talking about his mum

a concept: we know that mike keeps all the drawings will gave him, so what if will collects something mike gives him, as well? what if he writes down every nice thing mike has ever said to or about him? “do you want to be my friend?“don’t listen to them. they are just mean bullies. you are so much cooler!”, “you are so important, will! what would we do without our cleric?”,  “wow, this drawing looks so cool!”, “i’ll always be by your side”, “you’re my best friend”, “it was the best thing i’ve ever done” … he writes it all down in a small notebook, with the exact date next to it and sketches of mike every other page that become more detailed and precise the older he gets. 

6

(*my screenshots* please like and reblog🤗) my page is becoming a christian fanpage😂

CHRISTIAN IN GLASSES IS A LOOK THAT IS NEEDED MORE!!!!😍😍😍

Live summary:
He spoke about his work and showed some editing techniques (hes so passionate and cute when he talks about his work😩)
He spoke about his mum sending him on some missionary camp thing to make him a man😂 but he was a skinny asian (quoting him, not being racist or anything) that needed help yet nobody helped him
Lastly he said he likes BTS cuz “who doesn’t like BTS” and he knows Jackson and likes Got7 too❤

❗️PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE
8

Happy 26th birthday, Thiago! (11.04.1991)

Harry is very sensitive. He wants to talk but doesn’t want to make conversation. You have to do all the talking. He just wants a bit of company. He always worried about his mum. They’re all quite tight but Harry’s a little bit of a loner. He has a hell of a way about him. He’s a very charming individual. Everyone who meets him notices that. All the guys are lovely individually but Harry does have a certain something about him that separates him. No-one ever has a bad word to say about him. He gets a lot of attention from girls. Harry is a charmer… a smooth operator.
—  Andy about Harry in the Sunday Mirror
Jack Maynard Imagine - Parents know best

You opened your eyes, taking a few minutes to let them adjust to the sunlight. Lately, falling asleep while on car rides had become a common thing for you. You looked right to see Jack with his eyes fixed on the road, oblivious to the fact that you had woken up.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes before feeling a hand on your leg “Slept well?” he asked, as he looked briefly at you before giving you a small smile.

“Not bad” you said, looking at the GPS and seeing that you were twenty minutes away from Brighton.

Your best friend Jack had convinced - dragged - you to go to Brighton with him for the weekend. All your other close friends in London were back in their hometowns visiting their families, so you had nothing better to do. You weren’t in the mood to spend a whole weekend at home by yourself, anyway.

You had met Jack’s sister, Anna, before. A few months ago, she had stayed at Jack and Conor’s new apartment for the weekend, and the two of you immediately clicked. She reminded you so much of Jack, it was unreal. His parents, however, were a mystery to you. Conor couldn’t go with you, so at least you hoped Anna wasn’t away at a friend’s house or something: spending the weekend with Jack and his parents would just be too awkward.

But you thought you didn’t have reasons to be nervous about it. You weren’t Jack’s girlfriend, and you didn’t need to pass any kind of test to get his parents’ approval. Yet, it seemed to you as if you were slowly driving to death.

“Is Anna at home?” you eventually asked Jack, who was taking a sip of his fizzy drink.

“Yeah, I believe so” he answered “Why’d you ask?”

You shrugged “Just wanted to see her” you said, which wasn’t exactly a total lie. At least you knew there would be five of you.

Eventually, you pulled into Jack’s parents’ driveway, and you took a long while to admire the outside of his house. It reminded you so much of your own, you kind of wished your parents hadn’t booked that last-minute trip to Spain so you could visit them instead. However, when a young girl exited the house and walked towards your car, a bright smile on her face, your homesickness went away rather quickly.

“Y/N!” she called you as you opened the door to give her a hug. She wrapped her arms around your torso as you rested your chin on her head, a sudden smell of freshly washed hair hitting your nose.

“How are you, girl?” you asked her, mimicking the contagious smile on her face.

“I have so many things to tell you” she said excitedly, and you gave her that look girls gave each other when a juicy topic was about to come up. She nodded, as if she had read your mind, and you laughed.

“Hello Jack, my beloved and ridiculously hot brother, it’s nice to see you too” Jack said, imitating Anna’s voice, as he walked towards you with two bags on his hands.

Anna laughed and went to give her brother a hug “I’ve missed you as well, dickhead” the girl said. Jack rolled his eyes, but kissed the top of her head afterwards. You took your bag from his hands and walked into the Maynard household.

His parents turned out to be more than delighted with your presence. They confessed having watched your YouTube videos, and having burst out laughing more than once. The feeling of awkwardness you thought you’d have earlier, vanished as soon as they both pulled you into a hug.

Jack turned out to be the embarrassed one. As soon as you went upstairs to Anna’s bedroom for a quick catch-up, both of his parents had gone up to him, a suspicious smile on their faces.

“What?” Jack chuckled as he looked up at them from the sofa, his cat purring as he stroked her side.

“We really like Y/N” his mum said, taking a seat next to him. He already knew something was up. He gave them a look “I mean, we already liked her when we saw her on your videos, but she’s even nicer in person”

“Yeah…” Jack said, suspiciously. He let out another nervous laugh “Where are you going with his?” The silly smile on his face couldn’t go away. Whenever someone talked about you, his features immediately softened, and his lips curved up in a not so subtle smile.

“We are just saying” his dad spoke, his hands inside his pockets. Jack could tell he was nervous, because Conor did the exact same thing when something was on his mind “That she’s a really good influence for you. She seems sweet and down-to-eart, that’s all”

The cat jumped off the sofa, making Jack cross his arms “I’m…I’m glad you like her” Jack felt uncomfortable. Although you weren’t his girlfriend, you were the first girl Jack had ever brought home, friends and all. His parents were rather surprised when they saw you two got along so well, remaining just friends up to that day. Because for them, it was so obvious that their little boy had more than friendly feelings towards you, and they were surprised he hadn’t made a move yet.

“We do” his mum said, nodding happily “So, does she have a boyfriend or something?” she asked, trying to sound cool and casual, but she failed.

“Mum, I know where you’re going” Jack said, not being able to supress a laugh “Just drop it”

She gave her husband a knowing look. He nodded “Jack” he said “It’s fine if you like her, buddy. Your mum and I started off as good friends as well, it’s okay to admit it”

Jack’s heart skipped a beat, and he stood up abruptly “I’m going for a walk” he said, ready to leave, when his dad grabbed his arm “Buddy” his voice was friendly, yet firm. Jack stopped on his tracks.

He didn’t want to talk about it with his parents. Y/N was the first girl he had ever fallen for, and he was scared. He was sure that if he kept telling himself that he didn’t lilke her like that, his feelings would go away. But love didn’t work like that.

He turned his head to look at his parents, and after a long silence, he spoke again “I’m afraid I’d hurt her if I tell her” it came out as rather a whisper, but  his parents heard him perfectly.

His mum immediately pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back “Don’t be silly, Jack, please” she said, feeling the sadness on her son’s voice “Don’t you see how happy you make her?”

“I make her happy as a friend” Jack kept his voice low in case Anna and you decided to come downstairs “I’ve never had a girlfriend, I’m not good with feelings, I-”

“But there must be a reason why you like this girl so much, more than any other” his dad interrupted him. 

At that moment, Jack didn’t stop to think. He poured his feelings right there, in front of his parents, in a way he thought he’d never be able to do “I love how she’s so laid-back and crazy, yet she knows when to be serious” he blurted out “She’s also really funny, there has not been a day she hasn’t made me laugh. She’s sensible, and she takes care of me when I’m sick, which happens like, every day” he chuckled. His eyes were fixed on the floor “I don’t know, I just think I don’t deserve her, like, I’d just break her heart because I’m a fucking idiot”

“You don’t sound like an idiot when you talk about her” his mum said, grabbing his hand “Jack, the fact that you’ve never cared about a girl enough to stick with her doesn’t mean you’ll never be able to do it”

“In fact, you’ve done it already” his father added.

“Do you really think you’d hurt her?” his mum asked him “Because Conor told me not long ago that you almost got into a fist fight with a random guy at a club because he was all over her” 

Jack frowned “He told you?”

“It doesn’t matter, baby” his mum said, shaking her head “What matters is you look after her, and that’s no behaviour for someone who’d only hurt her if he’s with her”

Jack stayed silent for a moment, then nodded his head. His eyes were fixed on the floor again, too embarrassed by the topic to look at his parents “I like taking care of her” he said, almost whispering “And I’ve never felt that before for anyone”

His dad went up to him and clapped his back. There was no denying Jack was growing up, and his parents were glad it was because of such a lovely, kind-hearted girl “Why don’t you take her out for dinner tonight?” he suggested.

Suddenly, Anna and you irrumpted into the room, stopping abruptly at the sight of Jack with his parents “Did we interrupt something?” Anna asked, as she wasn’t used to see her brother looking so puppy-like. Soft eyes were uncommon for Jack, or so she thought.

“No, it’s fine, sweetheart” her mum said, smiling brightly at both of you “We were just catching up”

“We were as well” Anna said, turning her head to look at you. She winked “I was just about to ask Y/N when she was marrying Jack” she joked, making you blush.

“Anna, don’t be rude” her dad said, but he couldn’t deny he was amused by the situation. 

“It’s not like we were gonna invite you anyway” Jack spoke, putting an arm casually around your shoulders. He was back to his own sassy self again. Anna stuck her tongue at her brother before following her parents’ track to the kitchen area.

You then felt Jack’s lips pressed against the side of your head, a huge comfort speading inside your body. You loved when he did that “Wanna go out for dinner tonight?” he asked you, catching you off-guard “Just you and me”

You looked up at him, a small smile forming on your lips “Sounds great”

Anna entered the living room again, coughing as she walked past you “Wedding” she said after fakingly clearing her voice. Jack extended an arm to push her, and she ran away, laughing uncontrollably. 

“You’re not allowed to be the godmother to our children either” 

“And they’ll be bloody gorgeous” you added, making Jack push you  playfully as well. 

“They’ll just be weird if you’re their mum” Jack joked.

“You’ll love them anyways” you teased back.

“I love anything that has to do with you” he said, pulling you in for a hug.

“You’re stupid” you said, your head resting on his pounding chest.

“Shut up, Mrs. Maynard”

“What makes you think I’m taking your last name?”

“You love me way too much?” you hit him again. He grabbed your hands and put them around his neck. He planted a soft kiss on the tip of your nose

You smiled softly, still not used to all the things that boy made you feel “Maybe I do”

10 Ways To Say I Love You

Title: 10 Ways To Say I Love You

Summary: Dean says “I love you” every single day. He just doesn’t do it with words.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 1248

Warnings: light smut(very light, trust me guys). Fluff, fluff, fluff and fluff.

Author’s Notes: So I was supposed to be working on the second part to “The Promise” (and I’m almost done, guys, I swear) but after a conversation I had with @ravengirl94 last night, this baby happened. It’s entirely written from Dean’s POV (I guess I like doing that *winks*) and it’s in present tense. Frankly, I’ve never done anything like this before but I enjoyed working on it. I hope you all like it. <3 

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill


Dean doesn’t like bombasts and balderdashes. He’s never been particularly good with words and has, at times, trouble expressing his feelings. He has, however, a heart that loves overwhelmingly and cares deeply, a heart that bleeds and burns but only grows and flourishes with love for the ones he considers family.

Dean doesn’t usually say I love you. Not because he doesn’t feel it or because he’s embarrassed by the sentiment but because he’s afraid. He’s terrified that the moment he speaks these words the ones he cares about will be taken away from him.

But he does love. He loves Sam. He loves Cas. He loves Y/N, the girl with the bright smile and the Y/E/C eyes that came bursting into his life and made a wonderful mess out of it. And he tells her that much. In fact, he whispers those three words to her every day with his actions.

Dean says I love you with the way he looks at her, soft and intense, green orbs always searching for her in the almost empty rooms of the bunker or in a room full of people. He says it with the way his eyes twinkle when she smiles at him, with the way he always gravitates towards her and everything else just fades away because she’s the only thing that really matters.

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anonymous asked:

Thoughts on the article?

it’s an insightful and deep article. i acknowledge that it’s part strategy (playing off of his underdog status, phoenix rising from the ashes, you name it) but i think it sets a great tone. he comes across as reflected and it let’s his spectrum of talents and interests shine. a lot of the focus lies on his hardships but he never sounds bitter. and i think it’s very easy to spin louis into this bitter bulldog (which we’re all too familiar with). the way he talks about one direction as a brand, the other boys in particular, his mum, his own thoughts and feelings.. he sounds honest. i think it’s a great article and i’m okay with the image they’re crafting for him with it (hard-working relatable northerner with intellect and heart).

Omg but what if Nursey brought his moms together? Like, after her divorce his mom takes him to the Bronx Zoo to get some quality time with him and see his favourite animals but of course she loses track of Derek and she is panicking and trying to find park security.

Meanwhile, Derek’s crying because he fell and scraped his knee and where is his mommy? And suddenly there’s this beautiful lady who’s bending down and asking him if he’s okay and where his mommy is and when he starts crying harder she takes him by the hand to park security and makes sure his knee is okay and talks to him and by the time Derek’s mom arrives absolutely frantic he’s calmed down and is talking about how amazing and beautiful his mommy is.

And then Derek’s mum scoops him up and kisses him all over his face and tells him how worried she was and when she turns to thank the woman who found Derek?

Wow. Derek’s mum is swept off her feet.

And Derek is a smart kid when it comes to emotional stuff so he tells his mom she should ask for the lady’s number because he wants to see her again and Derek’s mum gets all flustered and the lady who helped Derek is so charmed.

And they get married a year and a half later and they always tell the story of how they met with Derek as their little Cupid and they always tell it while making soft, loving eyes at each other.

I got to the end of this and remembered that post by @hoenursey about Nursey’s mums doing a photo shoot with him as a cherub. I’m on mobile but I’ll link it later because that post is one of the best and softest things in my life.

EDIT: THIS ONE

Deamus (Headcannons)

If Deamus is what you want, then it’s Deamus you shall get!

(Posting separately from the ask)

•Dean and Seamus didn’t meet on the train; oh no. That would be too easy. They actually met when Seamus almost plowed Dean down with his trolley in his rush to get to the platform. After a huge apology and Dean SWEARING ON HIS LIFE that he is okay, the two get on the platform together and find themselves sticking to each other.

They sit in the same train compartment and Dean asks a million questions about the wizarding world, and about Hogwarts. Seamus answers them as well as he can, but he himself doesn’t know too much about Hogwarts since his mum didn’t talk about it much at home in front of his father.

•When they get to the boats, they of course go the the most crowded one (as you do), and end up with Seamus pretty much in Dean’s lap.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah…” *wheezes* “I’m fine everything’s okay yup”

•When Dean is going up to the sorting hat he accidentally trips and falls. Seamus runs to his aid (not on the stage yet) and says that he accidentally pushed him. Dean looks back at him gratefully and then walks the rest of the way on stage and is sorted into Gryffindor.

Seamus is the one who claps the loudest.

•From that day on they’re inseparable; some say that they’re even closer than Harry and Ron (and eventually Hermione as well). They do absolutely everything together, and all is well for their first year. (Save for some minor Seamus explosions and an argument about whether football is relevant)

•During the summer of their first year, Seamus’s father asks him whether he got a girlfriend or fancied anyone, and Seamus realized that really the only person he really noticed was Dean. And that terrifies him because in his house, being gay or bi or anything other than straight is considered sinful and punishable. (And Seamus knew about punishments)

On the other hand Dean’s mom heard so many good things about Seamus, and wanted so badly to meet him. She didn’t find it odd at all that the only friend her son would talk about was this Seamus fellow, and occasionally that he shared a dorm and is friends with Harry Potter, (after he explained who exactly Harry Potter is).

•In third year when the Gryffindors are going against the boggart, Seamus is terrified that the boggart will turn into Dean dead on the ground, or into his father finding out he has feelings for another boy.

•In fourth year, when the Triwizard tournament rolled around and the age restriction was put in place, Seamus kept trying to think of ways to sneak his name into the Goblet of Fire. At one point, Dean actually had to tackle Seamus in the Great Hall at 3am (because of course he followed his best friend, even though it could’ve gotten them into enormous trouble) and sat on his chest, pinning him down, and holding his arms above his head until he stopped struggling.

“Get off me!”

“Not until you calm down. You’re gonna get us caught!”

“You didn’t have to follow me!”

“Of course I did!”

Eventually Seamus calms down, but Dean still doesn’t get off. Instead, he finds himself frozen, hovering over his best friend and just thinking

‘Merlin, I want to kiss him’

But he doesn’t; he gets up and Seamus takes an exaggerated gulp of air.

“Merlin, finally! It felt like a giant was sitting on my chest.”

He half smiles, propped up on his elbows. Dean just rolls his eyes (though his heart is going crazy) and offers a hand, which Seamus takes and pulls himself up. Once he’s on his feet though, he doesn’t let go of Dean’s hand.

•At the Yule Ball, both boys and bored of their dates before the first dance has even ended (all they do is make eyes at the Durmstrang lot!). Not long after they find themselves dancing with each other, laughing and and being ridiculous, as usual.

Then a slow song comes on, and they find themselves in a sea of couples; many of the boys with their hands a bit too low. Dean smiles awkwardly and offers his hand.

“May I have this dance, my good sir?”

Seamus laughs a bit and takes it, putting his other hand on Dean’s shoulder, and Dean’s is on his waist. They find themselves getting closer together than friends probably should be, until-

“Fuck it”

And Seamus presses their lips together, if only for a second. He pulls away and Dean is staring at him with wide eyes, and a smile on his face.

•In 5th year, Seamus comes back from summer break with a black eye and bruises all over. When Dean asks what happened Seamus just turns away, mutters something about a broom, and walks over to Neville, leaving Dean confused. Seamus is more hostile than usual, going off at Harry and snapping at everyone who tries to help him, especially Dean.

For the rest of the year, Seamus doesn’t make any unnecessary physical contact with Dean, who is feeling pretty hurt at this point.

With Umbridge around, the war impending, O.W.Ls, and the D.A, they hardly have any time to themselves.

Dean is left confused and heartbroken when Seamus tells him that last year was a mistake and that they should just be friends.

•The next year Dean is determined to get over Seamus and starts dating Ginny. She tries to make things work, but Dean really only wants to be with Seamus. (Who is literally dying a little inside whenever Ginny leans in for a kiss)

•When Dumbledore dies, everyone knows that it’s the start of something terrible. Seamus persuades Dean to run, even though it hurts him more than anything.

•All of seventh year, through the beatings and the curses and just the Carrows, all Seamus finds himself able to worry about is Dean.

Had he been captured?

Was he even still alive?

The dorm was more than half empty every night when he went to sleep; just himself and Neville remained. Sometimes in the middle of the night, he would look over at Dean’s bed and cry because he may have lost the one person who truly loved him; all because he couldn’t stand up to his father. He couldn’t even bring himself to tell Dean that he came out to his family.

Meanwhile, the entire time that Dean was on the run or trapped in Malfoy Manor, all he could think about was Seamus and how he had to live to see him again.

•They met during the battle of Hogwarts because Dean decided he wanted to fight, and war be damned they kissed right in the middle of the courtyard.

“I’m so sorry-”

“Not the time, Seamus.”

•Seamus went back to Ireland after that year and having lived through a war, he marched up to his father with Dean at his side.

“This is Dean. My best friend.” He turned around and kissed his boyfriend. “And my boyfriend.”

His father was mad beyond belief but Seamus just casually pointed his wand at him.

“I just lived through a war. If you think you scare me anymore, you can think again.” And he walked away, hand in hand with Dean.

•Just Deamus, please and thank you

I see so many people talk about how Harry would have been James’ shadow and how he would want to be exactly like him which is true but also can we please talk about Harry and Lily please?? Like he would have been such a Mommas Boy

  • Harry crying out for his mum in the middle of the night when he’s had a bad dream, and James waking up to see Lily and Harry squished together in his toddler bed together, Lily using one of his stuffed animals as a makeshift pillow
  • Lily teaching Harry stuff about muggles and Harry being really interested in television?? So much so that one day James comes home to see Harry sitting cross-legged three inches away from an old antenna tv laughing at some cartoon 
  • LILY AND HARRY BAKING!!!! 
    • Lily’s lemon meringue pies are legendary and no one has ever managed to get her to spill the recipe
    • Except Harry of course since he’s been her helper since he could hold his head up 
    • So by age 7 he could make his own version and it wasn’t nearly as pretty as hers but damn if it didn’t taste delicious 
    • Also!!! Lily poking Harry on the nose with her flour-coated finger only to have him smear flour on her cheek in response 
    • And well fifteen minutes later they are just throwing handfuls of flour at each other making the kitchen into this smokey mess 
    • Before Lily casts a cleansing charm they draw pictures on the floor in the flour its really cute okay
  • Lily reading muggle novels to Harry on rainy days. They are just cuddled up together on the couch under a giant quilt drinking hot chocolate and the cat is just curled up next to them purring 
    • James being a little ??? about this because “Lily aren’t those a little advanced for him?”
    • And Lily is super indignant and is like “he has to know the classics, James”
    • And Harry does, and by the time he goes to Hogwarts he has read all of Jane Austen, Tolkien and Charlotte Bronte and casually quotes them in conversation 
  • Harry being a really shy child and always hiding behind Lily’s leg whenever he meets new people and he honestly didn’t grow out of this until he was 10 
  • When Harry practices quidditch in the backyard with James, Lily is always outside watching them and cheering on her boys and she is just so proud 
  • Harry never really got sick except for the time he got the flu when he was six and that was a total nightmare because James isn’t really good with the whole “puke” thing and so Lily was the one who would hold a bucket for him and rub his back as he vomited 
    • During that week, James would make soup and tea and banana sandwiches as Lily just rubbed Harry’s stomach in big circles as she hummed a wordless tune to him 
  • Harry actually being brilliant at potions because Lily was always working on something, and he was always curious so of course she used that opportunity to teach him 
    • This was also James’ worst nightmare because “Lily, do you know who my father was? Do you?? I thought I escaped this when I went to Hogwarts for Merlins sake” 
    • But he secretly loved the smell of fresh potion ingredients because it reminded him of his childhood and honestly seeing his wife and son together over a bubbling cauldron always made his heart swell 
  • James taught Harry the importance of friendship and loyalty, while Lily taught Harry that while those are important you also have to have a strong sense of self 
    • because she knew first hand the implications of being loyal to a friend who did not care about what you believed in and who didn’t see you as a whole person 
    • and she would be damned if she would let Harry believe that’s okay or healthy 

Lily’s love for Harry was so grand and profound that it literally protected her son from anything–even death. So while I agree that Harry and James were two peas in a pod, you can’t sit there and tell me that Harry and Lily didn’t have a bond strong enough to move mountains 

Whipped...friends?? Or...

Whipped…friends?? (Part One)

Flashbacks*



Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room to join the boys. In fact, he’s stood frozen in place for the past ten minutes, staring at the door Y/N’s walked out through with the excuse of being late for a date she had never once mentioned before. Harry didn’t even think she was dating, let alone actually seeing someone already.

It’s all come as a bit of a shock to him if he’s being honest. He likes to think they had something special going on, but maybe it was just all in his head. Or maybe he should’ve said something to her, proper admitted his feelings and all. But what if she didn’t like him back? Harry’s always been a sort of risk taker when it came to getting what he wanted. But he always thought risking their friendship was too much. If she liked him…that would be amazing. But…what if she didn’t.  

If he told her how he’s stayed awake more times than he can count thinking of her. How he’s watched her sleep next to him and wanted to kiss away the frown she gets when she’s having a bad dream. He wants to jokingly tell her how the boys tease him for being so whipped, and have her laugh because they both know it’s true. He wants to tell her that he loves that she gets along with Gemma and his mum. That they adore her because she’s everything they want for him. He wants to tell her she’s everything he wants for him. He just wants to explain to her, or at least try to because it’s very hard to find the words for it, how she makes him feel…whole. How he misses her when she’s not with him, and only falls harder when she is. 

So no, Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room. Walks up the stairs of his home instead, body slumped and heart wrenching. He thinks he’s lucky that he’s made it down the hallway and to his bedroom with out breaking down. Managed to somehow drag his feet and supported his heavy body…heavy heart, through his bedroom doors and to the bed. He stares at it for a short minute, thinking about how he’s going to have to sleep on his own tonight. How he’s going to be denied of Y/N’s warmth. He’s not going to have anyone to wrap his arms around, to breathe their scent, to smile into their hair when he wakes up in the middle of the night reminded that he’s not alone. And he sits on the edge of his too big a bed, feet firm on the carpeted floor, the heels of his hands digging at his eyes because surely this is all a dream..a nightmare. Thinking about it, he doesn’t remember ever being this…this…gutted? Jealous? Empty? Broken? All of the above, and more.

***

Walking down the streets of anywhere hasn’t been much of a hassle for him since the band’s break. He’s able to walk through roads and into shops with no problem. The paps have been nice enough to keep a distance when taking photos, and he’s grateful for that. So in all honesty, now he’s only ever just a tad tense when Y/N’s with him. But it’s not a bad thing, no, he loves having someone to go around town with, rather just feels the need to protect her a bit more on their outings. 

So he keeps an arm around her shoulder, body tucked close to his, guiding her as they walk down the busy street, pulling her closer when he thinks someone passing by might bump into her. And she doesn’t complain. Tonight’s temperature’s dropped rather low, and the heat emitting from Harry’s body keeps her warmer than she thinks her own coat does. Y/N thinks it’s nice. Loves when Harry’s close to her. Loves the fact that his scent will linger on her clothes for days until she finally brings herself to put them in the washer.

They come to a stop by a hot dog cart, tummies grumbling because they hadn’t eaten anything since brunch, and even then Y/N hadn’t felt well enough to eat more than half of what was on her plate. So as per usual when that happened, Harry had to finish her meal, too, not that he had complained.

Now he’s standing in front of her, hands rubbing at her arms to heat her up as he offers to buy her a hotdog because “ye’ need t’ eat somethin’, kitten. Can’t have ye’ gettin’ sick, now.”

So she nods her head yes and tells him she’ll be waiting for him inside of the bakery they’re stood in front because “s'too cold outside. And I caught a whiff of the goodies! Gonna head in and get us a table.” Harry can’t help but smile down at her, and before he’s able to say anything, she leans up to whisper in his ear, “I know…you used to be a baker.” The sound of her giggle tickles at his ear, his smile only stretching more, and now he understands what the boys meant. He gives a light chuckle, kissing the top of her head before whispering a low, “I’ll jus’ be a minute.”

Y/N never needed to tell Harry how she liked her food, it’s fair to say they know each other well enough not to get the other’s order wrong. And as simple as that thought might be, it makes them both happier than the other will ever know to know that type of stuff. 

Harry never thought he’d feel such happiness looking at someone either. When his mum used to give him talks about girls and how important it is to treat them like princesses, Harry would wave the comments away. He was old enough to know that yes, his mother did raise him to be a proper gentleman. But he never thought, or at least not at the time because he was so young, that he’d have someone making him feel the way Y/N does. Only ever wished.

But now he’s looking at a beautiful woman standing in a bakery. Her eyes fixed on the displays because he knows she’s got a sweet tooth.

“Tell me wha’ ye’ wan’ and I’ll get it for ye’.”

Harry’s whispered words have Y/N turning around swiftly, smiling up at him because Harry’s never short on getting her anything and everything. Not that she ever asked for much. 

He thinks he’s got more money than he knows what to do with, so he’s always more than willing to get Y/N anything she pleased. But that’s the thing about her, she doesn’t ask for much. Give her cuddles and your time and she’s more than happy. That’s how Harry knows she’s meant for him. She’s simple, and Harry loves simple. Harry loves her. 

***

Harry can’t quite recall at around what time he’s been falling asleep at nights. After that first night, he only knows he’s been falling asleep to memories of Y/N.  

During the days he stares at the TV mindlessly, jumping at the sound of his phone in hopes it would be Y/N. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed to see it was Louis, or Niall, or Liam. On occasion his mum who by some reason or another knew what was going on. Don’t get him wrong, he loves talking to his mum, he just rather wishes it were Y/N.

“Harry, sweetheart-” and he could hear the hurt in her voice. That tone a mother gets when they know nothing they say or do can help a suffering child. “-don’ give up, baby. You fight for her, you hear me.” And Harry will pinch at his lower lip in an attempt to keep his voice steady before assuring his mother that “I won’t mum. I love her." 

The boys come around as often as they did before. And after asking why Y/N wasn’t around anymore, Harry told them. "She’s apparently datin’ some bloke. I’ve not heard from her. Won’t return m'calls.”

He’s tried to reach out to her plenty of times. He’s called, texted, stopped by her place, all to no avail. 

And Louis doesn’t remember seeing Harry this gutted over a girl. “Tha’s shit, mate. She spends every wakin’ moment with ye’ and somehow still meets someone? Reckon ye’ would’ve taken notice, ehh?" 

"Cheryl thinks there’s something else going on,” Liam adds, “says a woman knows when a friend has feelings for a guy. And she says Y/N never quiet looked at you as just a friend.”

Harry would much rather believe this than keep thinking about Y/N doing what she did with Harry with someone else. But he pushes the thought to the back of his mind, because if by any chance she did like him, she wouldn’t have left him.
And it’s awful knowing he doesn’t know when he’ll see her again. All he knows, is that he’s not giving up.

***

After sulking around for what feels like an eternity, Harry’s gathered up enough strength to pull himself out of where he was staying and into the busy city that is NYC. 

He’s arrived here only a few days ago for business, hasn’t even told Y/N seeing as she won’t answer his calls.

So he pushes thoughts of her to the back of his mind, or at least tries to. And thankfully, the fans he’s just recently met did a good job of distracting him. But only for a moment while he was interacting and taking photos with them.  

And it’s times like these that he doesn’t take for granted. He loves making his fans happy. Loves getting to thank them personally. And though he’s able to keep all thoughts focused on who he’s talking with, the second he walks away to get on with his night and readjusts the scarf she gifted him two Christmas’ ago, is the moment he feels his eyebrows knit in focus, recalling another memory.

***

If there’s ever any situation for Harry to be protective, it’s now. He doesn’t know how he’s ended up at the park near Y/N’s. Doesn’t remember if he walked or drove. All he knows is that he was lying about in his room when he got a call from her. And hearing her frantic voice going on about how she thought she was being followed had him running out the door before she could tell him where she was.

“Just please, Harry. Stay on the phone with me.” She was whispering and stuttering and her voice was shaky and Harry. Was. Scared. 

Like hell he was gonna just stay put.

So now here he is, phone still to his ear whispering words of comfort. “Where are ye’?” “S'okay, poppet, you’re g'na be okay.” “I promise.”

And then suddenly the worst thing that could happen. He’s got no idea what’s going on, but the rush has him forgetting he’s wearing nothing but sweats and a thin tee in below freezing weather.

He tucks his phone into his pocket.There’s no point, their phone call got cut and all he heard before it did was a man’s voice and her muffled one.

He’s running. Where to, he’s got no clue.

It’s not until he hears a cut scream that he knows exactly where she is. Now. He’s angry.

“Get the fook of a'her!" 

The guy doesn’t even get a chance to turn around and look at him before Harry’s big hands collide with the stranger’s back, gripping at his shirt and yanking him back and to the ground.

He looks at Y/N only for a second, still tucked into the corner the bloke had her in, eyes full of fright.

And honest Harry doesn’t train for these type of situations, but he must admit the boxing sessions are useful in this precise moment. All it took was a right hook to the guy’s face. That was enough to have him falling to the ground again, this time a mouth full of blood. And Harry knows. Y/N knows. He’s gonna have the outline of Harry’s rings imprinted on the side of his face for a while. 

Within seconds Harry’s attention was back on Y/N. Fingers ghosting over her face because he doesn’t know if she’s hurt. But she wraps her arms around his torso and clenches at the fabric of his shirt, face tucked into his neck. Harry exhales into her hair and wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding her against his body as he closes his eyes. 

"M'here. I’ll always be here.” He whispers. 

And Harry knows he can’t ever let this happen again. He won’t. 

But how can he protect her when she won’t let him? 

How can he, when the first time he sees her since that night is by the hand of someone else. 

And…what is she doing in New York?



Whipped…friends?? Or…not anymore??(Part Three)

twenty three

Originally posted by 4cyphers

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 8k

genre: smut, angst, fluff(ish)

description: you were simply a distraction while he waited for the one he wanted

part two


“A picture perfect smile, look like you see no-one but me.”

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little B∆STILLE things
  • eh eh oh eh oh…
  • the soft “3, 4″ in Lesser of Two Evils
  • the Twin Peaks theme in Falling
  • Kyle’s voice in Bad Blood
  • those few seconds of Overjoyed in Falling
  • those few seconds of Flaws playing in the background of Requiem For Blue Jeans
  • the entirety of the gloriousness that is their cover of TLC’s No Scrubs
  • the sound of a beating heart at the start of Laura Palmer
  • the drumline in Things We Lost In The Fire
  • the way Dan sings the word “clouds” in the chorus after the bridge in Pompeii
  • the cello solo at the end of Oblivion
  • Dan’s humming at the start of Icarus
  • the violins at the end of Laughter Lines
  • Dan and Kyle drumming together at the end of Of The Night
  • the tippy toe thing
  • “soon”
  • Dan laughing during the first verse and bridge of their cover of We Can’t Stop
  • the voices singing in unison at the end of Haunt
  • “ba-ba-ba-ba-baaa”
  • “and the pound kept tumbling down on the weekend that we love”
  • Dan forgetting the words to Skulls: “I came here for sanctuary… I don’t know the words to this song”.
  • Dan accidentally singing “How am i gonna be an octopus about this”
  • the faint “i don’t want to talk about it, i don’t want to talk about it” throughout Bad Blood
  • “hi mum!”
  • Kyle singing “being as in love with you as I am” in No Scrubs (live cover)
  • “If you can get bothered to get down with me - not in a kinky way”
  • Dan’s whole spiel before performing Of The Night
  • Will dedicating The Lesser of Two Evils to Hilary Clinton
  • Will talking during gigs

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Family Dinner

Originally posted by septimvsmalfoy


Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: “43 – Zach Dempsey”

Prompt:

43. “I didn’t bring you here to tease me.”

Word count: 1.339

Posted: 25th of May 2017

A/N: Another Zach imagine, but I excuse myself if you find some grammar errors. It’s 01:12 and I am so sleepy. I wanted to post something and I read the imagine to correct it, but my eyes are closing by themselves. Sorry!
Anyways, I am listening to Miles’ podcast while I was writing this, until now, and I am really enjoying it. His voice is angelic and I love him so freaking much, aw. Boyfriend backstories, though. I really need Miles and I need him to be more active in social medias. Ah, the feels.
Last thing: I hope you enjoy the imagine, although I think that it’s boring, but enjoy! Thank you, guys!

P.S.: I am not accepting any part 2 requests for my prompt imagines. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt List

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name.


“Dinner is almost ready, guys!” Karen, your boyfriend’s mum, shouted from the kitchen as she prepared some delicious food for you and the family. You wanted to help her, also as a token of your gratitude, but she declined your offer. It bothered you, but she insisted that you were a guest and guests usually shouldn’t do anything when they were welcomed in the Dempsey’s residence.

“Alright, mum!” Zach answered happily and relieved because his stomach was already growling loudly for hunger. You told him to eat a snack before going home but he didn’t listen to you, being the hard-headed guy that he was.

You both got up from the couch and you made your way to the dining room. The table was well-set, cutleries and glasses at their right places, and his sister, May, was already sitting on her usual place. You wandered your eyes around the room and you noticed that his mum really prepared too much for the dinner. She cleaned every angle of the room and the floor was brightly shining.

“Love birds!” May exclaimed to tease her brother. Zach was a reserved person when it came to his family. He didn’t keep secrets from his mother, but he was shy and quiet type of guy with them. He never showed them his naughtiness, that would come out only when he was with you alone, at school or in bed, obviously. He didn’t like divulging information about his relationship status in front of his family, mostly with his mother’s presence. “How was your cuddling session going there?”

“May!” Zach approached and he rolled his eyes. You softly giggled for your boyfriend’s actions and red-tinted face. He was obviously embarrassed and, luckily, his mother was too concentrated on what she was doing.

“What?” His sister looked at the two of you as you sat on your respective places and her eyeballs swung back and forth between you and Zach. She was observing your actions and you couldn’t deny that she was a good observer. She had the capacity to observe and to reflect, to remember and to picture the happenings. “It was just an innocent question.”

“Innocent? Right.” Zach huffed and glared at you as soon as he heard your soft laugh. “You are way too young to know these things, May.” And, that time, you knew that he was being overprotective and cosseting brother. He has always been and you found it sweet and cute.

“Zach, she’s not two anymore. She hears things like these in middle school. Do you know that?” You defended May against his brother and she nodded her head to confirm your statements, totally agreeing with you. You caressed your vexed boyfriend’s hand to calm him, letting him know that you weren’t against him, but you were just stating a fact.

“(Y/N) is right, Zach! You’ve been a Middle School student too, you should know what’s going on in those halls and classrooms.” May supported your opinion and you both laughed as you saw Zach rolling his eyes and you heard him huffing, defenceless.

“Stop the blabbering now, the food is ready.”  His mother blurted out as she stood in front of the dining table with a bowl in her hands.  

She attentively put the bowl in the middle of the table, trying not to spill the food. Zach helped her to get the remaining food from the kitchen counter. After all, he was a great, responsible and educated son. His mother grew him well and you would never stop thanking her for raising a civilized and knowledgeable son like Zach.

You then started to eat, doing his family’s daily routines before every meal. You wanted to respect his family, of course. Your parents raised you well and they somehow taught you some good manners.

“So, what were you talking about?” Zach’s mother asked as you chewed your food thoroughly, avoiding the annoying sound that you could possibly have made by chewing.

“Nothing, Mum!” Zach blushed as panic wrapped his body. He was embarrassed and he surely didn’t want to let her know what the chitchatting before was all about.

“Oh, it was about how cute they were when cuddling and Zach was just bewildered.” May nonchalantly responded as she fiddled with the fork on her hand.

“My little baby is still embarrassed when it came to talking about his relationship status.” His mum cheekily teased Zach and he pouted as if he was showing how offended he was.

“Mum!” He approached and you just laughed because of his reaction.

“Zach, I’m sure that they are happy that you have someone with you. There’s no need to be shy, they are part of your family.” You stated and you earned some nods and smiles from May and Karen.

“She’s incredibly right!” May agreed and you smiled back at her. She’s always declared that she liked you for Zach and that she was jubilant because his brother found someone who really knew how to make him contented of his life.

“Zach, honey, it doesn’t bother me at all and you know that you can always talk to me, right?” His mum assured him and he just nodded, realizing that you were right.

“You are absolutely right again, my princess.” Zach said as he rolled his eyes. He couldn’t swallow that only right things came out from your mouth. “Strangely.”

“It’s not my fault if I think before I speak, love.” You pointed it out playfully. You heard his family laughing and Zach shook his head in disbelief. He was satisfied that you had your confidence with your family, but he regretted it as you formed a group against him.

“She really knows you, Zach!” May stated proudly. Zach nodded his head, finally giving up. “That’s why I like her.”

“You like her because you have a partner in crime when it came to me, you had a partner when it came to vexing and teasing me.” Zach sarcastically pointed out. “And, you, Ms. (Y/L/N),”

“Me?” You pointed yourself with your index finger and an eyebrow raised. You were confused, but seeing Zach a little bit miffed made you laugh and contented.

“Yes, baby.” Zach’s face became serious. “I didn’t bring you here to tease me.” He then gave you a playful and wide smile as he poked your sides, trying to find your ticklish part of the body.

“Oh,” His mum exclaimed. “we love her presence also for that reason, son.” She stated and a loud laugh was heard in the dining room. You caught Zach’s index finger and you held it as you stopped him from his devilish plan.

“Sure, you do!” Sarcasm was heard from Zach’s voice and he exasperatedly sighed. He finally gave up as he knew that he could never win against the most important girls in his life. He just loved you so much that he couldn’t really get angry of your actions.

“Sorry, not sorry!” His mum and May said simultaneously, making you and Zach laugh out loud. Zach finally let himself in and decided to have a little bit of fun.

You loved Zach and his family because of its bond and craziness. The members of his family were adorable and you wanted to thank them for accepting you for who you were.

You were grateful, because the Dempsey family is your second home and you couldn’t help but be enthusiastic by thought of it. They considered you as a part of their family and you would always be invited in their family dinners because they liked you, nevertheless your boyfriend would punish you for being an annoying teaser and girlfriend.

It didn’t matter to you though because he loved you so much and he would always do, just at the same frequency as your manner to vex or to tease him with his family. He was a playful jerk and idiot, but Zach was Zach and he would always accept you and love you. He would always do, no more and no less.


match-maker (t.h)

Originally posted by tommyhoelland2013

pairing ; tom holland x reader

words ; 1.4k

warnings ; swearing

summary ; when jacob lands the movie deal of a lifetime, he has to share at least one of the benefits with his best mate although tom’s never met an australian woman before and he’s about to have one hell of a time.

a/n: this is really shitting but idc and there is a time jump, so instead of 21 both tom and (y/n) are 24 years old :-)

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7 years ago

Tom’s parents were sitting wide-eyed on the couch as they watched countless actresses and actors pass by in the most expensive gowning they could get their hands on. They had been sitting in the same position for the past hour watching continuously.

Tom had passed by her on his way to his room when he stopped in his tracks as he saw his mum and dad, now his three other brothers sitting around the t.v throwing popcorn in their mothers as the anxiously watched the screen like a hawk.

“Am I missing out on a family activity ?” Tom asked as he lifted an eyebrow at his family.

“We are watching The Oscars,” His mother replied without looking at him.

“You guys hardly watch award shows,” Tom exclaimed softly as he now rerouted his course to place himself beside his dad on the couch.

“Oh yes we know, but mum wanted to see if this girl won,” Sam spoke up as he peered towards his older brother.

“Thomas, she is simply perfect, her acting was flawless she deserves that bloody Oscar,” Nikki roared as she threw her hands into her lap and leaned in closer to the bright screen.

“What’s her name?” Tom asked again as he got comfortable against the navy lounge.

“(y/n) (y/l/n),” his dad said as he threw a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

“ The best part about it Tommy is that’s she’s your age,” Nikki squealed at the mere thought of her son dating the mysterious actress.

“No way, she can’t be,” Tom exclaimed wildly, feeling a small blush creep up onto his cheeks.

“100%, she was simply gorgeous in her movie, she deserves the win,” Nikki sighed, it seemed as if she was in love with this 17-year-old’s acting. Tom leaned further into the couch letting a loud breath leave his mouth when his mother slapped his arm harshly. “Look that’s her!” she almost screamed and Tom got up only to feel like he was going to fall back again.

(y/n) was wearing a long nude gown the went to the red carpet beneath her feet, trimming the inner body and sleeves were a navy lace that hugged her mature body. Her (h/c) hair had been pulled back in a slick ponytail and her (e/c) were adorned with glamorous make-up that made them pop. The one thing Tom noticed first was her Australian accent, it sent butterflies to his stomach. He’s heard a lot about Australian women, that they are extremely bubbly and extroverted and it looked like she was fitting in with that.

Tom had immediately felt his entire world crush in front of him as soon as he saw her on the t.v if he ever met her in person he was collapse into a pile of goo and stay there until someone else cleaned him up.

“Isn’t she pretty Tom?” his mum asked him but Tom’s eyes were still glued to her as she continued to talk about her nomination to a reporter. His Mum waved her feminine hand over tom’s adoring glare to towards the screen.

“Seems like he’s agreeing with you mum,” Sam chucked with a smirk as he peered up towards his older brother. His parents glanced at each other and warmly smiled before turning back to the awards ceremony.

Towards the later of the night, the family enjoyed some laughs and some heartbreaks as some of the rooting actors lost and some won. Finally, it came to the category the infamous (y/n) (y/l/n) was in.

The whole family sat in awe as the other names were read out by another famous actor. The massive stadium went silent as the waited for the winner to be called out. Tom was almost falling off his place on the couch and onto Paddy below him.

After the longest 20 seconds, her name was spoken through the microphone and the whole crowd went wild along with the family watching her.

(y/n) gripped her mother tightly before she started to click her way up to the podium, hugging some other actors on her way up. As she faced the crowd her make-up was slightly running down her soft face.

Tom had felt butterflies erupt in his stomach as soon as her perfect lips open to thank her parents, the director and her agent. He watched in awe as (y/n)continued to thank everyone while she was hiccuping through small tears. Tom couldn’t help his own lips to curve up into a smile.

He knows he will never forget that girl for as long as he lives.

-

present day

Tom’s hair ruffled through the familiar cold winds of England during winter. He sat on one of the even colder metal chairs on his hotel balcony which has a spectacular view of the countryside.

His blonde-haired best friend sat just across from him. Harrison had his nose stuck in a book Tom had never heard of, every time he asks Harrison about why he bought the stupid thing he just replies with ‘saleswomen are scary,.’

Tom, on the other hand, was doing one of his favourite activities ever, checking his phone. He uses the word checking quite loosely, the time period more consists of him playing pointless video games until he gave up.

They were in the country as Jacob had just landed a movie deal that he says will boost his career, aside from Spiderman and asked his friends to come with him to the English set. Both happily complied as it gave them a chance to see their families earlier and Tom had no movies he had to do at that time.

Both boys were enjoying the serenity of their surroundings when Harrison’s phone erupted in loud ringing noises. Quickly He placed the phone up to his ear and started the conversation. Tom sat there looking up to his assistant waiting for the problem Jacob was having. When out of now where Harrison placed the phone on the small table and tapped the speaker button.

“Okay, you’re on speaker,” Harrison spoke shortly.

“Okay, okay” Jacob sounded out of breath and excited at the same time. “So you know that actress that won when she was like 17 or something,” as soon that sentence left Jacob lips Tom’s interest peaked and he quickly threw his phone on the table on leaned into the device. “(y/n) (y/l/n) it is,” and that’s what sent off the butterflies in his stomach.

“Yeah what about her,” Harrison asked as his eyebrow perked up.

“You guys just need to get down on set stat,” Jacob spoke harshly before hanging up immediately. Tom and Harrison peered up at each other, and not a split second later Tom and Harrison raced out of their hotel building and down the street to the set Jacob was working.

They passed a lot of people, set designer, stunt choreographers and even producers were running around.

Jacob was waving his arms frantically to catch their attention, finally, they both caught onto their friend looking like an insane person.

“That was quick,” Jacob huffed, Tom noticed that his mate was wearing quite tight clothing, in his mind, it looked like he had just left a rave or massive drug party. Harrison caught onto it as well as he started to giggle softly. “I have to wear it, shut up,” Jacob spoke harshly giving the blonde a cold stare

“Why are we here Jacob, you should be working,” Tom exclaimed softly as he gazed around the set.

“Almost forgot, thanks, Tommy,” Jacob winked at him, “You might want to readjust right now Tom,” Jacob turned to face him again as his brown eyes travelled down to his area. Tom threw it off as he stood his ground as Jacob started to search the crowd.

“(y/n)!” Jacob shouted out, and with that Tom was frozen in shock.

There she was in all her glory as she slowly strutted towards the trio.

'Fuck, I’m in deep shit,’ was all Tom could think.

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tags: @karatyra @nerdyphantomlady @ihave-nut3lla-4breakfast @everything-tholland @marvelmakesmecry @supernatural-and-such @superflashallen

Someone Like You

Summary: Dan is a famous youtuber with millions of subscribers, his channel growing everyday. He’s not your typical channel though; he loves beauty, fashion, and makeup. Girls love him, boys hate him. He’s a teenager who still goes to high school. He gets bullied, but he’s also deaf so he doesn’t hear any of it. He wears hearing aids but turns them off whenever he needs to.

Phil is a punk covered in tattoos. He’s a newly single parent who works hard to keep his son safe. Phil’s not popular, but it’s not like he gets bullied either. He has a couple of friends who support him and that’s good enough.

Dan’s the new kid at his school and they cross paths. They find out their soulmates on Dan’s first day of school, and have different opinions on the whole situation. Will they be able to make it work? Or fall apart?

Genre: AU, Fluff

Word Count: 5,610

Trigger Warnings: swearing, Phil’s a bit judgemental towards Dan at the beginning

A/N: Thanks so much to @lexi-love99 for being awesome and betaing this fic!

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