He just fell in love with a boy. That’s what happened. He was a loud, flamboyant, unapologetic young man, who fell in love with another man. That was his “crime”. He has been punished for years and years, because he fell in love with a boy.
*Don’t forget to send in requests. This is my first real imagine and I’d love some ideas for new ones :)*
My heart aches for y/n as I collect my things and make my way to the car, ecstatic to be able to get home after such a dragging and awful day. As I start the engine, my body and mind try to recreate the feeling of closeness and security that I feel when I wrap her into a tight hug and there’s nothing more that I want than to get home and hold her so incredibly tight.
She was most likely asleep at the moment, curled up somewhere on the couch or bed. It was just how it was; I’d come home late and even though she was convinced she was going to stay up and wait for me, she always fell asleep.
So I wasn’t surprised when I came home to a quiet apartment. I kicked off my shoes and made my way to the living room to see if y/n was asleep on the couch. Seeing as she wasn’t sprawled out on the couch, I made my way to my bedroom.
When I entered the room, I couldn’t help the large smile that spread across my face. There she was, curled up under our huge blanket with only the top of her head peeking out. My heart swelled and already most of my stress and worries washed away.
I slowly undressed myself down to my boxers and made my way into the bed with her. I took my time to simply study her. This was a rare state of hers, where she was relaxed and in peace. Even now, she has a slight frown on her face and all I wanted to do was smooth out the wrinkles and erase her worries.
I leaned down and placed a kiss to her forehead and she stirred slightly. I smiled and laid next to her. I wrapped my arm around her as we laid under the blanket together and I felt her stir slightly as I tried to pull her closer to me without disturbing her slumber.
y/n turned around and I watched as she peered her eyes open slowly. The smile and sudden brightness in her eyes made my heart feel ten times larger and all of a sudden I felt as if I didn’t have a care in the world.
“Harry,” she said, a large smile plastered into her face. As she wrapped one of her arms around my lower back and pulled into me, placing her head into the crook of my neck, I felt as if I could cry at the closeness.
“Go back to sleep baby,” I told her, inhaling the vanilla scent of her freshly washed hair.
“Wasn’t sleeping,” she tried to convince me, though it was obvious she was due to her sleepy state. “Just resting my eyes before you got here ’s all.”
I let out a light laugh and pulled her in closer to me. “Sure love.” She gave me a small pout, but buried her beautiful face further into my neck. I let my hand wander to her waist and slid it between the fabric of her shirt and the hot skin of her back. I let my hand rest there, slowly moving it in soft circles.
I felt y/n pull me tighter and the closeness gave me a sudden wave of emotions—happiness, love, adoration. I tightly wrapped my arms around her and felt the need to get as close to her as possible. My vision felt so blurry and I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the wetness building up in the crook of her neck.
“Harry?” She asked, sleepily but concerned. She lifted my face from where it rested and a look of confusion and worry warped her features. “Harry what’s wrong?”
I leaned into y/n’s touch and let my eyes close, the emotions taking over me because all I wanted was her. All I wanted was to lay here with her forever and get to feel this closeness for every second of every day.
“I just love you,” I told her, my voice beginning to get hoarse. “Love you so much it hurts.”’
She looked at me confused, like I was going mad. In full honesty, I probably was. These long nights and early morning where I only see y/n for less than half the day are driving me insane. I just wanted to be with her.
“I love you too Harry,” she replied. She still looked concerned, as though she was wondering why I would cry over love. Though I have cried in front of her, it’s always been over something awful or when I got so frustrated that the only way to let myself go was to cry. It’s not like I cried all the time though, it was very rare that I would, especially in front of her.
“Harry I’m a little lost here,” she confessed, the worry not leaving her face.
I took y/n’s face into my hands and gave her a passionate kiss. She didn’t question it, immediately kissing me back. I felt myself melt into it and I could still feel that faint trail of light tears on my cheeks as I cried over the beautiful girl I was laying next to.
She pulled back for a moment and as I saw the pure adoration and joy radiate from her eyes, I swear I began to cry harder. “’M still worried about you,” she whispered.
I couldn’t help the smile break through my face, even with my stained cheeks. “I just love you. So fucking much.” I told her honestly.
“I love you too Harry,” she said, resting her head back into the crook of my neck. “I always will. Your tears are still kind of scaring me though.”
I smiled into her neck, “They’re not tears of sadness,” I promised her. “They’re tears of love.”
THIS HEART-TO-HEART MOMENT BETWEEN SAREK AND SPOCK IS THE MOST IMPORTANT DAMN THING.
SAREK ACTUALLY ADMITTING THAT HE’S GRATEFUL FOR SPOCK
SAREK ACTUALLY GIVING SPOCK SOME AMANDA-ESQUE ADVICE, NOT SCOLDING HIM FOR HIS EMOTIONS BUT SAYING ‘EMBRACE THEM BOI’
SAREK FREAKING APPROACHING HIS SON WITH HIS FINGERS STEEPLED BEFORE HIM, INDICATING THAT HE IS SO DAMN OPEN TO THIS CONVERSATION, OPEN TO HIS SON, BUT WITH THE TIPS TURNED DOWNWARDS IN A VERY RARE DISPLAY OF HUMILITY LIKE “YOU TAKE THE LEAD. SPEAK I WILL LISTEN”
I CAN GO ON AND ON ABOUT THIS SCENE Y’ALL
HIM ADMITTING THAT HE LOVES AMANDA IN THIS SCENE AIN’T EVEN THE HALF OF IT
SUCH A WHOLESOME FATHER-SON MOMENT THAT NEVER HAPPENED IN TOS, BUT AT LEAST IT HAPPENED IN ONE TIMELINE
Sorry about not posting art lately, I’ve been having slight issues functioning, both physically and mentally. There’s so many things to be worked on and I really lack what it takes. I’ll hopefully get back to posting more art soon!
I’m currently working and over 40 intersecting stories that, a majority of them, have to be re-written and re-drawn, so there’s a lot on my mind.
If there’s any of my characters that anyone likes in particular I’ll draw them! Or characters from media… or anything…
One year ago today, @anexcessofeverything and I had decided to go to a Sherlock tea held by the Baker Street Babes so that we could meet more London Sherlockians. We definitely had no idea that in making this random decision we would end up becoming friends with @cupidford and @hotsmugstache and start off our setlock plans. Forever grateful for y’all and this emotional adventure it put us all on together.
I wish I’d told you I loved you more.
I know you knew it anyway but I wish I’d said to you.
I shouldn’t have waited until we said goodbye.
And I shouldn’t have waited until you said it first. That was a lousy chicken$hit thing to do and you deserved so much better than that.
I just hadn’t said those words to anybody in so long, I wasn’t sure my mouth knew how to form them anymore - but that’s an excuse, I know.
And I never knew if you were in love with me or not. I honestly didn’t. I knew you cared about me a lot and I knew we were close - but I always thought it was just me….. right to the end.
Even when you referred to it as ‘making love’ …. I still wasn’t sure … But I cried when I read it…
Somehow I didn’t think you would say it back and I didn’t know if it was something you wanted to hear. I didn’t know if it would make an already complicated situation even more f@$ked up - and they’re excuses too, I know.
I should have done better by you.
You deserved to be told everyday, over and over until you were sick of the sound of it.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
For what it’s worth, I still write to you every day…..
But you’ll never know that.
Like I still can’t believe I’ve witnessed this. An endgame lesbian marriage between two girls who went to hell and back together and it’s just… So refreshing ? So satisfying ? And so surreal, so strange. I keep thinking about it and I don’t know why but I just want to cry at how unreal this is to me. I don’t even know. It’s just good. And kind of out of this world. I don’t know.
Hussie you will never read this but anyway: thanks, man. This is the fullest I’ve felt in years.
look, at the end of the day, you will be alone with yourself and perhaps potentially some deity, the nature of which we have not be able to fully ascertain.
just admit that you are scared and small and full of hope, viscera, and other non-useful things, mostly invented to excuse your own fallibility and inconsistencies, and this makes you exactly the same as the trillions of humans who came before, and all the ones who will come after.
and at the end of that day, you’re going to sit down with that deity, who may or may not exist, and for whom sitting down may or may not be an actual option (metaphysics is quiet on the subject, re: sitting) and at that appointed time, when you have to put your heart, or soul, or what have you on that objective scale
I’m just saying, I really hope there’s 10% for participation.
Hey guys!! How are you today? I hope you’re all doing well, because you deserve it!
Yes, it’s true: I’m making yet another follow forever! I still haven’t reached my goal, but I was getting so impatient that I really had to do this today! And, of course, I don’t need to hit a particular amount of followers to make one of these. Everyday is “follow forever” day when it comes to expressing how I feel about you guys, heh~. Please forgive my sappiness, but most of you have been following me long enough to know how I am. 💗
I will be tagging as following:
Bold: favorite blogs; Italic: mutuals;
🌸: people I’d like to get to know better.
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