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all the boys // panic! at the disco

Friday May 12th,

Lunch when you’re to lazy to make anything else. Today I found myself super busy and I baked a lemon cake for Mother’s Day and had a lot of cleaning/washing up to do. By 5pm I was drained and ready for bed! I had a good talk to my dog after breakfast, which probably seems weird as she can’t understand me, but as we (my family) put her to sleep on Monday I felt like I wanted to thank her for all her love and happy memories, even though she had no idea what I was saying. Maybe this will help me say goodbye. I am so tired right now (probably emotion based) and excited for sleep, but first I want to journal and draw and obviously I need something for dessert before I settle down. Oh, and I have the kitchen to clean for the hundredth time today, yay.

We’re What’s Right In This World (50K)

story by: BriaMaria

art by: the extraordinarily multi-talented Rachel (@alivingfire)

… as part of the amazing @1dreversebang​ exchange. (read them all here.)


“Why did you talk like that in Brighton? If you weren’t planning on ever telling me?” Louis asked. “Is it because you think you’re going to die?”

“It’s war, Lou,” Harry said finally.

Louis shifted up, his palms cradling Harry’s jaw, his lips against his boy’s. Not kissing, just resting there, so Louis could feel him. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Harry’s hands smoothed down the sides of Louis’ body. “You know I can’t do that. I’ll never lie to you.”

“Promise me. We’re going to have our cottage. And our dogs. And our breakfast in the garden where nothing grows because of the wind from the sea. Promise me.”

“I won’t.” Stubborn as always, his boy. “I’ll promise you, I’ll love you all my life. I’ll promise you, you’ll never leave my thoughts. I’ll promise you, you’re my forever and my always. But promising you something I can’t cheapens the things I can.”


Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.

In another life…. 

In another life Stiles rolled over and the bed was still warm from where Derek had been sleeping just minutes before. The house smells like coffee and he can hear Derek talking to the dog while he makes breakfast. 

In another life Derek throws his head back in a laugh when Officer Stiles Stilinski accidentally set his fire alarm off one night while making popcorn and offers to teach him some fire safety tips when he’s off duty.

In another life two grad students bond over their TA positions and how much extra work they have. Stiles ends up bringing Derek a coffee the next morning and the rest is history. 

In another life Stiles falls for the tattooed barista. It turns out he’s a writer and the tattoos are for his family that died. It turns out they both found each other when they needed someone the most.

In another life professional baseball player Derek Hale ends up falling for a up and coming ESPN reporter. When he retires 15 years later he’s happily married to him and they cohost a new show for the network. 

In another life.

In another life they’re happy. In another life Derek stayed. In another life there are no werewolves and no dead family members. 

In another life Derek wakes to the sound of laughter and tiny feet. 

In another life Stiles catches a serial killer and goes home to his bearded husband making him dinner. 

In another life.

In another life.

But not in this life… at least not yet. 

Dazai can’t take care of himself. So Chuuya kinda has to aggressively do it for him. Because he loves him.

“When did you last wash that shirt?”

“….”

“TAKE OFF THAT SHIRT!”

“Wow, didn’t know you were in that mood.”

or 

“Toast is not breakfast!”

“But I don’t-”

“Here eat this.”

“Where did you even-”

*Chuuya shoves spoon in his mouth.*