oh my god her hair is so short

anonymous asked:

Please do 86!!

86. “Am I scaring you?”

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You had gotten used to Harry’s long hair. You were used to your fingers braiding it, putting it in a bun for him when was doing something, playing with it. So Harry didn’t tell you that he was going to cut his precious hair, deciding to leave it a surprise.

Not only did you get used to it, so did your 1 and half year old daughter, Lilly, did too.
So when Harry decided to chop his precious hair, he didn’t tell you; deciding to leave it as a surprise.
He told you he was going to discuss things with Jeffery after you had breakfast, kissed you and his daughter goodbye before leaving.

You were holding Lilly’s arms as she wobbled around, you cheering for her when you heard the sound of key rattle and the door opening. “Daddy’s here!” You said excitedly, holding her hand and slowly walking towards the door as you looked at her, careful she doesn’t hit anything.

“Hi, you two!” Harry grinned. You looked up with a smile only to have it fall when you saw him.

“Holy fu-shi-Oh my God, your hair!” You exclaimed, looking at his — now — short hair.

Harry ran his fingers through it with a grin. “You like it?”

“I-” You were interrupted when you heard Lilly’s loud crying, looking down to see her hiding behind your leg.

Harry frowned, approaching her, only to have her scream louder. You bent down, holding her waist as she hugged you, crying on your shoulder. You carried her, rubbing her back. “What’s wrong, baby?” You cooed, turning so she can see Harry which made her hide her face in your neck. “It’s just daddy, baby. What’s wrong?”

You nodded towards the living room, walking and having Harry follow you before you both sat on the couch, Harry’s hand rubbing Lilly’s back gently. “I think it’s the hair.” You smiled at him before holding Lilly out and making her sit on your lap.

“Hey, baby,” Harry cooed, “What’s wrong? Am I scaring you?”

She looked at him with her big green eyes, tears falling down her cheek as her crying turned to quiet whimpers. “Dadda,” She said quietly with a squeak.

“Yes, baby, it’s dadda. I just cut my hair. I’m still me.” He opened his palms for her, signaling for her to come to him. When she raised her arms, Harry instantly took her, setting her on his lap. “Just the hair, baby.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, looking at it.
Lilly stopped crying, her frown replaced with giggles as Harry started tickling her once she became comfortable with his new look.

Two hours later, Harry had put her to have her nap before going to kitchen where you were making lunch. You grinned at him, pressing your body on his as he held you with a smile on his face. You looked at his hair again, putting your fingers through it, running them down gently.

“You like it?” He asked quietly, staring at you.

You nodded, “I love it. I can see you more like that actually. Look at that jaw.” You giggled before tracing his jaw with your index, feigning a hissing sound as if you had cut your finger making Harry laugh.

“I was worried you wouldn’t like it.” Harry admitted, putting his hands under your shirt to trace circles on your skin.

“And do what? File for a divorce?” You joked, “You look incredible. I mean it.”

“You can still tug at it, you know?” He wiggled his eyebrows, leaning down to press his lips on yours.

No Regrets (Part 7)

So I’ve been away for a few days, spending some time with my family. Didn’t manage to update this earlier but here it is now! Hope you like it!


Need to catch up? Here’s No Regrets Masterlist


Word count: 2.8k


Warnings: Swearing. Some angst. SASSY TONY.


A/N: Ooh, the tension, guys! Also, this gif is so perfect for this part!

Originally posted by starkexpo


You needed coffee today. Normally you’re pretty cheery when you arrive at work but this morning you were snappy and your colleagues noticed. The girls have asked you to nip around the corner to the café and grab you all some liquid caffeine. You were more than happy to do it – anything to get out of the office today! You were getting tired of all the drama. In a way you knew that this will pass in time, you’d just have to stick through it. But logic was not the dominant force today. Today angst and bitterness were having a day out in the life of Y/N…

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drew this yesterday half for tdov half because I’ve had this AU in mind for a while, aka the “ALL YOU FAVS ARE TRANS” AU. Trans boys Dipper and Pacifica falling in love. We know Stan would be super accepting and do everything he can to help the kids, and Pacifica’s parents would be homophobic transphobic pieces of shit. Please read the catptions. ♥♥

Last Minute Date (Jackson)

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

Plot: there’s a date party happening. You wanna go. And Jackson needs a date. How about that…

Length: 2,549 words

Genre: fratboy!Got7

*I am still on hiatus/considered inactive but I had a little free time and I wanted to get my Jackson feels out… as well, this is inspired by a true story 👀

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If Jamie and Claire (and Murtagh) could text: 1x02 Edition (after arriving @ Leoch)
  • Murtagh: jamie lad ?
  • Murtagh: whr in gds name are ye ?
  • Murtagh: been lookin all over
  • Murtagh: Its been over a day!!
  • Murtagh: Where are ye??
  • Jamie: nothing not been up to anything at all
  • Murtagh: ....
  • Jamie: i mean
  • Jamie: STABLES!
  • Jamie: how are you?
  • Jamie: Tell me in detail how your day's been?
  • Murtagh: no
  • Murtagh: you
  • Murtagh: tell me *now*
  • Jamie: tell what?
  • Murtagh: whatever yev been doin that's got ye squirmin like a bairn thts shat his pants
  • Jamie: buggershitebleeding
  • Murtagh: what have ye been doin jamie???
  • Jamie: NOTHING, aye?
  • Murtagh: Let me guess:
  • Murtagh: went against myorders to ///steer clear/// of the wee ssnch lassie??
  • Jamie: no
  • Jamie: *definitely* not
  • Murtagh: lad.
  • Murtagh: cmon
  • Murtagh: you're terribl @ this
  • Jamie: Lorna the scullerymarm was JUST telling me how fine and oily your beard is looking today.
  • Jamie: you should pay her a calL!
  • Jamie: *now* would be a GREAT time!
  • Murtagh: JAMES ALEXANDER MALCOLM MACKENZIE FRASER
  • Jamie: oh jesus
  • Jamie: i dinna think ye've ever said my entire name to me
  • Jamie: and fck ye used all caps!! 😳
  • Murtagh: WEEL
  • Murtagh: THT WAS ACCIDENT
  • Murtagh: HOW TO TURN OFF?
  • Jamie: hehe
  • Murtagh: YER IN ENOUGH TROUBL AS IS, WEE SMOUT
  • Murtagh: TELL ME NOW OR I THROW U IN MANURE PILE
  • Jamie: double tap the lil arrow on the left
  • Murtagh: got it
  • Jamie: k, have a good time wi' Lorna , see you at week end !!
  • Murtagh: No no no no not that easy lad
  • Murtagh: tell me what **exactly*** ye did to the lass
  • Murtagh: even tho i told ye not to have anything to do wi' her
  • Jamie: it was nothing at all
  • Murtagh: waiting
  • Jamie: fine, twas naught but a wee chat
  • Jamie: but omg guess what??
  • Jamie: she's NOT MARRIED!!
  • Jamie: She's WIDOWED!!!!
  • Jamie: ISNA THAT THE BEST NEWS???????
  • Murtagh: nevr takin ye to a funeral *ever*
  • Jamie: I mean
  • Jamie: of course its verra sad for the lass
  • Jamie: 😔 god rest his soul etc etc
  • Jamie: ....but its good to know, aye?
  • Jamie: verra good
  • Jamie: verra verra verra verra good
  • Murtagh: so that's it? ye talked about her dead husband?
  • Murtagh: that's all that happened?
  • Jamie: .... uh huh
  • Murtagh: jamie.
  • Murtagh: I've got a vrra stern face on right now
  • Murtagh: TALK FFS.
  • Jamie: dinna wanna say
  • Murtagh: NOW
  • Murtagh: WHT DID YE DO
  • Jamie: lethertakeoffmyshirt
  • Jamie: and also touchmymuscles
  • Jamie: i mean *bandage me
  • Jamie: and then i
  • Jamie: um
  • Jamie: comforted her
  • Murtagh: ye **whatt**
  • Jamie: just snuggled her a little while she snugglecried intomyshoulder
  • Jamie: andthen
  • Jamie: there was
  • Jamie: a long lingering *oh haiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIii*** kind of gaze between us
  • Jamie: so....IN SHORT, nothing at all really
  • Murtagh: oh aye? Half-naked cuddling is nothing at all????
  • Jamie: just...
  • Jamie: _the single best hour of my life_
  • Jamie: stillcryingboutitcausehappy
  • Murtagh: oh for gods blessed fucking sake
  • Jamie: HER HAIR SMELLS LIKE A FIELD OF GRASS, MURTAGH
  • Jamie: A FIELD OF SWEET EARTHY GRASS
  • Jamie: AND I WANT TO PLOW IT
  • Murtagh: oh jesus
  • Murtagh: am i going to be a great-godfather soon?
  • Jamie: NOT LIKE THAT
  • Jamie: well....I mean....
  • Jamie: Yes. yes precisely like that
  • Jamie: ((i mean have you SEEn her???))
  • Jamie: but not until i've plowed her HEART-FIELD too
  • Murtagh: YIKES x infinity
  • Jamie: after we're wed of course
  • Jamie: and then I can plow her heart-field AND her field-field
  • Jamie: OOOO! _in an ACTUAL field_
  • Jamie: preferably the one @ LLB
  • Jamie: up by the broch
  • Jamie: dye think that's the bst one?
  • Jamie: tell me
  • Jamie: is there a better field?
  • Jamie: come on tell me which field
  • Jamie: this is important
  • Jamie: whyve ye gone all quiet?
  • Murtagh: talkin to the blacksmith about fashioning somethin to chain yer foot to the stable
  • Jamie: oh thats fine
  • Jamie: she's walking up the hill to the stable as we speak, so i dinna mind being tied up here 🙂🙃😍🙂🙃😍🙂🙃😍🙂🙃😍
  • Murtagh: for fucks sake
  • Jamie: ok putting phone away, gotta act like i dinna see her coming
  • Jamie: Wish me luck!!!!!!!!
  • Murtagh: NO PLOWING OF ***ANY**** KINDS OF FIELDS, D'YE HEAR????
Be More Chill Characters as Things I've Said

Jeremy: once this hot guy at dunkins called me cute and I panicked and yelled “I’M GONNA BUY A COOKIE NOW”, voice crack and all

Michael: my amiGOS are my a-mi-HOES

Christine: I think I’ve been listening to too many musicals because I SWEAR I just saw Lin-Manuel Miranda trying to win a stuffed animal over there

Jake: are you on fire? Because I wanna stop drop and roll the fuck away from you

Rich: I DIDN’T KNOW THE GAS WAS LEAKING- HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW!! I DIDN’T/MEAN/ TO NEARLY BLOW US UP!!!

Chloe: *flips hair* you WISH you were this beautiful *walks in to a door and falls*

Brooke: *just found out her froyo weighs enough for 10 dollars* life is too short to go back on this master peice

Jenna: CHLO HELP I KICKED A BLENDER IS IT SUPPOSED TO BLEED THIS MUCH…nah I’m sure it’s fine

SQUIP: you keep talking to me as if I wanna be around you…weird

Mr.Heere: you SAY that pants are essential but I KNOW you’re damn uncomfortable so why are you lying to me

Mr. Reyes: *trying his first hot pocket* oh my god this is…this is amazing im- can I have this taste engraved on my taste buds?? I’ve been saved…

anonymous asked:

IF YOURE STILL TAKING REQUESTS, COULD YOU PLEASE DRAW SHORT HAIRED ALLURA!?

*sdfbwrogoboiwrobg* starts playing. HELL YES, I CAN. I never knew how much i needed this until now. I love her, oh my god. (I imagined if Allura ever got short hair, it would be fluffy, big and all over the place.) 

My Kallura shipping ass has got some theories about how allura would get short hair below: 

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Undeniable Heat Chapter Two: Chances

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1250 Words

Chapter Summary: Written partially in Jensen’s POV. Deciding a trip to Austin is a much needed thing. While Y/N heads to check out her new apartment for the first time.

Story Summary:  You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Jensen’s P.O.V.

“Yeah Jared what’s up?” I asked as I tried to pound out one more mile on the treadmill. It was still early in the morning, but I had already been up for a couple of hours, getting in my normal work out.

“Did you hear the news? Our usual make up lady quit.” Jared said, and I could hear water splashing in the background. I didn’t have to be there to see what he was up to. He was probably in his pool, spending some much needed time with his boys before he joined me in Vancouver. In a way I wished I was down there, spending time with him on the lake, hanging with his kids who I considered my nephews. But the memories from down there were still too fresh, and I wasn’t ready to face them yet.

“She did? But I loved her. She didn’t try to make us look like painted whores.” I said as I turned the treadmill off, taking a sip of my water.

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river-rider-with-cats  asked:

For a prompt! I really wanna see genderfluid Lance, but he gets a virus that physically changes his gender on a daily basis and it's cool at first (everybody else is super ??WTF?? ), but then he has a day where his body and gender don't line up and he tries to find every way possible to irritate the virus to change it and then it ends in fluff?? Maybe...i just really want to see genderfluid Lance...

“Ugh,” A lethargic Lance moaned as he held onto his bloated stomach, “I don’t feel too good,”

The team looked at Lance as he doubled over, Hunk made his way over to him in worry and rubbed his back. “Maybe you ate something a bit off?”

“All I’ve eaten is that food goo,” Lance moaned and he sat down to ease the pain, he massaged his lower stomach, some relief was given but he still felt uncomfortable. 

“Maybe you just need some water and sleep!” Coran exclaimed and ran out of the room, apparently to get some water.

“Virus’ aren’t too uncommon in space, they endospore and when they find perfect conditions they release themselves and begin reproducing.” Allura stated and pulled Lance up by his arms, Lance sluggishly let himself be lead by Allura. “We’ll run some tests in the pods and see if there’s anything we can do, who knows how a human will react to an unfamiliar sickness,”

Lance heard what was being said and tried to protest but the pain in his stomach was too much, Allura easily maneuvered him into the medical bay and set him up in a pod. After pressing a few buttons the pod began scanning.

By then Coran had found them all and had a bottle of water ready for Lance. The paladins looked at Lance in worry, none of them had gotten sick while in space, they had no clue how this may effect Lance. A few beeps omitted from the pod, Allura and Coran began to read the results and a confused look over came their faces.

“What’s the matter?” Shiro asked and stepped up to the from behind. 

“The pod isn’t detecting anything that could be causing this,” Allura stated and opened the pod, Lance caught himself before he fell out. He looked around in confusion before shifting uncomfortably. He reached his hand down and felt his chest, when his hand met with a soft, squishy surface Lance jumped in surprise, he let out a feminine squeak before bolting out of the medical bay and into the nearest bathroom.

“What’s his deal?” Keith asked. Allura and Coran shared a long look before they both left the room in search for Lance.

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The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 10) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Deal”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Chris Argent, Gerard Argent, Noah Stilinski & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Black goo.

A.N.: I know that Gerard is fine and well nowadays in the canon universe, but for my purposes, he’s still coughing up black shit and in a ton of pain. Also, fun fact for anyone who watches/reads it, but I was SUPER inspired by The Magicians and how they use their hands in performing their magic.

Summary: Stiles, Scott, Isaac and Y/N go to Beacon Hills to see Gerard.

Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven

Originally posted by bloggergirl29


Stiles stood in the Beacon County Sheriff’s Department with you. He brought you with him so that you could meet his Dad and finally get to see Beacon Hills, even if it was just for a day or two.

“Dad, this is Y/N Y/L/N… Y/N, my Dad.” Stiles gestured back and forth, a wide, mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Hi Sheriff, Stiles has told me so much about you.” You shook his hand.

“Well, Y/N, I’m glad to finally meet you. Unfortunately, my son has told me literally nothing about you because he never calls. Is he going to class, Y/N?” Sheriff Stilinski questioned you, while staring at Stiles.

“Dad..” Stiles whined.

“Umm..” You looked back at Stiles, who had sat down and was shaking his head while smiling. “Well, he has two classes with Scott and I’m pretty sure he goes to those..” You answered.

“Except for today…” The Sheriff said with a raised eyebrow.

“Today is Sunday, so I don’t have class but tomorrow is a personal day, Dad.” Stiles said as he rose from the couch in his dad’s office and grinned. Noah shook his head at his son.

“So where’s Scott and why do you need to talk to Gerard Argent?” The Sheriff asked his son, concerned as to why he came home on a random Sunday in the beginning of February.

“Scott and Isaac are talking to Mr. Argent and we need to talk to Gerard about the Bestiary. Lydia has this theory that someone tore the pages out that mentioned the vampires. We all agreed that it’s hard to believe that Gerard never came in contact with any.” Stiles explained.

“I’ve gotta say, Stiles, you couldn’t find a school that didn’t have vampires and witches and who knows what else?… no offense, Y/N.”

“None taken, I was looking for a school like that too.”

“It’s not my fault that Scott and I are thrust into these situations. Anyway, we’re fine, Dad, we’ve got it under control.” Stiles reassured his father, as he patted him on the shoulder. “Scott texted me, we’ve gotta go.” He hugged his Dad. Noah sighed, knowing if he wasn’t able to control his son when he was still under his roof, he certainly couldn’t do it when Stiles lived in Berkeley.

“I’m on patrol tonight with Parrish and Derek. We’ve got a small wendigo problem that we’re working on, but I can still take you out for dinner. I’ll see you both at 7?” Sheriff Stilinski asked.

“See you at 7, Dad.” You waved and followed Stiles back to his Jeep.


You all crowded the small room, stepping over crumpled up tissues, covered in an unidentifiable black substance, that littered the floor. The yellow flowered wolfsbane that Chris had given his father years ago had lost its effect and the black oozing blood had returned. You and Stiles stayed back against the walls, watching as Chris Argent, Scott and Isaac spoke to the decrepit, old man in the wheelchair, in the middle of the room.

“And why isn’t she a part of the deal?”

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Pull my hair (the wrong way) - Request

Requested by @narsissisticcracker:  Benedict x Reader fic based on the quote from Ben: “Pull the hair on my head the wrong way, and I would be on my knees begging for mercy. I have very sensitive follicles.” no smut please just lots of fluff and kissing, makeout scene. With the hair pulling…..Yeah. 

Pairing: Benedict x reader

Word count: 1.184

Warnings: None.

A/N: Some fluff for the cumberbitches. 

Enjoy!

Originally posted by bethereinagiphy

Benedict was always busy with work. His multiple roles were demanding, and his professionalism and fine manners were also a huge influence to his need of being early to work every single day and leaving until everybody was done working – which means he was the last one to leave.

(Y/N) knew it was important for him, that every character had a big space in his humongous heart. From the Frankenstein Monster, to a dragon in a castle, all the way to a consultant detective. Benedict loved them all, and was willing to give his whole to them.

She missed him, but she never said anything, because she didn’t want to be the kind of girlfriend to discourage her partner just because she wants more attention. Besides, whenever he had free time, Benedict would dedicate solely it to her.

He was the most loving boyfriend in the world. His kind heart and warm soul were more than enough to make her day better just by giving her a boyish grin every morning. He would come home, willing to cuddle with her in spite of being extremely tired, and during the weekend he would wake up early to make her breakfast – which they would eat in bed – and he always had little details; like tiny gifts from his trips, or flowers just because they were pretty, or he would take her out for dinner, or suggest to stay home and re-watch her favourite TV shows. Benedict loved her, and he liked to show it through small actions like so.

Benedict would also call her through video call every night whenever he was out of town. That week, Ben had gone out to Italy to the press tour of his brand new movie. (Y/N) had to stay for work, so she couldn’t join him, but was patiently waiting for him to come back and stay home for a whole week of rest.

“Hello, love.” She greeted as Ben’s face appeared on the screen. The man instantly smiled.

“Hiiii!” He chanted, waving his hand.

“How’s Italy?” She asked.

“Italian.” Benedict joked, and they couldn’t help but to laugh. Those video calls were usually simple as hell, and so they would laugh at everything and anything. “Italy is fine; it’s gorgeous, as usual, but it’s not the same without you.”

“I miss you too, my dear.” She said. Benedict nodded, and (Y/N) caught a tiny glimpse of his background – he was outside. “Why aren’t you at the hotel?”

“Too loud.” Benedict replied instantly, “The whole cast and staff decided it is an amazing day to celebrate the release of the film.”

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt you to celebrate with them.” She suggested.

“I wanted to be with you.” Ben mumbled, “I can’t wait to be on holiday so we can spend it together without any interruption.”

“I know, me too.” She whispered as her eyes watered slightly.

“But it will be very soon. Oh, hello, Mrs. Trent.” Ben greeted their neighbour. “As I was saying, it will be very soon.”

“Yes… Wait a second.” Her eyes widened and Benedict chuckled at her reaction. “Are you really here?”

“Just open the door, England is freezing compared to Italy.” He didn’t have to ask her twice. (Y/N) jumped out of bed, leaving the laptop there, and ran outside to the door.

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16. The Nameless One.

I started writing this a couple days ago but it didnt feel like it was going anywhere. Lo and behold did that BEAUTIFUL picture of dear old Harold appear and here we are. He must have known. 
Title creds to @whoopsharrystyles, shes lovely!


It happened at 1:24AM. An hour and six minutes ago.

The room was now quiet apart from the slight snuffles that were coming from the tiny little baby that was laying in Harry’s arms in a large, yet rather uncomfortable, arm chair. You weren’t asleep, but you were lying back in your bed, eyes closed and taking some time for yourself before the task of raising a child took over your life.

“Hey, little baby,” you listened to Harry whisper as he gently rocked in the chair. “Yeah, hi. How does it feel to be out in the real world now, little one?” His voice was quiet but high pitched and you could hear the smile on his face.

“I don’t think she can understand you” You spoke and Harry looked up to you immediately, his grin only getting bigger as he watched you adjust yourself.

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he made his peace with letting go

Rating: G
Fandom: The 100
Pairing: Bellamy x Clarke
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 1999 Words
Summary: Movement at the treeline caught everyone’s eye at almost the same time. A silhouette burst out of the trees and stopped short. The person stopped and touched their hair. Their short, blonde hair. It was impossible. “Bellamy….” Raven latched onto his arm and pointed. “Bellamy. Oh my god.”

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a woman to me - harrison osterfield imagine #1

“She can kill with a smile,

She can wound with her eyes.

She can ruin your faith with her casual lie.”

When Harrison saw her for the first time, he was beyond star-struck. Awe gripped him, making him freeze in his spot. His eyes were glued on the woman as she casually tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

If it hadn’t been for Tom, Harrison would have probably not been blessed by the sight of such an enchanting woman. He had never seen someone as beautiful as she was. Sure, he was usually surrounded by beautiful women everywhere he went, but there was something about her that did it for Harrison.

Maybe it was how effortless she looked. Nothing about her was practically perfect. She was no front-page-model material. But she radiated ethereal and natural beauty. Harrison watched as she politely ordered her drink, her shining smile reaching her eyes. She handed the barista her money and grinned warmly as they handed her the receipt. Stepping away from the cashier, she wandered over towards the waiting area and took out her mobile phone. Her Y/E/C scanned the screen, her hands typing out something quickly. She bit her lip, her eyebrows furrowed in complete concentration.

“Oi, move.”

Harrison felt a nudge on his back and he jumped, jolting back to reality. He muttered a soft ‘sorry’ under his breath, tearing his eyes away from the woman. Moving up the queue, Harrison crossed his arms across his chest and avoided looking at her.

Alas, that only lasted a few seconds. Harrison turned his head slightly to check if she was still there.

She was. And this time, she was leaning against the wall. Her attention was still on her phone, her fingers moving across the screen swiftly.

All of a sudden, she looked up from her mobile phone and right at Harrison. Harrison flinched, averting his eyes elsewhere as his cheeks reddened.

How did she know he was staring?

He kept his eyes trained on the floor, not daring to look in her direction. God, he probably thought he was a creep. Harrison kept his head down until he reached the front of the queue. Even then, Harrison barely managed to squeak out his order.

One latte for Tom, another for himself.

By the time Harrison received his receipt, she was gone.

He searched the cafe from his spot in the waiting area, trying to spot the woman.

Truly, she was gone.

He didn’t even get her name.


“She only reveals what she wants you to see,

She hides like a child.

But she’s always a woman to me.”

It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon, not a rare occurrence for the two Brits. They raced down the pavement, eager to get under shelter. Harrison held his coat over his head as Tom did the same. No one was really sure how the race started in the first place, but Harrison was determined to reach the cafe first. Reaching his hand out, Harrison playfully pushed Tom as he neared the cafe door.

Harrison pushed open the door, not aware of the woman that was heading out of it. It all happened in a matter of seconds.

The door practically knocked the girl off her feet, her cup of freshly brewed coffee slipping out of her hand and onto the floor. Hot liquid flew out of the take-out cup and onto her shirt. A massive brown stain formed on her neatly pressed shirt as she stumbled backwards, almost falling. Harrison’s laughter was cut short as he watched the scene in front of him. Pulling open the door, he let the thousands of apologies roll out of his mouth.

“I’m so so sorry! Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” he rambled, helping the girl steady herself. Her hair hung around her face like a curtain, making Harrison nervous. Was she angry?

What if she was a rich woman and wanted to sue Harrison?

Alright, mate, let’s not stray too far off, Harrison thought to himself.

The woman looked up and Harrison nearly gasped.

It was the same woman he was staring at weeks ago.

By this time, Tom had gotten into the mix. He bent down to pick up the coffee cup, unable to salvage any of the coffee left despite his best efforts. The woman sighed, shutting her eyes for a bit as she moved away from Harrison and Tom. Harrison let go of her wrists.

“I was literally on the way to a job interview, Now, my shirt’s all fucked up, Oh my God, they’re not going to hire me. They’re not even going to let me into the office,” she mumbled to herself, her eyes blinking quickly as she tried to keep her calm.

She ferociously rubbed her shirt, praying under her breath for it to disappear,

The woman seemed to take zero interest in Harrison as she kept her eyes locked on her shirt, Harrison, however, was stuck in a daze again.

He admired her pretty eyes and her barely pink cheeks. Her lips were lathered in a soft pink colour and her hair was styled neatly on top of her head. She wore a skirt that just stopped above her knees, hugging her waist perfectly. Even while she was fumbling around, she still looked as beautiful as ever.

Tom smacked Harrison on the shoulder.

“Help her, mate.”

Right. Not the most appropriate time to stare at her, Harrison reminded himself.

An idea popped into his head as he shrugged off his large coat. Holding in front of her, he patted the woman’s shoulder gently. She looked up from her shirt and glared at Harrison.

He meekly smiled, offering the piece of clothing.

“You can wear this. Covers the stain aright if you button it up a bit,” Harrison advised.

Her glare disappeared and her gaze on Harrison softened, “no, I can’t. It’s yours and it’s cold out.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s my fault you dropped the coffee anyways,” Harrison waved his hand dismissively.

She bit her lip, contemplating if she really should take Harrison’s jacket. This man was a stranger, but she really needed to cover up the stain or else the interviewers would get a bad impression of her. She needed this job, so the first impression was very important to her.

Admittedly, she also found it hard to reject the man, especially with his gorgeous light blue eyes.

Giving in, she slowly took the coat from Harrison and slipped her arms into it. The jacket was baggy on her but she hooked the buttons up. After some adjustments, she turned to face the two Brits in front of her and raised an eyebrow.

“Does it look okay?” she asked.

“Perfect,” Harrison replied instantaneously, almost breathless.

God, she looked good in his coat. Her figure was smaller so the coat hung loosely around her arms, but she still looked nice and presentable.  

Stop it, Haz, he thought to himself.

Tom merely nodded, giving the girl an awkward thumbs up. He looked at his best friend, who had THE look on his face. Smirking, he quietly backed off from the two of them.

The woman chuckled, adjusting her purse on her shoulder.

“Thanks a lot for this. I owe you,” she said.

“Nah, it’s alright. It looks good on you,” Harrison replied truthfully. He cringed, slapping his forehead. Smooth, Harrison. Smooth.

She giggled and Harrison swore he almost melted. Even her laugh was so melodious. What was this woman doing to him?

Checking her wristwatch, she gasped and stepped away from Harrison. She rushed over towards the door and was about to run off when she looked back at Harrison.

“I’m gonna be so late but thanks for the coat! Have a good day!” she hollered over her shoulder. Harrison managed a smile and she returned it, before disappearing out the door.

The two Brits looked at each other, although Tom had a completely different look on his face.

“She didn’t even recognize me,” he joked, earning a nudge from Harrison.

His thoughts were at a disarray. While he was completely spellbound by her beauty, he was stumped by the fact that he didn’t even know her name.

“I didn’t even get her name,” Harrison sighed, shoving his hands into his pocket.

Tom looked down at the coffee cup he was holding and observed it. His brown eyes lit up and he showed the cup to his best friend.

“No, you did.”

Her name was scrawled messily on the cup and Harrison smiled, taking the cup from Tom’s hand. He stared at the writing.

“Y/N.”


Originally posted by tomandharrisongifs

f.r.i.e.n.d.s meet world

Friends / Girl Meets World Crossover: Rachel never got off the plane, instead she raises her daughter Emma Maya in Paris and sends her to the states for the summer, Ross’s son Ben Lucas moves in with him, Phoebe and Mike have a son named Farkle and all of them, of course, are best friends with Monica and Chandler’s twins Erica and Jack. Oh, and Joey ends up having a daughter he never knew about: Riley.
Previous Chapters: Prologue aka “The One Where Joey Has A Daughter”
Word Count: 4,890

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[The One With The Results.]

“That’s…not possible.” Joey chokes out.  

The room grows silent and all eyes are on the brunette standing by the door. Riley tries to steady her breathing. The last thing she needs is to have a panic attack in front of a room full of strangers. It takes her a few seconds but she works up the courage to pull out the picture she found in her pocket and hand it over to the dark-haired man across from her.

“I found this picture of you and my mother.” She says softly, averting her eyes while he looks over the photo.

The other adults lean in as well, realization crossing their face. “Hey, that’s Erin!” Rachel is the first to speak. “You remember her right, Mon? She was the one girl of Joeys’ that we actually loved.”

Riley smiles at that, happy to know that her mom left a lasting impression on them. It didn’t at all surprise her. Everyone loved her mother. How could they not?

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Voltron: Legendary Defender, Season 3

- I’m really really gay for the lady generals
> is the cat the same one as Haggar’s? Did she give it to them?
> ❤️ Ezor ❤️

- I’m really really gay for the character development, especially for Lance, Keith, and Allura
> I’m really happy that they touched on Lance’s insecurities more instead of just leaving it in season 2
> I loved Allura bonding with Blue and pretty much every interaction of hers with Lance was really sweet
> keith is learning how to be a leader. I feel like a lot of the fandom (myself included) were expecting way too much, a lot of the leadership skills he’s developing TAKE TIME to develop, he’s not going to be Shiro 2.0 overnight
> I thought that the paladins getting closer and sort of bonding with each other was cool! The light hearted teasing and the increased trust and respect

- why so many food jokes why

- I loved the paladins and Haggar’s backstory oh my god
> Is Haggar Lotor’s mother? He doesn’t seem very familiar or attached to her, and while he obviously isn’t close to Zarkon, he still called him ‘father’
> back to the cat, if she is his mom maybe she gave it to him and he gave it to Narti (sp?)
> Since Haggar and Zarkon apparently forgot about their history, is their relationship going to change now that they remember?

- I liked shiro’s undercut better
> also how did his hair grow so long in what seemed like a short amount of time? Am I wrong about how long he was gone, idk I might have missed something

- THE EVIL ALTEANS HOLY QUIZNACK
> I really loved the juxtaposition of enslaving people through war and enslaving them through science
> also Sven

That’s all my brain is really fixating on for now but I’ll probably continue this!

That Would be Enough // Damien Haas

For anonymous

Warnings: Swearing and Hamilton spoilers although I’m pretty sure it’s been long enough since it was released

Pairing: Damien Haas x Reader (female perspective)

Word Count: 1,332

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“Um, hey. Is Ericka here?” You asked awkwardly to the first person you saw, which happened to be a purple-haired girl, as you awkwardly cleared your throat.

“Boze?” The girl inquired.

“Uh, yeah. I’m supposed to give her a gift.” You nodded and the girls eyes widened in realization.

“Oh my god, you’re Y/N? You look so much more pretty than how Boze described you.” You blushed and thanked her. “Let me take you to her.”

Boze noticed immediately when you and Mari walked into the room (you had learned her name on the walk there), and quickly jumped up to greet you.

“Y/N!” She pulled you into a hug, and you smiled and hugged the short girl.

“Hey, I got the tickets for you. Spend them wisely, it took a lot of work to get them, so I can’t get you anymore, ‘kay?” You held her shoulders and she saluted you, which made you laugh.

“Aye, captain!” You pulled the tickets out of your purse, all of them being sealed in an envelope.

“Anyways you’re probably busy so I’ll leave you be, if I don’t get to see you I hope you enjoy the show.” You went to leave but Boze held you back.

“Wait, you need to meet everyone!” She cheered, and proceeded to point to the other five people sitting at desks around the room. “In order there’s Flitz, Wes, Damien, and Joven. I’m guessing you’ve already met Mari.”

You nodded as you scanned the various people, all of them seeming like completely different people. Your eyes lingered on Damien for a second longer as you managed to ensure that you had met Mari. When you were finally able to leave, everyone cheered out their goodbyes and thanks for the tickets you had given them, although you made sure to assure them it was nothing, because they were Boze’s friends so they must be something special.

Sitting in your car you went over everything. As far as you knew, Boze had told you that Damien was single and you were cursing her in your mind for not telling you that he was attractive, because now you were going to be more nervous when you performed in front of him. If only Boze had set you up with him earlier, you cursed her out once again, before finally putting your vehicle into drive and continuing on your way.

When you were called to stage, you were nearly shaking. This was the first time people you knew were watching you perform, and in one of the lead roles nonetheless. It had been a major accomplishment when you’d managed to land the role of Eliza in Hamilton, and now here you were a few months after the LA opening of the show, being the most nervous than any other performance.

The curtains opened and the music started. Everything went exactly as it always did, and it only took seconds before you got into your role. You were Elizabeth Hamilton née Schuyler, wife to Alexander Hamilton, and you could do this. After the person playing Alex had started singing you prepared for your first lines in the show.

“When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt ridden. Two years later see Alex and his mother bedridden. Half dead, sitting in their own sick, the scent thick.” You sang with the strongest voice you could muster, as the rest of the cast joined you for the next line. “Alex got better but his mother went quick.”

You’d always loved acting, as you always loved to feel the raw emotions well written scripts could make you feel. The immense joy you felt everytime you got married to Alex, the longing you felt when you told him that you were going to have his son, your sorrow when he returned to war, and this was the less emotional act in the show.

When intermission came you were completely out of breath, but you were so in the moment you almost didn’t notice. You had a few snacks with the actress who played your sister, Angelica. The two of you had grown close as you performed more shows, and you knew you would miss her when either of you left the show. She approached something you didn’t think anyone had noticed.

“So… you seem a little more nervous this show… any particular reason?” She asked in a tone that told you she knew exactly why you were nervous.

“There may be a particularly cute boy watching…”

“I knew it!” She cheered, “you best get back out there and wow him so much he falls in live with you. Up and at 'em, Y/N, you’re getting a boyfriend if I have anything to say about it.”

The second act had past with double the amount of emotions as he first act. Hell, you were crying when you watched your stage son die, even if you had gone through it dozens of times. As you and the cast took the final bow, you spotted Boze, Damien, and the others in the crowd, and gave them a small wave as they cheered loudly when your name was announced.

“So, how was it?” You questioned when you met the crew in a nearby parking garage, you had washed all the makeup off of your face and had thrown on a loose sweater you had left in your dressing room, not caring about your appearance at the moment.

“Are you kidding me?! That was amazing, you’ve been holding out you slut!” Boze cheered and hugged you as you just chuckled.

“Thanks?”

“No problem, you whore. Anyways, I think we’re gonna go, so yeah.” Everyone had left except Damien.

“But wait… you’re my ride?” You said quietly, but they were already chatting loudly amongst themselves.

You had gotten a drive with your show sister and assured her you had a ride home, but now you were alone in a parking garage with no way to get home.

“You need a ride home?” Damien questioned.

“If you wouldn’t mind?” Your voice was hesitant and sheepish as you answered.

“It’s no problem, c'mon. I got a spot further away from those losers.” You giggled and followed him to his car, where he opened the door for you.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Would you maybe want to get something to eat?” You blushed at his question, thankful it was dark.

“Uh, I mean I’m not really dressed to go out, but I’m up for some McDonald’s if you are?” You asked and he grinned at you.

“Sounds awesome.”

On the drive there, the two of you sang along to each song the came on the radio, every now and then he would throw in an accent which you would laugh at then tease him about. By the time you got there you were already having the night of your life. You went through drive through, and although you don’t remember what he ordered you got yourself chicken nuggets, fries, and a chocolate milkshake.

“So, what’s it like being on a Broadway show?” He started up a new conversation as you both munched on fries.

“It’s awesome, it’s been my dream since forever, and a show written by Lin himself, is just amazing.” You gushed out. “What about you? What’s it like being a YouTube star?”

“It’s pretty cool, it’s nothing like being on Broadway, I’m sure.” You shook your head.

“Thank you for this, by the way. This is one of the best nights I’ve ever had.” You admitted to him.

“Anything for the most amazing girl I know.” You blushed at that.

The conversation continued on as you finished your meal, and Damien merely watched you with fascination. He had never felt like this for someone before, and he came to the realization as he watched you throw your head back and laugh, and he knew his mind was made.

Damien Haas was completely and utterly in love with you.

Originally posted by yrobdtservt

4: june 10th

Rolling her eyes, she pushes the wispy bits of her hair out her face impatiently and sees his point. Though, she absolutely won’t own up to it. “You’re the one being annoying.”

“Hey now.” He moves to stand in front of her. “Don’t blame this mood on me.”

He smiles widely at her even though she doesn’t deserve it, even though she called him annoying for just being his teasing self. She exhales and wipes the first drop of sweat from her brow.

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Home Base

A/N: Rucas one-shot that just popped into my head one day. 
Summary: It’s the semi-finals. One win away from advancing to the State Championships. The bases are not loaded…but Riley Matthews sure is. 
Word count: 1,346

His shoulders were heaving with unsteady breaths. Lucas could feel the heat of the sun bearing down on him as a bead of sweat slowly made its way down the tip of his nose. The crowd was screaming incomprehensively, the cheering squad blowing their horns. His eyes glanced at the scoreboard. It was the bottom of the 9th, the visiting team from Eleanor Roosevelt High leading by one, as the Patriots of Abigail Adams High were out to bat, with 1 out and a player on first base.

Nerves were settling in as he watched his teammate and best friend Zay on home plate, waiting for the next pitch. His gaze then scanned over the crowd, coming to a halt in the front row bleachers when he met Riley’s eyes. He suddenly forgot how to breathe as the rest of the world fades away. She smiled at him and waved; motioning to the jersey she was wearing. It was his old baseball uniform from last year’s season.

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GOT7 react to their s/o confronting a female idol for being too touchy with them

you’re not annoying at all! :)
so, this is the continuation of the short-tempered s/o…
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Mark - “You could’ve just told me that it was bothering you.” He said, “I would have told her myself.” And your response was “Really?! The first time I told you I didn’t like her hanging around you, you dismissed it and said you guys are just co-workers, and that I have nothing to worry about.” 

Originally posted by etherealjackson

Jaebum - “Oh my God, Y/N!” Running his hand through his hair. “It’s not like I’m cheating on you.” Just hearing him say that sets you off “Yeah… You may not cheat on me now, but who knows what’ll happen in the future if you keep leading her on and if you continue on letting her touch you so freely.” 

Originally posted by igotbulletproof

Jackson - “Why would you confront her? You could’ve just told me.” He starts, “The PD-nim told her to act more friendly and touchy. You can’t just go off like that, Y/N” – Scoffing at his explanation, you shot back with “What are you going to say next? Oh! Don’t worry, we’re just workmate.”

Originally posted by anothersilentmemory

Jinyoung - “You’ve not only embarrassed me but yourself as well! What were you thinking, Y/N?” He didn’t wait for both of you to settle in the house “I thought you knew better! This is my career, Y/N! You can’t just come on set and confront her to stay away from me, we work together.”  “That was off camera, Jinyoung! She didn’t have to be so touchy when the director yelled ‘cut’. It means stop.” You shot back.

Originally posted by perolinha

Youngjae - “We’re assigned to have a duet for the year-end show, Y/N” He said, heaving a sigh “Why are you taking this out of context?”  Rolling your eyes in annoyance before you blow up “How can I not? She was being way too touchy when it’s off stage. That’s not right! Like, she can clearly see me sitting beside you, and she knows that we’re dating!” 

Originally posted by qfriend

Bambam - “Ah, Y/N! Come on, you know that we’re just working and that the camera was still rolling.”  “Are you sure that the camera was rolling because I was right behind the cameraman, and I can clearly see that it wasn’t.” You fumed “You should’ve set the boundary yourself, Bam! She’s so annoying! Oh my God!!” 

Originally posted by chattyang

Yugyeom - “Y/N, why don’t you sit and calm down? She’s only my dance partner. Being touchy and skinship is a major part of dancing.”  “Yeah…But not too touchy! Why is she so clingy like a koala? I know that she’s only your dance partner, but there’s a limit, for God sake!” You huffed

Originally posted by markjestic

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