their eyebrows have a mind of their own

Little One

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Word count: 2114

Imagine: being Damon and Stefan’s little sister and having to tell them you are dating Kol Mikaelson.

Being a Salvatore had its perks and, mostly, it was great to have caring and loving siblings. Of course, as you were the younger one and a girl, Damon and Stefan felt like you were, somehow, weaker than them and needed their full protection on every decision you made. Those kind of thoughts annoyed you deeply and it was exactly what drove you to run away from them, disappearing for a few decades. It was for your own sake and you did not regret it for one minute.

“So, mind to tell us where the heck were you last night?” Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Out with a friend.”

“Y/N, you know it’s dangerous out there, especially with the Originals in town.” Stefan reasoned with you.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine and I’m surely not scared of them.”

Your brothers did not know, but you had met the Mikaelsons years ago and grew very close to them, especially to the younger one: Kol Mikaelson. You and him dated for awhile, enjoying the pleasures of being wild vampires in the twist of the millennium. It was a brief relationship, though. He disappeared without any explanation and left you heartbroken.

“You should.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweethearts.” You laughed. “Now I’ll go upstairs and shower. Do not disturb me, okay?”

“When did you become so bossy?”

“My brother taught me so when I was little girl.” You yelled, in the way to your room, hearing Stefan laugh downstairs.

Soon enough you arrived your destination, rushing to open the curtains and admire the gorgeous day outside. Bright sun, white clouds, the whole scene got you wishing to put on a bikini and go swimming. But, as you were at Mystic Falls, that would not be possible. A sigh came out of your lips as the realisation you missed your travels hit you. Shaking your head, you undressed quickly, leaving a small pile of clothes on the floor.

At the bathroom, you put together a great shower.

“Damn it, Damon.” You rolled your eyes, noticing one of your bath salts was gone.

Having no other choice, you shrugged and entered the tub. The water was so warm and cosy it made you close your eyes, smiling. After the long night you had, that was exactly what you needed to unwind.

The minute you closed your eyes, you could not help but think about Kol. It was funny how you thought you would never see him again and, somehow, he was undaggered by Niklaus the same time you got back to Mystic Falls. Sure it could not be a coincidence.


[Over 100 years ago]

“So, Mary, are you sure this party is safe?”

“Yes! I’ve told you that a million times. One of my friends, Elijah, invited me over, I asked if you could come and he said yes.”

“Why do I feel you’re not telling me everything?”

“Come on, Y/N! Let’s go! You get to meet pretty guys and drink fresh blood, that ought be good.”

You bit your lower lip, analysing the situation and finally agreeing to go, nodding your head slightly. Mary smiled and let out a girlish shout, which made you giggle.

“By the way, you look stunning in that dress.”

“Don’t make me blush or I might regret going to this party thing.”

Mary only rolled her eyes, the smirk never leaving her lips, and grabbed your hand, pulling you inside the vehicle. For your best friend, life was an endless festivity, you just had to jump in it and enjoy. As for that evening, you decided to go along with her beliefs.


{later that night}

“This is such a bore, Mary. You never told me it was going to be ball.”

The family who owned that place was, surely, very rich. The room had a very unique decoration, featuring light coloured walls, expensive furniture and a bunch of things you did not care to pay attention to. Actually, the only thing that caught your eye was a very handsome guy, who insisted on flirt with you through looks. However, he did not dare to come around and talk to you.

“Look, stay just a little bit longer and then you’re free to go, all right?”

“Okay.” You nodded. “I’ll go outside, to catch some air. It won’t take long.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll see you later.”

You went up, searching for some sort of balcony. Although it was a clear night with a bright moon shining, the wind kept howling. These kind of moments reminded you so much of your brothers, how they would tuck you in bed and sing a lullaby, so you would sleep peacefully. Especially Damon. You and him were immensely close siblings.

“Well, what are you doing all by yourself here, love?”

“I guess this is not my kind of party, so I sneaked out.” You answered the stranger, without looking at him.

“I saw you with Mary. Are you friends with her?”

“Yeah, she has been my friend for a few years now.” You replied, staring firmly at the moon. “How do you know her?”

“She’s sort of a family friend.”

“Elijah is a relative of yours?”

“My brother.”

You glanced over your shoulder, curious of what that man would look like. For your surprise, you recognised the devilish smirk and the eyes filled with mischief. He walked towards you slowly, letting you assume he was a huge teaser. His warm touch got your shoulders and you could not help but shudder under it.

“I believe I haven’t gotten your name.”

“Kol Mikaelson, at your service.” He kissed your hand, as a way to display courtesy. “Yours is?”

“Y/N Salvatore.”

“Now what do you say we ditch this party and go out to have some fun?”

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“I like that awful person because they speak their mind”

Believe it or not, MOST people speak their minds. It’s just that not everyone’s mind is filled with vitriolic acidic awful SHIT. And it’s not a character flaw to keep bad thoughts (because we all have SOME, even if it’s rare and/or super mild… like “man those eyebrows look bad”) to yourself rather than being a raging asshole.

If YOU like an asshole because “they speak their mind” all that tells ME is that YOU’RE also an asshole but you’re thinking those things about your “friends” behind their backs and I probably can’t trust you.

Getting Creative [Jason Todd x Reader]

@cityofdespair9 requested: “Congratulations on 500 followers!!! Can I request an imagine where Jason and the reader are on a vacation on a secluded island and they have to make their own fun because they get too bored?”

A/N: Yes this idiot finally produced something, and a request no less!

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 665


You loved isolation, vacation and of course, your dear boyfriend Jason Todd, so when you added all three together, you should be ecstatic, right?

Wrong.

Very, very wrong.

“Jason, I’m bored out of my mind.” You complained like a child. Jason raised an eyebrow and glanced at you from his position under the palm tree.

“But isn’t this what you wanted?” He questioned with a frown.

You rolled your eyes. “When I said break I didn’t mean strand ourselves on one of Bruce’s private islands. This is ridiculous, there’s virtually nothing here! Why did he even buy it?” You exclaimed, knowing you were making a really good point. Bruce never did anything without reason so why did he buy a tropical island in the middle of nowhere with barely anything built on it?

“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” Jason countered, just as clueless as you were.

You crossed your arms as a pout formed on your face, showing Jason that you weren’t happy with this arrangement at all. The two of you had already swam on the beach, played all possible beach games with only two people and used all the items in the villa. There wasn’t much else left to do and Bruce said the helicopter would come to pick you two up in another week.

Another week.

“We could always swim back?” Jason suggested.

Swim back.” You repeated, unimpressed. “Not everyone is a crime-fighting vigilante with years of training under his belt Jay.”

Jason shrugged. “I tried.” He then resumed reading the book in his hands.

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “it totally seemed that way.” You got off your hammock and began to walk around, staring at the forested area with curiosity. “Hey Jay?”

“Yeah?”

“How big’s the island?”

“Dunno, Bruce never mentioned.” Jason answered with disinterest. You hummed and thought for a moment, before a brilliant idea popped into your mind.

“Why don’t we find out?” You suggested with newfound excitement.

Jason looked from from the words on the page. “Huh?”

“You know,” you spread your arms, “explore the island! Who knows what’s out there!”

“Uh, I do.” Jason muttered, “bugs and reptiles and plenty of plants I don’t want anything to do with. And mosquitoes, let’s not forget mosquitoes.”

“Well I’m going with or without you.” You declared, walking away. You knew he would follow you either way, and soon enough you heard footsteps behind you, accompanied by quiet curses.

You walked deeper into the forest, taking note of all the strange, colorful plants and creatures peacefully residing on the trees. You could tell there were many more animals hidden, feeling afraid to show themselves. You weren’t as afraid of animals or bugs as the average person, so you found it easy to navigate the forest. You weren’t afraid of getting lost either since you knew Jason would remember the way back.

After an hour or two of walking, you found a small empty plot of land. It was in the middle of the forest and completely out of place. You frowned and walked to the center but felt nothing was wrong, but Jason thought differently.

“Wait…”

He knelt down onto the dirt and… knocked on it? Curious, you lowered yourself down to his level beside him and watched as he started to wipe the sand away. Soon, you saw a grey surface underneath the sand.

A hatch.

You stepped back with wide eyes. “I guess we know why Bruce bought this island now…”

“Well… shall we?” Jason asked, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Are you sure you want to make Bruce angry? He probably didn’t tell us for a reason.” You protested, feeling unsure.

“You started this.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t expect to find another one of Bruce’s man-cave.” 

“You have anything better to do?” He challenged, smirking because he knew you were bored and did in fact, have absolutely nothing to do.

“… fine.” You sighed, giving in. “But if Bruce asks, it was your idea.”

Kylie was in the gym of the house, throwing punches on the punching bag. Her blonde hair was tied into a messy bun and sweat was rolling down her temples but didn’t bother to swipe it away. The crinkle between her eyebrows and the obvious frustrated expression in her face was there. The blonde have been training for more than an hour now and was so trapped in her own mind that she didn’t notice the blood coming out from her knuckles each time she was throwing punches. 

A lot of people often forget that France was a big brother of Veneziano and Romano. He is a grandchild of Rome just as much as those two are. You don’t even have to look that closely to see the resemblances. It’s easy to see how alike to each other they are.

They have the same face. The shape, the stubble, the eyebrows, the eye shape. They make the same expressions. They carry themselves the same way. Proud, confident, strong. When they walk into a room, they make sure that everyone notices, and that everyone knows they can hold their own.

They have the same personality. They are flirtatious, flamboyant, romantic, dirty-minded, confident, a little narcissistic, charming, sexy, caring, and loving. They are true family men. Beautiful in every sense of the word.

France is every bit a product of his grandfather as Veneziano and Romano are. Please don’t forget that.

anonymous asked:

The four main captains reacting to their s/o going 'nya~' when they yawn please? (=^ェ^=) Thank you~

I hope we have the same captains in mind, love. <3




Tezuka:

Tezuka raised an eyebrow and you looked up at him in confusion.

“What?”

To your surprise Tezuka lifted the corner of his mouth in a small smile, his voice taking on a softer tone.

“Are you tired, (Name)?”

You denied, but promptly rested your head on his shoulder, contradicting your own words.

Tezuka wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you closer, letting you rest more of your weight against him.

“Your yawn reminds me of Kikumaru, but it seems to be a lot cuter if you are the one making such noises.”

You crinkled your nose, wondering if your yawn really sounded like Kikumaru, not noticing how Tezuka’s smile widened a bit when he thought to himself how cute you were.


Atobe:

Chuckling Atobe looked up from his book, his tone teasing but still holding the warmth it always did when he was talking to you,

“Aww, is my little kitten tired?”

He reached out to softly pinch your cheeks, making you pout,

“Don’t tease me, Keigo. It’s already late and I don’t wanna go to bed alone, but you are still reading this book…”

Atobe snapped his book close and placed it on the table before he suddenly swept you up in his arms,

“I suppose nobody can resist such an adorable yawn, but on the other hand I want to keep you up longer to hear more of it. I have to admit that this is by far the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. Don’t hold yourself back from yawning more often. Oh and you are forbidden to yawn in front of anyone but me.”

Coincidentally you yawned again, your cheeks turning red when Atobe laughed,

“It seems like it’s really time to take you to bed, love.”

Still chuckling quietly Atobe carried you towards the bedroom, leaving his book behind to slip under the sheets with you.


Yukimura:

Yukimura and you were cuddling on the couch while watching a movie when your eyelids started to feel heavy. Pressing yourself closer to your boyfriend’s warmth you let out a yawn, not thinking much about it.

Yukimura chuckled, his large and warm hand stroking over your lower back

“You yawn like a kitten, (Name).”

Embarrassed you lightly slapped his chest, but it only made Yukimura chuckle more.

“No need to be embarrassed. I think it’s very adorable.”

Not knowing what to say you hid your face in Yukimura’s chest, listening to his calm heartbeat. While one of his hands was still stroking the small of your back he rested his other hand on top of your head, gently massaging your scalp. 

You let out a content hum and Yukimura twirled a strand of your hair around his finger, his voice laced with amusement when he stated,

“Just like a real kitten.”

You turned around and playfully bit Yukimura’s finger, making him laugh,

“Fine, fine. I’ll stop with the kitten remarks. Just sleep, kitten.”

You didn’t even bother complaining about the new nickname instead you allowed your eyes to close, sleep finally consuming you.


Shiraishi:

Shiraishi held you in his arms while he watched a tennis tournament on tv. You weren’t really interested in the match, but you were completely content with simply feeling Shiraishi’s arm around you. 

The warmth radiating from his body made you more and more sleepy and you couldn’t hold back a yawn.

Shiraishi made a surprised noise and suddenly pulled back from you to look at your face, ”Did you hear that?”

You tilted your head, watching how Shiraishi looked around the room,

“Did I hear what?”

“It sounded like a baby cat or something… you can’t tell me you didn’t hear that.

You still had no idea what he was talking around and to be honest you just wanted to lay back down and maybe take a nap. Covering your mouth with one hand you yawned again, you eyes widening in surprise when Shiraishi’s head snapped around to look at you.

He let out a soft coo, slowly nearing you as if you would run away at a sudden move.

“Your yawn sounds like a kitten. How did I not notice this before? That’s so adorable!”

Shiraishi pulled you back in his arms, still cooing at you while you only rolled your eyes.

“I’m not angry.” She whispered, allowing her taut fingers to uncurl themselves from the front sides of her palms. With those three words, her shoulders slackened, and a bit of her usual glow returned to her stony face. Had anyone walked in the room at that moment, they wouldn’t have recognized her. She looked like someone else, someone who was locked in limbo between ecstasy and pain.

“You’re not angry?” Both eyebrows shot up at her words, two living entities with minds of their own. He was the king of grave mistakes, and had been for as long as he could remember. It had started as a child, fourth grade, when he’d tried to dunk a basketball like his older brother. He’d ended up with an angry, taunting lump on his forehead and a mortally wounded pride. From that day forward, he was a paradox of poor decisions. This time, however, he knew that he couldn’t blame his curse. This was all his fault, and he’d expected her to have smoke pouring out of her ears. Instead, the air around them was clear, and anxiety had a dead grip on his throat.

Shaking her head, her weak gaze fell to the scuffed kitchen floor. She wasn’t angry; she was furious. Livid. Enraged. There was, in fact, smoke compressed around her head, but it was clear and odorless, like a ghost. He just wasn’t looking hard enough.

In her mind, he did not deserve to know the extent of her rage. He did not deserve to know what she wanted to do to him. Over the past eleven months, she’d already given him way more than he’d deserved, and hadn’t received nearly as much in return. Not this time.

This time, even though she felt like her ailing body was swallowing itself whole, and her mind was a cheap television in a thunderstorm, showing nothing but gray static, she had the upper hand. And she intended to keep it that way.

—  “you tried to burn her when she was already made of fire”

anonymous asked:

Dearest, Seeing your crestfallen gaze today has broken my heart, but, oh, there I go again turning another's pain into my own. How right Angleterre is, to comment on the melodrama of my soul - and here we are, your presence (even imagined) making my mind so flustered that I have agreed with the Eyebrow Fiend! My sweet, my heart, forgive my distance. All I wish is to be with you and your happiness, forever and always. With love that is more than love, Francis Bonnefoy

How They React When They Watch You Wax Your Eyebrows (GOT7)

Requested by a lovely anon <3

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*Don’t own the gif/s yo*

Author: Dreamer

JB: Jaebum would find you waxing your eyebrows incredibly funny. Not only would he think the whole trend of waxing one’s eyebrows incredibly dumb and overdone anyway, but the actual sight of you trying to wax your eyebrows would amuse him to no end. He would probably even end up having to leave the room you were in, rushing somewhere far away to let out his laughter, the amusing image of you now burned into his mind.

JR: If you were to wax your eyebrows in front of JR, he would probably be really uninterested at first. He would sit there and watch you, playfully mocking you as you placed the waxing strips upon your skin. But the moment you decided it was time to take the waxing strips off he would be shocked, the process of waxing your eyebrows nothing like he thought it would be.

YOUNGJAE: Youngjae would probably have mixed emotions when it came to you waxing your eyebrows. At first, I feel like he would find the whole situation to be really fascinating, but the moment you ripped the waxing strip from your skin he would flip out, the sound and sight of you ripping follicles from your skin absolutely horrifying to him.

JACKSON: If Jackson were to watch you wax your eyebrows, I think he would be more worried than anything. The entire time he was watching you he would constantly remind you to be careful, not wanting you to end up hurting yourself or ruining your eyebrows in the process

MARK: If you were to wax your eyebrows in front of Mark, he would probably be in awe. Not only would he not understand how you weren’t screaming out in pain the moment you ripped the piece of paper from your skin, but he’d also wonder how you managed to make your eyebrows look so good, knowing he could never do that no matter how hard he tried.

BAMBAM: If BamBam were to watch you wax your eyebrows, I think he would be really impressed. Not only would he be shocked by the fact that you could literally make them perfect, but he would also really respect (and not totally understand) the fact that you were willing to go through an incredible amount of pain just to do something as simple and unimportant as waxing your eyebrows.

YUGYEOM: If you were to wax your eyebrows in front of Yugyeom he would find the whole thing incredibly fascinating and would be in complete and total shock. He wouldn’t understand why you decided to do something that seemed so intricate and painful, but he would also be absolutely amazed at the process, silently wondering if he would ever actually have the guts to try something like that.

Eyebrowows tutorial

Yeaaa an anon asked me how I did my eyebrows on my Frisk/Chara cosplay so I decided to do a little tutorial for you peeps!

Every time I start doing my eyebrows, this is basically the shape I have in mind. The eyebrow is fairly straight and even and the eyebrow arch has a nice round curve to it. Also the end of the eyebrow is kinda short.

Alright let’s start with the things you’re going to need:

- An eyebrow brush

- An angled brow brush

- Some color for your eyebrows (if you don’t own any actual brow color, you can also use eyeshadows!)

I start with grooming and brushing my eyebrows into the shape I want.

Then I take a little bit of color and start drawing the outline of my brow. I always start from the bottom of the brow and continue all the way to the end.

When I get to the eyebrow arch, I try to give it a nice round shape (the one I was talking about earlier haha).

After I’ve drawn the lower outline, I do the same for the top of my brow: Start from the inner corner and work your way to the end of the brow. I do a round turn for the top side of the brow too so the brow stays consistent and even.

After I’ve drawn the shape, I simply fill the eyebrow with color. The thing here is to make the end of the brow the darkest part (we’re trying to achieve like a gradient eyebrow) and fade the inner part of the brow out.

Like I mentioned above, the eyebrow should kinda fade out once we get to the inner part. Take a little bit of color and brush it up so it creates (yet again) a round shape at the start. Then use your angled brush to spread the color out and make the start of your brow “softer”.

Then brush your eyebrows into a shape again and fill out all the possible blank spots you might’ve missed.

Aaaaand this is kinda what you get! Now I remind you that this is my personal way of doing eyebrows and thus might not be for you. That’s okay! There’s thousands of different kind of eyebrows and and thousands of ways to draw them. Go and experiment which style fits you the best! It might take some time before you get the hang of it but I’m sure you can do it with practice and patience.

Now go enjoy the eyebrows you’ve worked hard for!

Jaebum, Jackson, Kyungsoo, Yixing, and Bambam reaction to you being stressed out from having a hard week

A/N: To whoever requested this, if you’re really having a hard week, i hope you feel better and thank you for the request :-)

Jaebum:

 when he heard you mumbling under your breath about how hard this week had been on you, he would frown and knit his eyebrows together, before he’d approach you on the bed and turn you to face him. You’d be confused until he began to lay you on him, feeling his warm strong arms come and hold you on his chest, and he began to sing some of his soothing words to you, your own mind beginning to go blank and release all the negative energy you had acquired from the week while Jaebum traced little circles all over your body, trying his best (and succeeding) to make you feel better.

Originally posted by bubjunior

Jackson

on a Friday night, you’d get home later than usual, and when you got in the house, Jackson would approach you excitedly, as usual, and began to pester you with questions about your day, until you’d bring a hand up to silence him, clarifying you’d had a bad week and wanted to not talk about it. Jackson would feel hurt at first, before he’d understand, and follow you into the bedroom, suddenly peppering your neck with kisses as you kicked off your shoes. You’d be confused at first, but let him, before he’d turn you to face him, and tell you he’s sorry about your week, but offer to take some of that tension off of you with his mouth, laughing as you excitedly agreed to his proposition, feeling better already.

Originally posted by i-got7s

Kyungsoo

wouldn’t really pry, he could probably be able to tell by your face and tone that you did not have a very pleasant week, so when you came home exasperated that night, he’d only mumble a hello to you, letting you hop in the shower to diffuse some of your tension. When you finally got out, feeling a bit better, you would smell something cooking in the kitchen. When you would finally go to check out what was going on, you’d find two lit candles among a table adorned with flowers as food for you, his little squishy smile forming into a modest look as he gestured for you to join him, in his silent attempt at making you feel better. Which completely worked.

Originally posted by dyoru

Yixing

he could tell from the way you had been pacing and sighing, something had been bothering you. But he wouldn’t know how to ask, he’d know that earlier on in the week you had lost an amazing friend due to a petty argument, and your school work was putting a load on you, so he would try to do little things to make you happy. Like passing by and kissing your cheek and telling you you’re beautiful, and bringing you little treats and offering to feed them to you because he didn’t want your pretty head to stress anymore than it already was.

Originally posted by laygion

Bambam

poor baby, would not know what to do when you were feeling the way you did. He knew your week was terrible and he wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk about it. So in typical young boy who didn’t know what to do fashion, he’d make a blanket fort and put on your favorite movie, and would wait for you to stumble in on him, and when you finally did, he’d shyly ask you if you wanted to relieve some tension with him, and you’d agree because nothing’s gonna make you feel better if Bambam can’t.

Originally posted by bambamn

For Anon;

“I spy with my little eye, something young and pretty,” Thomas murmured to himself. A young lady had just walked into the ball wearing a beautiful dress. It looked to have been tailored by a professional.

It was also the same color as his own suit. He didn’t even tell Madison he was leaving before he was strolling across the room to you. You were minding your own business when your eye caught a color you had seen before.

“Oh dear, it seems we’re matching,” you said when Thomas reached you. He smiled, taking your hand and giving it a kiss.

“I think we make the most fashionable couple here,” he decided.

“Couple?” you rose an eyebrow.

“Just a bit of wishful thinking.”

What’s wrong?“,he asked me earnestly and I wrung my fingers together and said,

"Nothing,I’m just tired”

His eyebrows furrowed.

“Don’t give me that bull”

My eyes snapped to his as I feigned confusion,though I knew very well what he meant.

“What do yo-”

“You’re not "just tired”,tell me,what’s on your mind?“

He sat down next to me and I looked ar the ground beneath me.

"Have you ever felt as if your problems are invalid?Like,you could be sitting or over the phone with your friend and they’ll be spilling their heart out to you and it’s all you can do not to share your own "problems”,because,well,they can’t compare,to others,it’s so insignificant yet that problem bothers me"

He met my eyes and those blue eyes seemed to shimmer.

“Let me tell you something. If those problems of yours bother you,they’re just as important as the next. Problems are problems. They can be as small as forgetting to smile at that stranger you normally see on your street,or as big as whatever you’d make it.
Point is,love,problems are problems,and if they bother you?You have your answer. So spill,because they are important,very

—  i don’t care what you say,you matter (via @a-graveyard-ofstars )

He [Paul] unhitches one thumb from a pocket and raises an open hand to his forehead to shield his eyes against a sudden sluice of sun. Like a sky-sailing wheel of fortune, the sun has displayed many different numbers this day, shown many different faces. The teenager’s eyes land on Lennon’s fingers. He fastens his mind on the guitar player at the microphone. The rest of the band - and the world - melt into the hot afternoon. His own feeling for rock'n'roll provides a musical drawbridge for him to cross the moat into Lennon’s dream castle. McCartney puts the day’s heat somewhere else: his facial features are frozen. Even his long-fringed eyelashes are motionless. He squints to the point where his eyebrows have a beetling cast. The sleek, slender, slippery figure of sixteen-year-old John Lennon inclines his head toward the microphone…
(…)
For a millisecond, they eye each other in motionless tableau - Lennon sitting, McCartney standing. Then their eyes meet squarely and, momentarily, you can practically hear the dust motes settle on Lennon’s guitar next to him on a chair. The sight each beholds is hardly astonishing: brown eyes, brown hair, average height, average weight… No, the astonishment would surge from something inside the two of them - something behind the eyes, under the hair, over the height, beyond the weight; something about a certain… attitude… toward a certain… kind… of music.
(…)
McCartney has Lennon’s rapt attention. Lennon has a sensation of the hall getting smaller and darker, and McCartney getting bigger and brighter. Lennon feels that touch of gentle giddiness one has on a ship at sea when another ship comes up over the horizon. On rocky Liverpool waves, Lennon and McCartney zigzag into each other’s sight.

They see each other.

—  James O'Donnell, The Day John Met Paul: An Hour-By-Hour Account of How the Beatles Began, 1996
Valentine's Day imagine

Valentine’s Day imagine for onedirectionxdbatman

“Harry?” You called out through the spacious apartment, hoping for an answer. “Harry where are you?” You called out a bit louder, hearing your voice echo back. When you’d gotten in the shower harry was sitting at the kitchen table on his phone, minding his own business. 20 minutes later and he’s vanished. You did a quick search of the house and furrowed your eyebrows, wondering where he could have got to but decided it wasn’t a big deal and he would probably be back soon. You went to your shared bedroom and got dried and dressed into a pair of black jeans and a pretty patterned blouse, putting on the new pandora bracelet that Harry gave you this morning as a Valentine’s Day gift, with a cute little heart charm on it and an ‘H’ charm, which obviously stood for Harry. You dried your hair and let it fall naturally, then proceeded to do your normal makeup routine, as a little post it note stuck to your lipgloss tube caught your eye. Gently picking it up and reading what was written in your boyfriends handwriting you giggled “Go to the stairs ;) x” you read aloud and stood up, quickly grabbing your hand bag and rushing out of the apartment to the stairs.
There perched on the first step was a little box of chocolates with another post it note stuck to the top that read “Now go downstairs and open our letter box x”. So you jogged down the 4 flights of stairs and got your key out for the letter box. You opened it and grinned, seeing a picture of you and Harry in Paris from your 4th date. In the picture he had his arm wrapped around your waist and his head pressed against yours, you giggled at the memory of him falling over a few minutes after that picture was taken.

“Hm…” You peered into the letter box to find a post it note but could see any. Was this all he wanted you to find? You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion then turned the photo over and let out a squeak of excitement. “Go out of the building and turn left, then walk to the end of the street and cross the road. x” You read and immediately set off on the little journey that Harry had set for you. Doing as the instructions said and crossing the road when you got to it. You laughed when you saw a teddybear cuddling a heart sitting on a plate at the side of the road with a note attached to it. You scooped it up and read his scruffy handwriting “If you’re a random stranger then put down this teddy!! If you’re my girlfriend then carry on reading! Carry on walking down the street then go down the road where the card shop is. Don’t be afraid of the man ;) x” You pulled a confused face, wondering what he meant by the man. You made your way down the street, smiling in excitement for whatever was next in this little treasure hunt. Just as a man gently grabbed your wrist and stopped you in your tracks.

“Excuse me miss? Are you Harry Styles’s girlfriend?” He asked with a polite smile on his face and a big bouquet of red roses in one hand, letting go of your wrist that was in the other hand.

“Yes, that’s me..” You nodded with a cautious smile on your face, ready to run if you had to.

“These are for you!” He held the roses out to you, smiling widely as he walked away, pulling out money of his pocket and counting it as he went.

“Oh Harry…” You sighed and laughed, imagining how he must have gone up to that random man and offered him money to stand there with the flowers and wait for you to go past. You looked at the card that was stuck in the beautiful vibrant roses and read 'Now go to the across the road! You’re almost there! x’ you could read his excitement just through those words, quickly checking for cars as you ran across the road and picked up a little box off of the floor then opened it and read 'I’ll give you this present when I see you, couldn’t risk someone stealing it! ;) now go in starbucks x’ And so you did. You pushed open the door and saw your grinning boyfriend sitting at the table you had your first date with him at.

“Hey Beautiful.” He stood up and pulled you against his chest, cuddling you tightly as he presses kisses all over your head and face. Tears brimmed your eyelids as the happiness set in and realisation of how much planning he must have done to do this. You pulled away and sniffed, not wanting to cry in front of him even if it was through happiness.

“Harry you are unbelievable! How did you do that without people stealing the stuff?” You looked up at him, placing a kiss to his blushing cheek.

“I hired bodyguard to stand back and watch them…” He looked a bit sheepish but then a grinned popped up on his face “Happy Valentine’s Day gorgeous!” He gave you a box but didn’t give you chance to open it before he pulled you back against his chest and held you tightly.


Hello! I hoped you liked it :)

when asked about sex
  • (sun and Mars)
  • Aries: Last night, at around 8:28pm., Friday October 16th, 2015.
  • Taurus: why?? why???
  • Gemini: *wiggles eyebrows* wouldn't you like to know.
  • Cancer: I don't remember..... *lies*
  • Leo: what? why?? do you think I'm not good enough?
  • Virgo: *ignores you*
  • Libra: probably an hour ago, but I can go again if you'd like.
  • Scorpio: I NEVER kiss and tell. *smirks mysteriously*
  • Sagittarius: *thinks* ... actually I might have been drunk so I don't know! *remembers about two days later*
  • Capricorn: *glares at you* f*cking pervert.
  • Aquarius: mind? your? own? business?
  • Pisces: sex? as in like "don't be silly, cover your willy"?