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Meet Me -- Part One

Part One of the “Harry as your roommate” series! Get ready for a fluffy one :)

The Doorway

It seemed as if Mother Nature had a bone to pick with you judging by the way your insides were twisting and cramping up. Your hand flew to your side as another wave of pain slowly ached through your torso, causing you to wince and squeeze your eyes shut. You stayed in the position for a few seconds and then let out a huge puff of air when the cramps subsided (for now).

The work day had dragged on and on, and was made even more enjoyable by the visit of your favorite monthly gift. You’d been expecting it for a few days now, noticing yourself snap at comments meant to be funny, wanting to cry at that one commercial with the cute babies on it, and overall feeling delated. Or, rather inflated – you’d felt like a hot air balloon because of the way your stomach would bloat near the end of the day.

After saying your goodbye’s to your co-workers, you all but skipped out of the door, ready to finally be home after such a long day.

You pulled up to your building after driving for about 20 minutes through traffic and headed upstairs. In the hallway, you could hear a voice singing quite loudly. It didn’t take you long to recognize it to be Harry’s, your roommate. The two of you had met in a literature class in uni a few semesters ago when you’d worked on a project together. He put on a show, playing himself off as a rather sophisticated boy, but when it was just the two of you the real Harry came out – the one that would take every chance available to crack a joke, who could fall asleep nearly anywhere, and who was almost obnoxiously kind. You had almost clicked instantly, like it was a friendship that was meant to be and had been planned to happen by the Heavens above.

Turning the key in your door, you walked in to your apartment, Pink Floyd blasting through the air and Harry belting his heart out right along with it. He must not have heard you come in because he continued to dance around your small (but cozy) living room for a few seconds more, even with you standing in the doorway trying not to laugh.

“Enjoying yourself?” you asked, holding back a chuckle. It was quite a sight, and one of the first things all day to bring a smile to your face.

He startled, eyes wide, when he realized you standing there. You would have sworn you saw his cheeks grow redder as time passed, but he moved too quickly across the room to turn the music down for you to tell.

“Didn’t hear you come in,” he said, bashful.

“It’s okay,” you walked into the room, slipping off your jacket and throwing it over the couch, “Could hear you down the hall, you know.”

He smiled nervously, “Should that be taken as a compliment?”

“Up to you,” you started, “Wouldn’t want the neighbors to worry they had a walrus for a neighbor.”

He playfully looked hurt, bringing a hand dramatically to his chest, “Ouch, y/n! Go easy, yeah?”

“Sorry, it sounded lovely, dear,” your tone was anything but genuine.

“Tha’s more like it,” he winked at you, “How was work?”

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Sleepy Angel

Sleepy&cuddly Harry blurb/drabble because it’s nearly 2 AM and I needed to write something. THIS HAS A TON OF GRAMMAR MISTAKES please don’t come after me.

It’s torturous when Harry’s working late at whichever location he’s at, however he swears it’s even worse for him when you’re home well after he’s unhappily gone off to sleep. He’s left a couple messages and probably a million emojis, mainly consisting of the heart eyes and kissy faces, imploring you to just come home already. 

Half an hour after his last text is delivered, you sneak a peek at your constantly buzzing phone and scroll lazily through the messages with a adoring grin plastered on your face.

You blink down at your work, eyes tiredly begging for rest as you conclude that you’ve done enough for the world today and bid your coworkers goodnight as you shuffle out of the building. Your driving might be a bit reckless, however the sleep deprivation is hitting you like boulders and you can practically feel the softness of your duvet engulfing you.

You couldn’t remember a time you’d seen Harry more than a fleeting glance and swift kiss, however it’s enough to accelerate the car well above the speed limit, anxious to meet your boyfriend on the rare occasion he’s actually present at home, waiting for you.

Once you’re at the flat, your hand automatically reaches for your phone to alert him, considering last time you found yourself in this situation, Harry had freaked out and nearly dialed the emergency operator. Instead of sending him a quick text which would ultimately prevent him from being alarmed, you opt not to.

You handle your routine easily although your eyes have long burned out of their sockets, or so it feels. You remove your excess clothing, mumble a quick greeting to your wide awake cat, and head on upstairs eagerly. You’re halfway to the room when you hear a sound.

It’s a snore and a soft one really, but it’s definitely Harry. You peek at him with a fond smile ghosting over your lips as you take him in: snuggled into the sheets with his hair sticking wildly in every direction, arms enclosed around a pillow. Your pillow. You curse at yourself when you catch a sight of the digital clock besides Harry’s slumbering form, sympathy tugging at your heart.

Gently and as silently as possible, you remove your pants and shirt, tugging on one of Harry’s from his closet and tiptoe back to the bed. You slither into the bed and gingerly remove the pillow from his grip. Thankfully, the man doesn’t stir so you set the pillow down the correct way and rest your head on it.

The dip of the bed is what awakens Harry and he flickers his eyes open, yawning once before tilting his head up to properly look at you. A smile spreads across his face and one of his warm hands slides under the shirt you wear latching onto your waist. Before he begins to speak, he buries his head right under your jaw, groaning contently. One of his legs separates yours, snugly resting there like a sandwich.

“Finally home,” he rasps, eyes half lidded.

You nod and present him your most apologetic look. “I know. Work was just brutal.”

He begins pressing soft kisses to your cheek, humming in agreement. He pulls away from you long enough to mumble, “I know how that feels,” before resuming his heartfelt actions. His lips are suddenly wet and at your neck, more demanding kisses stamped with urgent lips.

You can’t help it; you giggle and Harry continues the assault. Your hand weakly touches his chest as you pleadingly laugh and force him away but he grabs your wrist, instigating the continuous path of more kisses on your prominent veins.

“Harry!”

“Stop talking s’much, tryin’ to kiss you,” he growls playfully, softly trailing kisses further up your arm. 

“We both need sleep!” you try to reason but end up laughing loudly when he licks your shoulder.

He ceases then, picking up his mop of unkempt locks. “Forcin’ me t’go to sleep and haven’t even kissed me yet. Killer woman, you are.”

You cup his face softly and lean down, fully placing all your remaining energy into this one kiss. He’s beyond the state of fatigue, you can tell by his sluggish movements, yet he tries his best to kiss you properly. His hands are in your hair, twisting the strands and tugging them when you move away, bringing you in for another kiss. 

When he finally releases you, his arm has found it’s place around your bare waist again and the other caresses your exposed cheek.

“You’re m’world. You know that, don’t you?” he whispered against your hair when you find a comforting spot against his chest.

Delighted because of this statement, you nod and close your eyes, sighing happily. “And you’re mine.”

He declares his love out loud once more before before closing his eyes. You fall asleep to the sounds of his heartbeat under your ear and soft breathing.

anonymous asked:

the flashback in the last episode showed that alfor/red and zarkon/black had a falling out because of honerva('s work), now i read that apparently some people think that lance/red will make keith/black smile softly like zarkon and honerva, which sounds really weird if they're looking for parallels?? but do you think that lance and keith will have a falling out, or at least something happens because of shiro (or because of shiro's arm, with it being made from quintessence)?

Well mean, this idea of someone “softening” Keith like how Honerva did with Zarkon–we already know that person is Shiro. That’s not me being biased either, the show runners have outright said Shiro is the only one really capable of suppressing the volatile emotions of Keith’s galra side. And I’m sure that’s what Alfor was referring to when he mentioned Honerva “softened” Zarkon. It can really be a struggle for galra to keep from getting overwhelmed by their emotions, so it makes sense they’d find partners who can soothe that side of them and alleviate their pain: 

  • Joaquim: “He latches onto Shiro at times because Shiro’s sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check.”
  • Joaquim: “He’s got this emotional side to him.” Lauren: “It’s kind of exasperated by the fact that Shiro’s gone. He’s having a hard time dealing with it, he doesn’t really know how to feel. And I think he kinda just goes back to that inner part of himself where it’s just—he can’t control his emotions. And that comes from the galra side.” 

I mean, talk about softening–in Keith’s intro he goes from this: 

to this when he sees Shiro:

And that’s their very first scene together. First impressions are very important, and this establishes our initial understanding of their dynamic. Throughout the series, you continually see this pattern in which Shiro brings out this vulnerable, tender side of Keith:

So while I can’t see any parallels between zaggar and Keith and Lance’s dynamic, I do agree Lance is set up in a role similar to Alfor. Like Alfor, Lance ends up in a position where he has to be ready to speak up if Keith makes a bad call. Allura and Lance are both the ones really telling Keith it’s time to move on after he’s spent so long chasing after Shiro–so right from the onset, there’s friction between Keith and the rest of the time over Takashi. 

And we know who’s side Keith is on. To me, it’s pretty heavily foreshadowed that we’ll see another conflict mirror this one later on. And again, Keith will be forced into a position where he has to chose between Shiro and his duty as a paladin. When that time comes, I do believe Lance will very much be like Alfor in that he’ll be the one who tries to talk Keith into doing what’s best for the team, even if it means losing Shiro: 

And I can see Keith once again lashing out at the team if he has to deal with that. It’s already been established the thought of losing Shiro to him is unthinkable: “Shiro’s in trouble! I’m going in!” “Stop talking like that. You’re gonna make it.” “Why are we even talking about this? Nothing is gonna happen to you.” “Shiro! Wait!” “We don’t have Shiro anymore either. Everyone seems to have forgotten that.” “No, I’m gonna find him! Shiro is the one person who never gave up on me. I won’t give up on him.” “Please, no.” 

Keith has already vowed to save Shiro “as many times as it takes.” And there’s no way he’s going back on that. So I can see that singular devotion kind of breaking up the team when they find out Kuron is a sleeper agent and Keith insists that he’ll still save him from the galra. And going back to that thing about “softening” Keith, we know from Lauren and Joaquim that Keith’s galra side becomes almost unbearable to suppress without Shiro. It’s when he loses Shiro that he really lashes out and surrenders himself to his grief and frustration. And if he doesn’t get the real Shiro back soon I can see all of that really building and driving him to do something he may well regret. 

I mean, we know when Keith is overwhelmed he says and does things he doesn’t really mean. But the more intense the emotion is the harder it is for him to stamp it out. And there’s no sting quite like what it means to have loved and lost 

All Too Well | Pt. 10 [Final]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 9,575
Author’s Note: Yes, this is the last part of the series, and I still don’t want it to end. I don’t think I’m ever going to be ready to say goodbye to this series. It’s been such a joy getting to create these characters and their dynamics that have led up to this final part; getting so much love for something that you work really hard on outlining and thinking about relentlessly is such a joy of mine. The amount of support this story has gotten over the months has boggled my mind. Thank you to everyone who has read or commented or talked to me about the series; you all have helped make All Too Well by giving me the motivation to push the story beyond what I thought it was capable of. 

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It’s strange what four months away from home could do to a person. In hindsight, four months is a relatively insignificant frame of time, especially when taking a step back to look at the bigger picture. Looking at your life, you know that four months is more of a whirling experience on the grand scale that is twenty-one years of living and breathing on the planet. But you have every confidence that the you who stepped onto the plane four months ago is a completely different you who is stepping off the plane four months later.

There is a freeing sensation, to look out the window from your seat, to see miles of city landscape and for once not be terrified of what lay past the horizon and the vast oceans. To see miles of beyond and actually know what kind of culture, what kind of people, and what kind of places filled the blanks of your mind.

But underneath everything, underneath your different mindset, your achieved goals, the knowledge that you were finally, finally on the path you’ve dreamt of since the beginning—Seoul is the same, and so are the people who roam across the surface. Seoul is still the same, providing a benchmark to measure your own growth with.

There is still the same food that floods your mind, the same night markets that America lacks, the same city lights that you dream about from your own smaller apartment across the oceans. There’s the same hustle, the same music that makes your lips curl up, because it’s a curious thing to not know how much one longs for home until that home has been taken away for four months.

But you’re back, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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The Preschool Teacher - Chapter 8

Harry scooped Jack up into his arms and clutched around his son, who was still stuttering his breathing on his daddy’s shoulder. Grabbing Jack’s things, Harry paced down the hallway toward the exit at the office, as the principal walked to him and began to speak.

“Mr. Styles, may I speak…”

Harry glared darkly at the old man as he stormed quickly past him, loudly opening and slamming the door of the building, giving not one word of utterance to him. The teaching assistant, having filled Harry in on what she knew, helped Harry piece together enough of the puzzle to know he had nothing he wanted to say to the old buzzard, at least not while his child was present.

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The Preschool Teacher - Chapter One

And the winner is…..

The Preschool Teacher! Yes, you voted and, with 36.5% of the vote, this is the next chaptered story! If this is not the story you wanted and you did not vote…vote next time. :) If you did vote for a different prompt, I am keeping the results and that is the order I will write future chaptered stories in, unless a new idea pops into this head of mine first.

All of the prompts I gave you to vote on were from novel imagines I’ve already written or started. This one I created in March and have yet to finish, although I story-mapped it a few days ago to keep me on track.

My inspiration for this story was a voice…the voice of Harry’s son. I kept hearing it in my head, and actually searched for two hours to figure out where I had heard it, because I knew it was the voice of Harry’s son in my head. I’ve pinned it down to being similar to the voice of Peppa Pig (the young Harley Bird, when her voice was still scratchy and raspy and she talked a bit slow like Harry does sometimes)…don’t judge me, I work with young children for a living. If you want to hear the voice before you read the story, youtube Harley or Peppa when she was younger (Harley is 15 now), and listen. That was my inspiration for the entire novel.

I have had huge anxiety about posting another chaptered story! This chapter has been finished for a couple of days, but I’ve had to continually convince myself to post it. I’m nervous, I think because For The Love Of Harry did so well, maybe you won’t like another chaptered story I write. Beginning chapters can sometimes be more informative, but I hope I don’t bore you in the build-up.

So, without further delay, I hope you enjoy this first chapter of “The Preschool Teacher”! If you do, please like and reblog, and I promise to have chapter two available very soon!

Much love to you all! xo

Shelli

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