i cannot deal with his face

here have some AUs as if there aren't enough on your dash already
  • “i came to the gym to work out but holy god i can’t stop watching you do one armed push ups that’s so hot” au
  • “this is totally awkward considering before this the only interactions we’ve ever had have been casual nods to each other in the hallway but there’s a huge fucking spider in my bath tub and you seem like the friendly neighbor type please help me” au
  • "you’re the only delivery person who gets to my house in any semblance of the word fast which is why i keep requesting you but you don’t believe me and tease me constantly about it” au
  • “okay i get it you’re a great thief and don’t want to go to jail but i’m the exhausted af detective that’s assigned to catch you i stg if you let me bring you in so i can sleep i’ll get you a good deal” au
  • "okay i get that there are no seats left in this cafe but like i am trying to read here no you cannot have this chair my feet are using it thank you very much please get out of my face now” au
  • “my parents moved me halfway across the world when we were twelve and before that we were best friends but now i’m back and moving in across the hall from you so hi?” au
  • “i’ve been travelling a lot and somehow you’re in every single city i go to seriously what the fuck who even are you how are you doing this” au
  • “we’ve been nothing but friends for our whole lives but then we played seven minutes in heaven on a dare and now i think i might actually be in love with you” au
  • “ngl i thought you were the weak one of this friend group but your whole life just went to complete shit around you and somehow you’re still acting the same so if you want to be weak you can be around me” au
  • “my guitarist quit the night before the gig that could mean the big break for a band that i have put my soul into and supposedly you’re really good but i swear to god if you screw this up for me i will hunt you down and slit your throat” au
  • “it seems we’re the only two people in this class that actually know what the fuck is going on want to team up for this project and ruin everybody’s lives” au
  • “we started arguing about which hogwarts house this one character would be in and we completely lost track of time and now you’re demanding i take you out to dinner is this a date” au
  • “i’m the private investigator that was hired by your ex to track you down and you totally caught me sitting outside your apartment in a rental car so hi what up” au
  • “i came to check out this support group but things have kind of been majorly sucking lately and you were there and i didn’t even know anything was wrong but we’ve known each other for months what gives” au
  • “i’m the lawyer helping you get custody of your daughter and oops you’re all kinds of adorable with her and also i think she’s growing attached to me is this good or bad” au
  • “i meant to text the contact one above you in my phone’s contact list for a booty call but i didn’t realize i hit your name until i sent it so now i’m just sitting here feeling those little three dots hardcore judging me” au
  • “we started dating after months of sexual tension between us but then you moved across the country so now we’re trying to figure out how to make this brand new relationship work long distance” au
  • “so not to be rude or anything but i’ve been coming to this cemetery at this time on this day every week for fucking years and i’ve always been alone up until now seriously what the hell” au
  • “it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au
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2x15 | A Problem With Memory | Promotional Photos

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'I'm a b***h for getting hit by a celebrity?' Woman 'thrown to the floor' in Louis Tomlinson airport scuffle claims she could have DIED from a brain haemorrhage as she hits back at One Direction fans trolling her online

The young fan who claims she was attacked by Louis Tomlinson says she ‘could have died’ from a brain haemorrhage and has faced a barrage of abuse including death threats from irate Directioners.

Ana Becerra, 22, has accused Louis of punching her after she pulled out her phone to film his row with a photographer taking pictures of his 24-year-old girlfriend Eleanor Calder at Los Angeles Airport.

Miss Becerra says she was left with a cut face and was hit in the stomach during the fight with Louis and his partner, who had landed at LAX on Friday after a break in Las Vegas.

In the face of threats and abuse from his supporters she tweeted claims that Louis was an inadequate father, he has been unfaithful and has smoked cannabis, adding: ‘And now he beats women’.

Astonishing footage of the fight has appeared online and the hashtag #WeSupportLouis is trending among his fans who say he and Eleanor are the real victims, with one witness telling MailOnline Louis’ girlfriend was hit in the face and throat by a gang of girls.

Tomlinson, who is said to be worth £40million, recently rekindled his romance with Miss Calder after an on-off relationship from several years ago.

He had been going out with actress Danielle Campbell, after having a baby with American Briana Jungwirth in January 2016.

In the face of an online hate campaign Miss Becerra tweeted: 'I’m a b***h for getting hit by a celebrity? Literally I hit my head on the ground a little bit harder I could have an cerebral haemorrhage.

She added: ’#WeSupportLouis is actually trending he abused a girl!! I COULD HAVE SERIOUSLY DIED’.

Anon Request: Angry “I love you” accidentally blurted out in the middle of an argument. First time saying the L word. McCree, Hanzo and Reaper

Okay, I loved this so very much. I hope you like it, darling! If you have any questions or criticisms, message me.


McCree:

“You’re doing better, L/N,” Gabriel Reyes said, a faint smile on his lips.

“Thank you, sir.” You shifted and stretched your arms above your head, feeling your muscles tense and relax.

“Tell McCree I’ll be with him tomorrow.” Reyes sauntered off as you drifted down the hall, stepping into the kitchen. You caught a glimpse of Jack Morrison as he was leaving, and you shook your head at the strained expression on his face.

You hadn’t noticed your boyfriend until he cleared his throat, drawing your attention toward him.

“Oh, hey! How are you, babe?” You asked as you approached him. When you reached for his shoulder, he leaned away from you, and you frowned. “What’s up, Jesse?”

“Why don’t you ask Reyes? You seem to enjoy spendin’ time with ‘im,” Jesse asked, not meeting your eyes.

“Because he’s training me. I’m sorry if I don’t want him to yell at me,” you said.

“Accordin’ to everyone else, he’s been gettin’ real handsy with ya.” McCree stepped around you, and you narrowed your eyes.

“He’s training me, Jesse. God, why are you acting like this? You know that he isn’t interested in me!” You said, shaking.

“But I don’t know that, darlin’!” He yelled, facing you, “For all I know, he’s waitin’ for ya right now!” His voice cracked, and you realized he was on the verge of tears. His eyes darkened, and he dropped his head, removing the hat from his head. Jesse ruffled his hair and slumped against the counter, staring at you with pained eyes.

“Do you really not trust me enough to know that I would never do something like that?” You asked, your voice straining.

“I love ya!”

The room went silent, and you noticed Gabriel and Jack standing near you, a few other recruits crowded around behind them. You shied away from their curious stares, and Jesse turned his head toward them. Jack and Gabriel were quick to push them down the hall until the both of you were alone once again. Licking your lips, you glanced over at your boyfriend and smiled.

“I love you, too,” you whispered.

Jesse turned his attention toward you, and his eyes softened. You nervously crossed the room and stepped into his arms, burying your face into the curve of his neck. He embraced you against his chest, and you gently kissed just below his ear.

“Sorry, sweatpea,” he whispered, “God, I love ya so damn much.”

Hanzo:

You were carefully tending to your wounds as Hanzo paced the length of the room, silently brewing in his own anger. A hiss fell from your lips, and he turned, staring at you.

“If you hadn’t been so reckless, you wouldn’t be in pain,” he said.

You glanced at him and frowned, turning away from him. Already frustrated, you didn’t want to deal with his judgement, especially when you had kept your friends safe.

“I don’t understand why you feel the need to be so heroic. It will get you killed one of these days,” Hanzo said through gritted teeth.

“I don’t understand why you feel the need to treat me like a damn child,” you growled, refusing to look at him.

“I am trying to protect you.”

You muttered something underneath your breath, silently mocking him, and you flinched when you felt the alcohol seep into your wound. The blood had stopped, but you were terrified of getting an infection. Stretching your legs out, you bandaged your arm and slipped off the edge of the bed, rising to your feet.

“Look, I’m fine. I have all my limbs, and I’m breathing. I don’t get why you’re so upset!” You said, slowly reaching your limits.

“But you could’ve died! You shouldn’t worry about everyone else when your life is on the line!” Hanzo said, struggling to keep calm. In situations like these, he was typically the one that kept a level head, so seeing him upset made you back away.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t think about myself when all my friends were about to die!” You shrieked, your face an unattractive shade of red. Your fists were clenched at your side, and you were trying to keep your breath steady.

He muttered something in his native tongue, shaking his head as he swept a hand through his hair. The dark tresses fell free and fluttered around his face, momentarily distracting you from the argument.

“It’s not that big of a deal, Hanzo! I’m alive, and I’m fine! Angelea has told me that I’m fine and healthy. You don’t need to worry so much,” you said, staring at him.

“I do have to worry about you!” He yelled, meeting your harsh gaze.

“Why?”

“Because I love you!”

Your heart skipped as he let his shoulders fall, nearly collapsing. Chewing on your nail, you approached him and placed your hands on his chest. He shifted and met your eyes, the anger dissipating. Hanzo seemed defeated as you took him into your arms, holding him close.

“I cannot lose you, my love,” he whispered, his face buried in the curve of your neck.

“You won’t, Hanzo. I promise that you won’t lose me. I’m sorry for scaring you and for yelling at you. I-I just didn’t realize how much I meant to you.”

“You are my world, Y/N,” Hanzo said as he leaned back, staring down at you.

After a moment, you smiled and said, “That was the first time you told me that you loved me. It feels so wonderful. I-I love you, too, Hanzo.”

He kissed you softly, his arm curled around your body, and you leaned into him.

“I won’t purposefully put myself in danger again. Promise.”

Reaper:

You understood that Reaper was not an affectionate man, and he had informed you of this when you first started your relationship with him. However, that didn’t stop the doubt that flooded your mind. Sitting on the floor of your room, you were fiddling with the one photograph you had of him where he looked somewhat pleasant, a faint smile on your lips

Black smoke billowed around your feet, and you turned your head, watching as he phased into the room. His shoulders were tense, visibly upset, and you realized that this would not go well. Rising from the floor, you nervously twisted a strand of hair around your finger, worrying your bottom lip. He was already uncomfortable and angry, and you were going to make it worse.

“I need to talk to you,” you said. He grumbled beneath his breath, his words barely audible. You sighed and inched closer to him. “Uhm, do you want to be with me?”

Reaper went rigid, turning to face you. Though you couldn’t see his face, you could feel the heat of his stare, his smoke spilling from the slits in his mask. You stumbled back as he stormed toward you.

“What?” He asked, his voice much deeper than it typically was. A shiver went down your spine as you dropped your eyes.

“It’s just that, well, you don’t always act like how a boyfriend should act and—“

“Do you think I have the time or the desire to spend every waking moment with you?” He asked, his word twisted with venom.

You felt you stomach drop, and you frowned, anger welling up inside of you.

“Well, when you asked me to be your partner, I thought you would at least acknowledge me when I happened to be around you! I thought I actually meant something to you, but I apparently don’t!” You yelled, shaking with frustration.

Reaper turned away from you, and you realized he was about to leave. Tears prickled the corners of your eyes, and you sniffled, your heart racing.

“Can you not realize that I love you?!” You screamed. When you noticed what you had said, your eyes widened, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. Neither of you had said that before, and you were afraid of what he would do. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just going to go.”

You began to gather your things, your hands trembling, when a pair of arms hooked around your stomach. You froze, tears silently spilling down your cheeks, and the heat of his body seeped into your clothes.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered into your ear. Though he sounded as he always did, there was something in his voice that made your heart ache.

You wiggled and faced him, staring up at his mask. Furrowing your brow, you reached and removed it from his face, smiling when you saw the man you had fallen for.

“Say it again,” Gabriel said.

“I love you, Gabriel Reyes. I love you, I love you, I love you.” You stood on the tips of your toes and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I love you,” he said, and your heart skipped.

anonymous asked:

Why do you think Sherlock was 'road-testing' (practising) dancing to the piece he composed for John and Mary, considering they were the only ones going to dance to it? It was the morning of the wedding, presumably he'd already taught John by this point. Do you think he was imagining dancing with John? Do you think he hoped he would dance with John at some point that night?

My first thought when I saw that scene was that he was practicing dancing to it just to make sure it was…well, a “danceable” composition, if that makes sense. Checking the tempo, feel, rhythm, etc. This is his gift to John and Mary and, just like his speech, he’s terrified of screwing it up.

As to your other questions…ugh. UGH. That whole “I taught him conversation” at the end of TSoT conversation just wrecks me. I mean, this has just happened:

Sherlock’s true feelings are briefly written all over his face, and John absolutely cannot deal. He looks down, has a second of wait, what? glances back up to confirm he’s seeing what he thinks he’s seeing, and yeah. He can’t look. He can’t face those feelings.

Sherlock sees that, and he gives John an out. He tells them to go dance. Mary (very considerately) asks “what about you?”, they joke about there being “limits,” and then the tutoring conversation happens.

Here’s how I read it (lining up the dialogue with the gifs):

SHERLOCK: “Don’t worry Mary, I have been tutoring him.”

JOHN: “He did you know…”

JOHN: “Baker Street behind closed curtains.”

I put a delay on the last frame. It lines up with John’s “closed curtains” comment. See how Sherlock’s kind of trying to laugh along until John makes that joke? He glances at John with a confused, almost hurt expression here.

John, meanwhile, has gone into full-on bro mode. It’s his way of utterly denying what he’s just read on Sherlock’s face. His shield is fucking UP. I love John Watson dearly, but I have a hard time watching him here, because he’s truly being a dickhead.

JOHN: “Mrs. Hudson came in one time.”

JOHN: “Don’t know how those rumors got started.”

A careless glance at Sherlock, a dismissive joke about their dance lessons and years of rumors about their relationship, a flippant laugh (seriously, listen to the way he laughs there, it’s SO not his normal laugh)

brush it off, never meant a thing, face the wife, face AWAY from Sherlock, don’t look back don’t look back don’t look back

He gets super affectionate with Mary. And yes, I know, it’s their wedding, they’re dancing, they’ve just learned she’s pregnant. But we’ve seen John act affectionate with Mary and this is different. John might as well have NO HOMO stamped on his forehead here.

He. Can’t. Deal.

And Sherlock knows it.

Did he imagine, after their lessons, maybe getting the chance to dance with John at the reception?

Possibly. Probably. He did just tell Janine (and us viewers) that he loves to dance and has been “living in hope for the right case.” Well, he’d solved quite a case this evening.

And after all, John had danced with him before during their lessons. Maybe Sherlock thought John was comfortable with it – comfortable enough with his own sexuality, whatever he considers that to be – to dance with his friend at his wedding reception, his best friend, his best man. It doesn’t mean anything unless it means something.

 

But no, that was “behind closed doors.” Can’t let anyone see that, nope. That’s how those rumors got started. Those silly, meaningless rumors that meant absolutely nothing, just everyone in the world reading too much into this totally platonic friendship, right mate?

Maybe they could’ve danced in front of everyone, because it wouldn’t mean anything. Except John read the real meaning on Sherlock’s face, and nope, not gonna happen now, can’t face that, can’t deal, shields up.

Because it would have meant something to Sherlock. Just like it did “behind closed doors.” It means everything. And he doesn’t care who knows, not anymore.

But John cares. Right, Sherlock? John cares who knows. He cares what people think. It really bothers you. What? What people say.

It still bothers John. He can’t deal with Sherlock’s feelings, and he can’t deal with his own. John’s shield is up and who knows if he’ll ever lower it again. And Sherlock accepts that, and he respects it, and he does the only thing he can do now.

Shields up.

Well. I didn’t mean for this meta to happen. Time to go cry into my soup.

anonymous asked:

16 ZACH DEMPSEY FLUFF!

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“Jesus Christ, you look like shit.” Jess walked in my room, pulling the curtain open for the first time in a couple of days. I blinked and curled into my blankets, unearthing a few empty cartons of Ben and Jerry’s from the end of my bed as I narrowed my eyes at her through the small opening in my comforter.

“Get up.” Jess wrinkled her nose at the trash thrown everywhere, and reached over my bed to rip the covers off of me. I groaned loudly, my high pitched noise frightening Rufus, who jumped up from the end of my bed and began to growl, his ears up and alert as he mustered all the ferocity an obese corgi can. I shoved my head into my pillow, mumbling something incoherent as Jess began to tug at my legs. “I don’t know what you just said. Get-the-fuck-up-, Y/N.” She accentuated each word with a pull on my legs. “Jesus, you haven’t shaved in a while.”

“Ha ha.” I mumbled, face still buried in the pillow. “Suck for you.” 

I could practically feel Jess roll her eyes as she sat down on my bed, placing a reassuring hand on my back. “Look. I know the breakup was hard on you. I know Zach fucked up, and we both know that the reason he gave was bullshit. Focusing more on school? Sure, Zach. But that’s the past. You can either sit here, mope, get greasy and smelly as you focus on something that happened and can’t be changed, orrrrr you could get up, throw on a super cute outfit and go hella slutty tonight at Bryce’s party. C’mon, this’ll be your chance to make Zach jealous! It’ll so be worth it.”

I felt my heart sink at the mention of his name, but the opportunity to make Zach wish he could have something he let go was too tantalizing for me to pass up.

“Fine.” 

With Jess there, I was ready in less than half an hour. She’d poked and prodded with makeup brushes and lipsticks, and yanked and tore my hair after I had showered, and pulled out the shortest dress I owned with the highest pair of heels I owned.

“Holy SHIT! Your ass looks amazing in that!” My eyebrows shot up as I turned quickly to look at my butt in the mirror. 

“Huh. Wouldja look at that. You’re a miracle worker, Jess.”

“Look, Y/N. When your mom calls me, worried out of her mind because you haven’t left your room in three days, I start to get worried and of course I have to come and help. What are best friends for? Now c’mon, let’s go fuck up Zach Dempsey.”

She hugged me quickly and led me out to her car. She chattered on endlessly about cheerleading and tests and Justin as we drove, with me responding with the occasional word of encouragement and interest. I mostly watched the trees passing by, blurring into one another as day turned into night. We had just pulled up into Bryce’s driveway when Jess turned to me.

 “Now, I don’t want you to worry about anything. I’ll be DD’ing, so you just go and have fun.”

I smiled for the first time in a while. “Thanks, Jess. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Love ya.” With the confidence of a newly single girl ready to take on the world, I stepped out of her car and strutted to the front door, smiling at every person I passed and making a beeline for the kitchen, where the drinks were. Before I could set foot onto the tiled floor, Bryce slid in front of me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “Hey, Y/N! Good to see you out and about!”

“Hi Bryce.” I muttered, pulling away. He always gave me the creeps. He was a total player, like most of his friends.

“C’mon, Y/N! Let me get you something to drink.” He smiled, that charming, irresistible to many smirk. And then, I decided- fuck it.

“Sure, Bryce.” I smiled, curling into his arm as he led me out back to a keg. 

“I’ll be back in a sec.” He winked, then reappeared a second later, handing me a full Solo cup of lukewarm beer.

“Thanks.” I took a sip, grimacing slightly, and turned to make my way back into the house, until I heard a low whistle from Bryce.

“Wow, Y/N. I didn’t know you had such a nice body. Damn girl. I know you must be searching for a rebound, so hey. I’m right here.” He had stepped up right behind me, and whispered that softly into my ear, his breath warm on my cheek.

“No thank you, Bryce. I-” I pulled away, but Bryce grabbed my waist and pulled me back towards him, groping my ass as he pulled me closer. “Bryce, get-” 

I was just about to turn and hit him when I heard a deep voice that simultaneously comforted me and sent a chill through me, shattering the semblance of confidence I had before.

“Bryce, I think you heard her say no.” Zach stood there, all 6′3″ of him, looking imposing as he crossed his arms over his chest, making sure his biceps were bulging as he looked down at Bryce. “C’mon, Y/N.” He stretched out his hand to me and I hurried away from Bryce, grabbing on to him and walking further into Bryce’s huge backyard.

He led me to the gazebo that sat under the shade of a huge oak tree, and sat down next to me on one of the benches. I moved away from him, leaving a gap between us as we sat wordlessly. I watched the moonlight dance through the gazebo as the trees shifted in the wind, and I felt myself shudder as that same wind blew harder through the gazebo. Zach shifted slightly, and I felt the heavy and familiar weight of his varsity jacket on my shoulders, covering up the too tight, too slutty dress. 

“Much better.” I heard Zach mutter.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

“No, I think you said something, Zach. Please, enlighten me.”

“I said, ‘much better.’ I don’t like the way guys were looking at you in that dress.”

I turned to him, anger blazing in my eyes. “You lost the right to be concerned about guys looking at me about three days ago.”

He stiffened, and looked away. “I…”

“No, Dempsey. Sit down and listen. We dated for a month, which really isn’t that long, I get it. But we’d been hooking up and we’d been friends for a helluva lot longer. So I think I deserve more than a fucking text message that I get at eleven at night saying ‘I can’t do us anymore.’ I deserve a lot more. It was hard, it’s been hard, Zach. It’s not fair to me. I deserve an explanation, because you and I both know that the ‘school’ excuse is bullshit. I thought I meant more to you than that, but I guess not.” 

I shrugged the jacket off, letting it crumple in a heap on the ground as I stood up to leave, but Zach caught my wrist as I stood.

“You mean a lot more to me. I never meant to hurt you.” 

I rolled my eyes as I felt them start to tear up. “You did. You really, really did.” I let out a humorless chuckle as the tears started to flow. “I thought I was done crying over you.” I stood for a second, wiping the mascara stains off my face. “I still am waiting for your explanation.”

Zach sighed, looking down at his feet. When he made eye contact with me again, I was surprised to see his eyes glistening as well.

“That’s just it, Y/N. I don’t have an explanation. I…I never meant to break up with you. I just…I fell too fast. And I got scared. But the minute I did it I regretted it. I regretted it when I realized how upset I was. And you bet your ass I regretted it a thousand times more when I heard from Jess how badly you were taking it…the only reason I came here tonight is to apologize. And to tell you that, if you’ll take me back, I won’t fuck up again. And…to say that I love you.”

My head shot up as he said those last three words. Something in my eyes must’ve told him it was right, because he leaned in and gently kissed me, placing his hand on top of mine. It was tender, hesitant, and perfect. I pulled away, wiping his eyes as I shakily smiled. “I accept your apology, I take you back, and…I love you too.” Zach smiled victorious, and pulled me in for a hug, my head fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck.

“Seriously, though, as much as I love that dress because damn it makes your ass look beautiful, please put my jacket back on because I cannot deal with the way the other guys look at you.” I rolled my eyes and smiled as Zach leaned down to place the jacket on my shoulders and pull me in close, kissing me on the forehead.

“It feels so nice to be able to say that I love you to your face, Y/N.”

“You’re a dork. But ditto.”

I’ve said it before and I’ll say a-freaking-gain, from the perspective of a disabled poc, DCEU Superman is relatable. He is the Superman of this generation. The world that exists in the DCEU is the precise parallel of the world we live in right now. The people squabbling over whether this man who is not from their world, a man who has done no harm yet based on false perceptions fueled by xenophobia and hatred of anything that is not the “majority”’s kind.

Unable to fit in, unable use his native name, fear of being revealed, forcibly assimilating into society, watching as people who don’t know him, don’t know his heart, and only judge him because of where he’s from, not caring that this man precisely grew up among them and never did them harm regardless, judging him based on terrorist actions of a few that he had nothing to do with, and so on.

I could literally switch out Superman’s name for any minority when describing what he deals with and y'all know it’s the precise similar things minorities go through. You literally cannot debate on DCEU Superman’s relation to this generation. The Superman Zack Snyder has given us is the real Superman. It’s raw. It’s honest. It’s the bold truth. Every way that the media in the DCEU reacted to Superman is a direct reflection of how this world is. It’s only “controversial” if you choose to reject the very real struggles he faced solely because of his identity. It didn’t matter to the world that he was a good person, it wasn’t enough of what he did for people, they rejected him. That is more relatable than anything else rn. To me, as a poc I identify with those nuances and those struggles.

He’s our Superman. He’s my Superman.

12x10

Yep, another picspam review. I mean, with this episode, how could I not? I was broken for a full two days, so of course it warrants me repeatedly smashing my face into the keyboard… which is pretty much what this entire post is. Face smashes and screencaps. (And boy howdy, do I mean screencaps. There’s a LOT. *rolls around in all of the caps*)

I actually did not have all that much time to get online yesterday, so this time around I don’t believe I’ll be unintentionally quoting any of you guys. \o/

First, I will share this… I get my legal digital copies from Google Play (I have Android everything, including a fucking television that’s running Android… of course I use Google Play and also ‘cuz fuck a whole lot iTunes). Someone at Google knows exactly what they’re doing because THIS is the picture they decided to use as the thumbnail of this episode. And I am DYING because this exact moment is when Cas says, “get out” and Sam is just staring like, “omg mental note do not fuck with Cas right now.”

Yah, that’s perfect. YOCKEY: I am Cas. Get the fuck out, you broke me. I am also Sam. I cannot believe you just did that jesus fuck.

(Side note: that picture is taken with my Android phone of my Android TV.)

That said.

Number of Obligatory Dean Wall Slams: TWOOOOO!!! Yockey, you speak to my heart.

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anonymous asked:

In your point of view, what made Bellamy fall in love with Clarke Griffin?

The short and obvious answer here is “who she is,” but I highly doubt you came here for that, nonny, so let’s go through this shit moment by moment.  (And this is less “what made him fall in love” and more “the evolution of Bellamy’s feelings for Clarke from his standpoint” because that’s something I can unpack for days, and also it is easier to talk about because “what makes someone love someone else” is a very ephemeral thing and hard to parse).

1) Mercy-killing Atom.  I don’t think he fell in love with her then, but Clarke’s willingness to do what he couldn’t– even though he knew it was necessary– completely upended Bellamy’s preconceptions of Clarke Griffin: Privileged Princess.  That had to happen for him to fall in love with her, and the look on his face (awe, sadness, confusion) is fucking epic.

2) The shooting lesson in Day Trip.  That’s the moment where you see Bellamy be like “oh shit she’s pretty oh shit oh shit oh shit.”  It’s really him being aware of being attracted to her, even if he doesn’t really follow through on it.  Not love yet though, I don’t think.  But Feelings + Attraction.

3) The moment under the tree in Day Trip, obviously.  Bellamy getting forgiveness he doesn’t think he deserves and Clarke being there for him at his lowest– that’s a pretty fucking key moment in their relationship, because Bellamy is used to being the one giving emotional support.  Receiving it from someone else, especially someone he values as much as Clarke, was clearly a game changer for him.

4) Literally every time Clarke checks in with him in season one on leadership decisions.  She’s showing her trust in him and his decisions and for Bellamy that is a sign of enormous respect.  He repays her in kind by trying to shield her from any negative fallout, like when he tells her she doesn’t have to be there for Lincoln’s torture.  She shows him she values him so he shows her how much he values her.  God, these two.

5) The Hug in 205.  Up until that point, I don’t think Bellamy had really thought about what Clarke meant to him.  It was just instinctive– I need her and therefore I will protect her/do my best to find her/do my best to lead our people the way she did.  He had a few moments of “oh god she’s pretty” in Day Trip and Unity Day, but I think it took Clarke tearing across the camp and jumping into his arms for him to be like oh yes you are my Person.  Mostly because I don’t think he realized that her feelings for him were just as strong until that moment, and he’s very much a Conceal Don’t Feel person.

6) I can’t lose you too.  It’s a reprise of the Hug, but this time it’s verbal and it’s Clarke saying I just lost someone I love and I am putting you on that level.  It’s an explicit acknowledgment of how important he is to Clarke and he can’t even look her in the eye afterwards.

7) I was being weak.  This is a step back for Bellamy, because I think this is the moment he put his Clarke Feelings on hold.  He’d been tentatively getting used to acknowledging that he cared about her a lot more than he cared about any one else, and while I don’t think he was planning on saying anything about it (especially not after Finn) I think he was mentally preparing himself to be in the “I am in love with Clarke and she loves me but not like that” feelings area.  But then Clarke basically says “no, actually your life is totally expendable to me” and so he’s like BACK INTO THE BOX THESE FEELINGS GO NEVER TO BE SPOKEN OF AGAIN.

8) Of course, those feelings are like, constantly lurking under the surface and breaking through for the rest of season two, like when he smiles at the sound of her voice or decides to help her commit mass murder to save their people or tries desperately to convince her not to leave him alone.  But he’s officially Not Talking About It.

9) The moment when Bellamy decides to infiltrate an enemy army because he cannot stand the thought of Clarke being in danger not one more second.  I think seeing her tied up was the moment his heart went “yeah remember how you were Not Dealing With These Feelings?  They’re baaaaaaack.”  He just completely gives in to how much he loves her and touches her face with wonder and then when he loses her again he just snaps.  

10) The fight in Arkadia when Clarke comes back after the massacre.  I think this is the moment where he’s just completely given up, both in terms of fighting his feelings and in terms of thinking they could ever be reciprocated.  Which is not to say that he’s upset with her for not reciprocating them– he’s mad about a whole lot of other things but definitely not that– but just that he’s dealing with about 400 different feelings at that point and all of them are negative.  He knows he loves Clarke and he knows he chose her over Gina and that resulted in Gina dying, and he “knows” that Clarke doesn’t feel anywhere near as strongly about him as he does about her (this is a misperception on his part, but an understandable one) and he knows he needs Clarke to center him and he “knows” she doesn’t (again: not true, but I get why he would think that).  He’s legitimately angry with Clarke for leaving him behind to deal with the fallout from Mount Weather alone, which is completely separate from his romantic feelings for her, but that compounds how awful everything is for him right then.  It’s a sad moment, but I think it was a very clarifying one for Bellamy.  He loves her and she left him and everything fucking hurts.

11) The Beach Hug.  This is another clarifying moment, because Bellamy realizes he can let go of his anger towards Clarke.  He’s never had the ability to choose to forgive someone, remember, because his whole world before about six months ago was his mom and his sister and no one else.  He always had to forgive the Blake women because he loved them and they were his family and that’s what family does, but Clarke presented a new challenge: someone he loves who hurt him, but whom he has the choice to forgive.  If he wants to never speak to Clarke again, well, it’ll be difficult, but he could do it.  He could nurse that grudge until the end of time if he wanted, but he decides he doesn’t.  He chooses to love her even though she hurt him, and I think this is when we shift back to 2B Bellamy: In Love, But Not Talking About That, and we stay with that Bellamy through the rest of the third season.

12) The List.  I think this the moment where he came closest (so far) to admitting to Clarke that he loves-with-a-capital-L her.  He’s so gentle with her even when refusing to let her win the argument, and it’s just so clear that he doesn’t see the point in living in a world without her.  But he didn’t say anything, and I suspect it is for two reasons: 1) out of respect for Clarke’s feelings (he knows she was in love with someone else who just died) and 2) because he doesn’t see the point in saying anything.  He thinks the world is ending, and if Clarke isn’t ready to hear I love you from him he’s not going to say it.  It’s enough for him that he knows it, at least for now.

Okay, so in summary: it’s hard to say exactly when Bellamy fell in love with Clarke, but I think it happened at some point in late season one and he officially started to realize it in mid-season two, shortly before Finn died.  He shoved those feelings back where they came from (or so help me) until early season three, but when he actually admitted those feelings to himself it was when he was in a very dark and bitter place.  I think he has finally made his peace with those feelings, and as of now (404) I think Bellamy would say “Yes, I love Clarke Griffin but I can go to my death without telling her so.”  

Revelations

AAAAAAAAAAAH.

So. My second fanfic. Here, as promised. What is more, within the confinements of the very vague promise of “someday” that was given (Inspired by this ask I received).

I have been working very hard (occasionally) on this for the last week or so, it is almost 3 am and I. Can’t. Edit. Anymore. So I’m leaving it here, for your judgement.

Also I can’t think of a name for this damn thing.

ACOWAR spoilers, for those of you who haven’t read it yet.

Summary: In the aftermath of a war between The Autumn Court and The Day Court, Helion Spell-Cleaver is once again faced with his former lover, The Lady of the Autumn Court - and she has a secret she needs to share with him. Set after ACOWAR.

A/N: I cannot deal with naming characters. That is not my problem and so she doesn’t have a name. 

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Catch Me (Day 4)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,530

A/N: I’m sorry for posting this so late, I was out all day but I still wanted to get this up for you amazing readers 

@avengerstories I am forever grateful to you for editing this at all hours of the day

Day 3

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

“I can’t believe the AC broke down.”

“I can’t believe that you managed to blow up the AC,” you counter. Tony flips you off and you respond by swimming over to him and splashing water in his face.

“I did not install a pool in this tower to be treated this way.” You chuckle and splash him again much to his exasperation and everyone else’s amusement. Before he can retaliate, you float over to the edge of the pool and climb out. “Come back in this pool and face me like a man!”

“I think you mean like a woman,” Natasha corrects from her position on a large floaty. “By taking the coward’s way out and getting out of the pool, she’s already acting like a man.” Raucous complaints come from all the men in the pool, but Natasha is too busy relaxing to pay them any mind.

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Nessian Headcanons (as first time parents)

Think I might do these for all my ships. Cos why not 💁🏻

Rowaelin Manorian Feysand

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-so you think Nesta can’t get any moodier well strap yourself in because pregnant Nesta is a tyrant.

-which turns out well because when Cassian finds out she’s pregnant he becomes so sappy and sweet and honestly as much as she yells at him (which lets be honest is all the time) he can’t help but just smile at her.

  -they are both pretty nervous though because no ones really sure how a baby with someone who was Made is gonna be like because Fae having children rare enough as it is let alone a half/Illyrian half Made Fae.

  -Nesta likes to put on a front like she doesn’t particularly care like she’s having a baby what of it but one day Cassian comes home from spending time with Az and Rhys and she’s sitting on the couch clutching her stomach and she’s crying her eyes out. At first he thinks she must be in labour but then realises that she’s just really, really scared. Scared that she won’t be a good mum and scared that something will go wrong because she loves her baby so so much and she would die if anything happened to it.

-Cassian comforts her through all her breakdowns and gently kisses her forehead and reassures her. Because he knows Nesta better than he knows anyone, and he can’t think of a better woman to be the mother of his children.

-Nesta is convinced that they are having a boy and Cassian thinks it’s a girl and they fight endlessly about it (*spoiler Nestas right as per usual*)

-one day Cassian and Nesta are having dinner like normal when her stomach starts convulsing in this weird ass way. It’s like when the baby kicks (btw the first time that happened Cassian and Rhys both cried while Az comforted them. They were just 3 very happy brothers) but on steroids and they were both like ‘what the fuck’ but then Cassian realised its just the baby stretching it’s little wings trying to get comfy.

  -Nesta is over a week overdue and it’s so pissy about it. The only people who can stand to be near her are Elain (bless her soul) and Cassian (who lowkey finds her outbursts hilarious)

-Cassian has to go away to the Court of Nighmares with Rhys while she’s still pregnant and is extremely nervous about it and does not want to leave her alone. Feyre and Elain both stay with her while he’s gone and it’s like a big sleepover except Nesta goes into labour because when has the timing ever been convenient in her and Cass’s relationship?

-Cassian makes it back just in time to see his boy born and cried hysterically while he’s holding him. Then he hears a not-so-subtle uh hem and whoops he forgot to show Nesta their baby.

  -All three of them huddle together for the night and it’s so wonderful. Their son has rich black and purple wings and Cassian is convinced he will be the most powerful Illyrian ever and will be able to beat him and his Uncle Az and Rhys in a fight before he’s even 5 years old.

  -the first time the baby flew was when it was 3 months old and Cass wasn’t there and Nesta was like ‘shit Shit shit Shit’ because it’s not like she can fly after her son. It’s turns out okay though because he can’t get very far when he’s so young, and he is content just to fly around the lounge room.

-Cassian is devastated that he missed it, but then realises that this means he can start teaching his son to fly.

-Cassian and the Bub get up to so many shenanigans together. Once when the bub had just turned 4 they accidentally ruined a painting Feyre had made for Nesta and when Nesta questioned them about it Cassian just crossed his arms and was like 'I have no idea what your talking about Sweetheart’ and their son copied his daddy right down to the crossed arms, stance, and smirk on his face.

-speaking of the smirk it GETS. THE. KID. WHATEVER. HE WANTS. Seriously. One smile from the boy and people will sacrifice anything for him.

  -and more 'let’s give mummy a heart attack’ fun, when their son is 4 and a half Cassian throws him out the window of the House of Wind as a prank (both father and son knew it would be fine they had been practising in secret to surprise mum) and Nesta was absolutely hysterical and screamed for someone to go get her baby and she didn’t stop crying until she had her baby in her arms. She made Cassian sleep on the couch for the rest of the week.

  -Nesta and Cassian have a lot of arguments about how to raise him. Cassian is adamant that he be raised in an Illyrian camp, but Nesta refused saying she thinks that it is barbaric.

-eventually she yields when she realises how important it for Cassian and his proud Illyrian heritage, and Cass didn’t turn out that bad so what could be the worst that happens?

-Her baby comes home everyday for the next decade with new bruises, but he always has a smile on his face and becomes one of the fiercest warriors in the camp, and has already been given 3 siphons to help harness his power.

  -then oh shit puberty hits.

-Nesta legit is like 'I cannot deal with this Cassian do something he’s gonna start humping the couch like a dog you fucking Illyrian brutes and your conquests’

-So Cass enlists the help of Az and Rhys and they all have a stern talk about safe sex and what all these things happening with his body mean and the poor lad is just sitting there and his face is bright red and he can’t look his dad or uncles in the eyes for weeks (which they find hilarious)

  -when he does his trials in the mountain Nesta frets nervously for the whole week while the rest of the family is chill as fuck. Cass isn’t worried at all. His son is, just as he thought he would be, one of the strongest Illyrians to ever have been born.

-All in all they are just a beautiful family.

-it takes Nesta a really long time to become pregnant again, it isn’t easy for her, and her son is nearly 21 by the time she runs into Cass crying of happiness because she’s pregnant again after years and years of trying.

-Cass also thinks this baby is going to be a girl. This time he is right.

How to Deal with Park Chanyeol

Summary: In which Kyungsoo makes a list of all the different methods he tries to deal with Park Chanyeol.

Note: So, I love exosexo, right. (She’s my literal favorite, one of the reasons I plucked the courage to make this blog) and she uploaded a “How to Deal with Park Chanyeol Trailer” yesterday and I felt inspired to write something based of it. I hope you will all enjoy!

Credit:  exosexo
Video: How to Deal with Park Chanyeol Trailer

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images/videos used. 

Main Masterlist - EXO Masterlist

Originally posted by drugnamedexo

1. Ignore him

Kyungsoo closed his eyes tightly shut as his head rests in the crook of his own arm that lay against the table. With each call of his name, his teeth sunk deeper into his lower lip, he had to stop himself with the metallic taste of his own blood flooded into his tongue. It was days like this that he literally considered killing Park Chanyeol.

“I’m going to stop bugging until you respond to me~”

Kyungsoo could practically hear the smirk Chanyeol was wearing from the words he spoke. It was so unbelievable he could just punch him… though he promised Junmyeon he wouldn’t fight, and that’d he’d try with everything in him to just get along with-

“Kyungsoo- ah~”  

“What?” Kyungsoo jumped up, his voice uncontrollably snappy as his fist banged against the table in annoyance. His large, fiery eyes landed on Chanyeol’s smug face as he said, “Hi.”

Then, Chanyeol stood up and left, laughing as he went.

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by ignoring him

2. Kill him

If Kyungsoo wanted to murder Chanyeol, he could probably do it. An accidental slip of a knife to the heart while he’s cooking, or incidentally leaning on something that could fall and crush Chanyeol to pieces - no, actually that would never work, his ego was too big for anything to crush it.

Kyungsoo watched Chanyeol in the corner of his eye, observing the way Chanyeol was smirking to a reflection of himself in the mirror as he ran his long fingers through his freshly cut brown hair. In a certain light, he almost looked attractive, that was until Kyungsoo realised he was slowly starting to lose his mind. Chanyeol’s always talking about how handsome he is, maybe Kyungsoo has heard it so many times he’s starting to believe it.

The thought made him want to kill the idiot even more.

Though even though it was idealistic, it wasn’t practical - and spending God knows how many years in prison was not worth it for the sake of Chanyeol.

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by killing him.

3. Tell him to “fuck off”

A photo shoot should be easy. Compared to dance routines and performing live, it should maintain a low stress level for any normal idol group. But of course, EXO isn’t a normal idol group, especially when it includes Park Chanyeol.

Every time the idiot insists on opening his stupid mouth, the words that escape are either bigging up himself or stomping someone else down and Kyungsoo is sick of it.

He’d distanced himself from the others, seeking a moment of peace and quiet outside the studio to let himself take a second to breath, that was until Chanyeol’s voice tore his final nerve.

“What are you doing out here, it’s cold -”

“Chanyeol, fuck off!”

Kyungsoo looked back at the other male, who had a big, kicked- puppy expression on his face. The expression passed as soon as it appeared though, and his smirk was soon riding back on his lips.

“Fuck off? Right now? Are you sure, there’s a lot of people around, Soo, I wouldn’t want us to get caught. Nice to know you think of me like that though -  and that you’re into doing it in public, I’ll consider that in mind for future reference.”

Kyungsoo wished he’d have used his last option by killing him.

Because you cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by telling him to fuck off.

4. Kick him

The fourth attempt of dealing with Park Chanyeol is kicking him. Though even that was also proven completely ineffective.

“Didn’t the photo shoot pictures come out great? I knew I looked amazing, Kyungsoo- ah even said he wanted to fu-”

Kyungsoo struck his foot under the table and slammed his foot into Chanyeol’s leg.

“Ah~ you want to play a romantic game of footsie under the table now? You’re so cute~ See, I have an admirer everyone.”

As Kyungsoo seethed in anger, he realised that:

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by kicking him.

5. Ask Baekhyun for help

Kyungsoo thought it would be a good idea to take his frustrations to his trusted friend Baekhyun. The two sat in Baekhyun’s room, the two of them venting about how irrational and annoying their band mate was.

“He said, ‘be grateful I gave you the cup’” Baekhyun ended his story about the time Chanyeol had told him to get himself a nonexistent cup of tea.

“I will kill him for free!” Kyungsoo raged in response, throwing a pillow from the sofa beside him onto the floor, some sadistic thought in his mind imagining it was Chanyeol’s head.

“Worst comes to worse you could break his heart, since you’re apparently so infatuated with him. You know, he talks about you a lot these days.” Baekhyun mentioned, as if he was slowly trying to break something to Kyungsoo.

“Yah! Be thankful he’s not talking about himself for once.” Kyungsoo spat as Baekhyun smirked - somehow it was worse than Chanyeol’s, or maybe it was the words that went with it;

“Maybe he’s starting to like you as much as he likes himself, Soo.”

And that’s how Baekhyun became number 2 on Kyungsoo’s hit list.

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by asking Byun Baekhyun for help.

6. Never ask Baekhyun for help

Kyungsoo decided to repeat this fact twice on his list, because seeing the smirks Baekhyun now gives him from across the room painfully reminds him that he needs to get better friends.

You can DEFINATELY not deal with Park Chanyeol by asking Byun Baekhyun for help.

7. Stay with him

It wasn’t until this pivotal moment that Kyungsoo eradicated the idea of killing Chanyeol. It seemed that despite his self-loving exterior, there is a human and emotions in him somewhere, something Kyungsoo found out while it was just the two of them in the dorm when everyone else went out.

“Kyungsoo, I thought you and the others all went out.”

Chanyeol looked startled, like a deer in headlights, and it was the first time that Kyungsoo had seen him in such a tearful state. Kyungsoo never did find out what Chanyeol was upset about, but he did learn that to shit with Chanyeol’s head in the crook of his neck as he seeks support in someone with such a vulnerable state is more satisfying than it should be.

You can start to deal with Park Chanyeol by staying with him.

8. Talk to him

After that day Kyungsoo had found Chanyeol crying, it seemed as though Chanyeol was more of a person than Kyungsoo had ever imagined than a demon from hell who purely existed to torture him on a daily basis.

Even though the other members teased them, befriending Chanyeol seemed much easier than Kyungsoo had ever found it. By talking - even about the most insignificant things at 3am, you find that Chanyeol isn’t always cocky, it’s always obnoxious - in fact, he may even be a little insecure, under the thick layers of false senses of confidence.

“Do you want some help cooking Kyungsoo?” Chanyeol asked from the counter he just sat himself down on.

“No, stay out the way, you’re practically a walking hazard.” Kyungsoo reminded him as he moved the pan onto the hob.

“Alright, I’ll just admire you from afar, then.”

You can deal with Park Chanyeol slightly more by talking to him.

9. Understand him

Kyungsoo found himself lay on his back in Chanyeol’s bed beside him, both of them looking up at the ceiling at they talked. They’d been like this for hours, palm to palm and talking as if there was no limit on time. Talking to Chanyeol means you can understand him, and understanding him leads to so much more.

“Do you think I’m a pain in the ass too?” Chanyeol asked, smiling, as if he already knew the answer Kyungsoo would give him.

“Yes, more than anyone else I’ve ever met.”

“Oh Kyungsoo-ah, you won’t know pain in the ass until I give it to you.”

Kyungsoo turned his head to see Chanyeol grinning at the ceiling, his cheeks flushing red like a teenager confessing their crush. Chanyeol flicked his head to look at Kyungsoo too.

They stayed looking at each other for a long moment, and it wasn’t until Kyungsoo’s lips were sealed with Chanyeol’s that he realised;

You can deal with Park Chanyeol by understanding him.

10. Love him

Despite knowing smirks and teasing comments, it’s the perfect life dealing with Park Chanyeol. Kyungsoo is happier than ever before as he writes his final stage for dealing with Park Chanyeol, putting his list to a final close.

You can happily deal with Park Chanyeol by loving him.

Not just a Kid’s show.

So, i’ve been having a really really hard time lately. The suicidal thoughts have come back, the feeling of being completely and utterly useless. A failure. My life isn’t worth living, etc. I’ve been dealing with that for the past few months. I believe my dad’s death made it even worse. I’m grieving his loss and i am also struggling to see any light, but, you know what has helped? in my darkest moments, where all i wanted to do was vanish from the face of this earth, what has kept me afloat and helps me deal with all the shit i’m feeling. This. Steven Universe’s “Here Comes A Thought”. I close my eyes, and sing this song out loud, over and over.

I cannot begin to describe how much this song has helped me. The melody and lyrics and everything is set up in such a way that whenever i’m singing it, i am forced to take deep breaths before singing the next part. I take a deep breath before saying “It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok” and it calms me. It helps me in a way no other song ever has. I am so incredibly thankful for this show, the creators, the voice actors, the musicians and everyone involved in creating this song.

And no, i am not a child, hell i am not even a teenager. I am a 27 year old woman who is struggling. Who is incredibly sad and disappointed in her life, in herself, in everything she has become. In the dreams she failed to accomplish, in the fact that she can’t become a mother even though it was all she ever wanted. A 27 year old woman who thinks about ending her life more than once a week. Yet, this show that so many regard as a “Kid’s show” has impacted my life and has (and continues to) help me so much.

Thank you Steven Universe.

Laundry Day

Author: Mikala

Characters: Pietro Maximoff x Reader, (also, Sam WIlson makes a brief appearance, so there’s that)

Words: 2,650

Warnings: Smut between Pietro and the reader. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, my dudes). Swearing. 

Author’s Note: I came up with this idea, and @bovaria picked the character. And then I found this picture, so it must have been meant to be. JUST LOOK AT HIM UGH. Anyway, enjoy!

Your night started out with laundry and a string of heavily-accented foreign words being yelled loudly from down the hallway, and even to your untrained ears, they sounded like expletives. You were taking your dirty clothes down to the laundry room in the tower, and before you hit the door, you could already tell that it was Pietro who was shouting. With one hand holding your laundry basket against your hip, you pushed through the door slowly, assessing the situation. Pietro stood in front of one of the various washing machines, a scowl set across his face.

“Hey, Piet. What’s going on?” You asked, cautiously walking closer to him. You set your basket on the floor in front of an empty washing machine next to him, then turned to look at the one he was facing.

“Stark and his damn technology,” Pietro muttered to you, his accent thicker than normal. You’d come to learn that that happened when he was angry. “I cannot get it to work,” he snapped, glaring daggers at the “error” message that blinked on the screen above the appliance. Tony had taken it upon himself to upgrade nearly every electronic and household appliance in the tower, and while some of you were adapting quickly, others were having a great deal of trouble. Pietro seemed to be one of the latter. He was constantly getting into arguments with inanimate objects (some of which could talk back to him—oh, the wonders of artificial intelligence) and he’d already broken several things, much to Tony’s dismay.

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dumpsternfire  asked:

okayy so im left handed and so is ushiwaka so i'm just imagining him dealing with left handed problems and would really like to see your headcanons about that (: thank you

i can just see him struggling with his resting neutral face but slowly starting to lose patience after a while

  • he has a mighty hate for spiral notebooks and struggles daily to find a normal notebook to use in school
  • doesn’t really uses his credit card or cards that needs to get swiped. Mostly a cash only guy
  • zIPPERS AND BUTTONS
  • actually finding a goddamn scissor in school to use without the massive pain of using a righty scissor
  • so sad he cannot use his mugs with texts/pictures bc no one will see what it says except him
  • he just want people to see the cat on it
  • takes great pain and offense in can openers 
PRODUCE101 – How the perfect boy group would look like

Only one day left, and I literally can’t wait to know who’s gonna make it into Produce 101 Season 2′s final boy group. However, I know that not all of my favorites will make it. To be honest, I wish they would just debut with 20 members –  but that’s not going to happen. But hey… that’s how survival programs work. 

Still… a girl can dream, right? That’s why I’m going to show you which 11 trainees of Produce 101 would form the perfect boy group (in my opinion of course).

For me, a member of a boyband has to fulfill his role. However, these days members of boy and girl groups have much more roles to take than just rapper, dancer, vocalist, leader and face.

THE GORGEOUS FACE:

The face is the one that inherits automatically the center position, which leads to acting as the signature member of the group. A perfect example is Sungjae who is (not the visual but) the face of CUBE’s BtoB.

Originally posted by baekstellation

For me there’s only one that would be able to pull this role of, and it is without any doubt MMO’s Kang Daniel. He has the personality, the charisma, the skills, the sex appeal, the body, the stage presence and of course the face to take over the center position. Yeah… it should be illegal to be this perfect.

Originally posted by nctaetrash

If you need a detailed explanation why I would love to see him as center (and why I have serious ovary issues), check this out.

THE IDEAL LEADER:

Every bunch of half-crazy boys needs an exemplary leader who is able to keep everything and everyone under control. A popular example would be B1A4′s Jinyoung

Originally posted by nelliel66

Assigning this role might be the easiest, right? PLEDISKim Jonghyun proofed so many times that he’s perfectly capable of motivating and guiding others. No one would make a better leader than him – who already has enough leading experience thanks to NU’EST.

Originally posted by brodueces101

Again, if you want to know a detailed explanation, why I love this sexy fella so much, read this.

THE ANGEL VOICE:

A boyband without a main vocalist? No way! Every group needs at least one singer that is able to hit high notes and breaks listeners’ hearts with his voice. One of my favorite main vocalists of all time is for example Block B’s Taeil.

Originally posted by alittlebitblockbbias

Under the last twenty Produce 101 trainees are two I would love see as main vocalists. But there can only be one – and it breaks my heart to make the decision between Starship’s Jung Sewoon and individual trainee Kim Jaehwan. I’ve tried to be as objective as possible, and chose Jaehwan as my dream main vocalist of my dream Produce 101 boy group.

Originally posted by ong-seungwoo

As much as I like Sewoon’s voice and personality, I can’t deny that I prefer Jaehwan’s skills a little bit more. His range is incredible, and he would make more than just a solid main vocalist.

THE PASSIONATE DANCER:

If I would be in a girl group, I would definitely be at least lead dancer – yes, we are talking about my usual favorite position. However, in this Produce 101 group we need a main dancer that is able to inspire others with his sick moves like SHINee’s Taemin.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

My original dancer pick for the Produce 101 boy group has been someone who already got eliminated (Yes, it was Taehyun). So I decided to go with the sweet and extremely talented Kim Samuel from Brave Entertainment.

Originally posted by kim-biased

You can’t deny it: he’s more than just passionate about dancing. He masters choreographies as easy as freestyle. Yes, this kid got the moves! And that’s why he should be able to dance the shit out of this project. 

THE ANNOYING MAKNAE:

Sometimes all those hyungs need a precious baby boy to take care of. However, this can be quite nerve-wracking since some of our most popular K-Pop maknaes are from time to time wicked brats. The probably most popular example for an annoying and evil maknae is Jungkook from BTS.

Originally posted by madness--princess

After watching last week’s Produce 101 episode, I’ve finally found my perfect maknae. Even though CUBE’s Yoo Seonho is only eleven days younger than Samuel, he has all the – let’s say – qualities to be Produce 101′s ideal maknae.

Originally posted by donghans

On stage he tries to be sexy as fuck, but among his hyungs he acts like the cutest little brat that actually annoys the shit out of everyone. All this skin ship, all this bromance… How can Seonho be such a perfect maknae? 

THE FIERCE RAPPER:

Almost every single boyband has its rapper – sometimes even more than just one. There are some extraordinary main rappers that support their group with their insane skills – like iKON’s Bobby.

Originally posted by wood-storm

In Produce 101 Season 2 are many trainees who call themselves rappers. Well, I’ve already mentioned two of them. But my number one should be Brand New Music’s Park Woojin.

Originally posted by forwoojin

Although he took part as a dancer in the position evaluation, he’s still the one I would definitely choose as rapper for this group. His super deep and husky voice combined with his badass expression is what a boy group’s main rapper definitely needs. 

THE PRETTY VISUAL:

I’ve already mentioned it before, but the face isn’t automatically the group’s visual. However, Infinite’s L is actually both. No wonder with that face.

Originally posted by themadghost

When it comes to my favorite visual member, some of you might disagree with my choice. But this is just my personal preference, so deal with it. Anyway, I think there is not a single trainee that is able to keep up with Choi Minki’s visuals.

Originally posted by nu-blessed

He looks more like a fairy than an actual human being. Some of the younger K-Pop fans might not know this, but when NU’EST debuted, the community went completely crazy because of Minki’s aka Ren’s feminine look. And you guys cannot imagine how many hilarious memes were created just because of his absolutely unbelievable pretty face. Yes, he is indeed the perfect visual.

THE HANDSOME GENTLEMAN:

Besides all those usual positions I’ve mentioned, there can be other roles for additional members of a boy group. One of my personal favorites is the respective role of the handsome gentleman. Sometimes this gentleman is someone who is actually a little bit older, and looks freaking hot in a suit – like Yunho from TVXQ.

Originally posted by shimdelier

There’s only one candidate of Produce 101 I can think of as the perfect gentleman – and that’s obviously PLEDIS’ extremely good-looking trainee Hwang Minhyun

Originally posted by junior-royalz

Besides his fantastic visuals, he’s charming, smart, reliable, talented and hot as hell. If you’re interested why this guy is so sexy, you should read my latest blog post about him.

THE ARROGANT ASSHOLE:

The term asshole is not meant to insult anyone – it means this member is just savage as fuck and doesn’t give a shit about anything or anyone while mentioning all the time how perfect he is. I think I just described Super Junior’s Heechul pretty well.

Originally posted by gaemerkyu-ssi

And come on… you already know who I picked. There’s only one trainee that would fit perfectly for this kind of role – and that’s Fantagio’s Ong Seongwoo.

Originally posted by ong-seong-wu

Like Heechul, we all know that Seongwoo’s just trying to be funny – and it works. Honestly, I can’t imagine the future Produce 101 boy group without Seongwoo. This group needs its sexy asshole. Why? Here’s the detailed explanation if you’re interested.

THE SWEET BAD BOY:

After over a decade of being Hallyu infected, I’ve realized that there are so many boy groups who have a member that appears super bad boy-ish on the outside, but is actually all cotton candy sweet on the inside – like my SF9 bias Zuho.

Originally posted by eunhasmom

To complete the PLEDIS family, I obviously chose our sexy bandit Kang Dongho as sweet bad boy – because we all know that he just looks like a wild beast, but is actually the softest and cutest little puppy you’ve ever seen.

Originally posted by yourmomentofkpop

I could now tell you why this sexy bad boy is actually the cutest daddy among the Produce 101 trainees. But I already did. Feel free to check it out.

THE DORKY GOOFBALL:

Last but not least, the perfect boy group needs someone who makes everyone laugh. This is usually the member that is – because of his hilarious kind of humor – perfect for variety shows. A wonderful example makes of course ZE:A’s Kwanghee.

Originally posted by serizawaaaaaaaaa-blog-blog

And there’s only one that brightens my mood every single time he appears on screen: MMO’s Yoon Jiseong. Some hate him, some love him – I simply adore this honest and emotional human being. However, it is a matter of fact that he is number one pick among your favorite Produce 101 trainees. They want him in the group, I want him in the group. Just deal with it!

Originally posted by misckpop

Besides being number one pick, he’s the oldest trainee right now. And yes, he should debut to give old bitches like me the opportunity to stop finally creeping on baby idols.

With Kang Daniel, Kim Jonghyun, Kim Jaehwan, Kim Samuel, Yoo Seonho, Park Woojin, Choi Minki, Hwang Minhyun, Ong Seongwoo, Kang Dongho and Yoon Jiseong, Mnet would form the perfect boy group – for me.

Countless of you might think – Where the hell is Daehwi? What did you do to Jinyoung? And why the fuck is Jihoon not on this list?

Originally posted by swoojin

Please, look at most of Produce 101′s trainees. A cute concept with this group wouldn’t work. There are way too many manly, sexy and older contestants. Although I really really like them – in my opinion, there is no place for someone like Daehwi or Jihoon or any other trainee that looks like grade schoolers.

Originally posted by shownu-what-that-mouf-do

Maybe I’m a little bit biased because I’m way older than any of these guys. Yeah, it kinda sucks to be in this community for so long. Idols get younger, and the groups you – let’s say – grew up with, start to disband one after another. That’s not a joke. I’ve experienced Music Bank live once. And the only girlband I’ve seen there that hasn’t disbanded yet is SNSD.

So yes… I want these eleven boys to debut together. BUT IT WON’T HAPPEN! Because the majority of votes comes from teens who prefer a cute and pretty image over fucking sex appeal and charisma. And that’s okay! You can’t make it right for every single one out there.

I just want to let you guys know that I am really looking forward to this future boy group – although there won’t be all of my favorites. And I can’t wait to watch tomorrow’s final episode. 

Prepare some tissues, ladies! We are going to cry rivers!

Originally posted by lookgoodkpop

Through all the interviews and the fun moments with Ryan and Danny (especially the awesomeness that was the kissing comments, lol) what struck me right in my heart and gut was the sincere way that Ryan spoke about his and Danny’s commitment to this couple, about how hard they work at it to be authentic and not stereotypical. His face and tone when he said and how he looked at Danny for support…it got me right in the feels.

They truly love working together and being in this story and this couple. 

I cannot say how much I appreciate that. 

Anger

Hello everybody! Hope you’ll like this one shot, as it’s a little different than my previous ones. I experimented with asshole-harry as I announced earlier this week.

Summary: Y/N loves Harry to pieces, however, not when he switches from being the nicest man to the complete opposite whenever he’s angry.

Warning: There are hints on sexual assault. ( Not rape !!! ) In case you’re sensitive to that subject, please do not read. It’s something I have no experience in and I really tried be careful while writing.

This gif isn’t mine, but oh my, look at him! 

I’d seen him angry before, and a few times his anger had even been directed to me, but never had he got as loud as he was being now. Harry’s clear green eyes were cold and held none of the love they were usually filled with whenever he looked at me. Instead, they bore into my gaze as sharp as blades while the voice I knew as calm and gentle turned loud and spat one insult after the other. All the while my headache increased into a pounding pain and my heart hammered in my chest as I witnessed him punch the wall to his side in frustration, completely unfazed by my flinch.

“You’re so fucking naive, Y/N!” Harry shouted and gave another forceful kick to the door frame separating me from him as I stood in the living room and he in his kitchen.

“Sometimes I question what the hell it is that’s taking up the space in you head you’d need to think properly for fucking once! I’d bet that there’s absolutely nothing in there!” He pointed against his own temple before raising his hand to point at me with a trembling finger.

“You don’t mean that, Harry,” I answered, my voice barely above a whisper as my throat felt as if it was in a tight knot.

My words were followed by his foot colliding with a chair and I crossed my arms over my chest as I willed myself not to jerk again. Though Harry was clearly more angry than he’d ever been in my presence, I knew he’d never direct the physical aspect of his rage at me.

“Oh, you better believe I do, baby!” he replied, the pet name cutting into me by the harshness in which he spat it, “You can be such a pain in the arse sometimes! I seriously wonder why I even bother anymore!”

“Stop it,” I begged and shook my head as if to keep the foul words to enter my mind.

“You wanna know why?” Harry asked, ignoring my plead. His ringed hand pulled at the sleeves of his jumper until they exposed his heavily tattooed arms, arms I was so used to holding me. His gentle gestures  seemed something of a dream as the man before me resembled nothing to the kind boyfriend I knew.

“No,” I replied and my voice hitched, “Harry, just stop.”

Finally his eyes met mine again and for a second, I believed I saw how it dawned on him, that this time, he’d gone too far. Harry knew that he couldn’t take his anger out on me. That I wouldn’t take it as I wasn’t one of the guys who just dealt with his moods.
I bit my lip as my ears still rang from his loudly spoken words. The room had gone quiet aside form the noises of distress that were escaping me still as I tried to calm myself down so I wouldn’t have a break down in front of him.

“Y/N, listen, I-”

I shook my head and stepped back. “No.”

He’d lost himself in front of me before, however, never like this. Never had he got this harsh with me. Early on in our relationship, I’d learned that Harry could very easily snap and switch from being the nicest person in the world, to the complete opposite. He’d become a person he had no control over and said or did the most hurtful things that came to his mind.
Though I somehow knew it wasn’t his fault, I’d made it clear that I couldn’t handle him when he got angry and Harry had understood that.
He took a step forward, yet stopped immediately when I raised my hand.

“You know you can’t be like that with me, Harry.”

A hiss fell from his lips and I watched him roll his eyes before he let his head roll back. Any sign of kindness left his face as he clearly found my words beyond ridiculous.
“Wow, Y/N. You’re really gonna pull that shit on me?”

“What shit?” I questioned.

“The: ‘Oh Harry, you’re just too mean to me. I can’t take it.’ bullshit. Come off of it. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

He turned around and walked to the sink where he filled himself a glass of water, as if the conversation was over to him.

“Is it really, Harry?” I asked and stepped forward, refusing to let it go, “You just called me stupid and your burden! Did you think I would just be okay with it?”

“No, but I-”

“You’re my boyfriend! How can you speak to me like that?”

“Stop making this a bigger deal than what it is,” Harry spoke dismissively.

He raised his hand and brought the glass to his lips, emptying it with a few gulps before setting it down so harshly I feared it’d break.

“You know my day has been nothing but shit,” I continued, “And then you go on and yell, when all I needed was for you to be there for me. Just today, Harry! For once, it could have been about someone other than you!”

This struck a nerve as he raised his eyebrows and I knew that now I’d angered him properly. I willed my feet not to move back when he, with a few strides, came to a stand in front of me. His face held an angry expression and his figure loomed over my shorter one, making me feel incredibly small.
My breath hitched when he leaned in closely and raised his hand to caress my cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture. A grin appeared on his beautiful face at my reaction. There was no remorse or guilt in his eyes. Only anger and the knowledge that he’d found someone to take it out on.

“I always make everything about myself?” he wondered quietly, “Now you’re lying and you know that. How many times have you called me only to have somebody who’d listen to you bawling your eyes out?”

A quiet laugh escaped him and my heart dropped to my stomach. I shrugged off his touch. How dare he? Harry had become the only person I felt comfortable enough with to confide into and now he was so willing to rub it in my face. I knew he could be an asshole, but never like this.

“You jerk!” I hissed and pushed him back by his chest.

“How many times, huh?” he continued, the cruel smile still on his lips, as my forceful action had done nothing to him, “How often did I have to listen to your complaints while I was with the boys? My friends all with a girl on their lap and me with mine crying to me over the phone. They all got some while my phone bill got more and more expensive by the minute.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged.

“If only your problems would have at least made a good story to tell them later. Would’ve saved me some mocking, not gonna lie.”

“Harry!” I whimpered as tears stained my cheeks, “You said I could trust you with that.”

“Well, what else was I supposed to say?” he mocked me.

I shook my head before pushing past him, knocking into his shoulder in process. I made my way to the door with Harry following close behind.

“Where are you running to now, babe?”

I hastily slipped on my shoes before putting on my coat.

“Anywhere away from you, asshole!” I replied as I yanked the door open, only for it to be pushed close with force by his hand, preventing me from exiting his apartment.
My breath hitched when he stepped even closer, his breath fanning over my neck and his body heat radiating off on me. It was almost ironic really, given how cold he was being right now.

“And why would you do that, darling?” Harry purred into my ear as he leaned in close.

“I cannot deal with you when you’re being like this!” I spoke, still refusing to face him “and you know full well that you just crossed a line.”

I pulled at the door handle once more and groaned in frustration when it didn’t budge.

“Now let me out, for god’s sake! I’m done with you!”

“Fucking fine!” he exclaimed and let go of the door, allowing me to pull it back open and stepping out of his apartment with rage cursing through my veins and a broken heart thumbing in my chest.

….

My head was dizzy and my feet ached. After I had spent the last week falling right into bed the minute I got home where I cried and cursed Harry for being the asshole he was, one of my friends had decided that she’d had enough of it. She’d pushed me into a shower, forced me into one of her too-tight and too-short dresses and then dragged me to her favorite club. A place, where she was quick to abandon me at, so she could socialize with the dozens of people she knew.

I wrapped my bare arms around my waist and bit my lip. I didn’t want to be here, alone and surrounded by drunken strangers. At least, whenever Harry had brought me to a club, he’d never left my side. It had even been fun sometimes. But Harry hadn’t tried to reach out to me all week, not a call and not one single text. My eyes stung at the thought and I cursed myself for relying on him so much. That needed to change.
I stepped into the pool of dancing people. My body easily found the rhythm to the music and soon the awkwardness faded as I let myself relax.
However, it all faded when all of a sudden two hands settled on my hips and a body pressed itself against my back. I struggled to turn around, but once I did my breath hitched. I’d never seen the stranger who held me to him before.

“Aren’t you a pretty one?” he spoke, his voice deep as it came out like a low grunt.

The man wasn’t exactly unattractive, yet he made me feel incredibly uncomfortable given how close he’d come, uninvited. His hair was blond and his figure tall and muscly as he towered over me. The stranger grinned when he noticed my gaze as he probably believed I was checking him out.

“Like what you see, babe?” he questioned and pulled me closer.

He, too, eyed me up and down with piercing blue eyes and a sickening feeling crawled up my throat as I noticed how his tall figure allowed him a perfect view down my dress. An approving hum escaped him and my entire body tensed.

“Let go,” I fought and tried to shrug off his hold. He, however, only tightened his grip on my waist.

“Now, now, we don’t want to make this a mess, do we? Wouldn’t wanna ruin all the fun we’re gonna have.”

I grimaced as his breath, smelling heavily of alcohol, hit my face and shook my head, my eyes searching for my friend. My body jumped when a pair of lips found the skin of my cheek in a wet kiss.

“Stop it! Get off of me!”

The stranger huffed and I whined when he moved to take hold of my hands. Before I knew it, I was pulled through the crowd of people and towards a darker corner from the club. All my struggles were for nothing and I cried out in frustration when I couldn’t loosen his hold.
Once we reached his desired destination, he pressed me up against the wall and positioned his body so that it shielded mine.
Frightful tears escaped my eyes as I realized that no one would come to my aid now. The man forced my arms up to press them both against the wall with one hand. The other settled onto my stomach as he began moving his palm, searching for any bare skin.

“Please, stop,” I whimpered and my body froze in shock from the unwanted touch.

“I didn’t come here by myself. My boyfriend,” I began to lie desperately, when his fingers found the hem of my dress, “he’s going to look for me, and-”

“I have been watching you,” the man interrupted me and I whimpered when his wet mouth pressed to the skin of my neck, liking and biting the skin. “There isn’t anyone with you. No need to try to make me jealous, baby.”

More tears fell from my eyes and my wrists hurt from his tight hold on them. I gasped when his knees pressed into my legs in an attempt to get them to part, crushing me further into the cold stone.

“C'mon baby,” he cooed, “be good for me.”

I whimpered and my lungs struggling for breath when the guy began to nip and suck on my skin.

“I don’t want to,” I repeated against his ear, my head dizzy from fear, “please stop.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing there?”

My stomach clenched in relief at the familiar voice, coming from right beside me and a small cry escaped my lips. Harry. I looked up and my eyes found his face, yet he his eyes weren’t set on me. Instead, his furious gaze was directed on the man who didn’t make any effort to let me go, while I tried to set all my focus onto Harry, desperately clinging to any distraction from the man assaulting me.

“Go away,” the stranger grunted, his head still pressed into my shoulder. “You can have your go when I’m done.”

My heart fell at the rough words and I whimpered, trying to shake off the man’s hold. Harry’s eyes darkened when he saw my attempts at freeing myself and for a moment his angry glare found my face.

“Don’t think that’s gonna work for me,” he growled, “Now do as I said.”

The stranger groaned in frustration and still remove himself, though, I knew if he’d see Harry’s angered expression he’d let go instantly.

“Mate, fuck off alre-”

The man cursed when he was swiftly pulled from my body, but was silenced when Harry knocked him further back with another forceful push to his shoulders.
My body came to life the moment my attacker let go and my lungs filled with all the air they’d been denied for too long. I quickly raised my aching arms to pull down my dress, covering the skin the man had managed to expose and I willed myself not to break into hysterics at the fear mixed with relief I felt. Harry had already positioned himself in front of me when I looked back up and warmth flooded through my body as I knew I was no longer in danger.

“You. Leave,” Harry said and raised a warning finger at the stranger, “Now. Or else I will rip off your head.”

Harry’s voice stayed surprisingly quiet and calm, yet his tone as sharp as a blade. My mind shot back to when Harry had raised his voice at me only a week ago and though I’d been afraid, I realized that I hadn’t seen the truly angry Harry then. Truly furious Harry wasn’t loud, but calm. He neither shout nor yell. This was even scarier, because there was no sign that could have indicated when he’d snap.
The blonde guy glared at Harry, anger clear in his eyes, yet I could tell that he wasn’t immune to Harry’s intimidating aura and he took a step back.

“What the hell, man? Wasn’t doing any harm, now was I?”

Harry’s back muscles tensed and I reached out to brush my fingers over his shoulder blades in an attempt to calm him. “Harry-”

“No harm?” Harry growled and took a step towards the man and out of my reach, “You were just molesting my girlfriend and you call that no harm?”

“Hey, c'mon man. She didn’t say anything 'bout a boyfriend,” the stranger defended in a nervous chuckle and looked around Harry as if he expected me to help him.

“But she told you 'no’ and you just ignored that.”

My chest tightened and I wished Harry would stop taunting him and let the strangers leave, if only so that we could go home.

“Harry, please let’s go,” I pleaded quietly.

It surprised me just as much as the two men how high and frantic my voice sounded, as if I’d cry at any moment. Green eyes found mine when he turned around and to my relief, a quick nod followed.

“I’ll let you off for it now,” Harry said, directed to the man but he was still looking at me, “but rest assured that I’m gonna remember you.”

His warm hand found my small one and once more I was pulled through the crowd of people. My feet struggled to keep up with Harry’s long strides but we both refused to let go of our interlocked fingers and so he slowed his pace a bit. He continued to pull me until we stepped outside where my aching lungs happily breathed in the fresh air. Finally he came to a halt in front of a black car that I recognized as his. He gently squeezed my fingers once more before releasing them so that he could unlock the vehicle.

“Harry, I-”

He silenced me by raising his hand. “Not here.”

Harry nodded towards the exit we had just come out of and I noticed a group of people staring at us. Of course they wanted to see what the famous Harry Styles was doing in a non-fancy club.

“We’ll talk in private, yeah? Get inside.”

“My friend, she-” I began, my voice shaking as I still hadn’t stopped trembling.

“I’ll text her later,” Harry interrupted, “I’ll let her know that you’re with me.”

He nodded to his car once more and this time I was quick to obey without questioning anything further. I settled into the passenger seat and the moment Harry sat down behind the steering wheel, my hand already reached out to take hold of his. Harry chuckled softly and squeezed my hand.

“Love, I need that hand for changing the gear,” he spoke quietly and lifted my hand to his lips where he pressed a kiss to the skin before gently setting it down onto my thigh.

He shot me a gentle smile, started the engine and drove off.
A breath escaped me and I relaxed further back into the leather seat. Every muscle in my body felt sore and it took everything I had to keep the tears at bay as I was crushed with emotion.

“Harry.”

“We’ll be at my flat in a bit, love. Okay?” Harry assured me calmly, “Will you be alright until then or do you need me to pull over?”

“No, it’s fine,” I murmured.

Harry nodded and reached forward to turn on the radio, knowing that the music would ease me.

….

“How did you know where to find me?”

I was sitting on one of Harry’s barstools in his kitchen, my torso dressed Harry’s Rolling Stone’s shirt and a pair of his black boxers hung from my hips. My fingers held the cup of hot chocolate Harry had made me as I stared up at Harry who stood in front of me. Both of our hair was wet after we’d taken turns at showering and the wet strands dropped onto his bare chest. Normally, his nakedness would have had me drooling over him, but after tonights events I was simply grateful that Harry and I had somehow forgotten about our argument.

“I have your friend on snapchat for some reason,” he replied while buttering the toast he was preparing for me, insisting that I needed to eat something. “Was receiving one picture of you two after the other, until it was only her. Figured something was going on.”

“She was excited to go,”  I muttered.

Harry shot me a glance and handed me the toast before taking a sip from his tea. “She’s a shit friend, Y/N. You shouldn’t hang out with her anymore.”

“She was trying to cheer me up,” I weakly defended her, but I knew he was right.

“Yeah, and then she left you alone with a pervert who would have done god knows what to you, if I hadn’t seen him pull you to the side.”

I whimpered at his words and put away the piece of bread as all the appetite was gone. Harry sighed and set down his cup before leaning down to wrap both of his arms around my waist. I quickly buried my face into his neck and  closed my eyes, breathing in the comforting smell of him as I allowed him to lift me up.

“M'sorry,” Harry murmured, “didn’t mean for that to come out this harsh. I know you’re shaken up by all this.”

“It’s okay,” I whispered back and cuddled myself further into Harry’s chest.

I welcomed his closeness and the security he provided as my heart slowly began to calm down.

“My baby,” Harry hummed against the shell of my ear, before his lips found my neck, “S'all over now, okay? S'done.”

“I know,” I whispered, and tried to push away the memory of a different pair of lips that had touched the same spot only hours ago.

Sensing that I was uncomfortable he tightened his hold and hoisted me up. “C'mon. We should go to bed.”

I nodded and allowed him to carry me to his bedroom. My body was placed onto the bed and I smiled when Harry carefully covered me with his bedsheets.

“Good?” he asked, “Warm enough?”

He waited for my nod before slipping under the sheets himself.

“I like that we’ve slept together in your bed so often that we have established sides,” I whispered.

Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist so I could lay my head on his chest. “S'your bed as much as it’s mine, love. And if m'not wrong, your 'side’ is on top of me.”

I giggled and nodded, knowing how true his statement was.

“Are you feeling any better?”

“Much,” I replied, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he hummed and took a deep breath before asking, “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No, Harry. He didn’t.”

He nodded and pressed a kiss to my head. “M'glad.”

I hummed and cuddled my face further into his neck, my arms squeezing him tightly. The room was quiet aside from our breathing or the occasional kisses we left on each other’s skin. I took a deep breath as I let myself be consumed by him, happiness flooding my body at the relief.

“I never want to go that long without talking again,” I confessed.

Harry sighed. “I need to say sorry for that, don’t I? Was being such an asshole.”

“Yeah, you were.”

Harry moved so that he could hover over my body. His lips found my collarbones in a soft kiss and his hands squeezed my waist. His green eyes settled on my face and it warmed my body when I noticed how loving and warm they were.

“I love you and I’m so sorry, Y/N. I promise to never be like that with you again.”

“I don’t want you to be like that with anyone, though,” I replied and leaned forward to kiss his cheek softly. “You’re so much better than that.”

“I know,” he whined and reorganized the blankets so he could cover our heads with them as well.

I giggled at the makeshift cave he’d created and moved my hands to hold him by his neck, so I could make out where his face was in the sudden darkness. His own fingers found the hem of the shirt I was wearing and began moving his thumb against the skin of my hips.

“You did hold your ground, though. Was quite proud of that.”

“Shouldn’t have to,” I replied, “I get that arguments are bound to happen in a relationship, but not like this, Harry. Can’t have you purposely hurt me just 'cause you’re angry.”

I gasped when another kiss was pressed to my jaw and giggled when his hair tickled my cheek. This gentle and kind Harry was the person I loved and was used to. Of course I didn’t want to end our relationship, but I knew I never wanted to feel afraid of him again.

“You scared me,” I whispered.

Harry whimpered at that and pressed himself further into my arms. “M'sorry. I’ll work on my anger, I swear.”

I nodded and squeezed him. “That’s all I’m asking for.”

Harry pressed another kiss to my cheek. “I promise.”

Thank you for reading this! I hope you liked it. Feedback is welcome!

In case this one shot has for some reason been offensive to you, as it has offended someone in the past, please read this: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/155997901418/your-anger-imagine-is-disgusting-you-are-seriously

Rest of what I wrote: 

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