bruce’s cue to begin his work but before he could leave the box your beautiful familiar voice filled the theatre. He stopped in his spot turned to see that it was in fact you standing on the stage, the perfect picture of elegance.   

“Can it be?” He whispered to himself.  “Can it be [Y/N]?” You had been but a memory for him, all but forgotten in his past. You were his first friend, his first crush, his first girlfriend, his first everything. He smiled to himself thinking of the beautiful woman that you had grown into. Maybe once all this is over he could drop in backstage to say hello to an old friend.

Bruce forced himself to turn away from your enthralling performance and he traveled around the shadows performing his investigation. He found a few clues but little pointing to an actual culprit. He would need to come back when the theatre was empty to some of the areas that were just simply impossible to get to while a performance was going on.

Normally this would be the point where Bruce would go home and work on the case in the cave but he felt compelled to stay this time and listen to you sing. It had been so long since he heard your voice, he had forgotten how amazing you were. When the performance was done he snuck backstage and let himself into your dressing room.

“You were beautiful out there tonight.” He said. You back was turned to him. When you heard his voice you gasped and turned around in surprise.

“Bruce?” You asked, not quite sure if the handsome man in front of you was indeed your childhood friend.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” He asked with a laugh. You got up from your seat and rushed over to him to envelope him in a tight hug.

“I’ll say! Look at you! You got all handsome and dapper on me!” You said jokingly.

“Are you implying I wasn’t always handsome?” Bruce asked in mock offense.

“Well we were kids. I couldn’t always appreciate it then.” You rolled your eyes. “So what brings you here Bruce? You never really liked the opera when we were kids.”

“Tastes can change can’t they?” Bruce reasoned, avoiding giving you a real answer. He should have known you would see right through him. You were always uncannily perceptive, even as kids. “Fine. I heard rumor of a murderous phantom haunting this place and I was curious.” He answered a little more honestly when you gave him a look that said you didn’t believe him. Your face went pale at his second answer.

“The phantom?” You asked fearfully.

“Don’t tell me you believe in the Phantom of the Opera.” Bruce laughed. You were always so logical, he couldn’t believe that you so suddenly developed a belief in the paranormal.

“No of course not.” You whispered lifelessly, your gaze not meeting his. “Um, excuse me Bruce. I have to go check on something. It was great catching up with you, truly.” You said hurriedly. Before Bruce could protest you rushed out of the dressing room and ran down the hall. Sensing something was terribly wrong, Bruce ran after you calling after you.

“[Y/N]! Wait! Tell me what’s wrong. I can help, whatever it is.”

“The Phantom of the Opera is here inside my mind, Bruce.” You cried. Your eyes shone with tears which Bruce wiped from your cheeks.

“What do you mean, [Y/N]?” Bruce asked searching your eyes for the answers he was looking for. You wrenched your eyes shut and shook your head.

“He’s real Bruce. The Phantom’s real and he’s always here in my head, whispering to me.” You sobbed. Bruce wrapped his arms around you and brought you to his chest, gently rocking you back and forth.

“These voices-?” Bruce started to ask before your eyes shot open and you gave him a hard look.

“You think I’m crazy. I’m not crazy! I’ve seen him Bruce and I’ll never be able to forget that grotesque deformed face. He’s killed people Bruce. You need to leave. If he finds out that you’re here with me, he’ll -” You cried, panicking. Bruce cut you off with a firm kiss. Your lips moved desperately along with his. It had been so long since you broke up that you had both forgotten what this felt like. “He’ll kill you.” You murmured against Bruce’s lips when you separated briefly. Bruce only grunted in response before reconnecting you lips.

You’re mine. Your chains are still mine. I will get rid of this suitor and I’ll teach you once and for all who you belong to.’ The Phantom’s voice hissed in your ear. Your eyes shot open, wide eyed in fear. You pushed Bruce away and fell to the floor hugging your knees to your chest.

“What is it, [Y/N]? Please talk to me. I’m here, nothing can harm you.” Bruce encouraged, taking you hands in his.

“He’ll always be there singing songs in my head.” You whimpered.

“You said yourself he’s nothing but a man.” Bruce asked. You didn’t responded and just stared blankly in front of you. The Phantom’s voice filled your head and his threats chilled you to the core. Bruce didn’t know what he could do to help you. He didn’t even know if he could help you.

Bruce stared at you searched for some sort of answer when he noticed the earrings you were wearing. He remembered you always wore them when you were younger. They were one of the few items that belonged to your mother who died when you were just a young girl. You rarely ever took them off.

“Are those your mother’s earrings?” Bruce asked bringing his finger up to your ear to get a better look at the small pearls.

“Yes. You remembered.” You smiled softly.

“[Y/N] I need you to trust me. Take the earrings off.” Bruce said. You looked up at him with the utmost trust in your eyes. You reached up and took off the earrings, feeling naked when they were both out.

To your surprise, the voices in your head ceased when you removed the earrings. You let out a sob of relief and threw the earrings to the side. You closed the distance between you and Bruce and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Take me away from this nightmare, Bruce. All I want is freedom, a world with no more night.” You sobbed against his chest. He gently ran his fingers through your soft hair and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re safe, he won’t find you ever again. Your fears are far behind you, [Y/N].” Bruce reassured you.

“Promise me.” You insisted.

“Anything.” Bruce responded immediately.

“Promise me you need me with you now and always. Promise you’ll stay beside me to hold me and hide me.” You continued. “That’s all I ask of you.”

“If you promise me something in return.” Bruce said gently intertwining his fingers with yours. “Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too. [Y/N], that’s all I ask of you.” He said in return.

“Say you love me.” You prompted weakly, reaching your hand up to gently cradle his jaw. You wanted to hear the words that had been too long foreign to you.

“You know I do.” Bruce swore, leaning in and connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. No more wasted time, no more obstacles. You loved each other and you weren’t about to let each other go ever again.

anonymous asked:

humor a lil anon here, but imagine like each the ACOMAF crew dancing....Cassian would totally be a good dancer but be really cocky about it (and prone to goofy dancing and pelvic thrusting), Rhys would be all dapper & smooth moves, Azriel would avoid dancing if possible but could be coaxed into it with enough rallying/libations, Mor would just SLAY on the dance floor like WHOOSh byeee to everyone's panties, Amren would dance like your cool aunt and give zero fucks about how she looked...

This is….amazing. I’m in love. Okay okay wait I’m going to try and add to this without butchering it because like please consider: 

Az is definitely sitting in a corner, nursing a drink, smiling and waving at Mor whenever she vaguely drifts past, making sure there’s always a drink there for her, usually resisting her attempts to drag him onto the dancefloor (she’s not that insistent she knows he’s self-conscious and the like) When she does though they stick to the fringes of the crowds and it’s all very small, precise movements and he basically just cuddles her in a circle (Mor thinks it’s adorable) 

Feyre tends to be nestled in Azriel’s booth with him and this is when the two of them probably spend the most amount of time alone together. They just cosy up together and get to talking over the music because neither of them are really that big on the whole dancing among hoards of people thing so this suits them just fine thank you very much. They play little guessing games (like the one from ACOMAF) and Feyre makes it her mission to make Az smile as often as possible (especially if he’s been having a tough time recently) It’s precious. 

Rhys will occasionally sweep her into the floor though. She doesn’t mind as long as he doesn’t draw too much attention to them. He keeps it quiet and understated and he doesn’t really like being the centre of attention either so they just move quietly in a corner and it’s nice (’til Mor gets a hold of Feyre and drags her away from Lord Boring to have some ‘Fun’) 

My Nesta aesthetic at Rita’s is literally ‘I was dragged here against my will I’m going to sit in this corner and read and there’s nothing you can do about it (unless you’re Cassian, try me.’ Of course Cassian does try her and she gets the whole dramatic, flamboyant, fluttering his eyelashes down at her as he leans ‘seductively’ against the side of her booth (literally the only thing missing is the rose between his teeth (and he’s done this before - he asked Elain for the rose)) and then in this velvet, utterly irresistible (obviously) purr, ‘May I have this dance?’ Nesta just, bluntly, “No,” without even looking up from her book. (but she’s not really reading. he knows she’s not really reading.) He has to do a loooot of wheedling and then it’s like, ‘Only to get rid of you’ (lies Nesta) but he manages to drag her onto the floor. Nesta is a little bit…stiff and self-conscious so he makes the biggest fool of himself imaginable until she’s smiling…but that’s not enough so then he makes an even bigger fool of himself until she’s laughing a little bit and he literally looks like a puppy that’s just been told it’s the best doggy in the history of the world when she does that for him. 

Lucien is just…….No-one knows what Lucien is doing. No-one asks. They just let him get on with it. 

Elain thinks that it’s very entertaining. And she does really, really try to get him to dance with her Properly in hold and stuff…But he slips out of it after like five minutes because no wiggling uncontrollably with some semblance of rhythm is much more fun than all that formal stuff. Sometimes she gives up and just…wiggles along with him, giggling all the way through it. Sometimes he gets a tiny little impatient foot stamp and Lucien at which point he springs to attention and does as he is told.

And Amren just….doing whatever the fukc Amren wants to because she’s Amren. And all these people keep coming up to her trying to ask her to dance with them and she just…I think not. (Some nights she just sits in Az’s booth with him and drinks though, no-one can ever predict what she’s going to do) 

5

the days grow longer and the air sings with life, and even the sunsets seem more vibrant. colors of all shades and hues of the spectrum beckon you out to be among them, among the gentle kiss of the suns rays and the ubiquitous floral fragrance that reminds you of a simpler time. what better cause could there be to gather among the blossoms and signs of spring to celebrate the end of winter and the dawn of new beginnings with song, dance, and the best of company?

Hello! Tori here, and I am proud to present Stella City’s second mini-event, The Vernal Ball! This event will run from Friday, May 12th through Sunday, May 14th. This event will focus on on-dash threading. All are welcome to attend – in fact, they are encouraged to! The more, the merrier.

The ball’s host, Margaery Tyrell, is pleased to offer the following activities to all those who attend the ball.

  • Margaery has hired DJ Baaled, a sheep well-versed in music from the classical era all the way to modern music, providing a wide enough range of musical selections that everybody should be able to find something they can dance to.
  • Starlight Garden has graciously allowed us the use of their facilities for this even. There will (obviously) be a dancefloor available for those who feel the urge to show off their moves, but if you find yourself in need of a moment to rest (or perhaps a quiet moment with a special someone), the gardens are at your disposal. This is all about celebrating the coming of spring, after all!
  • Several very dapper-looking butler sheep will be in attendance to offer food and refreshments to the attendants. It wouldn’t be much of a party otherwise, now would it?
  • Margaery’s flower shop is working around the clock to prepare and provide corsages, boutonnieres, and, of course, flower crowns to help you look your very best on the day of the ball. There will be a stand set up where you can get one of your very own.

Excited for the ball? Here are a few fun ways you can prepare in advance!

  • Post (or draw!) a picture of what you are planning to wear! You can use the tag ‘#steci vernal ball’ to show it off to others.
  • Have a special someone? Had your eye on a special someone, but haven’t had the courage to make that move yet? No better chance than now! Ask them to accompany you!
  • Or, plan with your friends to attend together! Sometimes that can be even more fun than having a date. A lot less worrying about if there’s something in your teeth or if you snorted while you were laughing.

I didn’t post my thoughts last night but this is oh so necessary. SO LET’S DO THIS.
-First off, I WASN’T EXPECTING THIS? I was minding my own business and then I saw this and I cried?? SO FREAKING BEAUTIFUL.
-Look at all the boys!!! Being oh so fancy with their suits and looking super dapper! Let’s analyze them one by one.
-Taichi’s suit fits him so well!!! Light blue suit and a red tie and his innocent looks over me, is anyone else blushing here? Plus Agumon looks so happy ;-; they deserve this happiness.
-YAMATO, YOU SON, HOW DO YOU DO THAT. He looks soooo good and he’s not even trying!!! Is that champagne in your hand?? Y'all are supposed to be minors you… okay I forgive you, just because you look GREAT and are taking care of Gabumon.
-HEY TAKERU, THAT’S A NICE HAT!!! Yes, I said it. The kiddo looks fancy and I love that green army jacket and Patamon is as adorable as always. I just wish we could see the front :(
-Jou, JOU KIDO. I think no one has ever looked any better than Jou in this poster. That’s class, that’s a look!!! He looks so dapper, so fancy, so nice. Plus he’s matching Yamato so JOUMATO RISE!!!! I love to see Jou happy ah.
-LMAO Koushiro is me always close to the snacks at fancy parties. He looks so focus and so does Tentomon!!! I love how he’s not pervy/ike for once. Stay awesome Koushiro, I love you.
-NOW, THE GALS.
-That’s some age-appropriate, Hikari! I’m so proud! You look super cute and those colors fit you like a glove. See Toei? There’s no need for bikinis here.
-Meimi!!!!! I’m so glad you both decided to come out in this party. Lol, jokes appart, look at Mimi!!!! She looks super good, I love that dress and the gloves!!!! Even Meiko looks good!!!! A bit too old-ish if you ask me but it fits her style. Y'all are goddeses.
-AND MY QUEEN!!!! Work that white dress, Sora! It’s such a beautiful dress and she’s wearing a freaking CHOKER I honestly screamed when I saw it there it’s too good to be truth. Now I can only see her designing her own clothes and that just makes me so!!!!!
-I love how everyone seems to have small stars on their clothes, makes my heart so full.

THANK YOU, TOEI. THIS IS WHAT WE WANTED.

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*Requested* Imagine the reader acts annoyed with Lucien so he doesn’t discover that you like him. He hears you talking to your friends one day about your crush on him and taunts you about it. After some you two spent together he realizes that he is in love with you after Tristan tries to flirt with you. In the end he admits he has feelings for you.

(So, this is my first one with Lucien and Tristan in it. I´m not sure if I portrayed them right, so maybe you could let me know. Also, the imagine slightly changed during writing but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. Now happy reading my lovelies!)

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Lucien Castle that intelligent, charming, wildly successful man has weaseled his way into your heart. He is a man that never stands in any ones shadow, rather he rises above them who consider themselves superior. You don´t know what it is but he fascinates you. Even though he is not above being cruel and sadistic, especially when it´s something he wants. But then again, being a vampire his age demands to behave that way. Call it self-preservation.

The worst thing about your crush on Lucien is that he listened in on a conversation between you and Freya on day, where you confessed you feelings for him. He doesn´t stop teasing and nagging you since. And he loves you discomfort very much.

You are currently entering a rather fancy bar a little further away from Bourbon street, as you immediately spot Lucien´s frenemy Tristan. He seems to notice you as well because he winks you over in an instance.

Tristan: Hello there. I´ve never seen you here before Y/N. Did you get tired of you usual surroundings?”

Y/N: “No not at all, I thought I change scenery for one day.”

The truth is you wanted to experience Lucien’s favorite bar for yourself, to see what makes this place so special.

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"We're Gonna Do It Again" Video Analysis (AKA: The Possible Plot of "Milo Murphy's Law" and Why You Should Be Afraid of Pistachios)

“Milo Murphy’s Law” may only have five episodes out, but you can bet your Vitamin C tablets that the lack of episodes isn’t gonna stop me from theorizing the heck out of it.

Today I’ll be taking a look at the MML promotional video, “We’re Gonna Do It Again.”

The rest will be under a Read More, because this is gonna get LONG.

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Don't Starve Sentence Starters (Maxwell)
  • "Say, pal, you don't look so good."
  • "I can hear them...!"
  • "Damp is not dapper."
  • "I of all people should be able to do this."
  • "Don't think you'll be able to escape that easily."
  • "Do you pick up what I'm laying down? Do you dig what I'm burying?"
  • "Those look much too jovial for my liking."
  • "I'll huff and I'll puff!"
  • "I don't understand how it works, but it does."
  • "Simple magic is often the best."
  • "Some dumb beast passed through here."
  • "Sometimes the direct approach is best."
  • "Maybe I shouldn't have put that there."
  • "I know all about that. I just forgot."
  • "Always did have a flair for the dramatic..."
  • "This was important to one very specific person once."
  • "Magic power can do amazing things, when funneled through the right channels."
  • "It seems silly now..."
  • "It's less painful than it looks. Barely."
  • "I've a habit of destroying beautiful things, don't I?"
How to: Make San’s Mask from Princess Mononoke

Looking to make a Princess Mononoke cosplay? You are in the right place! In the movie Princess Mononoke the main character, San, wears two different kinds of mask one full face mask and a half mask. This tutorial will cover how to make the half mask but the concepts could easily apply to the full mask.

Supplies:
•Newspaper
•Mod Podge (or similar glue)
•Air Dry Clay
•Modeling Paste (optional but recommended)
•Acrylic Paint (you can also use spray paint if you want to ensure a smooth finish)
•Gesso

You’ll want to begin with a bowl covered with plastic wrap to prevent sticking. Create the half mask base by building up the shape with layers of newspaper dipped in a mixture of water and Mod Podge. Let each layer dry before applying another one. After achieving a good thickness, remove the dried mask shape from the bowl. To create a realistic edge roll out a snake of Air dry clay and glue it to the underside of the mask, then layer newspaper over the clay like this:

After the mask is totally dry you can add a layer of modeling paste over top of the entire piece. This serves to create a more sturdy mask and also smoothes the surface, however this step is optional. This is a good time to make the 3D elements of the mask such as the eyes and middle band. I made these with air-dry clay and allowed them to dry on a rounded surface. You can also make the jewelry elements such as the teeth for San’s necklace.

Wait for the clay elements to dry and then cover them with a few thin layers of gesso to create an even, no porous surface for the paint to stick to. After the gesso has dried you can begin to paint! My mask after painting:

It looks sort of artificial and boring at this point right? That’s where aging  comes in! Use distress ink or watered down paint and a foam dapper around the edges of the mask where dirt would naturally gather. You can also use this method to age the jewelry!

To seal all of your hard work you can use a coat of thinned out matte Mod Podge over top of the mask and teeth. Here is what my finished mask and necklace looks like:

And here it is in the finished cosplay:

I’m still improving this cosplay myself but hopefully this was helpful to anyone making a Princess Mononoke cosplay.If you have any tips, questions or concerns feel free to send a comment my way!

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        COMET was well aware that he likely looked like a sad sack right now. This was the millionth time he had tried to enter an art competition only to end up in third place, or just fail all together, so really, who could blame him? Hours upon hours were invested in his art pieces, and all he got in return was a measly blue ribbon and a single rose. He tried his hardest not to be a sore loser, but he couldn’t help in staring at the winner with disdain in his eyes as they received a bright yellow ribbon, a trophy, and a whole bouquet of flowers. Not to mention, most of them usually got their big break after that. Yet, here Comet was, looking dapper as ever in his nice suit, only to be slumped on a bench outside the art gallery with a frown on his face and sadness in his dark hues as he mindlessly fiddled with the petals of the rose between his fingers.

BOREDOM plus RGB COSPLAY plus WAY TOO MANY OUTFITS equals

Well, I’m not actually too sure what it equals, but I do have one question to ask…

Does this dress make me look fat?

Actually…

Red is a far better colour on me. Goes with my smile. Pity my shoes got cut out, I could kill a man in those heels. And still run rather fast, which suits me more anyway.

How about something more summery?

Nope, nope, that was a terrible idea. It’s bloody freezing today.
No, seriously, it’s winter here. What on earth was I thinking wearing a summer dress and no shoes on tiled floors?

I’ll just huddle up in something warm for a while. Or maybe…

Something a bit differently dapper? Now all I’m missing is a tommy gun in a violin case.

Wait a second! Dial left his clothes lying around!
I wonder…

NOPE NOPE NOPE THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA WHY DID I DO THIS IT LOOKS HIDEOUS AND ALL FEELS SO WRONG.

I am incinerating this outfit first chance I get. That’s what you do with bio-hazards, correct? And with my cousin’s reluctance to bathe I’m certain these rags count as such.

Ugh, excuse me while I find a pool of bleach to wash off in. Fashion show’s over.

Farewell.

You're Just too Good to Be True

Sequel to I’m Not that Girl which was requested by several anons

Warnings: None
A/N: The characters Ron, Harry, George, Hermione, and Angelina belong to J.K. Rowling. The idea of the Yule Ball also belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.


The dress was inspired by (x).

Masterlist here

“You know what we should do y/n, we should get you a gown for the Yule Ball!” Hermione exclaimed. You hadn’t planned on going unless George had asked you, but by the way your friends were nodding no was not an option.

“I’ll even take you as my friendly date,” Ron offered, a scone in both hands. You shook your head. There was no way you were allowing him to cancel on his date.

“You can’t cancel on Padma Ron it’s really rude,” you scolded. Ron rolled his eyes at you and began nibbling.  “How are we going to find a dress for the ball this late? It was hard enough to find your dress, and you bought yours ages ago.” You remembered spending all day dragging Hermione all around Hogsmead until she found her dress.

“I’m sure they’re not out of every dress. We’ll find you something I promise,” Hermione reassured you. The four of you finished your tidy snack and then it was Hermione’s turn to grudgingly take you around to all the shops. Like you predicted, all the shops save one, were out of gala worthy dresses. All the ball worthy dresses in the single shop were rather simple in your opinion, but Hermione insisted that you try them on.

The current dress you had on was the best of the ones you pulled. It was a simple strapless A-line white tulle dress that flattered your body nicely.

“Hermione I’ll look absolutely invisible in this humble dress,” you moaned. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows and stared at you in the dress.

“I think you can make it work y/n. I have a couple ideas of how we can spruce it up just a bit,” answered Hermione as she motioned for you to spin around. “Yes this is the one y/n. I’ll fix it up a by the ball don’t you worry.”  Reluctantly you paid for the dress and crossed your fingers that Hermione would develop some way to spruce it up.  
 

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A week passed by and Hermione refused to let you see your gown. However, Hermione continued to assure you that the dress was perfectly fine and that you would love it. Tonight was the main event and you were terrified that the dress would be as plain as you remembered.
“Hermione, do I really have to have a blindfold on while I put this dress on?” you questioned as she helped you slide it on.

“I want you to see it the first time on you not on some hanger,” she replied as she slowly zipped you up in the dress. With one final tug on the dress, Hermione removed your blindfold. The dress looked exactly the same as before and your face fell. “Now before you get upset just give me one second.” Hermione pulled out her wand and uttered a spell you never heard of. Suddenly, your dress transformed right before your eyes; golden vines were weaving their way down the fabric while tiny golden flowers bloomed alongside them. The simple dress was everything that you could hope for.

“Oh Hermione this must’ve taken you ages,” you cried in excitement.

“Oh nonsense it was in a book I read over a week ago. Now let’s finish prepping the rest of you,” Hermione waved her wand again and transformed your hair into soft waves that glistened in the light. Hermione was a miracle worker, and you wouldn’t let her forget it.

“Hermione, you are an amazing human being you know that?” You couldn’t stop twirling in your new dress.

“Come on y/n, let’s get down there before you make yourself too dizzy,” Hermione laughed as you locked arms.

The grand hall was packed with people down below, but the stairs remained terrifyingly empty. Once you walked down the stairs, all eyes would be on you. Your heart was pounding and your nerves were starting to get to you.  Hermione, being more observant as ever, offered you a reassuring squeeze,

“You look absolutely stunning y/n. All stares tonight are good ones I promise. ” Hermione was never wrong, so you followed her lead down the stairs. She was the picture of confidence never once looking down as she entered the room. You on the other hand kept avoiding eye contact and focused on not tripping down the stairs.  When you arrived at the bottom, both Ron and Harry were all grins.

“Hermione and y/n you two look absolutely fantastic,” Harry remarked. You looked over at Ron to gauge his reaction, but he was completely silent. He was consumed with staring at Hermione.

“You three best be off to your dates. Harry save me a dance won’t you?” you teased. You headed over to an empty table to wait out the first dance. Just as you were fanning your dress out to get comfortable, your eyes met George’s. He looked dapper in his suit, and your heart couldn’t help but leap. He’s here with Angelina not you, you thought to yourself. As long as he didn’t come over to talk to you, you would be able to survive the night. When you looked up to see him, you realized he was walking toward you.

“Wow y/n, you look incredible,” George observed as his eyes scanned your body.

“Thanks,” you pushed a lock of hair behind your ear, praying that you wouldn’t blush at the complement. “Where’s Angelina?”

“She’s around here somewhere. The girl didn’t want me to pick her up and bring her here. She wanted me to find her. I just found you first,” George looked at you again. Your heart couldn’t handle being this close to him; all the pain of not being with him was rising, and you held back the urge to cry.

“George you should go find Angelina. She probably wants to dance with you,” you mumbled and looked away. You didn’t bother to look in his general direction again until you heard footsteps walking away. What were you thinking coming to the Yule Ball if all you could think about now was how some other girl was on George’s arm.

“You still up for that dance y/n?” Harry asked as he sat by you.

“I guess now’s a good a time as ever,” you sighed. Harry turned to face you a look of concern in his eye,

“Did something happen? Did George come over and say something to you,” Harry inquired. You nodded slowly tears filling your eyes. Harry wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back comfortingly. “Hey now a girl as lovely as you shouldn’t be crying at the dance. She should be leaving others heartbroken.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Harry’s snarky comment. “Come on y/n, let me dance with you. I need to warn you that I’m as bad as they come for dancing.”  

Immediately, Harry and you began swaying to the music. Your head rested on his shoulder as your eyes closed. What would you do without your friends by your side? Speaking of which, a very determined Hermione was walking toward the two of you.

“Sorry to break this up, but George and Angelina just got in a huge row. She left his stranded on the dance floor,” Hermione exclaimed.

“You have any idea what the two of them were arguing about?” Harry queried. You didn’t really want to know; it wasn’t your business to know what George and his date argued about.

“It was about y/n. Apparently, he couldn’t take his eyes off you all night,” Hermione smirked. You scanned the room to look for George again. He was standing against the wall, watching you.

“Do you think I should go and talk to him?” you asked. What if you were misreading the signs with George again? You didn’t know what you would do if he dismissed your affections once more. Harry and Hermione nodded at you and shooed you toward George. Every step you took toward him made your feet feel like cement blocks. By some miracle, you made it in front of him. Every nerve in your body was on edge,

“What happened to your date?” you asked innocently. George bit his lip, his brown eyes meeting yours,

“We got in a fight, and we figured it was best to spend tonight separately.”

“What was it about George?” you pressed. This may have made you appear like a jealous idiot, but you didn’t care. Maybe by some slim chance George had feelings for you and that was one chance you were willing to take.

“Did you want to dance y/n? I could really use a dance,” he put his hand on your arm and you froze. There was a part that wanted to say yes, but you knew your heart couldn’t take it if this was just another friendly gesture. Reluctantly you pulled your arm away.

“George, what was your argument about,” you prompted. George put his hand through his hair and sighed.

“I like you ok,” he stammered. Your heart was racing, did he really say what you thought you heard. “I kept looking at you all night, and it just hit me. I think I’ve always liked you y/n; I just thought you didn’t feel that way toward me.”

“Oh George, I’ve been waiting to hear that for such a long time,” you closed the space between you as you pressed your body into his. The two of you stayed like that for a long time. Both your heart and stomach were doing cartwheels for joy and you couldn’t be happier. Then George whispered in your ear,

“How about that dance?”

 

 

Fatherly Instincts; Sherlock x Reader

Requested by Anon: Hello! I saw the one-shot “Users and Cheaters” and I thought if you could do an one-shot where reader is Sherlock daughter and something happen to her (she got kidnapped or something) and Sherlock tries to deal with the situation and save reader.

So… I was watching Criminal Minds while writing this so beware, this has some heavy themes to it. Also, sorry about no updates yesterday it was my birthday and I was gone basically all night but I am now a licensed driver!


You stood facing the mirror in the Baker Street bathroom, doing your hair, and your make-up for the dance later that night. Your dress was laid out, your nails were done, and your date was hot, so the night looked good for you. Memories of watching TV and seeing other girls go to their dance raced through your head as you basked in the excitement that your dance was finally here.

Sherlock, on the other hand, couldn’t be more nervous about his daughter’s dance. This was really the first time you had gone out with a boy that Sherlock could remember. Memoires of you raced through his head as he thought of his little girl growing up.

Dennis, you date, was as excited as you were but for different reasons entirely. The old trope of everyone gets laid at prom had been floating around in his head for months now. He looked down at the small pill in his hand that he had procured from his buddy earlier that day. Memories of hearing all his friends talk about their previous dance escapades and the tip his other friend gave him about a small little pill ran through his mind.

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Coffee Shop Around the Corner

Summary: Kurt stumbles upon a coffee shop owned by Sebastian, and they hit it off.

A/N: I don’t know if I am going to write a second part, I would like too, but it depends how busy I am. 

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The City was not what Kurt had expected. Yes, it had the energy that he thrived on, it had Broadway, Fashion Week, and his dream school, but it never slowed down.

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It’s Been a Long Time

Originally posted by mxavoy

Originally posted by purrdencefangirl

TECHNICALLY IT’S HALLOWEEN BUT IT’S A CONTINUATION OF THE NIGHT BEFORE HALLOWEEN SO

ONE DAY UNTIL HALLOWEEN

A/N: Ack so please pretend I posted this last night like I wanted to instead of falling asleep.  I was totally gonna post every day but look how well that went.  I do have two stories that I was going to write today, specifically for Halloween day, so I’ll still publish those later I think.  Anyway, this was inspired by a swing ball that I’m in theory going to tonight, so yeah.  It ended up being less Halloweeny and more fluffy, but I quite like it.  Also, I know the song is from the apartment scene in CATWS, but I really liked it and I though it worked well.  Hope you do too!

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He feels hopelessly out of place.

Steve had dragged him to this Halloween Swing Ball, promising it’d be just like the “good old days.”  And for Steve, it’s easy enough to pretend.  

For Bucky, it’s impossible.  

He doesn’t remember a lot of things from before his Hydra days, doesn’t remember memories and events and people, but he remembers little things.  The taste of the bread from the Italian bakery down the street.  The smell of perfume, always lingering about him after a night out.  The feel of his old clothes, much more comfortable than the brand new replica clothes Steve had found for him.

And of course, the weight of his metal arm, hanging limply at his side.

He couldn’t pretend.  It wasn’t the good old days, not anymore.

He watches from the side of the room as Steve dances with a pretty redhead, all smiles.  Steve shoots Bucky a look over the girl’s shoulder, nodding his head as if to invite Bucky onto the floor.

Bucky shakes his head and smiles, if only to make sure Steve doesn’t worry too much about him.  The song ends and a swarm of women descends upon Steve, all too happy to claim him as their next partner.

“You know, there’s a distinct shortage of men here tonight and it’s selfish to stand off to the side brooding when there’s plenty of girls without a dancing partner.”

Bucky turns to find you standing next to him, a coy smirk on your face.  He takes in your replica red ‘40s dress that fits perfectly to your body, the way your skirt swishes as you move, the click of your heels as you move ever so slightly closer to him.  Your tone is light, joking, and for some reason, it puts Bucky at ease immediately.

“I think I’d be doing any woman here a disservice to dance with her,” he replies.

“I’m sure she’d get over it,” you toss back.  “Your face would more than make up for it.”

Flirting.  Something new for Bucky.  Or rather something old, something vaguely familiar but utterly foreign.  He struggles to come up with a response, but draws a blank.  The part of his brain that used words to make women go weak in the knees is closed off, silent, unhelpful.

“I’m (Y/N),” you say, breaking the awkward silence.

“Bucky.”

“Bucky,” you say, rolling the name over your tongue, trying it out.

“Short for Buchanan,” he says, feeling the need to clarify, for some reason.  “My middle name.”

“And what’s your first name?” you smile.  

“That’s not something I usually tell people right away,” he says.

“I see,” you say, arching an eyebrow.  “Well, the night’s still young.”

Bucky’s confused.  Why are you still talking to him when you could be dancing with someone like Steve?

“So, how about a dance?” you ask boldly.  Bucky’s eyes widen.

“With me?” he asks, doing his best to keep his voice even.  You nod.  “I just told you I’m a terrible dancer.”

“And I just told you that you’re cute enough to get away with it,” you smile.  

“The music’s too fast,” he says quickly and there’s a flicker of something in your eyes.  Bucky was trained to read people, trained to watch for these little moments.  Just for a second, your eyes fall as your confidence falters, before you’re able to maintain your serene and confident persona.  He feels a slight twinge in his chest as he recognizes a look that’s all too familiar for him.

“Well if you don’t want to dance with me, all you had to do was say so,” you smile, not as broad as before.

“No, that’s…” Bucky trails off, wishing that his brain didn’t feel so scrambled right now.  “It’s not that I don’t want to dance with you.”

“But you’re a terrible dancer and the music’s too fast,” you reply.  “A girl knows when to take a hint.”

“No, it’s…I don’t normally talk about it,” Bucky says.  And how can he talk about it?  How can he tell you about everything he’s been through, about everything he’s feeling?  About how talking to you has been both the closest he’s felt to being himself again and also a constant reminder of how far he still has to go?

“You don’t need to tell me,” you say and Bucky feels his heart soften.  “You don’t owe me anything.”

“I think I owe you a dance, doll,” Bucky says and as the words slip past his lips, he knows he’s finally said something right.  He sees you smile and there’s something about the way your lips curve upwards that makes him happy.

“Only if you want to,” you say, and he offers you his right hand.  He gestures to the music, which has changed to a new, slower song.

“They even slowed down the music for us,” he says, and the way you smile as he leads you onto the dance floor melts his heart.

Then he realizes that you have to take his other hand, his metal hand, and he starts to panic.  He hadn’t thought this through, hadn’t thought of something to say.  

But you wordlessly slip your right hand into his left, smiling up at him as you both begin to sway for the music.  He waits for a question, a reaction, something.  But it’s almost as if you don’t even notice.

“So, why’d you come here tonight?” you ask.  

“My friend wanted to come,” he answers.  “We used to dance a bit, back in the day.  You?”

“My friend,” you nod.  “She has a thing for men in historical clothing.”

“And what about you?” Bucky says, not sure where his confident replies are coming from.  “How do you feel about all these guys dressed up?”  You smile bemusedly and give him a joking once over.

“I thought it’d be silly,” you say honestly.  “But I have to say, I’m warming up to the idea.  You do look pretty dapper.”

“Well, you’re a knockout in that dress,” Bucky says and he loves the way you smile, a faint blush rushing to your cheeks.  He loves the fact that he was able to put that smile, that blush there.

For the rest of the song, the two of you dance in comfortable silence.  The steps are familiar to Bucky, but he doesn’t want to push his luck with any of the fancier moves he thinks he remembers.  

The song comes to an end and he leans in, his lips next to your ear.

“My first name’s James,” he says.  “James Buchanan Barnes.”  You smile, as if you do in fact realize the significance of what he’s just told you.

“Nice to meet you, James,” you reply softly.  

FIRST LOVE PART NINE: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/146223937754/first-love-part-eight

FIRST LOVE PART TEN:

Sebastian stood up and made his way towards you when you entered the room.

“What’s going on?” You asked him.

“I figured it was finally time we have that dinner we had been planning for so long.” He held his hand out for you to take. He wore a black suit with a white buttoned up shirt underneath.

Hesitantly, you grabbed his hand and he led you to the table where he pulled your chair out for you. You sat down and he placed a napkin over your lap before sitting in his own seat.

“I thought that I was meeting Chris tonight.” You said as he poured some red wine into your glass.

“You’re awfully dressed up to meet with him.” Sebastian joked but you could still detect a hint of jealously.

“I would’ve dressed this way to meet anyone.” You replied hoping that the green monster that was Sebastian’s jealousy wouldn’t make an appearance. Part of you thought it funny that he was somewhat jealous of your friendship with Chris.

“Even if you knew that it was me that you would be seeing?”

You shrugged your shoulders before reaching for your glass of wine, “Maybe.”

Sebastian smiled a little, “I think you would’ve.”

After you took a sip of wine, you set the glass back down and looked at him, “Want to tell me what’s actually going on?”

“I wanted us to have dinner so that we could talk about us.”

“This talk is long overdue don’t you think?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I do. First, I want to tell you that I’m sorry I wasn’t completely honest with you. I should’ve told you then that I was with Elaine. I’m sorry that I lead you to believe that I was single. I’m sorry that I acted like a jerk.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about her? What was the reasoning behind hiding your relationship with Elaine?”

Sebastian looked away from your gaze and down at the table, “I don’t know. I just– when I saw you for the first time after all of these years, I felt this rush of emotions. It was like it was when I first laid eyes on you. In that moment, I remembered all of the good times that he had. I remembered kissing you for the first time and slow dancing with you. I couldn’t help but want to feel that way again.”

He slid his hand across the table until it grabbed one of yours that had been resting on top of it. He rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand soothingly.

“It still wasn’t right. That night at that bar, when Chris told me that you had a girlfriend, I felt like the biggest idiot. I was starting to wonder if I was actually feeling something for you and then I felt like the rug was being pulled under me.”

“I’m really sorry, (Y/n). I wish that you could understand how much I really am sorry. I know it’s just words but I will prove to you that I’m sorry.” He squeezed your hand a little.

“What about this morning?”

The smile on his face went away a little, “I should’ve let you speak instead of storming off. I just didn’t want you to say that you regretted it.”

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

Sebastian seemed to perk up a little, “Really?”

“Of course I wish it was under different circumstances but I don’t regret it at all, Sebastian.”

“I’m relieved.”

“Let’s see how the end of this conversation is going to go.” You teased as a waitress entered the room. Sebastian held onto your hand as the both of you ordered something on the menu. You chose the first thing that you saw since you didn’t have a chance to look at it. Hopefully you would enjoy it.

Once your orders were taken, the waitress left you alone. Sebastian broke the silence, “What are your plans after the movie is done?”

“I have a little project that I’m doing in New York for a few weeks before going to back to Los Angeles.”

“You know I live in New York. I would really like to see you while you are there.”

“That would be nice, but what would we be?” You asked him.

“You mean the status of our relationship?”

You nodded your head, “When I’m over there, what would we be? Acquaintances? Friends?”

“(Y/n), if it were up to me right now, you would be my girlfriend. I can’t think of anything else in the universe that I would want more. I care about you so much and I always have. You’re the person that I can see myself growing old with. I don’t want to scare you away by talking about the future but I don’t want anyone else but you.”

You looked at your joined hands on the table. Here he was pouring his heart out to you and it left you speechless. You wanted all of the things that he did. You wanted to be with just him but you felt some nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“What’s going through your head?” Sebastian asked you. He could tell that you were worried about something but didn’t know what.

“I’m just– I want to be with you too but I can’t- I mean, how am I supposed to be able to trust you?”

“You can absolutely trust me, (Y/n). I know that I’ve messed up but–” he trailed off at a loss for words. He could feel you slipping between his fingers and he hated the feeling.

“I want to believe that, Seb. I want to know that I can trust you about things. I’m not saying that you would be unfaithful to me. I just feel like we started this whole thing being untruthful. Is that how it’s going to end up the whole relationship?”

Sebastian let go of your hand and got up from his seat. You thought that you had upset him but he walked towards your chair and kneeled beside you.

He grabbed both your hands, “(Y/n), I promise you that you can trust me. I don’t ever want to hurt you like I’ve hurt you these past few weeks. All I want to do is put a smile on your face and make you the happiest woman in the world.”

You leaned down and kissed his forehead lightly, “Can you make me another promise?”

“Anything.”

“Promise me that you will always be there for me, no matter what happens between us. I don’t want us to be apart for years like before.”

“I promise you that I will always be there for you (Y/n).” He smiled before standing up. He pulled you up along with him and moved away from the table. Before you could ask what he was doing, he placed his hands on your waist and drew you closer to him. He started swaying to the music and you placed your hands on his broad shoulders as he led.

“I’m so happy that you are back in my life.” Sebastian told you before kissing your cheek softly.

“I am too. You were always the one that got away for me. I always wondered what would’ve happened if we ever reconnected.”

“Now you don’t have to wonder about it anymore.” He smiled a little before leaning closer to you. His nose bumped yours a little before he pressed his lips against yours. This time, no one interrupted. You both were sober besides the little wine consumed. It was the perfect kiss and you got the same feeling that you did all those years ago but intensified.

“I love you so much.” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again.

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April 12th, 2016

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Over here!”

The flashing lights and the screams of your name was something that you were sure you wouldn’t ever get used to. You stood with one hand on your waist while you posed for some pictures before moving down the carpet.

You had done some interviews already and you were ready to head inside for the movie.

Since Civil War wrapped, you had been anxiously waiting for it to premiere and for everyone to see it. You were extremely proud of what the cast and crew had done with the movie and you knew that you had gave your all.

“(Y/n)!” You heard a familiar voice call out to you.

Turning your head to the right, you saw Anthony making his way towards you.

You met him halfway and gave him a hug. More flashing lights went off at your interaction with him.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. You’re looking very dapper yourself.” You smiled at him.

At the other end of the carpet there was more yelling by the fans. You wondered who had arrived to cause such a loud applause from them.

“I think Sebastian just got here. Why didn’t you guys arrive together?”

“I just got here from my flight from New York. I told him that I would meet him here.”

You hadn’t seen Sebastian in a few days and it was killing you to be apart from him. When the movie wrapped, the two of you were inseparable. You spent time in New York with him before you had to go to L.A. He surprised you in California and spent some time with you there.

The two of you had gotten closer and closer with each passing day. The media caught wind of your relationship after seeing the two of you out on multiple occasions. The two of you wanted to keep things sort of private but of course people talked.

You and Anthony spoke for a few minutes before he went down the carpet. You posed for a few more pictures before you were to head inside.

As you were about to go inside and wait for Sebastian to be done with interviews and pictures, you saw Chris. The two of you and hung out and kept in touch since the movie ended. He was one of your closest friends and you were thankful of everything he had done for you and Sebastian.

Chris gave you a hug and the two of your posed for photos.

“Sebastian is practically itching to come and see you.” Chris told you as you posed for a few more pictures.

“I’m excited to see him too. I wished that we could’ve come together to this.”

“The two of you are really great for each other. I’m really happy for you guys.” Chris smiled.

You gave him another hug and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sebastian approaching. He looked so handsome in his suit. You felt your heart race at the sight of him.

Sebastian walked over to you and Chris. He gave Chris a hug before turning his attention to you, “You look stunning, (Y/n).”

You smiled as he pulled you closer to him. You were sure that the photographers were loving the affection between the two of you.

“I have the most handsome date here.” You said once your hug was over. If it were up to you you wouldn’t ever let him go.

“(Y/n), your boyfriend is standing right here. I know I look amazing but you should compliment him too.” Chris joked before leaving you and Sebastian alone.

“I hope you were talking about me.” Sebastian winked.

“Of course I was.”

“Good, now let’s smile for the cameras so that I can hurry inside and kiss you and fawn over you for the rest of the evening.”

“That sounds like a plan.” You laughed. Sebastian placed his arm around your waist and you leaned into him for pictures.

You thought that the two of you would go your separate ways for the rest of the red carpet, but Sebastian kept you glued to his side. The two of you had wanted to keep things private but you knew that after that evening it would just add more to the speculations.

You glanced over at Sebastian and saw that he was already looking right back at you. Your heart had never felt so full and you had never felt so loved then you were when you were by his side.

Part of you thought that you had always waited for him. That a piece of you held out for the day you would see him again if ever. He was your first love and it was pure and true.

“What are you thinking about in that pretty little head of yours?” He asked you with a smile.

“You. There will never be a day when I won’t think about you.”

Sebastian forgot about where he was. He didn’t care about the flashing cameras or all of the media that was there. He pulled you close and kissed you softly.

He ignored the shouting of others around him. All he could think about was the fact that he had his first love again and he didn’t want to ever let you go.

THE END!!!!!!!! 😭😢😭😢

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