you know i love this entire show inside and out

The Beauty and the Beast trailer with Emma Watson just came out and it looks great, but I just can’t help but imagine a Harry Potter/Beauty AU.

Like, Hermione is in the forest studying or something, stumbles upon a castle, and she finds Fleur, who, because she’s part Veela, is seen as a “Beast”.  (and if you’ve read the books, you know they can indeed become quite beastly).

Can you imagine Hermione falling in love with Fleur for who she is on the inside, as Fleur has constantly been judged by her outward appearance her entire life?

Or Fleur showing Hermione that huge library?

Good lord the possibilities!

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5/10 lyrics: 
but wouldn’t it be fine to share
the weather in her eyes, her hair,
her footsteps as she climbs the stair,
the shadow in her light?

Myungsoo Scenario: When You and L Are Both Idols and Start to Have a Relationship, but are Discovered

3 Months Ago

It started simply with fleeting glances, small moments of locked eye contact backstage between rushed coordi noonas trying to usher you both to your different prospective areas. As mysterious and chic L was, Myungsoo was an entirely different part. You treasured those small interactions backstage and would giggle to yourself every time you caught him staring out of the corner of your eye, before he would whip his head away in shyness a slight red tinge on his face where his members would then smirk and poke him playfully at his puppy crush. 

It wasn’t until one day where you were walking back to your waiting room at a music event did you really notice the difference between Myungsoo and L. Almost as if he’d came out of nowhere, Myungsoo fell as clumsily as possible, ultimately ending up falling on top of you, causing your head to hit the edge of the wall with a hard thud. 

“Oh shoot…” you faintly heard one voice say from around the corner, and then another shouted urgently before you could hear a group of footsteps running away, “Oh crap he’s going to murder us!”

Whimpering slightly you cradled your head while Myungsoo was still in shock before blinking his eyes which widened when he took in the situation. Standing up promptly and doing a 90 degree bow, you could hear the embarrassment in his voice, “Oh my god (y/n)-ah, I am so so- s-sorry, I didn’t mean to trip and fall on you an- oh my god your head!! Are you okay? You should go to the hospital, I’ll take you there. I’m just so so sorry my grou-” he stammered while looking up at you with worried eyes and shame across his face before you cut him off.

“Don’t worry L-ssi,” you gave a small encouraging smile, “accidents happen, it’s okay. Was that your group I heard around the corner?" 

"Ne,” he said softly, still embarrassed from the situation and you just thought of how cute he was acting like a 5 year old caught stealing a cookie. 

“Well good luck with your performance L-ssi,” you wished him good luck and as you were about to walk away you heard a loud, “WAIT!”

Turning around you could see Myungsoo gather up all his courage before rambling out, “SinceIhurtyourheadIshouldatleasttreatyoutoacoffeetomakeupforit,”

After seeing your confused look, he took a deep breath before shyly murmuring, “Since I hurt your head I should at least treat you to a coffee to make up for it.”

Now it was your turn to be shy, “Okay,” you said while blushing causing Myungsoo to practically glow.

Present

That all seemed so simple as you looked back on the first time he asked you out with the “help” of his members. But as you looked on your twitter and Instagram, you felt the sting of each nasty comment.

It’s so obvious she’s using L for popularity.

Why would L even date her? She’s not that pretty and has no talent.

(Y/N) should honestly be dumped by L, who’d want to date someone as pathetic as her? 

You wanted to just bundle up and hide, feeling as if each comment was a fresh wound with salt being poured on it. As much as you wanted to hold your head high and let the comments roll off you, you could feel them slowly seeping into your mind, a twisted voice constantly prodding you and making you weaker and weaker. 

“Jagiya?” a voice softly called, it was filled with warmth and a sense of comfort. This was the voice you fought for against all those comments.

But this time was different. You made no movement and stayed still under the blankets on your couch, just reading the comments over and over almost as if you were being brainwashed to hate yourself. And it did work.

Shakily you propped yourself up and held your knees to your chest in a small ball position. 

“Jagiya, what’s wrong?” Myungsoo’s voice was now worried and tinged with fear as your lip quivered.

“I think,” you whispered quietly, trying not to choke up on your words, “I think it’d be best if you dated someone better.

Myungsoo stayed quiet for a moment soaking in your words until something in him snapped.

"Why would you ever believe that? That you’re not good enough for me? Do they know who you are besides what they see on stage? Do they know how I spent a whole year thinking I wasn’t good enough for you? Hell, do they know the little things I know about you that make you perfect? Like how you work harder than anyone else I know or how you volunteer outside of what your company schedules you because you love helping people or how you always try to find the good in everyone, even these fans who are hurting you, you defend them by saying it’s out of their love for me that they act this way.”

Myungsoo took a deep breath and then looked at you intensely, his hand going to stroke your cheek which had a few tears running down them, “Do they know how much I love you?”

You stayed silent and hiccuped slightly while Myungsoo started to cradle you in his arms. It was quiet and comforting as he calmed you down and your breathing evened out. 

You noticed he started to rummage through his pockets before taking out his phone and scrolling through his photos searching for something until he showed you making you gasp.

An entire photo album on his phone titled: My Inspiration

All the photos inside were candid pictures of you as well as screenshots from twitter and instagram of messages left with inspirational sayings about Myungsoo and yours relationship.

Oppa and Eunnie, I wish you guys so much happiness and I think you guys are perfect together. Hwaiting!

Don’t let the haters get to you both! I know you can overcome anything together!

You guys are perfect together don’t listen to those who criticize your relationship and you both deserve happiness with who you love.

“(Y/N)-ah, I know it can be hard and I’m so sorry for what you have to go through in our relationship, but always know I love you and don’t worry because to me you are perfect,” he whispered as he held you securely in his arms, as his voice started to shine in your mind like sunshine brightening up the shadows and hate from before, and in that moment his presence outweighed any of the doubt all with the help of a simple I love you.

Every Day

Rating: K+

Word Count: 900

Request: Can you write a Morgan/reader fic where the reader isn’t in the BAU? I wish I had more of a request but literally something fluffy and slightly smutty about Morgan pls· AND Hello! Could you pls do an Oneshot where the reader is biracial and in a relationship with Morgan and has a hard time because of her mixed identity bc she feels like she belongs nowhere and Morgan comforts her and maybe a lot of fluff? Thank U!

A/N: Okay, so I combined two prompts. I left the reason why the reader is insecure a little ambiguous because I was mixing prompts, but I think it’s pretty clear if you look for it? If that makes sense. But I try to leave the fics ambiguous so that everyone can enjoy them and put themselves in the story. Also, I’m not biracial, but I tried to make it work. I’m not sure how I did. So, if perhaps you’d like me to try something else, so that the problem is more clear, maybe we can work something out? But I hope you’ll give this a read and see what you think!

Also, I’m not sure I write Morgan’s character well? Any opinions?

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The Girl ; Newt // Part 3

hERE YA GO FRIENDS

{part one} {part two}

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Originally posted by testmeyouwillfail

(y/n) walked towards the garden, only to turn back around when she saw Newt helping with pulling out the weeds from the ground.

“(y/n), wait!” Newt called behind her. He pushed himself off the ground and reached a hand out as if it would refrain her from getting away. She only walked faster, head down but avoided the Gladers in her path swiftly. Newt started running towards her. When she had heard the footsteps getting louder and faster, she started sprinting.

When Newt decided it was enough for him to be chasing her, he stopped. He tried to catch his breath as he walked back to the garden with his hands curled up into balls of fists by his side.

It had been a few days — maybe even weeks — since they made a scene and (y/n) has been avoiding him since. When she ran off into the woods, Gally and Chuck had run after her while Minho tried to stop Newt from following.

Newt gave her space. But wasn’t 4 days enough? He just wanted to talk about it; get something out of her. Did she feel the same way? Will she ever forgive him? Is she okay? How’s everything? But no. All he had gotten from her was short, shy glances where she looked away instantly when their eyes met and a one way conversation whenever he talked to a group of friends and she was there. She had been avoiding him, and they both knew it very well.

(y/n) sat in the laundry room, scrubbing away the filth of the boys’ shirts. She hadn’t even realized that she had been scrubbing on a shirt way too hard until someone spoke from behind her.

“Hey, you’re gonna put a hole on my shirt from the way you’re scrubbing it.” The voice, the accent. It all sounded way too familiar and she didn’t like the feeling she got in her stomach whenever his voice was within hearing range from her.

“Sorry.” Was all Newt got for striking up a conversation.

Newt let out a heavy sigh and sat on the opposite log where she was seated. Newt waited for her to tell him to get lost, but he never got anything. For a really long time.

For her, she thought that the silence that enveloped them both was deafening. She didn’t like it but if it meant not talking to Newt, then it was better than having a conversation with him.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

(y/n) didn’t look up for a few seconds. Newt saw her body shake, but no sound was coming out from her. It was like she was laughing but she couldn’t get any sound out because it was that funny. He knew what he said was far from funny so either she was being sarcastic, or she just found this whole situation funnier than it actually was. She finally looked up and he realized how tired and worn out she looked.

Her face was covered with dirt and the eye bags under eyes were darker than usual. Her eyes were red, almost as if she had been crying way too often. She had a fresh new scar on her cheek and another healing scar by her collarbone. She looked pale, almost way too pale for someone who lived in a place where much area wasn’t covered with shelter.

“You’re telling me you don’t know why?” She cracked a smile, but it wasn’t the one Newt had gotten used to seeing. It was cold, and there was no sincerity to the smile at all. “The great Newt, second-in-command, does not know why I’m avoiding him!”

“I know why, okay?” Newt scoffed with a frown on his face. He leaned back on the machine with his arms crossed against his chest as usual. “Do I look like I was born yesterday? I know why, I just want to hear it from your mouth. Confirm my assumptions, (y/n). Stop running away from the things you don’t want to face.”

“I don’t want to face you, but here I am now, huh?” She narrowed her eyes to glare at him. By this time, she had stopped scrubbing clothes and had all her attention to him. “Since you wanna know so much, then fine. I’ll tell you. Let me tell you! Listen up, okay? Firstly, you’ve been treating me like I’m inhuman. Like I don’t need a break from all the work, like I can’t have friends. Newsflash once again, blondie, you’re all boys here. So whether you like it or not, I’m gonna befriend them. Too bad, get over it. Secondly, I finally snap and ask for an explanation and sure, I get it — thanks for that by the way — but then it takes a sharp turn and turns into you telling me that you have feelings for me! And then bam, you kiss me.”

Newt stayed silent for a moment, his eyes searching hers for an answer, still. He raised an eyebrow, confused. “And?”

She rolled her eyes, getting up. She roughly wiped her hands on her pants, then turned all her attention back to Newt. “I didn’t ask for you to make things this complicated! It was already complicated before, you shank! You just made it more bloody complicated and now, I don’t know whether I want to strangle you or just forgive you for the shit you put me through! You could’ve just went ‘it’s because you get on my bloody nerves and I just don’t like you’ but nooo! You went all soft on me and confessed the feelings I wasn’t expecting for you to feel towards me after you make me feel like I completely don’t deserve to be here at all!” She made a pretty good impression of his accent, fascinating him a little.

“I’m sorry for not telling you the words you expected to hear, then!” He yelled. “I’m sorry I just had to go and catch feelings for the only girl in the Glade. I’m sorry making you feel like you don’t deserve to be a part of our lives and I’m sorry for making things more complicated. I’m sorry, alright? I just couldn’t take it anymore. I’m sorry that I just had to tell you. I just want to know one thing, (y/n).”

He took a step over the bucket between them and walked forward, making (y/n) walk back to avoid another awkward scene that they both have to live with for the rest of their lives. Soon, he had her pinned against the wooden walls of the small, cramp hut. With his hands on either sides of her head, his breath fanning down on her collarbones and his height towards over her completely, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel small and suddenly being unable to whip back another smart ass comment.

“Do you feel the same?” (y/n) couldn’t get enough courage to answer. She was too busy looking up at him, admiring how defined the features on his face was. Even if she did answer his question, she would only end up stuttering and embarrassing herself. “(y/n).”

“I don’t know, okay?” She finally answered, breaking the eye contact with him. “I don’t know. It’s hard to determine my feelings for you when all you’ve been the entire time I’ve been here was a bloody asshole.”

Newt nodded, taking a step back. “Give me a chance. I’ll show you I’m worth it.”

“I don’t know, Newt,” she hesitated. She rubbed the back of her neck, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “This is kind of a huge risk. What do we know about love?”

“We’ll just have to find out. Together, I was hoping.” Newt gave her a small smile. The one that never failed to make her melt and make her feel good inside — or at least for the first few days she had been around.

She considered his offer. About giving him a chance. It wouldn’t be too bad to give him a chance, right? If he didn’t want this at all, he wouldn’t have gotten out of his way just to talk her around the incident the other night. After what seemed like hours to Newt, she finally looked up with a small smile on her face.

She nodded. “Okay. But don’t make me regret this.”

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Calum Hood - All About Us

A/N- this was originally posted on hashtagsandbrokenrecords

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I was stood at the side of the church aisle, Calum stood just over to the side as we watched Ashton and his wife, Georgia, exchange vows. I was trying my hardest to concentrate but with a constant gaze on me, I couldn’t help but be unable to focus on anything, let alone another couple in front of us.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” I whispered to the boy beside me as we stood at the end of the aisle, watching as Ashton declared his love for his new wife.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” Calum hissed back, a smirk on his face as his hand snaked around my waist. He was feeling particularly touchy today and I really had no idea why, I wasn’t complaining or anything, but in a church I was starting to doubt it was in any way appropriate.

“Then stop staring at me and focus on the wedding.” I chuckled, wriggling out of my boyfriend’s grip.

He shook his head lightly, looking down at me. “I can’t stop staring at you.”

“And why not?” I murmured to him, trying to keep it to hushed tones as the vicar pronounced them husband and wife. I tried to hide my blush as he leant forward and rested his head on my shoulder to whisper in my ear.

“You’re just so beautiful.” He mumbled, making me blush quickly as I felt his lips quickly peck my cheek, before turning around slightly to smile at him. The crowd all clapped as Ashton kissed his new wife and Calum quickly pecked my cheek. “Especially in that dress.”

“You want to stop being corny?” I raised my eyebrows at him, watching as he bit his lip to hide the growing grin on his face. “This is Ashton’s day, stop trying to steal the spotlight.”

“I’m not trying to-” but he was cut off by Michael and Luke coming over to us, grins on their faces as we watched the couple go back down the aisle, the crowd cheering for them.

“What’re you two whispering about?” Luke nudged Calum from beside us and I chuckled, raising my eyebrows at Calum expectantly.

“I think this one is yours.” I laughed, wriggling out of the arm he had somehow snuck back around me waist.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful?” Calum asked Michael and Luke, causing them to go wide eyed and exchange confused looks as Calum obliviously beamed at me.

“Dude, is that a trick question?” Mikey spluttered, adjusting his tie uncomfortably.

I turned back to Calum, unable to believe what he was asking them. “Really, Calum?”

“It’s not a trick question. She looks amazing and I wanted to see if you guys agree.” He shrugged a smug look on his face and it caused me to roll my eyes. He tended to do this to show other guys that he was the only man in my life. It was his way of showing me off and saying that he was worthy of me, it got annoying but was sometimes flattering (when he wasn’t putting his best friends on the spot).

“You look lovely Y/N.” Luke decided on, laughing uncomfortably and nodding towards me. Michael nodded in agreement before they excused themselves.

“You’re an embarrassment.” I chuckled, pushing him off me and starting to walk down the aisle.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Can’t take me anywhere.” He grumbled, catching up with me and linking his hand in mine. “Just remember I’m your problem.” He winked, squeezing my hand.

“Unfortunately.” I teased, laughing as he pouted at me and we stood outside the church, ready to line up for the long process of pictures.

“Now for the bride and her maid of honour!” The photographer shouted and I moved over to where Georgia was standing a big grin on her face.

“This’ll be you soon.” Georgia chuckled, as we embraced and I congratulated her. “Just you wait.”

I laughed, glancing over at Calum who was now far too busy trying to avoid Ashton’s selfie with the band. “I don’t think he’s planning anything anytime soon.” I admitted, not particularly bothered by this fact. I was happy with where we were at and I didn’t want to pressure him into doing something he’d regret further down the line. We were happy as we were and I wasn’t itching to get married.

“Maybe he’ll surprise you.” She raised her eyebrows at me, blocking out the snapping photographer.

“Can we bring in the groom and the best men?” The photographer eventually asked and we waited for the boys to stop bickering in order for them to join us.

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Eventually we found ourselves in the reception room and we’d had all the speeches and the dancing. There was quiet music playing as Ashton and Georgia slow danced on the dance floor, clearly worn out by the day. I was curled up on my chair, my heels on the floor as my legs hung over Calum’s lap as he traced tired patterns along my hips.

“Do you want to go outside?” he whispered, gently pushing a hair out of my face. I sighed heavily, weighing up the options and decided if I didn’t move anytime soon I would end up falling asleep on his shoulder.

“Just for a bit.” I nodded, standing up slowly and slipping my heels back on. Calum linked our hands and led us out to the outside area where people were starting to say their goodbyes and head home.

We walked around the dark gardens, little fairy lights and candles lighting up the various paths, a comfortable silence between us. A soft breeze came through and I started to wish I hadn’t left my cardigan inside as goosebumps appeared on my arms.

“Here.” Calum handed me his jacket and I smiled slightly. It was incredibly cliche and cheesy but that’s how I liked it. Calum didn’t often show his soft side unless we were completely alone and I had to admit that the way he had been touchy with me all day was a change.

“Thank you.” I whispered as we came to a stop by the wooden gazebo, all alight with more lights and lanterns. The music from the reception room was faintly heard in the distance and I had an idea. “Dance with me?”

Calum smirked, running up the stairs and bowing before holding out his hand. “Always.”

I curtsied with a cheeky smile on my face and grabbed his hand, him pulling me close to his body and swaying slightly on the spot.

“I love you,Y/N.” He whispered as he rested his head on my shoulder, his breath grazing my neck. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Cal.” I replied, pulling away slightly to connect our lips slowly.

“I have a question for you.” He stated when we pulled away completely, taking a step back from our embrace, our hands still entwined.

I nodded for him to continue and he smiled at me shyly before lowering himself down onto one knee. My eyes widened and when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box I couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.

“You’re full of surprises.” I laughed shakily and he raised his eyebrows at me, as if to say “really? I’m about to propose to you and you need to speak?”

“Sorry.” I bit my lip to try to suppress the grin that was threatening to break out.

“I had a whole speech planned and everything but I know you’re dying to say something so I’ll make it really quick.” He chuckled, opening the box and inside was the ring I had only ever shown one person in my life. The one I had been dying for my entire life but had refrained from showing Calum in fear he would run for the hills. “Y/N you know how much I love you, how happy you make me. I try to show you that every day. But now I want to make you that happy every minute of every day for the rest of our lives. I want to wake up to you having stolen all the duvet. I want to kiss you every day knowing you’re the love of my life and I was man enough to get down on one knee and ask you to marry me. So the real question is, will you marry me?”

I didn’t even realise I was crying as I nodded and he slipped the ring onto my finger. “Please don’t cry.” He chuckled, standing up to come back to my level and I made to wipe them away but his hands quickly brushed them away for me. His lips found mine and they moulded together in a way I had grown so accustomed to and a way I always found myself craving more of.

“The ring…how did you?” I stuttered out as we pulled apart and I stared down at the stunning band on my finger.

“I may have spoken to Georgia once or twice.” He bit his lip and I laughed at his expression.

“I love you so much.” I told him sincerely and his eyes met mine and in that gaze I was certain that I would never get tired of him looking at me like that.

Sherlock X Reader (6/16)

Sorry this is so late. I’ve been really busy with school and I haven’t had much time. Anyway here’s part 6. Let me know if there are any spelling or grammar issues! Enjoy! Also here’s to 100 followers!

Words: 2000+

Warnings: Nothing

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Today’s the day!

You slept in until noon just smiling into your pillow. Were people supposed to act like this when it’s only a first date? Whatever. You were excited and you didn’t care. You got up, ate some breakfast and took a shower. You dried your hair and then sat on your computer looking at ways to braid your hair up into a bun. It only took about 8 video’s before you found one you liked. You saved it for later, it was still a bit early to be getting ready. You got dressed in comfy house clothes and decided to pick up a bit. Despite the fact this was your first date in a while, you still needed to keep your place clean. Once everything was clean you went into your room and checked the time. 3:00. 5 hours left. You had waited days but you knew the next 5 hours of waiting would be the longest.

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anonymous asked:

Sending again: Charming and Regina started up an affair after Robin left with Marilena to Nee York. Once he's back she tries to break things off with Charming, but he seduces her and Robin walks in on them. Something like that.... :D

So I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for, but it’s what hit me and wouldn’t leave me alone as I pondered exactly how to write this EC/OQ mash-up. I hope you forgive the liberties I’ve taken with your prompt and enjoy it for what it is. It gushed out of me yesterday so fast I couldn’t stop it.

Set during the missing year. Please don’t hate me, everyone.


Reversal of Fortune

He hears her through the stone wall, retching into the chamber pot until she can heave no longer. It’s the third time this has happened during the two weeks they’ve been together, and he knows he cannot ignore the obvious any longer. The first morning she’d been ill, he’d gone to her, but she’d sent him away, assuring him that the venison served at dinner the previous evening had disagreed with her stomach. He’d done as she’d bidden, returning to her bed with measured steps after pouring her some water and making certain she was alright. She’d vomited once more before making her way back into the bedroom, and he’d held her close to his heart after she’d climbed back into bed, stroking her hair as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

He’d nearly slept through the second occurrence—just two days ago, he remembers, and he’d said nothing after she’d crawled back under the covers beside him, allowing him to pull her chilled body into his warmth.

“I’d forgotten how rich the food was in this realm,” she’d uttered as he stroked her bare back, concerned with the clammy texture of her skin. He’d kissed her forehead and whispered that she should rest, reminding her of how tired she’d felt the previous day, of how little she’d been able to eat over the course of the week. Heavy eyes had gazed back at him—questioning, searching, then she’d kissed him with abandon, the taste of salt on her lips unmistakable, remnants of tears she was struggling to keep hidden leaving a residue on his tongue.

It was then the first doubts had formed. Now they are practically eating him alive.

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I’ve always been afraid of forgetting. I spend more time photographing, pondering, and writing about experiences than I do experiencing them.

My mother used to scold me for being a pack rat. “You’re so selfish,” she’d say, “You never let anything go.”

I hoard moments in the same manner I hoarded food when I was fourteen. So that when I am seemingly irreversibly empty I can enjoy everything at once and then purge the universe afterwards and remain unchanged.

Yet irrevocably altered.

I crave as much time with you as possible before I leave; eleven days of constant contact. But the more I know of you, the more I’ll need to remember.

My head never could keep up with my heart.

What if one day I manage to forget the tangled way your mouth forms around your smile? The way you bite down upon both of your lips before you say something you know you shouldn’t? The way your sidelong glances burned from behind my eyes, down my throat, through my esophagus, into my stomach, my entire body illuminated by the needles of adrenaline stabbing my skin from the inside out.

What if I forget that you made me love fire? You showed me the beauty in the burn.

I wish I could burn everything about you into my memory forever. Sear your image into my frontal lobe so you are literally always on my mind.

You already are, so what’s the harm?

After the branding they’d stitch me up and you’d be forever mine, but you’d still have no idea. These scars will fade and I’ll remain unchanged.

Yet irrevocably altered.

If I could break down the garden walls of your mind I could burn myself into you too. But your walls are too high.

I want to hoard your fears. Collect your weaknesses. I want to wallow in the lonely pools of sadness behind your guarded eyes, but you won’t let me in. You can’t feel the way about me that I do about you.

And I can’t breathe. The pressure on my chest is insurmountable. My airways clogged by the violently familiar salty burn.

If there’s so much beauty in a burn, let me burn you.

Yes, I’m afraid I will forget you, but I am petrified you’ll forget me and that after all the battles and turmoil I’ve suffered within my mangled mind and fragmented ribcage, you’ll remain unchanged.

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Anonymous said:

“Tomorrow, or whenever you’re not tired, will you write an imagine about you and Ashton being best friends but he kinda “replaces” you with his girlfriend and is kinda mean to you so you find comfort from Luke and ash gets mad and what not. Thank youu!”

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"Y/N I’m so glad you are finally here with me!” Ashton said embracing me and pulling me into his hotel room. “I’m happy to be here, I’ve missed you so much!” I replied with the biggest grin on my face. It had been nearly two months since I had seen Ashton, but I had a break off from school, so he invited me to join him for a few weeks in the last leg of the tour.

“I wish I could take you out around the town, but I really need to rest because the next 5 nights we have shows.” “Don’t worry Ashton I wouldn’t want to do anything than be here with you!” He smiled, “you know your the bestest friend in the entire world Y/N?” Grinning on the outside, but wincing on the inside from his words I replied with a simple “Of course I know.” I have been friends with Ashton since middle school, and I knew that I loved him more than a friend since the first year of high school.

“I called the guys and they are gonna come down and see you.” “Okay! Great!” I said not very genuine. The other boys were awesome but I just wanted hang with Ashton tonight.

A few minutes later banging started on the door and Ashton went to let the other guys in. I stood up and was bombarded with Michael running toward me, hugged me and said, “you’re the first person I’ve seen from home, since we’ve been on tour!” As he pulled away I said “Well I’m glad you’re happy to see me.” He laughed. Then Calum hugged me and asked all of the usual questions you ask someone you haven’t see in a while. Then Luke walked over and hugged me really tight. I was surprised because he use to be really timid but he seemed a tiny bit more confident now. “Hi Y/N, it’s really nice to see you, you look good.” He blushed and sat down next to where Michael and Calum had collapsed onto the couch. The only other place to sit was on the bed where Ashton was laying. I sat down and we all began having different conversations, and it felt like old times.

As we were all talking I noticed Ashton was on his phone a lot. I joked with him “Ashton what are you doing over there? Looks like your really into whatever it is.” He looked up blushing while everyone else continued talking and said, “I was gonna tell you this tomorrow, but I have a girlfriend, her name is Lindsay. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before but I wanted to surprise you. She coming so you can meet her tomorrow! You’re gonna love her!”

I was speechless, the walls around me seemed to be closing in around me. The guy I have liked for years found someone that he loved… and it isn’t me. “T-That’s great Ashton. I… Uhh.. Can’t wait to meet her.” I put on a fake smile and hugged Ashton. “I uhh have to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” I stood up and walked into the bathroom. I couldn’t hold back, I started crying and couldn’t stop. I planned on telling Ashton my feelings but that won’t happen now. I dried my tears and went back out and said “I’m gonna go to my room down the hall, jet lag really got me. I’ll see you guys in the morning.” They all said there goodbyes, I left and cried myself to sleep.

***the next morning***

I walked down to the hotel lobby to get some coffee and I picked up a bagel. I couldn’t ignore the yelling fans outside. A few must have recognized me from pictures on twitter or Instagram from before the guys got famous. I was walking back to the elevator when the door opened before I pressed the button. It was Ashton and Luke. “Good morning Y/N! I was just coming down because Lindsay said she is here and she coming in the back door, I’m going to meet her there. Do you want to come with me?”

I didn’t know what to say. “Uh I guess…” Like cut me off and said, “why don’t you go get her and we will wait here. It’s not really the ideal place to meet someone next to a dumpster behind a hotel.” Ashton agreed and went to get her.

“I didn’t get to talk to you much last night, how are you?” Luke asked while we sat down out of site of the fans outside. “I’m doing okay. I guess. Glad to be here.” I lied because at the moment my worst nightmare was coming true. “Listen, Y/N you don’t have to lie to me, I know-”

“Hi! Oh my god!! It’s so good to meet you! Ashton has told me so much about you!” I was now wrapped in the infamous Lindsay’s embrace. “Yeah.. I’ve heard about you too.” You laughed awkwardly. She was beautiful, perfect skin, perfect teeth, a body that I would kill for. I realized that I would never have a chance with Ashton now.

The entire day surrounded Lindsay and Ashton. It was making me sick. I ended up hanging out with Michael and Calum because not only was Ashton occupied with the “girlfriend” but Luke was acting really weird too.

That night the boys had a show, so I ended up having to sit with Lindsay back stage. That wasn’t the worst part.

After the show the guys ran off stage adrenaline rushing through their bodies. They were jumping and talking about how great the crowd was and all the crazy stuff they did on stage. Ashton looked like a Greek God. His skin glowing from the sweat dripping down his body, his smile was intoxicating. But of course he went straight to Lindsay and started making out with her. She was giggling while they touched up and down each other’s body. It was everything I ever wanted for myself.

I couldn’t watch anymore so I congratulated the other guys and started walking away to the hallway for the exit. I couldn’t stop the tears from forming in my eyes. I started running down the hallway before I heard someone calling my name. I stopped and heard footsteps running to catch up with me.

It was Luke. He looked around to my face and met his eyes with mine. “Y/N he is being a dickhead and he doesn’t even know it. He didn’t realize what he had, one day he will, but it will be too late. You will have found someone that is perfect for you. I’m so sorry.” He hugged me harder than I have ever been hugged by anyone. “How did you know I like Ashton?” I sobbed. He rubbed up and down my back and stopped every once in a while to play with the ends of my hair. “Y/N I’ve known since you knew. You never knew how much I really paid attention to you, did you?”

I pulled away and looked into his eyes for a while. “I’m so sorry Luke.” He blushed and chuckled while looking down to his feet. “Don’t worry about it. I was never mad about it. I just wanted you to be happy.” It broke my heart knowing he has felt like I feel now, for years. “Thank you” is all I could say. “He smiled, “no problem. Let’s get you back to the hotel so you don’t have to deal with anymore dumb Lindsay.” I laughed and we walked outside next to the tour bus, I figured Luke would go get on the bus and I would go get in the car that followed, but he kept walking with me, which I was fine with.

It was mostly quiet on the ride back to the hotel, other than when the driver would ask Luke a few questions about the show. When he answered I looked at his face noticing the way he did things, that I had never paid attention to before. The way he bit his lip, crinkled his nose and wiped it when he was thinking of something to say. He was making me feel things I never have before, not even with Ashton.

The car stopped and we got out and walked into the hotel to the elevator. Each floor the elevator moved to made me feel more and more sad because I wouldn’t get to be near Luke, I would be in my room by myself with my own thoughts. When it finally stopped and the bell dinged and the door opened we both stepped out. I had to go left and he had to right.

Well, goodnight-” Luke interrupted me by smashing his lips onto mine. It felt amazing, everything felt right. The coldness of his lip ring and the softness of his lips and the way his hand fit perfectly on the back of my neck. I was becoming drunk on the feeling. When we finally pulled away from each other, we had to catch our breath. His hands slowly dropped from my neck and down to his side. “Uhhh. I’ll see you in the morning?” He blushed. “Yeah, absolutely.”

The craziest thing was that I never imagined Luke would be my first kiss.

***the next morning***

I woke up and rushed to get dressed because instead of wanting to see Ashton, I couldn’t wait to see Luke. I walked down to his room and knocked on his door. He answered and his face instantly lit up when he saw me, which gave me butterflies. “Good morning, come in.” He said motioning for me to walk into his room.

“Soo.. How are you this morning?” I asked. “I’m great except I’m really tired.”

“Yeah, performing seems like it would be tiring.” He sat on the bed and I followed him. “Well that and I stayed up pretty late thinking about you.” I blushed and didn’t know what to say. “Uhh, sorry about that.. I guess.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not the first time.” He said, which really stung because I still felt terrible for not realizing how great he was until now.

“Y/N? Can I kiss you again?” I looked down fiddling with my thumb and nodded. He lifted my chin up and slowly leaned towards me. His lips hovered in front of mine, almost teasing me with anticipation. It felt just like it did last night, maybe even more amazing. He licked my lips and and I opened them in return as his tongue slipped in, massaging mine. It felt so good, I never wanted him to stop.

Out of nowhere I heard someone yell, “I can’t believe this!” Luke and I immediately turned to see Ashton standing at the entrance of the room.

Luke was first to speak, “What are you doing in here?” Ashton looked furious, “I got a key from the lobby because I was gonna come and scare you, but it looks like you already had a wake-up call! How could you do this, and you Y/N what has gotten into you? You seem so different.” Luke tried to talk but I stopped him when I got up and also began getting angry because he had no right to be mad. “I haven’t changed Ashton! You have, I feel like I don’t know you. And don’t get me started on Lindsay! I thought you were my best friend! Maybe even my soulmate! But not anymore. I hope your happy because I finally feel like I’m not stuck anymore.” He looked at me sympathetically. “I’m sorry Y/N. We can talk later I guess.” He smiled wearily at me then Luke.

I turned back around to Luke who seemed like he was in shock. “I can’t believe that just happened.” He said. I smiled, “Me either, but I have a feeling everything has turned out just the way it needs to be. And plus I don’t think we have to worry about Ashton being mad, I mean his girlfriend is hot.” We both laughed hysterically.

As we both stopped, Luke looked at me and said, “Not as amazingly beautiful as mine.” Then he kissed me before we went to hang out with everyone else.

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A/N Who’s ready for some Captain Cobra feels?

also i cant thank my cheer squad enough for the constant support. You gals are my everything: skypeopleandswans, countingthestarsinspace, i-shall-move-on-in-life, deathbycaptainswan, shutternspice, poor-dumb-killian, and laschatzi.

Modern A/U. Killian wants to marry Emma. But there are a few things that he needs to do before he asks her.

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            Killian had never been more nervous for anything in his entire life. Considering he was well over 300 years old, that was saying something.

            He sat in a booth at Granny’s, coffee in front of him, but he was not drinking. Instead, he was rubbing his sweaty palms together; he could not figure out how to keep still he was so nervous. He couldn’t explain why he was so nervous; he’s been seeing this person a lot lately.  He considered this person extremely important in his new life her in Storybrooke.  It definitely had to do with the question he needed to ask.

            It was past 3:00pm. School had been let out about a half hour beforehand, so he knew it was only a matter of time before Henry showed up to meet him for this afternoon get-together. Just as he was thinking this, a mop of brown hair entered the diner.

            “Henry! Over here, lad!”

            Henry beamed over at Killian as he made his way over to the booth. The two of them had been meeting up more and more lately. Whether it was sailing, spending time at Granny’s or just hanging out at Henry’s grandparent’s apartment and playing what he called “video games,” the two were becoming inseparable, which is why this meeting was especially important to Killian.

            “So how was your first day of school? High school must be a big change for you.”

            “Not bad. And not really, considering I’ve been with these kids ever since I was in kindergarten. Plus we haven’t really started actual work, so that’s a plus. I know I’m really going like my English teacher this year, though.”

            “I should certainly hope so. If there was one person who knows English and literature more than anyone in Storybrooke, it’s dear Belle.”

            “Totally! I’m really glad she was able to move on from my grandpa and find someone who appreciates her.”

            “I agree. Belle was always such a decent person; someone whom your grandfather didn’t deserve. Will makes her happy, and she in turn puts him in his place.”

            This seemingly normal conversation between him and Henry just made him all the more anxious to ask him. What would he say? What would happen if he said no? Would their relationship alter? Either way, it was no or never. Killian drew a large breath, and exhaled slowly, finally garnering the courage to ask.

            “Henry, there’s something I need to ask of you.”

            “Sure, what’s up?”

            He steeled himself, knowing it was no or never.

            “Your mom and I have been seeing each other for quite some time now. I love her more than I have ever loved anyone or anything in my entire life. I just wanted you to know that, first and foremost.”

            ‘Okay…”

            Killian reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a small box. He opened it and showed Henry the contents. Inside laid a ring: a ring with two princess-diamonds on either side of a larger emerald-cut ruby.

            “Your mother once put my heart back into my chest; little did she know that she had taken it from me long before she did that. That is what the stone in the middle represents: my pure heart, given to her willingly. What I wanted to ask you Henry, since you are one of the most important men in your mother’s life, is if you will consent to me asking your mother for her hand in marriage?”

            He had never seen Henry really, truly cry. He had seen him be upset at his mother-both his mothers, in fact. But he had never witnessed true tears from the boy.

            “Killian, you are so old-fashioned,” Henry said as he giggled through the tears.

            “I wanted to do this right, lad. I didn’t feel comfortable if I didn’t ask.”

            “Of course you can marry my mom!”

            Both been jumped out of their seats and hugged one another. It was one of those hugs that just felt right to Killian; it felt like home.

            He whispered to Henry, “This in no way means I’m trying to replace your father, you know that, right, lad?”

            “Of course I do. But hey, I get to tell everyone my step-dad is Captain Hook!”

            “Right you are, Henry.”

            They both released each other from their embrace. Killian dropped money on the table for his coffee and they both strode out of Granny’s together. As they reached the bottom of the steps, Henry asked, “So, since you went to me, are you going to ask my grandparents?”

anonymous asked:

Why is zayn being spotted everyday now? Fuck, do you know what I meant about the timing? Like, fans weren't reconizing him? Or he was just spending the entire day in a hotel room (or wherever he is staying) with Jawaad doing whatever people do when they're stuck inside to stay away from the public eye? After days in the sunny LA (he loves) not getting out he suddenly decides to go out now? Goddamn.

oh you zayn was in la who knows how long but and you have 1d also on la

and no pictures no nothing

but on the day that 1d go to another city suddenly zayn decides to show himself?

when is 1d anniversary he has to show that he is not with the boys?

and when a song of the new album is leaked he go to chopotle only to use the bathroom?

1d team logic: