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anonymous asked:

Hello! So I was at a party tonight, and this woman told me this great story about how she met her husband. She was the PR person for the local university. He was the sports editor for the local paper. He kept getting the school's mascot wrong in articles, and she would have to call him every time to correct it, growing increasingly frustrated every time. This was one of those moments when all I could think was LARRY AU, LARRY AU.

oh my god, thank you so much for sending me this message! It just made me so happy and I love it.  Like, I love these actually people you met and I love it as a larry au!!!!!! 

I feel like it works both ways so well for larry that I can’t even really pick one. example:

Louis as the university PR person, grumbling to Niall about the mistake the first time it happens.  Waving the sports sectionaround and stabbing a finger at the picture of their mascot at a basketball game.  “What the fuck!!! look at this photo of Ferdinand!?!!  Look at this caption!!! A hawk???? A hawk??” (they are the falcons) And then like, because in this version louis is immediately over-frustrated, instead of increasingly, he’d call up the paper in a big huff and then immediately be disarmed by Harry’s calm, deep voice and seal bark laugh once he finally got him on the phone.  Then he’d flirt-email him a link to an article about the differences between Hawks and Falcons as soon as he got off the phone, thrilling at his own daring as he did it! And after like the sixth time Harry got it wrong, they would go on a date and after they got married they’d always collected both stuffed hawks and stuffed falcons. 

oh my god how killer, because opposite way around, Harry the PR guy calling, he’d be immediately disarmed by Louis’s voice, too!!  Like all flustered, and then like he’d get blushy when louis teased him, but also tease back.  oh my god and then seven or eight calls in, Harry finally loses it and is like “you just don’t care about our sports teams because we’re not division one! Well, tough! you live in this city too, Louis, you should know our mascot is a turtledove by now god damn it!” and then louis would ask him out.  

i’m just smiling a lot.  like i can also imagine either of them as the sports editor, starting to get it wrong on purpose and feeling like “oh no, my journalistic integrity!” but also “i need to do this flirting very bad!!!!” 

okay sorry i rambled so much.   

Valentine's Day imagine

The doorbell rings, and when you open it there is a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates on your doorstep. The card just says “I feel the same” but you have no clue who it’s from. The next day at school, TC/N asks if you got enjoyed your Valentine’s Day, winks, and walks away.

Happier - Reggie Mantle | Riverdale

Originally posted by zaynandlauren


Hola, I am sorry that I didn’t post so much of my writing the past two weeks. I had a lot going on, but here I am. Again, I am very sorry and I hope you enjoy this one! P.s.: This one shot is based on Happier by Ed Sheeran.

Requested by @preciousgalvan

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader (x Archie Andrews)

Fandom: Riverdale

Warning: None

Wordcount: 959

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TpcBDJZsJA


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do you ever just feel….like you’re not here? in both ways, but mentally you’re just spaced out and physically you can’t feel a thing. it’s a weird fucking feeling. i had that this morning when i was walking through the mall and it was like i couldn’t even feel my feet hitting the ground. my eyes were glazed over and looking past everyone, and whenever ppl did make eyecontact wih me i instantly felt like i was being put on the spot. i felt like i was just floating through space even though i did rationally know that if i were to bump into someone, they’d give me a nasty look because watch out, damn it. but i just felt so odd and out of place?? like i was there, but i wasn’t really there, like i might as well have been invisible

Little anecdote from me:

Today, I was once again reminded how much a single kind gesture can mean and change.

School was long and troublesome again – too many exams, not enough breaks. Everyone’s mood was at it’s lowest, nobody was listening to the teachers anymore, and the teachers kept punishing the whole class for it, instead of simply punishing the troublemakers. By the end of it, I was tired, hurting, and just wanted to go home. 

Bad luck that I had missed my bus because of the teacher keeping us (as punishment) and had to wait in the cold.

Deciding that I had to go inside somewhere before I froze to the ground, but not wanting to go back into the school (bad memories) I entered a bakery next to the bus stop.

People where almost squashing each other, customers yelling for the employees to hurry up, and I almost regretted going inside. But I was here already, and hungry, so I went to look for something to eat. Perhaps that would cheer me back up again.

And then I saw something that made me do a double-take – star-shaped chocolate cookies, as big as my hand. But instead of just a plain cookie like the others around it, these ones had a smile painted onto them with chocolate and frosting. A big, toothy grin, eyes squeezed shut, and beneath the smile was a little writing saying “Hello nice person!”

It was nothing big, but it was so unexpected and cute, I couldn’t help myself and chuckled, shaking my head at the funny little thing.

And right then, one of the employees spotted me and came over to take my order. A young woman, not much older than me, looking just as tired and annoyed as the others – no wonder, considering the way the customers just kept screaming and yelling and insulting.

Without thinking, I lifted one of the cookies up and all but beamed at her, telling her, “These are really cute! Can I have one of these, please?”

Her annoyed expression faltered, mouth half open in order to ask me what I wanted, and she literally blinked owlishly at me. After a moment – I already thought that she thought me weird or rude – she said, stunned, “You like them?”

Now it was my turn to stare. I assured her that I loved these little things. How could I not?

Other customers didn’t like them, she explained, they thought it too childish, at least for adult customers.

“Probably that wasn’t my best idea,” she added, much like an afterthought.

I interrupted her before she could take my order, asking her what she meant with that. Had she made these cookies herself?

She shrugged, clearly feeling uncomfortable. “The faces and the little message… that was my idea. Customers are always so stressed out when they come here, so I wanted to give them something to smile about.”

Again, she shrugged, her whole stance saying that that hadn’t worked out as well as she had thought.

I couldn’t believe what I heard, wondering who had told her so. Sure, it was nothing big, but…

“I had a really shitty day today,” I told her, searching for her gaze as she typed everything in the system and waited for the receipt. “But seeing that little smiley face and that hello? That really made me smile. I don’t feel nearly as bad as before. So, thank you. I love your idea.”

She stopped, looking up at me. And after a moment, she finally smiled for the first time. “That’s… that’s great.”

I grinned at her and decided, “You know what? I would like to have two of these.”

Two?”

“Yep. Two smiling faces for me, please.”

She changed the order, still looking surprise by me sudden change of mind. When she handed me the cookies and I gave her the money, I handed her one of the smiling cookies back. As she stared at it, I explained, “I want you to have that one. You look like you could use some smiling faces yourself.”

And, lo and behold, she really started laughing aloud at that. In the midst of the loud bakery full of stressed out and rude customers, even though she was tired, she laughed, and looked so much healthier than before because of it.

And I felt so much better than before, too.

And now, sitting here and nibbling at my cookie, I think – it’s so awesome how much little things can mean, right?

That nice woman had decided that she wanted to make people who came into the bakery smile, so she put up some effort and did something thoughtful and funny like smiling cookies who say hello to you when you come in.

And me? I decided to tell her that I really liked her idea. Nothing more. Just told her that her idea is nice and helped me.

Both of us didn’t do much. We were just being nice. And yet, it helped so much. It changed so much. For both of us.  

Long story very short – don’t underestimate how much one kind gesture can mean. It doesn’t have to be anything big, or expensive. Just be nice to people. Smile at them. Tell them when they do something well.

It will change a great deal. And sometimes, perhaps, you could really help someone with even the smallest kind gesture towards them.

Coffee, Black. (Namjin Barista AU)

Title- Coffee, Black.

Author- Older Jade

Ship- Namjin 

Summary- Namjoon just can’t stop drinking this coffee. 

Lol. Sorry about the poor quality but I did write this whilst I was sat in Costa on a free from college. 



“Just a moment.”

Namjoon nods at the voice, even though he can not see the speaker and it already late for a meeting he didn’t want to go to in the first place, the soothing surrounding of the little cafe seem to take his mind off everything. He was about to debate leaving when a smaller  - though this is not hard with Namjoon being so tall- man comes from out the back. Namjoon is slightly speechless, taking in the sight of the man. His hair was sticking up a little, his lips a plump pink and his beautiful wide eyes.

“Sorry, what can I get for you?”

Namjoon cleared his throat, he may have just fallen in love at first sight but he was a cold hard business man and knew how to hide his emotions. “Coffee, black.”

The barista half smiles at him, placing his order into the computer. “How…interesting.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes, he’s not quite used to this, people talking back at him. “Do you make it habit to talk to your customers.”

The barista laughs, making his coffee and handing the hot cup into namjoons hand, his fingers accidentally brushing past his. “If I didn’t I would be out of business sir.”

“Hmm..”

“Come again soon.” The barista cheerfully waves Namjoon off and Namjoon thinks he might just have to.

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