You and Harry had been dating for a couple years now and you always attended all the concerts when available. For one particular show Harry really wanted to come. You could practically perform with the boys you’ve see the show so many times. You agreed to go because Harry wasn’t backing down. At the concert your parents were there along with your closest friends and you started to think something was up. You let it slide because maybe that was why Harry wanted you to come. Before the boys were going to perform Strong (which was your favorite song ) Harry said he had an announcement. This got your attention as you stood in the front row. Once the crowd quieted down Harry made his announcement.
“ As you all know i’ve been with Y/N for a couple years now and I love her dearly. I couldn’t imagine myself with any other girl so… Will you marry me, darling?”
The crowd was cheering loudly and some how a camera put you one the big screen. The anticipation built as the whole stadium waiting for your response.
You had a big smile on your face and said yes. Everyone cheered and Harry attempted to kiss you be the stage was too far. You promised to give him the biggest kiss as soon as the show was over.
I’d never heard of Thoroughly Modern Milie before this request, but I loved using a song from a musical. It made deciphering the story easier. So thank you to @flamemurphy for requesting that I do a fic based around “What Do I Need With Love”. I’m quite happy with this one, but let me know what you think anyway. Enjoy, my darlings!
Everytime I hear the song “What Do I Need With Love” from Thoroughly Modern Millie I immediately think 40s! Bucky and I think it’d make a great story.
“What Do I Need With Love?”
“Buck, come on, what’s up with you?” Steve pressed.
Bucky unlocked his front door, leaving it open for Steve to
follow as he stepped indoors and tossed his key onto the table.
“I’m tellin’ you. Absolutely nothing. I’m fine.”
Steve watched as Bucky went about his usual home routine. He
kicked off his shoes and placed them neatly under the sofa, shrugged off his
jacket and threw that less neatly over the armchair, and he opened up the
fridge to fetch two beers. Though he appeared to be doing much the same thing,
something was definitely off about it.
It seemed as though his mind was elsewhere, that he was
constantly thinking of something or someone
“It’s that girl, isn’t it?” Steve deduced, as a smile pulled
its way onto his lips. “That girl you were talking to. The waitress.”
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
Here’s a quick animation I did of the currently known Kwami.^^ I based their positions on the chest seen in the opening sequence.
I got inspired to make this while listening to Centuries by Fall Out Boy. Something about the song just made me think about how the Kwami have existed for ages and how they’ve lived through a lot of time periods and continue to live to this day.
You had given Harry the most memorable time of his life yesterday night, what with the both of you tangled up in the sheets with a thin layer of sweat coating your bodies after hours of your festivities.
Of course, it was clear that Harry was still thinking about the events, considering ever chance he had, he would kind of space out with a dopey smile on his face before singing his lines in a song. Better Than Words was the perfect song of expressing exactly how you made him feel.
“Best I ever had, hips don’t lie, you make me wanna,” Niall sang, the crowd screaming as Niall did his famous ‘slide-my-hand-down-to-my-crotch’ move.
Harry had managed to sneak his way over to your side of the stage, mouthing the words and imitating Niall’s move (in a much more inappropriate way), all while keeping intense eye contact with you.
“What’s gotten into Harry?” Lou asked, nudging your sides.
“Just.. loving life, I guess.” You replied, Harry winking at you for the millionth time that night.
“Mhm.. and does this ‘loving life’ thing have anything to do sex?” She asked bluntly, bursting into a fit of giggles as she watched your cheeks warm up.
gif isn’t mine!
these imagines are getting shittier and shittier everyday
there’ll be no rest there’ll be no love there’ll be no hero in the end who will rise above and when it ends the good will crawl the shining light will sink in darkness victory for hate incarnate misery and pain for all when it falls
Did you see how brave she was? Even when I threatened to have her tongue out, she reminded me of the debt White Harbor owes to the Starks of Winterfell, a debt that can never be repaid. Wylla spoke from the heart, as did Lady Leona. Forgive her if you can, my lord. She is a foolish, frightened woman, and Wylis is her life. Not every man has it in him to be Prince Aemon the Dragonknight or Symeon Star-Eyes, and not every woman can be as brave as my Wylla and her sister Wynafryd … who did know, yet played her own part fearlessly.