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Imagination Lane // “Imagine This” Scenario #2: Bill Skarsgard

Originally posted by thebeautyandthatbass

(Warning: This is slightly long for an imagine scenario, but I couldn’t help but write this out. I’m also in a sappy Bill mood, and I needed this as soon as the idea struck me last night as I laid in bed trying to get to sleep. Shame on me lol.)

If you want to know what The First Fight Box is and what it entails, click here.

Imagine This: You and Bill have entered into your first serious argument as a married couple. A few months back, on your wedding day, you both created what you called “The First Fight Box,” and slipped letters inside for you both to read – when the time came. 

Today, you both have agreed to a small cease-fire within your heated argument and decided to open the box…


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what she says: i’m fine.

what she means: niall james horan really defied all of the odds and went to harry’s show last night AND he did it lowkey. he didn’t attract too much attention, didn’t really take pictures, took a couple of friends but stayed by himself in a corner and he just watched, like he was truly only there for harry. it wasn’t the first time he saw him perform but it was the first time he watched harry from the outside, from the crowd, where nothing he was doing was really directed at him, and yet he still had that same fond smile on his face which he gave harry so many times over the years before. 

living with boyfriend!tom pt. 2

-tom would be an intense shower singer. one day you’d snapchat it and he’d get so annoyed lol

-”can you zip my dress?” “I’d rather just take it off you now…”

-tom would always remember to water the plants in your place but every time he went away for an extended period you would forget. he’d come home and be like “what did you do to my plants, woman?”

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French Findings

Post #1

12/8/2017

Since I’ve been in Paris for almost two weeks now, I have decided to start doing a French Findings post where I tell you what I am learning. These posts could be about language, culture, fashion, or really anything. There are a couple of things I want to share today.

1. I see sweatpants EVERYWHERE here in Paris. I have been studying French for nearly 10 years now and I have always been taught that you will never see anything but nice clothes here in Paris (with the exceptions of the homeless and tourists) but I have found time and time again that sweatpants are quite common. Although, it does seem that there is no in-between here in Paris: you’re either dressed for a banquet (I’m sure it’s what they wear for their jobs though) or you are dressed for bed (in public).

2. The phrase “ça me fait chier” (literally “that makes me shit”) is used to express being annoyed or pissed off. I had never heard that phrase before coming to France so this was news to me and threw me way off when I heard it the first time… “what do you mean it makes you shit???” Now, it has quickly become part of my vocabulary.

Of course, both of these findings are from my very short time in Paris so it could be different in other French cities. Tuesday I head for my host city, Aix-en-Provence where I will be studying for the academic school year.

Stay tuned for more French Findings.

Bonne journée!

anonymous asked:

OKAY BUT BONUS TO THAT LAST HEAD CANON WHERE THEIR SON BEATS THE KIDS ASS OMG LIKE EDDIE AND RICHIE GET CALLED IN TO SCHOOL BC THEIR SON GOT INTO THEIR FIGHT PLS WRITE IT OMG AJSHLFBV

- okay imagine if their daughter had a twin brother who’s just as hot headed as richie, but quite short like eddie so people don’t think he can throw a punch

- he hears his sister got hurt and he’s really quiet the next couple of days and no one in the house knows why because he’s normally so loud and boisterous 

- one day eddie’s at home cleaning and he gets a call from the principle saying he and richie need to come in for a meeting about their son and he starts thinking of the worst scenarios

- “oh god, what if he skipped? what if he ran away? WHAT IF HE DIED?”

- “jesus eddie, calm down, he probably drew a dick on the wall of the boys bathroom again”

- they get there and their son is sat there with a big smug look on his face whilst their daughters ex boyfriend is sat across the room with an ice pack over his eye

- the principle tells them their son cornered the boy and beat him up in the school hallway and eddie is horrified but richie is so fucking proud of his boy because the kid looks MESSED up

- “kid, you’re like half his height how did you do that?!”

- “i learned from the best, dad”

- the principle suspends him and as they’re walking out a few students cheer him and pat him on the back and eddie is so shocked because?? they’re condoning violence??

- “that’s my boy” richie is still beaming

- at home eddie grounds him for beating the kid up and their son gets in a mood and locks himself in his room for hours and refusing to talk to eddie

- later that night eddie goes to talk to him and he hears talking inside and he opens the door to see the twins sitting on bed hugging each other and the girl thanking her brother for doing that

- eddie gets all emotional and apologises for being so harsh, he just didn’t want him to grow up to be violent and get himself hurt because richie was always getting into fights at his age

- “i’m not just half of him, i’m half of you too. i know when to draw the line and stop being a dumbass, dad, don’t worry”

- eddie is so proud of his babies like they’re amazing

Dating Teamiplier Would Include:

-Mark-


•Started off as friends

•Then it grew into something more

•Chica loves you more than him

•Mark pouts about it all day

•You never really get into arguments because you both always talk things out

•But if one of you are really mad you’d give them their space to cool off

•Forehead kisses

•Nose kisses

•Cheek kisses

•N e C k K i S s e S

•Mark and Ethan teasing you if you’re shorter them

•Them Tyler comes out of nowhere and sets you on his shoulder


•"Who’s the short one now bitches"

•Being apart of teamiplier

•You, Amy, and Kathryn being squad goals

•Little to no PDA in public, on live streams, or vlogs

•Because you both don’t feel about going public yet and want it more private

•The fandom finds out anyway because they noticed Mark looking at you a lot and smiling to himself on a live stream

•Tons of fan-art after

•Some of the fans hate you because of Septiplier


•You don’t give a crap because you love Mark & you knew what you were getting into when.


•Him loving you so much


~Tyler~


•TYLER IS SUCH A GENTLEMAN AT FIRST

•Opens the door for you

•Gives you his coat when you’re cold

•5 MONTHS INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

•"Tyler I’m cold"

“I told you to get a coat. ”

“Give me yours.”

“Nope. ”

•But he gives it to you anyway

•Dick jokes

•Lots of inside joke

•Taking care of him when he’s sick

•Being super close with Ethan and Mark

•Editing with Kathryn

•Making fun of Tyler because you learned how to edit faster than him


•Him calling you short


•But he loves it


•Always asking him to get something from the top shelf


•Top of the head kisses


•Forehead kisses

•Staring at his muscles because Jesus Christ the man was sculpted by the gods


•Him catching you looking so he flexes

•Just a really cute couple

•PIGGYBACK RIDES CAUSE HE’S SO TALL


*Ethan*

•"Hating" pineapple pizza

•LOTR references


•"Frobo..“

“Sam.. ”


•Him playing the ukulele for you


•Asking him to do a backflip because you think it’s so cool

•And it’s pretty hot


•Very hot


•Being best friends with Brian and Gordon.


•Playing Mariokart


•Lots of screaming and cussing


•"Did you JUST FUCKING BLUE SHELL ME YOU OFF BRAND JACKSEPTICEYE!“

“I love you. ”


•Ethan is such a huggy bastard


•He NEEDS to have some part of him touching you

•You’re editing, his leg is on top of yours


•You’re cooking, he wraps his arms around your waist to see what you’re making


•Prepping for a trip? He hugs you for an hour begging you to stay


•Going To IndyPopCon, PaxEast and PaxWest together


•The Cranky Crew LOVING YOU


•Because they have never seen their blue Bean so happy


•Shit loads of fanart


•"What is up my Cranky Crew”

“wHaT iS uP mY cRaNkY cReW”

“You’re not saying it right (Y/n)!”


•Ethan is a giggly bean


•Wearing his merch


•Double dates with Gordon and Maya


•Being such a cute couple


•Mark jokes around calling Ethan ‘whipped’


•He is


•He would sacrifice himself for you


•Star Wars jokes

•Corny puns


•Dick jokes


“WHERE ARE YOUUU. ”

[K A T H R Y N]

•Calling her a queen because she is


•Helping her and Ethan edit so they won’t overwork themself

•You constantly calling her pretty because she is

•Playing Ultimate Chicken Horse

•Lots of hugs


•So many references

•Cleaning up Marzipans shit because it’s literally everywhere

•Goddamn cat from satan

•You still love Marzipan though


•Learning how to edit rather quickly because Kathryn showed you the basics


•not that much pda mostly when it’s just you both by yourselves


• Subtle dick jokes

•Hugs

•H O L D I N G H A N D S

•C U D D L I N G

•C H E E K K I S S E S


•Amy shipped you guys before you even got together


•Hanging out with Amy because she’s cool as balls


•Questioning why she’s dating Mark


•"It’s that you’re so cool. How are you with HIM. “-(Y/n)

“HEY. ”-M

“I don’t know myself. ”-A

“IM RIGHT HERE. ” -M

“I stayed for Chica. ”-A

“AMY!!”-M


•Shipping Amyplier so much, because THEIR SO CUTE


•"AW DID U KISS HER CHEEK”

“SHUT UP (Y/N).”

「 A M Y 」


•You love her so much

•Calling her Sunshine because she literally is the embodiment of sunshine.


•Talking about Alien Conspiracies


•Making her coffee


•Going shopping a lot


•Her playing the accordion


•"I know its bad I’m sorry. “-A

“You’re so adorable.”

•whenever you go somewhere you bring her souvenirs


•Surprising her by showing up to the You’re Welcome tour because you couldn’t go

•Her almost crying

•ASKING HOW HER EYELINER LOOKS SO PERFECT ALL THE TIME


•Lots of hugs


•And kisses


•Braiding her hair


•when you see her guess what video on her channel you almost die from how cute she is.


•She’s adorable


•Calling her Beautiful


•If you’re depression or anxiety gets bad she’s always there to make you smile


•Buying her stuff but she complains because she doesn’t like being spoiled


•Dog sitting Chica while they are on tour

•She’s such a good pup


•Going to sleep at 1 in the morning because you were scrolling through Pinterest for memes

in which y/n attends the after party…

a part two to in which y/n buys harry starbucks…

Y/N was not a partier. It wasn’t that she was shy or didn’t like them. It was just that she was introverted and partying took a lot out of her (Also, she couldn’t hang like she used to. By 10pm, when most parties were kicking off, she was ready to drag herself into bed). However, when Harry Styles says he wants to see you at a party, you go to that party.

She’d been iffy after she met him at Starbucks about actually getting tickets to the show. Still, a few hours later, she found herself at Will Call, chewing nervously on her bottom lip in hopes that he was serious about what he said previously. And, he was. Relief flooded her as she was slid two tickets along with a piece of paper that held an address on it. She presumed it to be the location of the after party and slid it into her back pocket. 

Her nerves were bouncing all over the place as she stood in line to enter the venue. Her feelings were put to the side, however, as she saw a girl get turned away at the door and her friend stood staring wide eyed with her jaw dropped. She instantly was moved to action. As she neared the front of the line, she could hear the girl who’s ticket was apparently fake, breathing through tears, telling her friend to go in without her, forcing a smile. “Wait!” she called out to them, not that either one of them were going anywhere. They were stood off to the side. “I just saw what happened, and I have two tickets. You could just trade me the one for these two.” She held the tickets out for them, as they eyeballed them.

“These are third row tickets. Mine isn’t even on the floor." 

She shrugged, nonchalantly. "I’m just happy to be here.” And, she was considering three hours ago she didn’t even have tickets or an invitation to an after party extended by Mr. Harry Styles himself. After meeting him today, this was the least she could do. 

“How do we know these are real?” The same girl asked, still eyeing the tickets suspiciously. 

Seeing as they were still holding up the line, Y/N scurried over to the ticket checker, so she could scan the tickets. They checked out. The two girls quickly scrambled to her side, swapped tickets, and made their way inside the venue. Once in, they hugged each other tightly, crying (what she hoped to be) tears of joy, at the sudden turn of events before they turned to her and included her in the action, letting their appreciation known through muffled sobs. “How much do you want for it?” the girl who had the fake ticket asked once she got herself together.

She shook her head, giving them a small smile. “I don’t want your money.”

“Seriously? I can’t just let you do this. These must’ve cost a fortune.”

She didn’t want to reveal that she’d got them for little more than a cup of coffee, so she just shook her head politely once more. “Honestly. I’m fine. You two just have a good time.”

“I could get you a t shirt or a hat or one of those pins or–”

She cut the girl off since she was so insistent upon repaying her in some way—which seemed to be a common theme for her today. “Water! And some popcorn, if you must.”

The girls beamed at her as they made their way to the concession stand. They did not stop talking the entire time, not that she minded. They thanked her endlessly and chatted a bit about Harry, but finally parted ways with her, giving one final hug, when they noticed the time and the length of the merch line, and she went to go find her new seat.

—–

In hindsight, she was glad she wasn’t sitting in the third row. After she played it relatively cool that afternoon it would’ve been moderately embarrassing for him to see the way she sobbed as soon as his silhouette appeared straight through Ever Since New York, only regaining slight composure once the bridge hit. But, really, she was a mess throughout the entire concert. So, not only did she do those girls a favour but also herself and possibly Harry. 

The kind, older lady sat in front of her, whom she’d made friends with, let her borrow her binoculars a few times throughout the show and it wasn’t lost on her the slight look of confusion (or perhaps disappointment, but that was wishful thinking) she saw on his face when he really looked into the first couple rows of the crowd. 

Her presence, or seemingly lack there of, had absolutely no impact on his performance, though. It was arguably the best concert she’d ever been to. She felt so at home with all the Harries screaming their heads off and just going completely nuts, as per Harry’s request, during the show. 

However, the same could not be said for the after party. She was a fan. She didn’t have any connections or friends or any real reason to be there other than the haphazard invitation Harry extended to her earlier in the day. That thought carried her straight to the open bar, where she ordered a Long Island iced tea, then caused her to beeline for one of the outer walls. She meandered around the outside of the party watching everyone mingle, only offering a few smiles to those who passed. 

It seemed as though her presence was going to go unnoticed, not that she was doing much of a job at being approachable, as she contemplated on getting another drink, having sipped hers down over the hour she’d been at the lounge, or leaving altogether. She jumped when she felt a firm grasp on her elbow, breaking her line of thought. 

She hadn’t planned on doing a lot of things that day, but it’s safe to say that getting kidnapped topped that list. Her mind was eased as she turned around to see Harry gripping her, no longer donned in his Gucci suit but looking good nonetheless. She wasn’t quite sure what to say to him so she just grinned at him, subtly looking between his face and her arm before he got the hint and let her go. 

He coughed lightly. “You could’ve told me you didn’t like my music, ya know?”

She furrowed her eyebrows, not quite sure where he got that notion from.
He answered the question she hadn’t even gotten the chance to ask yet, almost immediately after seeing her expression. “You weren’t in the crowd. I literally scanned all the front rows.”

“Ohhhh. No, I went. I didn’t sit there, though.”

“If you had tickets, you should’ve just told me.”

Her face contorted into something that was halfway between confusion and amusement. “Why are you assuming I lied to you earlier? I was waiting in line after picking my tickets up and I saw these two girls. One, apparently, had purchased a fake ticket and instead of holding onto those two tickets, I swapped with the one girl who had a legitimate ticket and just gave them the ones you got me.”

His mouth opened and closed a few times. “Sorry I–”

“Was just wondering how to get your exceptionally large foot out of your even larger mouth?” she finished, rolling her eyes, teetering between the lines of annoyed and amused.

“That was really lovely,” he settled upon as a response.

She shrugged. “Treat people with kindness, right?”

Dimples coined into his cheeks. “Absolutely. Now… can I buy you a drink?”

“It’s an open bar.”

He looked at her like she was crazy, eyebrows shot up with his lips twisted together. “No, it’s not.”

“Oh. Well, you can pay for the Long Island iced tea I already accidentally stole and just get me a glass of water.”

“You sure?” he chuckled.

“Yes, sir.”

He headed to the bar as she turned around bowing raspberries into the air in an attempt to calm herself down. 

All too soon, Harry was back, handing her her water, then slipping his hand into hers, leading her to a booth. Instead of sliding in across from her, he slid in directly next to her which sent her nerves in a frenzy. “Figured I’d sit over here, so I can hear you better. It’s quite loud in here.”

She chucked nervously, nodding in understanding, sipping on her water as he gulped down some of his drink. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She had to ask. “What am I doing here?” she blurted before he could get a word out.

He puckered his lips to the side, furrowing his eyebrows. “I’m not quite sure what you mean…”

She splayed her hands out in front of them, releasing broken groans. “Like, bro, I just– I just bought you…. coffee! Now I’m sat in a booth with you at an after party. I’m not even, like–” she waved her hands in circles wildly. 

He giggled, looking down at the table and shaking his head. “I just want to get to know you.”

“But, why?” She just couldn’t wrap her head around it. She wasn’t anything special. She wasn’t exceptionally beautiful or talented or smart. And, she knew, even past all her nerves, that Harry was just a normal guy as well, but why on earth would he spare her more than a passing glance?

“I just think you’re lovely.”

She glared at him. She needed more of an explanation than that. 

“The guy at Starbucks told me you didn’t want him to tell me that you paid for my coffee. And, then you told me yourself that you didn’t expect anything out of it.. And, you gave up your tickets for one in the back. And, I saw you when you first came in, and in the least creepy way possible, I just sort of watched you bounce around smiling, bopping around to the music, chatting with a few people. Also, you haven’t even asked for a picture. Not that I mind when people ask me, but I don’t know, it just, I don’t know,you don’t want anything. It’s, uh– You’re lovely.”

She was stunned. Partly because of what was said and partly because of who said it. She just stared at him, not knowing how to reply. 

“Well, say something.” He laughed, eyes skipping around the room. He wasn’t quite prepared to look straight at her. “Christ, talking to girls is just as terrifying as always.”

Her face lit up and broke into a wide grin. “You’re talking to me?”

“You’re the only other person in the booth, aren’t you?”

She shook her head. “No, like, you’re talking to me. You’re chatting me up? Are you putting the moves on me, Styles? Is this what this is?”

He bumped her shoulder with his. “Piss off.”

They smiled at each other and all the possibilities.. Hers faltered after a few moments. “You’re on tour.”

“I am,” he confirmed.

She clasped her hand on top of his. “Harry, in a few days, I won’t even be a passing thought. Maybe the next time you go into Starbucks I’ll be that one chick that bought you something, but nothing more." 

His face dropped into a pout. "You’re not even going to give me a chance?”

She quirked her lip upwards and shrugged slightly. “I couldn’t ask for that kind of commitment from you.”

“Baby, I just want to get to know you,” he said in a voice all slow and thick and deep. 

She wasn’t sure at which point they shifted that much closer together, but he was resting his forehead against hers leaving her breathless. Naturally, she sputtered out a few strings of laughter. “One thing you should know about me is that I’m uncomfortable in most social situations." 

"Duly noted,” he stated, rolling his eyes because she completely ruined the mood he set, head following suit and backing up a few inches. 

“So… just friends?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Sure."He gulped down the remainder of his drink while she sipped on her water. Neither of them were 100% satisfied with the arrangement, but someone had to be rational. She kept telling herself that she was doing the right thing. "Actually, can I kiss you?”

For the second time that night, she was rendered completely speechless. Y/N had been exercising extreme self-control up to that point. She didn’t have an anxiety attack when she met him the first time. She gave up amazing seats to see him (¼ of the biggest band in the world!). She turned him down when he came onto her. But, she couldn’t find it in herself to reject the chance to feel those lips on hers.. Like she imagined meeting him, she imagined kissing him a million times, but nothing compared to the fluffy, pillowy sensation that washed over her body when she nodded meekly at his request, sliding her hands up to grasp his face. 

It wasn’t like a full blown snog. It was short and sweet, but that knowledge didn’t do anything to quell the butterflies that took flight in her stomach. She kept her eyes closed and hands on his face for a good five seconds after the kiss ended, simply basking in it. “Maybe we can be a little more than friends.”

“Yeah?” he questioned, optimism laced in his every word, before pushing his lips back to hers for a few more seconds. 

“Yeah, but, maybe later. When you’re not so busy. After tour ends, if you even remember me.”

“I have a feeling you’ll be one of the few people I can’t forget.” His face set into that signature lopsided smirk. 

“We’ll just have to wait and see.”

“That we will, my dear, that we will.”