has anyone else figured this out

He (Antoine Griezmann) posted not only a photo of himself in full body blackface, but then proceeded to tell everybody to calm down after they informed him of how terribly racist it was. So maybe consider he just doesn’t/didn’t care to know or learn about what he has done. Try working on not defending every single thing your “fave” does, and consider the damage of their actions. He is not above anyone else, and certainly not above POC who have to endure endless prejudice, abuse and violence daily because of their skin colour. It is not a fun costume for us (white people) to use at will. And if you still can’t figure out why blackface is racist, use Google and learn to do better and be better for POC before you start saying anything that comes close to allowing this sort of behaviour.

And sure he might remove the photo, he might use some phrase like “I’m sorry if I’ve offended people”, and whilst that is bare minimum, it’s only the beginnings of a true apology and reflection on what he did. You need to keep in mind he has to, like everyone else, learn and understand why it was wrong - which takes more actions and time than just removing the photo and a half apology because of public pressure.

leafiet  asked:

If you could write the plot and dialogs for a single voltron episode, what would you make it about?

Oh man. I have two ideas for this and one is Self-Indulgent and the other is Super Self-Indulgent. But, ideally–episode starts off after Kuron realizes he’s been compromised so he runs away to try and fix things on his own. He believes he’s too much of a liability and is being used to spy on the team, so he has to figure out what’s going on with him first before he can stay at the castle any longer. He doesn’t want to put anyone else in danger. Besides, he has to know what’s happening to him. He needs answers. 

Cue Keith being distraught because “Shiro” disappeared again, but then he finds out about Operation Kuron and that’s where this whole thing starts. So, cue Keith running off on his own to investigate, all the whole furious at himself because how could he not know, but more importantly–all this time, and Shiro’s still lost and alone. As Keith searches for clues he thinks back to how he first met Shiro and all their time together at the garrison. Not to mention the fallout of everything spiraling down after.  

The episode is a character focused solo adventure with lots of flashbacks. Kind of like Reunion, or maybe it’s mostly just flashback like The Legend Begins. After his final flashback, Keith is able to come to terms with the fact that all this time he’s been in love with Shiro, and no matter what, he’s going to save him. But there’s “another Shiro” still out there too, and Keith doesn’t want him to think he has to be alone either. He was part of their team too. So in the last few minutes he manages to contact Kuron and get a brief message through before the comms cut out–“I know, but don’t worry. I’m going to save you. Both of you. ‘As many times as it takes,’ remember?

And then the episode ends with a brief glimpse of the real Shiro on the other side of the rift. 

I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
—  Unknown
50 Rumors And Hooks...
  1. A bandit gang preys on wounded and weary adventurers as they straggle down the road from the dungeon to the city. 
  2. A black cloak was stolen from the Burnt Bridge tavern last night; sewn into the hem is a treasure map.
  3. A gigantic egg appeared in the town square last night. No one knows what might hatch out of it, but it’s going to happen soon.
  4. A deity walks the city streets disguised as a humble mortal. 
  5. A hot-tempered knight has promised all his lands to his brother if he is bested at the upcoming jousting tournament.
  6. A leading churchman has announced a heretical doctrine; his fellow priests have demanded that he recant, on pain of excommunication. 
  7. A wrestler named Drón Goldentress will perform three great quests for anyone who can beat her in a match. 
  8. Agitation grows in a neighboring land for a renewed war against the kingdom. 
  9. An eerie dog with glowing eyes stalks the city at night. The magnificent sorcerer Furioso was bitten by it, and now he can barely remember his own name.
  10. Ditchdiggers unearthed an ornate tin casket the other day. They can’t figure out how to open it, but won’t let anyone else try, either. 
  11. Drinking a poison surely meant for someone else, the meek baker Oswald dropped dead in a tavern last night. 
  12. During the day, the headsman’s daughter appears rather homely, but under the moonlight, she is the fairest young maiden in the realm.
  13. Every hundred years or so, a black, venomous rain falls on the city, killing hundreds of people. A recurrence is months overdue. 
  14. The Superordinate Six, a band of famed adventurers, have failed to return from an expedition to the Rat City ruins. 
  15. Goblins tunneled a good distance under the city walls last year, but the authorities covered it up. 
  16. Grave robbers have been digging up the bones of slain adventurers. They must be working for a lich or evil wizard. 
  17. Luriez the horse trader is auctioning off Bravo, a clever and magnificent steed. His former owner, a luckless mercenary, lost him in a dice game. 
  18. Magic items sold by Antesos Three-Beard have a peculiar way of finding their way back to his shop after the purchasers die. 
  19. Many of a famous knight’s heroic feats were in fact performed by his squire, a young girl dressed as a boy.
  20. Mercenaries have taken sanctuary in the temple; the high priests want them out but are forbidden by the tenets of their faith to expel them. 
  21. Pound for pound, the most valuable treasure in town is not silver or gold, but the cache of saffron hidden in the spice merchant’s shop. 
  22. Priestess Ciana has great healing powers, but those she raises from the dead sometimes take on her personality traits. 
  23. Pulsing green lights are frequently observed near the abandoned mines south of the city. 
  24. Recent rains flooded the catacombs beneath the city; strange things are floating to the surface.
  25. Someone is stealing all of the town’s church bells. 
  26. Somewhere in the city, the priceless Altar of Kych is hidden in plain sight.
  27. The armorer Casabon just received a shipment of Zhenish steel, which will make fine blades for those who can afford them.
  28. The astronomer Harun the Subtle reports sighting a circle of new red stars in the sky. The Royal Astrological Society has offered a reward to anyone who can conclusively explain the meaning of this omen.
  29. The beloved singer Dulari has fallen prey to a terrible illness, one the healers can’t cure. 
  30. The bullying city watchman Moyalva has been extorting money from the weak and helpless.
  31. The courtier Vivando has fallen out of favor with the king, who suspects him of having eyes for the princess.
  32. The exiled prince of Cadis unwisely dismissed a churlish servant who knows too much about his master’s business.
  33. The feathers that rained down on Beggar’s Alley last night came from the wings of battling archons.
  34. The floorboards beneath the Trembling Pig Inn are hollow and full of stolen gold.
  35. Pirates have disrupted grain shipments meant for the kingdom; starvation looms if traders cannot resupply in time.
  36. The high sheriff becomes violently enraged if anyone accuses him of having orc blood. 
  37. The king is a usurper who has the real heir to the throne chained up in his basement.
  38. The king plans to build new watchtowers around the city. Laborers, once desperate for work, will soon be hard to hire.
  39. The king’s chief minister plans to step down, making way for his clever but abrasive protégé. 
  40. The philosopher Frabreck has released another pamphlet arguing for the conquest of the orc lands, so that its peoples can be liberated from evil and placed under the king’s benevolent rule.
  41. The rancher Septimus is raising a flock of strange reptilian beasts on his farm.
  42. The retainers of an unpopular knight quelled an uprising on his lands by fi ring crossbows into an unarmed throng.
  43. The rich merchant Zaguant has learned that pirates have sold his son into slavery.
  44. The son and daughter of two rival merchant families eloped a few weeks ago. Both fathers offer a reward for the son: his father aims to protect him, but the girl’s wants him dead.
  45. Whenever a member of the murderous Lampedusa clan is slain, the weapon used to deal the death blow is permanently imbued with powerful magic.
  46. The young adventurer Brialda carries a shield bearing the crest of the Acatero family, even though, as an illegitimate daughter of that clan, she is not entitled to it. 
  47. An ancient throne lies buried in a field nearby. Anyone who sits on the throne for an entire night will rise from it a wise man or a lunatic.
  48. They say that if you listen long enough to the water lapping against the shore near the statue of King Brand, you will hear the name of an innocent person you are fated to kill. 
  49. They’re slaughtering more than just cows and sheep at the old abattoir down by the piers.
  50. Whenever ravens gather on the clock tower, a mighty hero dies. 
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More Voltron D&D AU stuff! This time I tried to figure out what kind of equipment each member of the party would have. 

Keith has the knife he inherited cuz he wanted to include it in the campaign for his character backstory. And he was adamant that he was the guy who handled the map (based around how he had the big map with pictures connected with string over it in the first episode), and refuses to let anyone else handle it.

I included the Mouse Pouches for Allura and Lotor, since they have both mice that travel with them. Gotta’ make sure they travel comfortably.

And Hunk and Allura both have the golden lion symbols on their equipment due to them both being classes tied to religion. They’re a Cleric and Paladin of the “Lion Goddess” that Shiro decided to include in the campaign. Because of course he would.

And all of their stones of far speech do indeed have the Voltron “V” shape. Cuz team logo consistency.


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Scorpio: Why Does Everything Always Happen So Much

Whenever a Scorpio feels something, anything, it hurts. 

Think of the strange, compelling, almost-frightening pleasure-pain of sex. It hurts, but it’s good, but it’s too much. You want it to stop. You never want it to end. You feel like it could kill you; you think you might die without it. 

Dramatic? Yes.

But it’s not an exaggeration. 

That’s what emotion is to a Scorpio. It’s choking, burning, drowning everything. Happiness, sorrow, love, anger, fear- it’s always Too Fucking Much. Life, for a Scorpio who as not yet learned to control emotions, is an intense, interesting sort of hell. 

Cancer is so weak that a gentle breeze might as well be a hurricane. Pisces actively seeks out or creates excessive emotions to deal with boredom.

Scorpio is a different story. This is a sign that can know, accept, and even embrace powerful emotions, despite being strong and without actively seeking such experiences. 

This is the root of Scorpio’s secrecy: they don’t want anyone else to know how much every little thing, good or bad, hurts. They’re frightened by how intensely they can focus, how long they can obsess, how deeply they feel. If you knew, you’d be frightened too. 

They feel too much, and they also see everything. 

Say a wife is cheating on her husband, has been for some time, but no one, including the husband, notices. An evolved Scorpio can see, with a single glance, exactly what is happening and why. A mature Scorpio knows that it’s best to let them figure it out themselves. 

It can take people years to see what is painfully obvious to a Scorpio in an instant, which is another reason Scorpios prefer to keep quiet: they’re afraid they’re wrong. They feel like they’re crazy for seeing what no one else can. Even if they speak out and are right, people may deny the truth and stick to more comfortable lies. 

So… There you have it. 

For Scorpios, Everything Always Happens So Much and it is Literally The Fucking Worst. Please try to understand.

[also applies to pluto dominants; can apply to anyone with significant scorpio energy in the natal chart; does not necessarily apply to all scorpios, because a good number shut that part of themselves away and refuse to/can’t access it.]

I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.

Everyone’s saying they wanted to see how Lance would have reacted when Keith told the group he was Galra (and so would I LOL) but if you think about it, I’m pretty sure he already knew Keith was Galra

Do you remember their first mission together?

Lance was having trouble trying to figure out the Galra’s technology 

Then Keith came over and helped him out, putting his hand on the hand print, allowing them to get through

Lance was confused, wondering how he’d done it, but he’s not dumb, I honestly feel like he put two and two together eventually, probably realizing that Keith is probably Galra or has some Galra in him

And then I bet when Keith told the team, Lance was probably the first one screaming: “I knew it!” or he just wasn’t surprised at all, but knowing him he most likely bragged about knowing his secret before anyone else did

I find it so cute though that he was probably the first one out of the group to find out Keith was Galra, and that if he did know, never said anything about it but kept it to himself, so Keith wouldn’t become uncomfortable 

Night Drive

Summary: In which you help Bucky combat a sleepless night by going on a night drive.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,366

A/N: Oh hey, it’s me. I guess I’m back.

Originally posted by krisletang

The screaming starts late that night. Or maybe it starts early that morning; it’s too dark outside your window to be sure of the time.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes is easier said than done. Your slumber had been a deep one, as the fatigue from two sleepless nights in a row had caught up to you. Once your head hit the pillow, you were convinced nothing could possibly wake you up.

Nothing except the sound of Bucky’s screams in the room down the hall from yours.

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let me tell you why i love riverdale’s version of jughead jones. 

jughead jones is the son of a deadbeat alcoholic gang member father and an absent mother and brother to a sister who he considers one of the coolest people alive. his father is prone to violence, neglectful, and a terrible influence, and yet through his own actions and intentions, jughead is an intelligent, thoughtful, gentle young man who, despite choosing homelessness over living under his father’s roof, still sees the best in his father and hopes he can become a better man. despite being abandoned by his mother, despite being neglected by his father, jughead never abandons them. he doesn’t resent his parents for their failures; he forgives them, and the only thing he wants is for his family to be whole again. 

jughead jones is a friend to archie andrews, who ditched him over the summer to go bang a teacher, and upon finding out about this, jughead is only concerned for archie’s safety and his potential implication in the investigation of jason’s murder. even when he’s hurt and upset by archie’s actions, he’s still primarily concerned about his best friend’s safety, and he’s quick to forgive him as well, because he doesn’t hold grudges. when he’s left without a home after the drive-in closes, he never thinks to ask archie if he can crash at his place because he doesn’t want to be a burden, and because he’s so used to figuring things out on his own it feels strange to ask for help. but when it’s offered, he accepts it, because he has no ego left to bruise and because he would do the same for archie in a heartbeat.

jughead jones is something more to betty cooper, the girl next door who connects with him on a deeper level than anyone else. he sees her for who she really is, not someone perfect to be placed on a pedestal, but someone real who has very real struggles of her own. when archie finds out he’s homeless, jughead’s first concern is making sure that betty doesn’t find out, because he doesn’t want her to worry, because she is dealing with enough issues of her own. he supports her through the entire polly crisis because he knows firsthand how painful it can be to be separated from a sister, and it’s not something he ever wants betty to have to experience. he clears her mind and she makes him happy, and they fit together better than anyone could have ever expected. 

jughead jones is a boy who had to grow up too fast, who has seen the worst the world has to offer, who projects an image of indifference, but deep down, truly believes and hopes for the best. he is empathetic and kind when the world and the people in it have shown him nothing but hardship and apathy.

this is why i love the character of jughead jones.

because his upbringing and his family could have turned him into a bitter, angry man, just like his father.

because he refused to let it. 

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X men redesign! I definitely tried to get out of my comfort zone with this one, and I think it paid off! There’s no better feeling than looking at a finished project and knowing you’ve leveled up :)

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Under the mistletoe (~900 words)

Cas isn’t too versed in human customs, but it isn’t for a lack of trying. So they indulge him when it’s Christmas, buying every single thing he sees in the store (yes, even the horrible Santa Claus who’s dancing, or more like wiggling his butt when you press a button) and drive back with a bunch of stuff even Dean and Sam have never heard of because Christmas for them was never this big.

The thing is, the fact that Cas really doesn’t know much about these customs becomes a problem. Or well, it becomes a problem for Dean, not necessarily for anyone else, but that was to be expected because Dean always has his special problems with Cas.

By request of Cas, of course they also have to put up a mistletoe because he insists that it’s a Christmas tradition, and it sends Dean’s heart into overdrive. But that’s not the worst thing by far. While Dean is already figuring out twenty different scenarios how he’s going to avoid the kitchen doorway for the next few weeks, Cas and Sam put the thing up, and then… then –

Then Cas kisses Sam.

Because that’s what you do when you’re under a mistletoe together, right, and of course you can’t expect Cas to know. He loves them all, and it’s not – it’s not even a real kiss, nothing breathtaking, nothing proper, he just – puts his lips on Sam for a millisecond and then steps back.

To be fair, Sam’s only reaction is to look at Cas and then laugh, like it’s just a funny misstep which it is, except for Dean of course. So while it’s already over for them, Dean’s mouth is still snapping open and shut again, muttering “hey, hey, hey” for the next few minutes.

Cas looks at him confused, and Dean scrambles to come up with an explanation why you just don’t do this. It doesn’t help that Sam just shrugs, saying “come on, that’s what’s a mistletoe is for” and even worse “do you really want to take it down?” which, no, Jesus.

The thing is Sam kind of does hit a nerve because well, putting down the mistletoe would suck because he wants to kiss Cas, and it’s kind of difficult to explain to Cas what he did wrong when all he can think of is getting a sneaky kiss for himself.

(Which is embarrassing in itself, that this half second of touching Cas’ lips is something he’s jealous of.)

So if he explained, really explained why you just don’t do this – because you have to be in love with someone, not just love them – then every hope of that would be shattered, right, so he just throws his arms up in defeat, muttering something about not being in the Christmas spirit and do the rest of this shit yourself, and vanishes into the hallway to bury himself in his blankets.

After that he both becomes a master in avoiding Cas and stalking him, trying to work up the courage to get his kiss while simultaneously talking himself out of it. Sam continues to laugh, both at him and Cas who’s still completely engrossed in every Christmas tradition from all over the world, and he probably really does look stupid enough to be laughed at but he doesn’t know what to do.

The mistletoe hangs over the kitchen door, looming and menacing, causing him to order food more often than not, and it’s that way until Christmas’ Eve when he’s finally alone with Cas because Sam has to make one last round of shopping for Christmas presents.

In this moment Dean decides that if he’s ever going to be stupid it has to be today, because it’s now or never, and if Cas rejects him then at least Sam won’t know (somewhere inside him, a tiny voice screams noooo, and also: you’re always stupid what the fuck are you talking about which – true).

“We could make something to eat for him while he’s away,” he suggests to Cas and Cas agrees. And why shouldn’t he, because it’s reasonable, really, except all Dean wants is to pull Cas under the mistletoe, of course charming and smooth as fuck like the womanizer he likes to pretend to be.

Suffice to say, it’s not charming as he all but pulls Cas’ arm and leads him into the kitchen because the thing is, Cas actually thinks they are making food and he steps over the doorway, determined to get to the fridge so he has to pull him back, right back under the mistletoe and now they’re standing here and it’s stupid and what the fuck was he thinking and the voice inside his head grows louder and louder as it chants fuck fuck fuck rhythmically and –

Then Cas kisses Dean. And this time it’s not a shy, timid copy of a tradition he read about ages ago, but a proper kiss. One that’s breathtaking and deep and making his heart stand still and flutter at the same time.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he says when they finally pull apart, both their cheeks flushed.

“Is this what you wanted to do?” Cas asks, suddenly looking fidgety. And of course it was, except he was supposed to be the one who’s smooth and cool and just kissing him, but hey, he got all of that and even more, so he’s not trying to complain and just nods.

“Good,” Cas says and kisses him again.

Modern Amis (and co.) Coming-Out Headcanons

(I don’t even remember how the subject came up but @beatlemaniacinthetardis and I were taking about the Amis getting together at someone’s house and telling each other stories from when they came out of the closet. We stayed up way too late last night coming up with these so we felt the need to share) 

Bahorel comes out to his family when he goes downstairs in the rainbowest of rainbow shirts, announces that he’s going to Pride, and just sort of stares at each of them until they understand.

Courfeyrac realizes he’s gay in his preteen years and it takes him like a year to work up the courage to come out to his friends (Enjolras and Combeferre) and family (mom and dad). When he tells them they all just go “sweetie, we know”. Enjolras and Combeferre bake him a confetti cake that says CONGRATS in edible glitter. Courfeyrac cries. 

Feuilly doesn’t really have anyone to come out to, since he has no living relations and he went straight into a job at a young age. He kind of…forgets to, to be honest, so he’s not out to his co-workers. They only find out when Bahorel comes to get him from work one day and he kisses Feuilly hello.  

Like in canon, Cosette grows up into a pretty girl who loves attention. She’s very meticulous about the way she looks and is like nice when she notices guys checking her out. One day, though, a pretty girl smiles at her and does the checking-out thing and Cosette is like oh no when she feels her heart do the THING. She tells papa later that evening, and he’s amazing and supportive because, well, he’s Jean Valjean. He joins her marching in the Pride parade the following summer. 

Enjolras’ coming out doesn’t go so well. He’s pretty much known he likes boys since forever ago, but only tells his parents at the end of high school. His parents are cold and arrange a Nice Girl for him to marry at the age of 25 or whatever. Enjolras fights with them on it, but when they continue to stand firm he decides they don’t deserve to be in his life anyway. He moves in with Combeferre, who he came out to years ago.

Joly and Bossuet, who have basically known each other since birth, come out to each other before anyone else. They then make a pact to come out to their friends and family on the same day. Bossuet’s parents don’t take it so well–his dad is pissed, and his mom tries to push him to go back to church. His friends, too, say “yeah that’s cool” but he can tell every time he says something that even approaches the subject of his sexuality that they’re weird about it. Joly’s, on the other hand, went well. His friends start teasing him like “yeah man I bet you thought you had appendicitis the first time you saw a guy you liked” and stuff, but they’re cool with it. Joly’s family ends up pretty much adopting Bossuet, too. Bossuet’s parents come knocking for him one day and Joly’s four younger siblings work together to slam the door in their face. (Bonus: since those two have a hivemind, they tell each other about being poly the same day.)

The subject of their combined affections, Musichetta, was a total badass about her coming out. She told her parents straight up that she was poly/pan. They were not sold on the idea, but she told them to accept her as she was or she’d leave without a second thought. It takes them a while to get used to the idea, but Chetta answers whatever questions they have. They grow to understand her, and come to love Joly and Bossuet once the three of them start dating.

Jehan has a hard time with it all. They WANT to come out, to family and friends alike, but they want to understand themselves before they try and explain it to anyone else. They tell this to the Amis who are all just like…you don’t have to ever figure it out. It’s alright. No matter who you are or what you do or who you love, we’ll be here to support you. Jehan cries really hard because they’ve been so confused for so long and their found family is saying that it’s okay to be unsure forever because who needs a title anyway? The greatest of group hugs happens that day, Jehan smiling in the centre of it. (Bonus: shortly after that, Jehan asks the Amis to start saying “they/them”. Grantaire buys a ton of neutral-looking clothes with gross flower print that he knows Jehan will LOVE. Enjolras falls in love with R a lil bit more since he knows he doesn’t have all that much money but he spent a bunch of it for Jehan to be happy and comfortable anyway).

Combeferre comes out to all his friends shortly after he meets them, but he never comes out to his family at all. He knows they’re homophobic, and a) he doesn’t like to start fights, and b) he decides that they don’t deserve to know. In an act of silent rebellion, he secretly gets a part-time job as a sales guy at a boot shop for drag queens. Courfeyrac’s the shop’s #1 customer. (Kinky Boots AU someone back me up here)

While Marius is almost entirely on the straight side, but every so often he’ll meet a man who sets his little Pontmercy heart aflutter. Courf is one of those guys and when they end up roommates Marius kind of…”aksdjasgkdhdh Lord save my poor bisexual soul”. But then he meets Cosette. He doesn’t tell her for ages because he’s terrified of what she’ll think, but eventually he works up the courage. She laughs because hey she’s bi too!! From that point on, they point out attractive people of various genders to each other while they’re on dates. (Bonus: one day, Marius and his grandfather get into an argument about politics over dinner. In a moment of passion, Marius stands and yells “LONG LIVE NAPOLEON! ALSO, I SOMETIMES LIKE BOYS!” His grandfather faints into his chair.)

Eponine never really had friends, so she has no frame of reference for what romantic attraction feels like. When she meets Marius, she figures instantly that what she’s feeling is romantic love. Shortly after, she meets Cosette and feels the same way. Now she’s confused. And then she meets the rest of the Amis and feels the same way about ALL of them. It’s very strange to have a crush on everyone, she thinks. With Grantaire and Jehan’s help, she comes to understand that what she’s feeling is, in fact, platonic love. And god, is she relieved to know. The only family members she tells about being aro/ace are Gavroche and Azelma. Azelma is like “I think that might be me too” and Gav is like “sweet, more lovely ladies for me”.

FINALLY, Grantaire. He’s never really given a shit about what gender his lovers were, and never given a shit about who knows about it. He doesn’t know or care whether or not his parents know. But oh, god, then he meets Enjolras, and can no longer imagine loving anyone else of any gender. When the Amis share their coming out stories, he just snorts and says ‘does it count if you’re only attracted to one person?’ and he accidentally stares at Enj as he says it and the Amis collectively suck in a breath because if they didn’t know who he was talking about before, they certainly do now.  (Bonus: Everyone braces themselves when Enj stands up and goes to R, thinking Enj is going to try and start shit, but they start applauding when instead Enjolras grabs Grantaire’s face and kisses the life out of him). 

Pirates Heart (Chapter One)

Welcome to the story! Regency(ish) era here, featuring Proper!Tony with Pirate Captain Steve and First mate Bucky. Buckle in for some angst, some action, some (alot) of smutty smuttness and hijinks on the high seas!

PIRATE MASTERLIST HERE

Enjoy!

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“Tell me about your nephew.” the blonde man commanded, and Obadiah Stane grimaced at the order in the deep voice.

“You misunderstand, Rogers.” he said smoothly, covering his irritation. “My nephew is not a part of this deal. I’m not sure why you would—”

“It’s Captain Rogers.” God the interruption rankled Stane, but he bit back an oath and smiled placatingly.

“Of course. Captain Rogers. My nephew is not to be included in this deal. He is promised to the Viscount, Tiberius Stone, and they are set to announce their engagement any day.”

“I see.” Captain Rogers tented his fingers in thought, giving a critical glance to the man sitting across from him. “And your nephew– Anthony, is it?– desires this marriage?”

“He has no choice in the matter.” Stane waved off the inquiry. “Marrying into a titled family will benefit both of our homes, and Tiberius and he have a favorable relationship.”

“The Viscount is willing to marry someone without a title?” The Captain pressed. “Why would that be?”

“The Starks are very rich.” Obadiah cut the end off his cigar and lit it casually, drawing deep of the scented smoke to hide his annoyance at the Captain prying into their matters. “Rich enough to turn the heads of different levels of royalty, regardless of their Colonial heritage.”

“And you, Stane–” the word was spoken as if dirty and Obadiah had to work hard to ignore the flare of anger.. “– you control the finances of the company until your nephew is of age?”

“Until he is thirty.” Obadiah nodded. “And beyond that, as long as his husband sees fit to keep me involved.”

“And Viscount Stone is willing to do that? Your nephew has no interest in the company? In learning the workings of it?” Rogers leaned forward in his chair. “You and the Viscount will be the ones I report to at all times? I have no interest in being in the employ of a child who has no idea what he is doing.”

“Anthony is not a child, but he has no interest in the company, and will be content to simply be wed.” Obadiah said smoothly. “I have been running the company for nearly fifteen years now, which should tell you that you will have no issues dealing with me. We have several ships, and our merchandise is very valuable, and a Captain such as yourself commanding my fleet would be beneficial for everyone involved. The Viscount as well has an affinity for finances and business ventures, you should not worry.”

“You would require my ship to be part of the Stark fleet.” Captain Rogers mused. “To ensure my loyalty.”

“I can assure you, you will be compensated greatly for it.” Obadiah grinned around his cigar. “A partnership between yourself and Stark Company, with the backing of the Viscount will make us all very rich.”

“I see.” The Captain rubbed at his chin. “I will have to converse with my First Mate, as he would be coming along, as well as my crew.”

“Naturally.” Obadiah agreed. “Tis no small feat to give your independence up to work for the company. But you– a decorated war hero, owner of your own ship with a crew that is entirely loyal– this a smart step for you to take.”

“Hm. I will require knowledge of your routes.” Rogers said firmly. “I aim to know exactly where you travel and when before I make my decision. I would also like to meet the Viscount Stone, to see the man I will be working for.”

“Naturally.” Obadiah repeated. “If you would give me some time, no more than an hour, I will have all of it acquired for you, and the Viscount is staying here in the city, I can send for him shortly.”

“That is acceptable. Is there somewhere I may—” He motioned vaguely. “–take a reprieve?”

“Oh, by all means. This estate has some of the largest, most beautiful gardens in New York, please spend your time there, I will send a servant to fetch you when I am ready.”

“Thank you.” Captain Rogers stood to his full height, putting him eye level with Obadiah. “An hour then.”

“I look forward to working with you, Captain Rogers.” Obadiah managed a smile to hide the way he wanted to snarl at the Captain’s superior attitude. “I will send for you in an hour.”

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So we all know that Akaashi is beautiful, but imagine him being the least photogenic person on the planet. Like, he’s the guy whose eyes are always half closed, and if it’s not his eyes then it’s a weird angle. Doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He takes amazing selfies, but if anyone else is in control of the camera, forget about it. Bokuto and Kuroo get a huge kick out of it. Akaashi tries so hard to figure how other people look normal in front of a camera, but he just CANNOT. “_____ has tagged you in a photo” is his worst nightmare.

“Little Human”

Summary //

“You’re not supposed to be here little human. This isn’t the place for someone like you.”

The sound of her heartbeat is strong in his ears, taunting him, teasing him. Her eyes are scared and his hand is twitching to be on her jaw, tilting it to expose her neck to him. To satisfy this burning thirst he hadn’t felt for so long. He has a rule; never drink from the innocent. As far as he knows she’s an innocent but god she smells divine and her magnetic field is trying to pull him closer. He can’t, he won’t drink from the innocent.

OR

Y/N gets lost on the way to a Halloween party and Harry thinks her costume is insulting.

“Ow, Kate! Any tighter and I won’t be able to breathe.”

“You don’t need to breathe. Pain is beauty honey, pain is beauty.”

“You know what’s really sexy though? Not passing out in the middle of a party because you’re wearing a corset so tight it’s puncturing your lungs.”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe a knight in shining armour will catch you and carry you home. That’d be a bit sexy.”

Y/N doesn’t party.

Her idea of fun isn’t a crowded house, filled to the brim with her drunk peers shoving their tongues down each others throats. She’d much rather be at home with Kate, her roommate, and her cat watching some awful rom-com. She’s an introvert to a tee, but if there’s anyone who can convince her to put on a ‘sexy vampire costume’, stick on some ripped fishnet stockings and paint on some fake blood, it’s Niall. They’ve been best friends since they were five and she’s do anything for him, including walking to his girlfriend, Lilly’s, house in the dark on Halloween night dressed like a themed stripper. To be fair she did owe him, if he can bail on a night alone with Lilly just to comfort her after her asshole boyf- ex boyfriend breaks up with her over text, then she can spend a night drinking some vodka and tropical juice punch and sitting on a couch between two softcore porn scenes.

“Okay, I’m going. Make sure you let the cat back in yeah? Don’t let your boyfriend eat the left over pizza in the fridge and-”

“Yeah, yeah I got it. Go have fun, text me if you need me to fake an emergency so you can leave earlier. Love you!”

“Love you too!”


She’s been walking for give or take half an hour and considering Niall told her Lilly lives about ten minutes away from her house, it’d be smart to assume that maybe she’s lost. She’d tried to call Niall seven times now to no avail and she’s beginning to panic.

“Niall I swear to god, if i die because you were too busy sucking faces with your girlfriend to answer your phone I am so haunting you. You’ll never get laid again, I’ll be there knocking things over and pushing windows op- Oh!”

Interrupted mid-rant by the body of a stranger, she gasps as she falls to the floor, he balance thrown off by the heels she wasn’t used to. Looking up at him, she stutters for a second stunned by emerald green eyes that seem almost inhuman.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.”

For a moment he doesn’t say anything, he just stares. He looks angry and it does scare her a bit so when he reaches out his hand to help her stand up she’s hesitant to take it, he notices this and his exterior visibly softens.

“It’s okay, I won’t bite. Promise.”

She let’s out a sigh-laugh as she thanks him and takes his hand, gasping again when she feels how cold it is. She doesn’t think anything of it, putting it down to the late night autumn weather. He hisses when she touches it, quiet enough for her not to notice but not loud enough to mask the sound of her pulse.

“You’re not supposed to be here little human. This isn’t the place for someone like you.”

The sound of her heartbeat is strong in his ears, taunting him, teasing him. Her eyes are scared and his hand is twitching to be on her jaw, tilting it to expose her neck to him. To satisfy this burning thirst he hadn’t felt for so long. He has one rule; never drink from the innocent. As far as he knows she’s an innocent but god she smells divine and her magnetic field is trying to pull him closer. He can’t, he won’t drink from the innocent.

“I um- I was going to a Halloween party but I got lost. What do you mean someone like me?”

“I just meant… I just meant a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be down here wearing- what are you wearing?”

His eyes flicker down to her costume for the first time and he can tell what it is immediately. It’s insulting to say the least, a corset? Does she think vampires are stuck in the 1800′s? And the fake blood dripping from her mouth? Looks more like strawberry syrup to him.

“Oh! It’s just a dumb vampire costume I got from Party City. I’m not too good at pic-”

“You’re right.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a dumb costume.”

Excuse me?

“It’s not even accurate, maybe two-hundred years ago but now? Now it’s just tacky.”

“Well I’m sorry my Halloween costume isn’t historically accurate enough for you. God, I’ve never met someone so passionate about vampire representation. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were one.”

A tight lipped forced laugh leaves him, oh little human girl if only you knew. Silence overtakes them again and he’s overwhelmed by the sound of her heartbeat again. He’s never heard one quite so loud before and he’s always been able to tune them out but it’s like hers is demanding to be heard by him and only him, knows if anyone else of his kind could hear it the way he could she’d have been bitten and left for dead long ago. He hadn’t fed in a while so he figures it’s just blood lust but he has to get her away from him if he’s going to stick to his rule.

“Well I guess I should head home. Sorry, again, about walking into you and all.”

He should be relieved, she’s leaving and he’ll go find some no good criminal to quench his thirst and then he’ll forget about her and everything will be fine. He can’t, however, stop thinking about the what if’s, what if she gets hurt? What if someone like him, without his morals, finds her? What if he never sees her again? These worries fog his mind as she’d walking away and he’s calling out to her before he can stop himself.

“Little human! Hey, little girl wait!”

It takes her a minute to realise it’s her he’s calling for, remembering she never told him her name but little human? That’s odd. Turning towards him, her confused face is met with his panicked one.

“Yeah? Is everything okay?”

“I just… It’s not safe for you to be walking alone this late at night. Maybe I could walk with you? If that’s okay?”

“You want to walk me home? Well, um, sure I suppose that would be fine. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Y/N… Pretty. I’m Harry.”

Now sure, he knows walking with her doesn’t count as getting her away from him but the anxious feeling taking over him as she walked away was awful and surely he could control himself for just a little while longer. Just until he knew she was safe.


They walked in comfortable silence for the majority of the journey, except for the occasional small talk and him giving her his coat because of her incessant sniffling. The silence was nice, for her at least, it wasn’t awkward and uncomfortable like it was in the alley; it was like quiet between friends who didn’t feel the need to talk. However it was driving him crazy. Knowing her name had somehow made things worse, like when you name a stray puppy which makes letting it go all that much harder. Now, not only is her heartbeat drumming in his ears, now he’s incapable of ignoring the candy like scent of her. The more they walk, the more her heart rate picks up, the more she smells like heaven, the more he wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into her pretty little neck.

“Oh for god sake Kate.”

Y/N’s voice draws him out of his head, noticing that she’d stopped walking and watching her pick up a black cat with one green eye and one blue eye.

“Harry this is Salem, Salem this is Harry.”

Smiling at her, Harry utters a ‘cute’ and reaches out to pet the cat laying in her arms only to be met with a hiss.

“Salem no! Be nice. Sorry about that, he doesn’t really like strangers.”

“I understand, I don’t really like strangers either.”

Giggling, she sets the cat on the ground and moves to unlock the door.

“Would you like to come in? We have some left over pizza in the fridge.”

Faintly, from inside the house she heard the voice of Kate’s boyfriend yell out ‘no we don’t’. Groaning she turns back to Harry, awaiting his response.

“No, I can’t, I need to- I have dinner plans.”

“Oh okay. Well thank you for walking me home. Goodbye Harry.”

“Goodbye little human.”

There it is again, little human, very odd indeed.


“Y/N I’m so sorry!”

“Niall, I’m working.”

He’d been apologising all day and secretly she’s not even mad anymore, just likes watching him squirm.

“Just take your break and talk to me please? I feel terrible.”

Looking up from the table she was wiping down she sighs and grumbles a ‘fine’ before letting her boss know she was going on her break. Sitting down at a vacant table he’s quick to explain himself.

“I left my phone upstairs in Lilly’s room, had no idea you were calling me love. I called you back as soon as I heard your messages I swear, I was so worried when you didn’t pick up. Thought you were dead in a ditch, almost sent out a search party until Kate texted to tell me you were home.”

“It’s okay Niall, I’m not mad. Would’ve answered but my phone was dead and I went straight to bed when I got home. It’s fine, honest, Harry kept me safe.”

“Harry? Harry who?”

“Just this guy I bumped into, literally. He was nice, he walked me home.”

“Sure he didn’t just want to get in your pants love?”

“Niall no! Think he has a girlfriend anyway, said he had dinner plans when I invited him in.”

“You invited him in? Was he hot?”

“He was beautiful Ni but he was a bit strange. Kept calling me ‘little human’ like he wasn’t or something.”

“Maybe he’s not, maybe he’s like that kid from Stranger Things, is she human? Or maybe he’s like Edward Cullen. Maybe you’ve got yourself a vampire boyfriend.”

Winking at her they laugh as she kicks his leg under the table.

“He’s not my boyfriend and I’ve gotta get back to work which means you need to leave.”

“Fine, I’ll go but if you end up in a love triangle with a werewolf and a vampire don’t expect me not to say I told you so.”

“Bye Niall!”


The walk home from work is long and all she can think about is Harry. They’d met so briefly yet he’d managed to completely consume her thoughts. The image of his eyes won’t leave her mind and she can still feel the icy touch of his hand. She doesn’t understand how she could be this hung up on a guy she’d known for what? Two hours? She’d had boyfriends she didn’t think about this much. However what she hadn’t expected was for him to be sat, head in hands, on her porch steps when she got home from work.

“Harry? What are you doing here?”

His head shot up at the sound of her voice and as soon as they made eye contact her pulse was in his ears again. Standing up as she walks past him her scent overwhelms him and he has to put his hand on the wall to steady himself.

“I need to talk to you, it’s important, can I come in?”

“Yes of course, come in. Do you want something to drink?”

“No, no thank you. Look I need to ask you something and it’s going to seem strange and if you say no I understand but if you could just keep an open mind? Please?”

“You can ask me anything Harry, what is it?”

He looks distressed and she’s got her hand on his arm as a sort of comfort but it send electricity down his spine.

“Can I bite you?”

“You want to… bite me? Why?”

Her face changes from concern to confusion in a matter of moments. Can he bite her? Why on earth would he need to bite her?

“That- That’s not an easy question to answer little one and quite frankly I don’t think you’d believe me.”

“Well, why don’t you try me? I promised I’d keep an open mind.”

He eyes her, trying to decide whether or not he trusts her but honestly at this point he doesn’t know if he cares about trust, he just needs to taste her.

“Okay… okay I’ll tell you. Maybe we should sit down.”

Taking his hand, she leads him to the living room. Sitting next to him, she turns to face him. His eyes look worried and it makes her take his hand in hers, makes her think maybe she should just let him bite her if it’ll take the worry out of his eyes.

“Hey, you can trust me okay? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to and you can just bite me. You don’t have to tell me but you can trust me.”

He’s at a lose for words. She’s just going to let him bite her? No questions asked? Why does this make him want to tell her? After staring at her, looking for any sign that tells him to turn and run, he squeezes his eyes shut and breathes in sharply before admitting something unspoken to her.

“Y/N I- I’m not like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I was born in 1881, I was a writer for the papers and I was sent to Russia to do research on an article I was writing about the war between Japan and Russia. It was there that I met a woman, her name was Juliana and she was not like me in the same way that I am not like you. I fell in love with her, damn near almost quit my job just to stay with her in the middle of a war zone. Two months I stayed with her, hiding from bullets in her tiny apartment just adjacent to the market but you see Y/N we couldn’t hide forever. I got shot, I was buying bread from the market when the Japanese attacked. Juliana, she heard the commotion from the apartment so she hid. When it was safe she came out to me, I was as good as dead, and then she did something; she made me like her. That was in 1904, I’ve been 23 ever since.”

Finally, he looks at her, jaw dropped and eyes shocked. This has to be a joke, surely he can’t be serious, right? He’s not seriously telling her he’s 136 years old.

“So you’re telling me that you’re a… You’re a vampire?”

“For lack of a better word, yes. You don’t believe me do you.”

His shoulders drop in disappointment when he thinks she doubts him, everything in him was telling him she wouldn’t believe him but he had hoped.

“No! No it’s not that. It’s just a lot to process. I mean you’re telling me you’ve been alive since 1881. I just- I don’t know Harry, I’m sorry.”

She knows she’s not making much sense but to be fair neither is he. Sighing he stands up and lifts his shirt, revealing his scar clad abdomen covered now with a tattooed moth. Gasping she reaches out to trace of fingertips over the circular indented skin.

“You’re serious? Like you’re seriously serious?”

“I’m seriously serious little human.”

“And that’s why you call me that? You call me little human because you’re not human?”

A laugh of disbelief leaves him as she asks. Of all the questions he thought she might have, one about a pet name he hadn’t put all that much thought into wasn’t on the list, but he figures that she’s right. That is why he calls her that.

“I guess it is, moppet, I guess it is.”

In the mist of everything that’s being told to her, she remembers why he was here in the first place. He wants to bite her.

“You can bite me now. If you still want to?”

His eyes meet hers and before she can blink she’s pulled down onto the couch and into his lap. He takes her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts her head to the side before moving his hand to cup her jaw. She sighs in contentment when he licks the spot he plans on biting, only to be cut off by a whimper when two teeth pierce into her skin which felt a lot like getting two shots at the same time. He moves his thumb from cupping her jaw to stroke her cheek to calm her. When the first drop of blood touches his tongue his eyes roll to the back of his head. It’s euphoric. She tastes like cloud nine and it worries him that he might not be able to stop himself. It’s only when he opens his eyes to look at her that he knows he needs to stop, notices how her eyes are closing and that his hand is the only thing holding her head up.

Pulling away he licks over the spot he bit to sooth it leans her onto his chest.

“Hey, little one, you still with me?”

With a small hum of confirmation he’s lifting her into her arms and carrying her to the kitchen.

“You gotta stay awake for me yeah? Know you’re tired but you need to eat and drink something for me first okay?”

He hears a small, soft ‘okay’ come from her lips as he pulls out some biscuits from her cupboard and some apple juice from her fridge, constantly looking down at her to make sure she’s alright. Walking back into the living room he sits back on the sofa, Y/N in his lap again. Picking up the carton of apple juice he sticks the straw in and holds it up to her lips.

“Here, drink this, it’ll make you feel better.”

He watches her as she drinks it down. He met her yesterday, how could he care this much about someone he’s known for just under 24 hours? How could he care this much about a human? He gives her two biscuits to eat and places his chin atop her head, holding her close to him. He broke his rule, he drank from an innocent, and he can’t say he regrets it. She’s not scared of him like he thought she’d be, she let him bite her. He doesn’t understand what makes her so different but he thinks he likes it, knows he likes her. He thinks he’s going to keep this one.


They sat in the warm after glow of whatever it was that had just happened for about an hour before Y/N had the strength to lift her head and look at him.

“Harry? Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can, little one.”

“Why me? Why did you want to bite me so bad?”

“Well- uh- I’m not sure, to tell you the truth. When we met you consumed my senses instantly, all I could hear was your heartbeat and you smelt like everything good. And when you were going to walk home alone? I was so scared that you were going to get hurt, I’ve never felt that towards anyone before. I’m not sure what makes you different, but I know that you are. I know that I would really like it if I got to spend more time with you.”

Looking down at her, she’s looking at him like he’d put all the stars in the sky and he knows that if his heart still beat it’d be beating for her. Sure, it doesn’t definitively answer her question, but it’s enough for her. She places he head back into his neck and whispers an ‘I’d really like that too’ as one thought floods her mind.

Niall is so going to say I told you so.

Shout out to anybody who doesn’t know how they like to be referred to as. Any one uncomfortable with pronouns, indifferent to pronouns or just figuring it out. Anyone who doesn’t know if they are male, female, genderqueer or something else. Anyone who knows their gender but not how others can address you in regards to it.

Shout out to anyone who has a complicated relationship with their gender, gender in general or if your just figuring it out. It’s fine take your time, no one is bothered and if they are then they don’t matter.


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anonymous asked:

hc: when dick's really stressed he will literally last on an hour or two of sleep a night and neglect to eat like, real meals. i know ur as much of a sucker for dick grayson fluff as i am, i just love the idea of his sibs being like "youre so stupid how are you still alive, even tim eats power bars before patrol and catches catnaps when he's not working on something, why are you like this"

Anonymous asked:  “It’s okay. I’m used to it.” with Dick please?

So, sorry I took a few days to get to this headcanon. I kind of ended up turning into a 3k+ story. Hope that’s okay. Also, this is more hurt/comfort than angst, I think. There’s some fluff right there in the middle, too.

Thanks to @timdrakeothy, because without you, I don’t know if I would have had the inspiration to continue this story. I was very stuck, and you helped out without even knowing it. So thanks!

Also, thank for 500 followers (it’s almost 600 now, but I meant to get a milestone fic out ages ago when I hit 500)!


Tim freezes, because he’d thought he’d just heard—that’s Dick’s voice coming from down the hallway. Which means that Dick is still awake. At four in the morning. After rough patrol that had lasted hours longer than usual.

Well, that doesn’t spell anything good, Tim thinks, and he creeps down the hallway to peek into Dick’s bedroom through the small crack letting soft light spill into the hallway. Tim spots Dick immediately, and he’s lying on the floor, one hand covering his eyes and the other holding his phone to his ear.

“No,” Dick says vehemently, but he’s really still and tense. He sounds exhausted, though, and his next words come out much softer than that first one. “No. I’m fine. Don’t—No, Wally. It’s okay. I’m used to it.”

Dick goes silent, and Tim imagines that Wally’s talking up a storm, even at four am. But then—

“Just—chill, Wally,” Dick says into the phone. “If you don’t stop yelling at me, I’m going to hang up. And then if you still want to yell at me you’ll have to find a way into the manor without Bruce finding out. So just—No. No.”

There’s a pause, and Tim thinks that he should probably start moving. This doesn’t sound like a conversation he wants to be in the middle of. He’s just about to creep down the hallway again towards his original destination—the kitchen, where he’d accidentally left his laptop—when another bedroom door opens from behind him. Tim turns around just as Damian storms out, stomping down the hall towards Tim.

“What is going on?” Damian hisses, doing that thing where he thinks he’s the boss of everything and Tim is obligated to answer him. But he looks—well. He looks kind of concerned, actually, and this is Dick.

“He and Wally are arguing about something,” Tim says, nodding towards Dick’s bedroom, where Dick’s conversation had turned up a couple of notches. “I don’t think he’s tried to sleep tonight, yet, either.”

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Ivar being obsessed with you would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Woah Ivar :) Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him liking how you would pay attention to him and care for him, making him quickly be infatuated with you and wanting you by his side at all times

-Him following you to your house and always loving to look at you work in your field and inside, only to make up his own little spot to keep watch on you

-Him always looking over at you during feasts as he wants to be able to intervene whenever someone is bothering you and doing anything he can to keep some men away from you

-Him getting angry and easily irritated whenever his brothers would mention how they would want to do you, only to do anything he can to make them stop

-Him for once not minding seeming vulnerable whenever you are by his side and actually loving it when you would help him go from one place to another

-Him loving to collect the flowers from around your house to keep them close and feel like you’re right next to him

-Him wanting you to revolve around no one else but him and going out of his way to make you spend time with him

-Him gripping onto you whenever you would hold or hug him as he doesn’t ever want to let go of you, only to do so often when he needs to whisper something in your ear

-Him getting his maids, guards, Floki anyone to just tend, serve and give you whatever you might need or wanted as he always find a way to figure it out

-Him getting his brothers to go get you and join him in his tent, only to confess to you that he has feelings for you and how he can’t stand you being with anyone else but him


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You’re My Favorite

In honor of H’s 23 birthday, enjoy this little one shot! :) 

Plot: What to get to the man who has everything?

Warnings: None. 

Three weeks to H’s Birthday:

“Baby,” Harry groaned exasperation. His eyes rolled back and he let his head drop for a moment, appearing to be completely and utterly done with the subject I had been bugging him with for a few hours now as well as over the past days.

Harry’s birthday present.

And still, he was being close to no help. His eyes met mine and I whined, wanting him to take me seriously, because even though we (admittedly) had been discussing this topic a bit too long now, he somehow still didn’t understand my point.
Birthdays were something I took very seriously, especially Harry’s. It was the first time for me to celebrate his birthday with him given that our relationship was only a few months old and all I wanted was him to be showered with love and spoiled silly. I wanted to make him happy.
Planning his day wasn’t the problem, it was easy. I would spend the night before with him, mainly so I could make sure him being spoiled would start early in the morning already (breakfast in bed, maybe some sex) but most of all I wanted to stay with him because I knew how Harry didn’t like having to sleep and wake up alone. It made my heart ache a little bit and fall even more in love with his sensitive and gentle soul and so I liked the idea of him not having to do that on his birthday, too.
Later, we would have lunch with his mother, sister and step-father so we would be able to exchange gifts quietly and just in the presence of his immediate family. Harry absolutely adored them and I knew he’d love being able to be with just his family for a while, before his friends would join us for a dinner at his favorite restaurant. It was a simple plan and wouldn’t entail too many surprises for him, but I knew that would be what Harry enjoyed most. All of his life was always extravagant and a big deal, so I imagined him having simple family time would be just what he’d need.
What had been giving me a headache for a while now was the most difficult question I’d ever had to ask myself. What makes a good present to a person who could buy the world?

“You are so difficult sometimes,” I argued quietly, nudging Harry’s hip with my own.

We were standing in my tiny kitchen and cooking dinner together, well, less cooking and more arguing about his upcoming birthday. The pans were still empty and the table wasn’t set either. Three weeks. I had three weeks left to get him the perfect present and I was absolutely clueless.

Harry laughed. “Says the one who’s been worrying herself silly over a present for a birthday who’s almost a month away.”  

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I just shouldn’t get you anything then. If I’m just being silly.”

My body turned and I went to reach for two wine glasses, almost dropping them when Harry startled me by wrapping both of his arms around my waist. His chest hit my back and I squealed when his head buried itself into my neck, releasing puffs of hot breath, making me squeal.

“You wouldn’t do that,” he murmured quietly, sounding like a little boy who’d been denied… well, his birthday present.

“Oh wouldn’t I, Styles?” I giggled, squeezing his wrists through the thick material of his grey jumper.

He shook his head, lips ghosting over my skin and I relaxed into him. “Don’t think you would.”

And of course I wouldn’t. But I really was lost. In my imagination, I could see his face lighting up with that beautiful smile of his and his pretty eyes would sparkle in surprise and happiness. I wanted that image to be reality, had seen him wear the expression on other occasions before and I wanted to be the reason why he wore it on his birthday. And the one bloody thing needed for that to happen was missing. An idea.

Two weeks to H’s Birthday:

In my desperate situation I’d called up the only person I could think of, who knew Harry better than anybody else did. His mother. Anne and I were sat in a small cafe just around the corner of where Harry lived. I held my mug of hot chocolate tightly and listened eagerly to the stories Anne had to tell, all of them involving a much younger version of Harry. Anne waved her hands in the air, mimicking Harry’s desperate attempt of rollerblading and I laughed out loud.

“He sounds like he was an incredibly clumsy child,” I giggled.

“Oh he was,” Anne smiled with a nod, “Still is, really. You’ve seen how he used to stumble around on stage. Even broke his foot once, the silly boy.”

“Oh right, I forgot about that!”

Anne chuckled and kindly offered me some of her cookie, which I happily accepted.

“So,” she began, handing me a piece of her desert, “I’m sure there’s a other reason behind you summoning me, other then hearing stories you can mock my son with later.”

I laughed gently and nodded. “Though, I could listed to those stories all day, I did call because I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with.”

A small frown took over Anne’s kind features and she set down her cup. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing too serious,” I quickly assured, not wanting her to worry, “It’s going to sound silly to you, I’m sure. But I just can’t come up with a good idea for a gift for Harry.”

My eyes met hers and I sensed that she was about to ask if I was kidding, because of course it sounded stupid to anyone else, and so I carried on quickly.

“His birthday, is coming closer and closer and I can’t figure out what to get him! That man has everything and if he doesn’t, then he buys it the next day. And even when I finally find something he hasn’t seen before but would love, it costs so much more than what I have! It’s so frustrating ‘cause all I want is to make him happy and surprise him with something nice but I can’t even get him something as simple as clothing! He came around with a cardigan just yesterday that cost £5000! I don’t even own anything that expensive! That piece of clothing he loves, is worth two months of my rent.”

Anne bit her lower lip, her expression serious again and I sighed. I felt so whiny and like an uncreative child, but I really was at my wit’s end.

“It’s the first birthday I get to spend with him and I’m going to fail him completely.”

My eyes lowered to my mug and I tapped the porcelain lightly, feeling defeated.

“Sweetheart,” Anne said kindly, “Harry will love whatever it is you get him. He adores you.”

A small smiled tugged at my lips and I blushed at her words. “I don’t want him to like it simply 'cause it’s from me, though.”

I raised the cup of chocolate to my lips and took a sip, then decided to just come clean with my greatest worry.

“The women he’s been with before me,” I began quietly, avoiding Anne’s patient gaze, “were rich enough to get him the world. What if he realizes that I’m just not… I don’t know. Suitable for his standards?”

The worry sounded stupid when it’d come to my mind the first time, but it’d stayed. Kendall Jenner, the last girl Harry had been involved with before me, was probably just as, if not even richer than he was himself. Same counted for Taylor Swift. They could go wherever he wanted to go, dress just as expensively and rent entire venues for him to host his party. Me? I had to scrap anything I had together every single month so I could afford my tiny apartment in London. Harry of course was aware that I couldn’t afford the same lifestyle as he had, but sometimes, especially when he came around with a £5000 cardigan, I wondered if he was aware how much money he actually had compared to what ordinary people earned.
When I dared looking at Anne again, she surprised me by wearing a bright smile. Both of her hands reached over the table and she took hold of my own, squeezing my fingers in a comforting gesture.

“Him thinking you aren’t suitable for him is absolutely and a hundred percent impossible, Y/N. Believe me.”

“You think so?” I asked timidly.

She nodded, still smiling confidently.

“The women Harry was with in the past,” she shook her head, pausing for a moment, then she continued, “were lovely, sure. But they never stayed around long. They never mattered to him as much as you do. He never brought one home, only introduced them casually over a dinner or sometimes not at all. Trust me, sweetheart, you are the first one he’s let get close to his heart and I can see it every day. You might not notice it because you’ve never seen him without it, but since you’re in his life, there’s an extra sparkle in his eyes and his smile is just a tiny little bit wider. He told me he’s been getting more sleep and that he even learned how to cook. That’s your influence on him, I know that. You’re taking care of him and that means the world. So trust me on this, you give him enough of what he couldn’t get himself every day. No birthday present could ever make you a failure to him.”

“Oh, Anne,” I almost squealed, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. I squeezed her fingers in return and sniffled, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

She squeezed my hands once more and just like her son, her comforting aura was enough to ease me.

“And besides,” she continued in a giggle, “if he thinks I’m getting him anything even remotely close to £5000, he’s gone mad.”

H’s Birthday:

My lips lingered on the warm skin of Harry’s cheek and I giggled when I felt his smile beneath my lips. Harry’s hand found mine on his knee and he interlocked our fingers, humming quietly in appreciation. I could hear Gemma snicker at our interaction and I pressed another kiss to his jaw, then I withdrew. Harry’s eyes found mine and I could read his surprise in them. Normally I wasn’t as touchy feely with him when his family was around, but today I couldn’t help myself. My Harry was officially 23 years old. I couldn’t believe it.
We were sat on the couch in Harry’s living room, Gemma, Anne, Robing, Harry and me. There was cake and coffee on the small table along with the presents we’d bought for him. So far, the day had gone neatly and after the chat I had had with Anne, I felt confident about my choice of present, too.
Harry seemed so happy, relaxed and like he was enjoying himself. Just like I had intended to do, I’d been showering him with love all day long, waking him up with kisses and embracing him every few minutes. For breakfast I’d made him pancakes, bacon and eggs, making sure that the only healthy thing he got was a smoothie. And the sex well, had been mind-blowing.  
I squeezed Harry’s fingers tightly and blushed when he pressed his lips to my own cheek for a moment, as he wasn’t too much into PDA himself either, then he turned to engage in the conversation his family was leading.

“Harry,” Robing began, “I know you’re not a kid anymore, but do you want me to initiate that it’s time for you to get your presents?”

“That would be great,” Harry laughed, letting his arm rest around my waist in a loose hold.

I smiled at him lovingly and felt my stomach flutter when Harry pulled me even closer into his side, sharing his warmth with me. How did he always smell so good?
The first present he opened was Gemma’s. He let go of me and got up to hug her in thanks and joked about how it was the exact same thing he’d been thinking of getting her only weeks ago and she giggled, muttering a “liar” under her breath. Next came Anne and Robin’s present, then came mine. My fingers itched and I swallowed. Though I wasn’t worried about Harry not liking my present, I was very eager to see the excited expression on his face.

“S'big,” Harry said, giving me an impressed glance when he picked up the box I’d wrapped neatly with blue wrapping paper.

He carefully began to pull at it with care as if the paper wasn’t actually meant to be ripped apart and I giggled, resting one of my hands on his shoulder to squeeze it. He was so adorable.
Once finished, he began to tap the cartoon box as if expecting a noise and I giggled at his comedic and silly behavior. Anne shook her head at him but the smile plastered on her face was a big enough sign that she was just as delighted to be here with her son as I was. With careful fingers Harry continued to open the box and my heart squeezed when he smiled instantly.
Since I hadn’t been able to decide on one present for him, I’d gotten him several.
The first item Harry revealed was a bottle of massage oil, his favorite with the soft smell of almond mixed with vanilla. I’d remembered the many evenings where I’d found him on his couch, face a grimace of pain and exhaustion where he claimed nothing could ease and soothe him better than my fingers massaging his tense muscles. Though I was tired on most night when I came home after a long day, I’d always given in. Seeing Harry unhappy was enough of a persuasion to make me help him.

“For when your back is acting up again,” I murmured quietly, allowing my hand to run down Harry’s back in a soothing gesture, “Won’t even complain about it, I promise.”

He chuckled and nodded, setting the bottle to the side before sticking his hand back into the box in search for the next item I’d gotten him.

“Oh I wanted to get that one myself!” Gemma exclaimed when Harry held up the navy blue nail polish.

“Do you think I can pull this color off?” Harry asked me, a smile on his face. “S'a bit flashy, don’t you think?”

“It’s blue, Harry,” I laughed, “Pink would be flashy. And of course you and pull this off. There’s nothing you couldn’t, really.”

The next and last item Harry pulled out of the box was a small journal, similar to the one he already owned.

“I saw yours is almost full,” I explained when Harry smiled at the new journal.

It had the same leather cover as his other one did and since he’d decorated it with small stickers and words, I’d allowed myself to leave my own small message to him. A tiny inscription saying you’re my favorite right at the bottom of the right corner. I’d scraped it into the leather, making it a permanent decoration so he’d have something to remind him of me when we were forced to be apart.

Harry actually blushed when his thumb stroke over the words and he momentarily leaned into my side. My heart hammered in my chest.

“Open it,” I whispered quietly.

He glanced at me briefly, then he opened it slowly. At first he didn’t see it, but once he turned some of the pages he noticed that some of them were already used. And once he began to read what I’d written, he teared up. The grin on his face grew, revealing his loveably dimples and his widened.

“Y/N,” Harry sighed and shook his head.

His fingers kept on running over the paper and he swallowed visibly. He looked as if he found it difficult to believe what his eyes were reading and one of his hands found mine.

“What?” Anne asked, leaning up so she could catch a peek as well.

“They’re just some notes about us,” I explained.

But they weren’t really, not just some notes. I’d filled the pages with small texts and short sentences, all of them about Harry and me. They were tiny stories about us, remembering our first kiss, the one we’d shared standing on Jack’s balcony while all of our friends were celebrating and partying indoors. The second paragraph I wrote about how I’d felt when I’d first met Harry, how excited I’d been and how I hadn’t stopped thinking of him since then. I even admitted that I’d fallen a tiny bit in love with him already.
Harry’s eyes were still teary when he read a few more pages, then he closed the book.

“I love it.”

The words were whispered to the journal, his head held low. His hands clenched around the item and he sniffled noisily. My fingers squeezed his hand and I pressed another kiss to his arm. This was better than having wearing a wide grin. The present, one that I’d gotten him for a reasonable price, had actually made him speechless.

“I’m glad, Harry,” I giggled.

Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you to every single one of you who takes the time to read my one shots! I’m so excited and happy about every note I get. 

Rest of what I wrote: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist