i feel like these both describe me

Reasons to ship Camren…

  • They have matching onesies; Lauren’s one is gray whilst Camila’s is pink.
  • They’re both Cuban.
  • They’re both from Miami, Florida.
  • Both are Latinas.
  • Lauren and Camila got the most solos in The X Factor performances.
  • They are both big fans of One Direction.
  • They both auditioned in Greensboro, North Carolina.
  • They both have a younger sister.
  • They hung out with each other on December 31st, 2012 to January 1st, 2013. They then tweeted a photo of Camila making a funny face and Lauren looking awkward.
  • Spanish was both their first language.
  • They live 15 minutes away from each other.
  • They often switch places with the other girls so they can sit next to each other.
  • They both love to do accents with each other.
  • They often think the same things at the same time.
  • They both have a weakness: Lauren for beanies and Camila for bows.
  • Lauren is the only one who calls Camila Camz.
  • Camila said if Lauren got arrested for something, she would get arrested for being so sweet.
  • They sat right next to each other at a The 1975 concert.
  • They have the same music taste.
  • Lauren said Camila is her “Pink Princess”.
  • Lauren is the “mom”…and Camila is the “father”.
  • Camila thinks Lauren is a “boss of an intelligent opinion”.
  • Camila thinks Lauren “is real”.
  • Camila would switch her mind with Lauren.
  • Lauren would switch her mind with Camila.
  • Camila wanted Lauren to kiss her under the mistletoe.
  • They wear the same “merch” clothes.
  • The way Lauren looks at Camila after she says “Fall, by Ed Sheeran”.
  • Lauren is Camila’s celebrity crush. (Oh … and Camila wants to marry with her celebrity crush ..even if her family doesn’t support the relationship.)
  • Camila would be "Baby Spice” because she is Lauren’s baby.
  • Lauren is the only person who laughs at Camila’s jokes.
  • Camila loves Lern Jerg.
  • Because Lauren helps her when her banana is dead on the floor.
  • Because Lauren helps her when her microphone breaks.
  • Because Lauren ties her shoes.
  • Camila is the sun and Lauren the moon.
  • Because Lauren doesn’t know what else to say but she thinks Camila is pretty fucking Dope!
  • Because Camila has Lauren “written on her”.
  • Because Camila read Lauren’s favorite book.
  • Because Lauren knows that Camila cried reading “Fault in Our Stars”.
  • Because one day Camila and Lauren went to the bathroom together and … that’s the end of the conversation!
  • Because Camila thinks Lauren can sing and is pretty too.
  • Because they have an audience that calls them crazy! (and they call us delusional!)
  • Because both like “so many hot boys”.
  • Because Camila said: “keep the boat floating”.
  • Because Lauren said “It’s Camren, YOOO!.
  • Because Lauren wants someone to love her insecurities…and Camila do!
  • Because Lauren has “the most beautiful emerald eyes in the world”.
  • Because Camila thinks Lauren is “perfect”.
  • Camila tried salmon because Lauren loves sushi.
  • Because Lauren thinks Camila is goofy, not the bad kind goofy, the cute kind goofy.
  • Because Camila loves people from “planet green eyes”.


  • I love you. You’re one of my best friends and I feel like I’ve know you forever. You’re one of the smartest people I know and you’re stuning. I’ve learned a lot from you, just know I’ll always be here for you no matter what!” - Camila on Lauren
  • Happy 16th Birthday little one(: thank you for always being you and being one of the raddest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You’re an incredible person and I’m extremely lucky to have you in my life. Thanks for being there to vent with and even though we haven’t known each other for even a year yet, I feel like you’re the sister God forgot to give me. I love you Camzi(: have a good one babe! 💙😘🎉🎈🎁💙#camren” - Lauren on Camila

  • Happy 17th Birthday to this little nugget right here. I thought this picture was cute so I decided it would suffice. Just wanted to let you know that you’re an amazing beautiful person and I’m glad that you’ve been alive for 17 years and that 2 of them have been spent with the girls and I because idk you’re pretty rad and an amazing friend and fun to have around. I hope you have an amazing day and feel as special today as you deserve to feel everyday. Thanks for always being there for me when I need you and for being your wonderful self(: I LOVE YOU CAMZ” - Lauren on Camila

  • AWHHHHH YAAAY I LOVE YOU UR CUTE 🐏🐟💗🎷” - Camila on Lauren

  • The word I’d use to describe Camila is hmm I’m gonna say cutesy, like also goofy. It’s like both, like the good kind of goofy not the weird kind. Like the cutesy kinda goofy” - Lauren on Camila

  • LERN JERGI. ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY. YOU ARE 18. THIS IS THE MOMENT YOUVE BEEN WAITING FOR. IF YOU STUCK YOUR TONGUE OUT IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW YOU COULD PROBABLY TASTE THE SWEET AND PUNGENT FREEDOM OF DRAGONFLY TATTOOS, NOSE PIERCINGS, AND VOTING RIGHTS. we’ve been through thick and thin in our friendship, and through those thick and thins I’ve gotten blessed enough to experience you as a person. ive gotten to experience your bomb music taste which I am SO HAPPY YOU INTRODUCED ME TO because we have the best time at concerts bonding over bands and there are so many more to come PRAISE JESUS. i can come to you about anything and expect the pure, honest, rare truth and I’ll always be there tell you it’ll be okay when you cry on my shoulder when you feel lonely or hurt. I’ve gotten to see firsthand your incredible sense of justice, when you see that something unfair or wrong has happened, you’ll raise your voice and fight for that person with a bravery that I, and many other people (although they might not admit it) wish they had. i love how passionately you fight for what you think is right and everyone should remind you today and everyday that it’s a strength and not a weakness. i can’t tell you what a comfort it is to know someone like you will stick up for me and have my back, i hope you know i will too. i love you always” - Camila on Lauren

  • Super cute candids taken by a random stranger always make good birthday post pics. HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY CAMILA CABELLO. YOU’RE LEGAL NOW YAYYY!!!!!! You are such a beautiful person inside and out and I’m so thankful that I get to call you my friend. Thanks for all the laughs, for being my shoulder to cry on whenever I’ve needed a friend, for giving amazing sound advice (even though you’re just now considered an adult by the government you’ve been there mentally for a while which I greatly appreciate) I wish you many more years of amazingness and I hope you had the best day with your family. You deserve all the love and happiness the world has to offer and I wish it all upon you for many many years to come. I LOVE YOU CAMZZZZ❤️❤️❤️” - Lauren on Camila

  • HAPPY 19TH LAUREN!! i remember the day you auditioned for X factor seeing a beautiful green eyed girl belt out an Alicia keys song so perfectly i feared for my life. i remember telling my mom "that girl can sing!! and she’s gorgeous too!!” and then you walked out and i told you i loved your shirt remember? HAHAHA. it’s funny how before we even knew how important we were going to be to each other, something in us knew and something in us will always know. i love how fiercely you defend your opinion, i love your strength, your bold independence, and your desire to live life fully. i love that we crack up at each other’s jokes even when nobody else gets them- and i love those moments where we get caught up in talking about a band or a book and we get lost in the conversation like two normal girls in high school that aren’t about to go do something ridiculous like go to an awards show. i will always be there for you when you need someone to vent to, when you want to talk about the overwhelming underwhelmingness of boys that break our hearts or the overwhelming overwhelmingness of when a kiss leaves your head reeling, when i back you up and you need someone to stick up for you, or when you just need someone to understand- we’ve done that for each other in the last 3 years and we will do that for each other forevermore. i love you so much !!!! happy 19th lern jergi!!!!! camila“ - Camila on Lauren
How Do People NOT Multiship?

Seriously I don’t get it. Just looking at Voltron for example here, you’ve got

-Klance, your hate ship, that red and blue, the gay losers who pretend to hate each other but would be very upset if something happened to the other
–Sheith, with all its history and possibilities for angst and comfort
-Kidge, your dumb conspiracy theorists who have no idea what they’re doing in a relationship but they’re trying their best
-Heith, your cinnamon roll lovers
-Kallura, your space power couple and also the way to spite people just for fun
-Shance, your sweet little angel falling for space daddy and it could be unrequited if you like to suffer and I mean Lance called Shiro his fucking hero like can you not
-Pidgance, Punk and Hance, your friends to lovers ships
-Allurance, for crush nerds and could again be unrequited if you’re masochistic
-Shidge, with their adorable and lame support that makes me cry
-Shunk, which is just an even purer cinnamon roll ship
-Shallura, for all your space parent needs
-Pallura, because lesbians are beautiful
-Hallura, the team mom ship
-Shatt, more angst opportunities and the best name

And then there’s your poly ships

-Shklance, where Shiro’s the only sane one and keeping them alive
-Klunk, Kidgance and both at the same time, the purest of friends to lovers poly ships
-Shallurance, which is perfect for Lance angst if you like people feeling like an add on and less important when really they’re just as loved
-Shalluridge, which I can’t even describe how great it is
- Shalluratt, which I don’t actually ship but I get it

Then again maybe is just me I join a fandom and I either ship everything or don’t even ship the Canon there is no in between for me.

Consider that it’s canon that Saitama and Genos live together in a small one room apartment. That they go shopping together, eat together, go to the bath house together, brush their teeth together.

Consider that Genos cooks, cleans, does the dishes and laundry not because he’s asked to, but because he wants to help Saitama. That he buys all his merch, wears a shirt with his face on it and has a photo of Saitama as his phone’s background. That he makes food with Saitama’s face on it, which they bring to a HA picnic as a smiling Genos pours them drinks.

Consider that Fubuki recognizes Genos not because he’s the one blond cyborg hero, but because he starts going on about his “sensei”. That he tells Don Pacino that he’d do anything for Saitama. That he tells Saitama, to his face, that he is the most amazing person he’s ever met, that he will always follow him no matter what others think of him. That when Saitama tells him how he feels lonely, Genos cries and asks him to wait until he can stand by his side.

Consider the lyrics of the ED, which includes lines like “when I close my eyes, you’re all I think about, “feeling the need to see you, feeling like crying, feeling romantic” and “the one I love is so strong they make me worry”. That a magazine pointed out that it takes a lot to not imagine that these are Genos’ thoughts. That the singer and Genos’ VA have expressed similar opinions.

Consider that the VAs on both sides of the pond joke about how much of a couple they are. That there’s a clip of them making hand puppet versions of them kiss. That they filled the OPM festival with double meanings, like making it sound like Genos was asking Saitama to go out with him. That magazines have described Genos as ignoring his fangirls because he’s “only attracted to Saitama’s power” or that he’s “infatuated” with him”. That the English VAs have tweeted that “Genos loves his master”, that maybe next time they will go on an actual date. That Saitama’s VA signed a fan’s print with “I ship it too”.

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Can we talk about Finn for a minute? I keep reading that Finn gets described as “flat” or “boring” by some in the Star Wars fandom. Obviously everyone’s entitled to their opinion. But I’ll tell you, from my perspective? He’s one of the most unique, charismatic Star Wars characters out there. 

1. Finn humanized stormtroopers. Made us experience panic and terror at the terrible choices they have to make. Stormtroopers, who were practically a joke in the other movies - white plastic statutes that existed just to get shot and clatter into a pile.

2. Finn’s flight with Poe Dameron is an explosion of emotion. That scene blew me away. Both of them had so much fun with it, and you can see Finn feel the real impact of having a name, rather than being a number. 

3. Finn is profoundly empathetic and protective. Hell, I swear he cares about BB8 when he has to describe the plane crash, and Poe’s “death”, to the droid. 

4. Finn shows tremendous range in this movie. Traumatized (stormtrooper battle), jocular (”you got a boyfriend?”), joyous (”that’s one hell of a pilot”), wistful (”Take care of yourself. Please.”), angry (ligthsaber battle), I could go on. I like Luke Skywalker as much as the next fan, but I think Finn shows more range in this one film than Luke did in all three. 

5. Finn’s story arc is powerful, subversive, and inspiring. Going from a number to a name. Finding a family after being taken from his home as a child. Turning his back on the First Order and then realizing he needs to go further, and embrace the cause of the Resistance.

6. Finn’s relationship with Rey. I’m gonna get choked up about this, so I’ll just say John Boyega is an amazing actor, and I loved every scene he had with Daisy Ridley. 

Anyway that’s my fangirling contribution. To me, Finn’s amazing. 

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Talks Machina Highlights
  • Pirate-themed intro!
  • Skype with Kit Buss! A magical picture frame!
  • Kit was Liam’s wrangler at a con in London, and he was immediately impressed with her art. They kept in touch afterwards, and Liam immediately brought her up to do the character art when the show got started.
  • Liam’s original character description he provided to Kit was extremely detailed. In contrast, Laura’s description was “Make me look hot.”
  • Kit’s always had quite a bit of creative license to make the official character portraits, beyond those provided descriptions.
  • Kit’s reaction to getting a new character-arc request: “It figured it would be Sam.” She got the request two days before Taryon showed up, when only Matt and Sam knew.
  • Original character concept for Tary: “Richard Branson meets Tony Stark with a dash of Gaston from Beauty and the Beast.”
  • Kit would love to do an episode with Mary Elizabeth–she made Lilith a tiefling because she loved Zahra so much.
  • Kit was so emotional at one of the more brutal parts of the Whitestone Arc that she had to go hide in the bathroom at work for five minutes.
  • Lilith’s voice was based on the doll in the hunter’s dream in Bloodborne.
  • Kit has continued to play Lilith in a game DMed by High Rollers’ Mark Hulmes
  • Brian: “EpiSODE 87.” Marisha: “Why do you say it like an asshole?”
  • Both Keyleth and Marisha, deep down, are kind of hoping that her mother is dead, because otherwise she’s alive and just never came back.
  • Brian messes up Vex/Vax again. “Critrolestats… please delete your account.”
  • Pirate ship names! Liam: “The Salty Bastard”. Taliesin: “The Purple Mane”. Liam: “The Raven’s Lullabye, The Ocean’s Bulge”. Taliesin: “The Dignity and Impudence”. Marisha: “…The Dignity and Impotence?”
  • Keyleth would be more likely to accept her mother’s death if it was part of the Aramente, so she wouldn’t be as likely to react strongly against the Kraken the way she did against Raishan.
  • If Percy could get rid of the magical feats, he would. He’s okay with the magical items he uses because a lot of them are thinly magical or sort of anti-magical. He doesn’t like not knowing why something doesn’t work. Marisha: “Is that how you feel about Keyleth?” Taliesin points out that Percy’s prepared for Keyleth to wind up completely vulnerable for no other reason than that somebody comes in and snaps their fingers.
  • Taliesin: “If you’ve learned anything about me, it’s that I can put anything in this studio in my mouth.” Liam: “I mean, I’m right here.”
  • Liam: “I think we’re both a little competitive. (whispers) [Laura]’s more competitive.”
  • Taliesin describes Taryon as Scrappy Doo.
  • Out-of-context quote from Marisha: “I don’t want anyone to think I’m shitting on sommeliers.”
  • Brian: “This is my favorite episode of whatever the fuck this show is.”
  • Keyleth thinks it’s kinda nice that somebody is looking up to her a bit.
  • Vax has been spending more time with Grog because he wants him to be happy, and feels closer to him now that a lot of the tension between them has dissipated. Liam doesn’t trust Travis not to restart the prank war, though…
  • Taliesin describes Percy/Vex as “leaning positively into the bad decision.”
  • Liam points out that without Vex in his life, Percy might veer off into a Sith sort of direction. Taliesin is inclined to agree, and notes that, punk-rock as she is, Vex keeps Percy from going too dark.
  • Marisha points out that a lot of people coming to LA build a chosen family, which is what happened with their group. Liam: “Vox Machina is a family because we’re a family. It just bleeds through.” Taliesin notes that it seems like D&D should always veer in that direction, but he’s never had a game actually go that way to the extent that this one has.

After Dark:

  • Magical reappearance of Kit Buss!
  • Liam thinks it’s a toss-up between Vax, Keyleth, and Grog accidentally killing the Kraken. Vax: “I’m just gonna teach him a lesson– oh, he’s dead.”
  • Taliesin once dyed his hair half-black, half-white and braided it into a checkerboard.
  • Possibility of updated character art with the Vestiges!
  • Liam points out that the beauty of the show is that it shifts from deep and meaningful moments to goofy messing-with-friends moments on a dime. It’s simultaneously a very deep show and fundamentally a game.
  • Taliesin can see Keyleth as Yoda in the future. Marisha: “Yeah, totally!”
  • Everyone would love to see Kit’s take on Senokir and Raishan.
  • When Matt described Captain Adella, Kit thought of Zamira Drakasha from the Gentleman Bastards series.
  • Brian’s official ship names: Kevaxleth and VexPex.
'Logan' Breakout Dafne Keen on Audition Embarrassment and Her X-23 Future

1. She comes from a film-friendly family. Keen is the daughter of British actor Will Keen (The Crown, Wolf Hall) and Spanish actress Maria Fernandez Ache, with multiple directors and writers in her extended family. “I remember spending entire school holidays in rehearsing spaces, watching my mum and dad working, and followed them around on tour or on film sets all the time,” she tells Heat Vision. “I went to see Hamlet, which they directed about 10 times, and I always loved it. I remember I used to listen to the actors rehearsing and try to remember all their lines while I played with the color filters they put in the lights.” From her parents, she says, she’s learned about “being truthful, and the most important thing being telling the story, and all working together for the same thing. I love that.” (x)

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MariChat Balconey scene

Chat Noir lands on Marinette’s balcony and walks over to her by the railing.

Chat Noir: “Well, princess, it’s nice to see you again.“

Marinette: “Hi, Chat.”

Chat Noir: “Why are you so happy?” He asks, seeing her smiling face. “You look almost as if you’re in love.”

Marinette: “I am.” Her smile grew thinking about it.

Chat Noir: “Who? Is it me? Did this knight in shining armor steal your heart?”

Marinette: “No.” She laughed. “Someone else. And I can’t stop thinking about him.”

Chat Noir: “Must be someone special. I hope everything works out for you. I’m in love too right now and I’m just trying to find a way to tell her how I really feel.”

Marinette: “I can’t seem to get him out of my head.”

Chat Noir: “I see her everywhere.”

Marinette: “He’s so sweet and I can’t escape.“

Chat Noir: “She’s so confident that it makes me smile.“

Marinette: “With his emerald eyes.“

Chat Noir: “Her bluebell eyes.”

Marinette: “His hair that shines like the sun.”

Chat Noir: “Her hair as dark as night.”

Marinette: “I see him everyday.”

Chat Noir: “I see her everyday.”

“Wait!” They both shouted, turning to each other.

Marinette: “Are you describing me?!”

Chat Noir: “No. Are you describing me?”

Marinette: “No.”

Chat Noir: “I’m talking about Ladybug.”

Marinette: “I’m talking about Adrien Agreste.”

“Wait!” They said again.

Chat Noir: “You’re in love with Adrien Agreste?!”

Marinette: “You’re actually in love with Ladybug?!”

Chat Noir: “Of course. She’s fantastic.“

Marinette: “Why wouldn’t I be? He’s amazing.”

They both blushed.

Marinette: “We’re both crazy and in love.” She laughed.

Chat Noir: Chat squinted his eyes at her. “You know, Marinette … you kind of look like Ladybug.”

Marinette: “And you … look a little bit like Adrien.” She said, squinting back.

They both leaned forward, staring at each other.

“That can’t be … what?!”

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Super personal question that I will 100% understand if you dont answer: How would you describe the feeling/experience of being demisexual? I'm currently questioning myself but I don't have anything to compare it to so I'm just super lost.

Well I had never felt sexually attracted to anyone or had ever loved anyone before. Then when I started dating my date mate I started feeling both (love and sexual attraction) for them. It was super strange at first because I was like wtf are these feelings what’s happening. But that’s what made me realize that im not fully asexual, that I’m just on the spectrum.


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Request: Can I request a civil war!Bucky oneshot where Reader comes home to Bucky (in his little apartment) to find him and Steve staring at eachother and like Steve points a gun and asks who’s she and then Bucky gets all protective and they both escape the black panther together and fluff (sorry for long request 😂) love your writing!❤️

A/N: Are there any classes for naming your work because I feel like I need some… Anyways, this is basically just the chasing scene from Civil War only it’s described by me. Of course I left some parts out and also there are some parts with the reader that I’ve changed to fit the story but… yeah. I literally watched the scene while writing this, pausing it every few seconds to be as accurate as possible. I realize I could have just come up with something myself but… gotta stay true to Marvel. I don’t know if that bothers some of you but I’m sorry if it does.
It’s messy, probably not easy to understand but if you’ve seen Civil War (which I’m sure you have at this point) you might know what I’m talking about. It’s not very fluffy, sorry about that. It’s hard to mix action and fluff. Hope you’ll like it either way!
ALSO, I keep referring to T'Challa as the ‘guy with the cat suit’ or armor or whatever bc the reader nor Bucky knows who it is and i mean, he wears a scary cat suit okay idk

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Lacrosse Practice

A/N: I didn’t proof read this, so I’m so, so sorry if there are any mistakes, if there are, please tell me and I will fix them right away and enjoy this imagine. I love you guys xxx

You were so nervous yet so excited, you were getting ready for the Lacrosse try outs and you were on the field watching all the guys clumsily put on their jersey’s. You picked up your stick and picked up a ball and flung it across the pitch and perfectly into the net. You heard someone cheering and applauding you in the background, shouting your name, you turned your head and saw your best friend, Y/B/F/N, standing on the bleachers.You waved and placed your focus back on the ball. You picked up another ball and threw the ball into the net again.

“Woah, who the hell is that?” Stiles asked Scott as he watched you throw every ball straight into the net. “That’s Y/N.” Scott replied. “What? Are you sure? I’ve loved her since the first time I saw her, I think I would recognise that goddess. Maybe your werewolf superpowers aren’t working properly today.” Stiles insisted. “Trust me, that’s Y/N. And when do my wolf senses not work?” Scott snapped as he narrowed his eyes at Stiles. “Like that time when we were in that gay club a couple years ago.” Stiles smirked. “Right, sure, ‘cos my powers are meant to be used to sense all gay people, real mature, Stiles.” Scott playfully rolled his eyes at Stiles. “Everybody get on the field! Come on, my grandma can run faster than you, and she’s dead!” Coach shouted and blew his whistle.

You dropped your ball on the ground and ran to the centre of the field where Finstock and all the other players were. “Oooo wow, a girl. Are you sure you’re in the right place, you could get seriously injured by us men.” teased another Lacrosse player. “I can take care of myself, and as for you, get ready for any humiliation and broken bones. I heard for a guy, it’s kinda embarrassing to get beaten up by a girl.” you insulted back. Seriously, a girl can do whatever she freaking wants, don’t be a sexist pig and get a life. “This is the most important time of your lives, these are Lacrosse try outs! Now go! Move it!” yelled Coach. You grabbed your stick again and got into one of the lines, next to Greenberg.

“Come on Greenberg, get the hell up and get to the back of the line. Greenberg, you suck,” your eyes widened. “God, I hate that kid.” Finstock whispered the last sentence but it was loud enough that you heard it. “Careful, Stilinski and McCall are dangerous animals, take it easy, Y/L/N.” you rolled your eyes at him and put the ball in the net of your Lacrosse stick. Stiles and Scott got in position and glanced at each other, both of them tightening their grip to their Lacrosse sticks. You charge at the two boys and they did the same. You pushed your shoulder into Scott and pressed your stick against his back hard and he fell to the ground. That was pretty easy, not gonna lie. Stiles ran towards you and you quickly dodged him while hitting his shins with your stick, causing him to trip up and fall to the grass, immediately joining Scott. You threw the ball towards the net and the guy in goal missed the ball, letting the ball hit the back of the net.

You turned round and everyone’s jaws had dropped, even Coach’s. “There’s no point looking at you losers now, Stilinski, McCall, you disgust me. What the hell was that?!” Finstock yelled and you snorted and tried to cover your mouth. “I guess, you should congratulate your new Lacrosse captain…?” Coach continued. “Applaud her, you lazy slugs!” A roar of cheering and whistling deafened you and you smiled. You turned your head and you saw Stiles still on the floor as he watched Scott lift himself up. You barged through your disgusting classmates and made your way to Stiles.You offered your hand to him and he gladly took it, you lifted him up and he brushed off all the grass off his uniform.

“That was pretty amazing, you even beat poor McCall here.” Stiles pointed at Scott. “You probably scarred him for life, poor Scottie boy.” Stiles continued sarcastically and you laughed at his humour. Scott placed his hand on your shoulder and you looked over at him. “That was incredible, congrats on being Captain, you deserve it and it’s about time a girl proves everyone wrong. Well done. Stiles, I’ll meet you in the changing rooms, bye Y/N.” Stiles winked at Scott. “Thanks Scott, trust me, you did great with the other players.” you finished and he left, leaving you and Stiles alone again. “Sorry if I really hurt you, Stiles.” Stiles shook his head, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. It would be kinda funny if you left a mark, then I could be reminded everyday that I got my ass kicked by a beautiful and talented girl.” Stiles immediately stopped when he realised what you said and his a soft red coated his cheeks.

“Oh god, I just meant that…” Stiles paused and froze for a second. “There’s literally no way of me saving myself here, is there?” you shook your head and smiled. “Sorry Stiles, now, what were you saying?” you taunted. “Oh fuck it. Y/F/N, you are the most prettiest girl I ever laid my eyes on and I’ve liked you for so long, so, so long, trust me, it’s been long and Scott thinks it’s pathetic since I never confessed my love to you and I talk about you literally everyday and it’s been long, you can even ask him. Actually, don’t, that would be pretty embarrassing for me when you find out how long I’ve liked you, and I’m rambling, oh shit, this is hard. Okay, how would you like to go on a date with me, this Friday at 6?” You pretended to think even though you knew what your answer was gonna be but you just wanted to taunt Stiles just a tiny bit longer. “Look, Stiles, you’re a great guy and i’m sure any girl would be lucky enough to have you but i’m not one of them…” Stiles looked down and grabbed his Lacrosse stick and was about to say something until you quickly continued. “Of course I will, I’ve liked you for so long too but maybe not as long as you, the way you described it, it was liked you’ve liked me since I was literally born.”

Stiles wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, twirling you around. He stopped after a few seconds of you both laughing and you squealing. “Don’t do that to me ever again. A guy like me can only handle a lot of rejection and I swear I could hear my heart breaking, I don’t think I could ever love anyone again if you carried on.” you laughed and smiled at him since he really did love you and you could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for him. “We should probably go. You know, before Finstock screams at us and makes you cry.” you playfully insulted Stiles. “Yeah, I cry really easily, you know I cried when I first watched the ending of the last Star Wars movie, that shit hit me hard.” you laughed so much, you could feel yourself tearing up. You knew you were going to fall hard for Stiles and you had no idea how you were going to pick yourself up if anything bad happened. It was going to be impossible.

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Headcanon #124

McCree, Genji, and Hanzo were lounging around in the living room while looking at all the other members of Overwatch and discussing which of them were waifu or husbando. When Genji asked McCree if Reinhardt was waifu or husbando. McCree was conflicted as to which of these perfectly fit the huge muscled man.

McCree: “Ya know, I kinda feel like that ol’ Rein does fit the bill for both waifu and husbando but I don’t think either of those words do the man justice.”

Hanzo: “Then tell us, what word would you use?”

McCree: “…Well… I kinda don’t wanna say it, especially as an honest answer. Cause I want my parents to still love me and I wanna go to heaven.”

Genji: “Ok first off, you don’t have any parents. Second, pretty sure you’re still going to hell for all that Deadlock shit you pulled. And don’t worry Jesse, we won’t judge you.”

Hanzo: “…outloud.”

McCree: “Fine, fine. I would describe him as…………. daddy.”

Hanzo: “…………..Oh dear god.”

Genji: “Yeah, sounds about right.”

Hanzo turns to look at his brother with a face that shouts ‘You bring dishonor to us all.’

Hanzo: “I’m starting to not regret killing you.”

Genji: “You can’t kinkshame me brother.”

away from the sun ; teaser  {taehyung | reader}


Once every five years, when the June solstice arrives and graces the sky with the midnight sun, a comet dashes by.

It is more than just a blinking light that moves at an unhinged speed. According to what you’ve heard, it looks like it stills in the middle of the vastness of space, and its tail flickers and shimmies in long tendrils of vibrant colors full of meaning — a subtle force that speaks to the humans who look up to the stars and set their eyes on the glowing meteorite, unique but just as intense for every single gaze. It speaks of soulmates and fate, of heavy truths and indelible bonds.

Each person sees a different pool of colors. You’ve heard more than a thousand stories, of people who saw the colors of the fireplace and others who were seized by the soothing hues of woodland during dawn. You’ve read about colors that go from the red blush of a beach beneath the sunset to the ivory traces of a wintry hill covered in thick snow. The colors do not give them the name of their soulmates, but once they find their other half, they will see those rich tones reflected in their lover’s eyes.

It is the most fascinating fairytale you have ever heard, and you have a hard time accepting it is all real, even if it’s been a reality that has existed long before you were born. And even if you haven’t been able to stare at the comet with your own eyes, you still look up to the day of your twenty first birthday with a fervor that never dies down. Every time you close your eyes you can almost see the set of colors blinking back at you, thousands of kilometers away but nearer than ever.

And more than knowing how the eyes of your soulmate will look like, you long to feel that exhilaration others are able to describe so distinctly, of getting a glimpse of something that goes beyond anyone’s perception. Something that’s not quite human, yet still feels close to home.

Seokjin Scenario: The Rhythm Of The Rain - Part 1

Request: Can I request a Bodyguard AU. Where Seokjin is Y/N bodyguard and at first Y/N was too scared to talk to him but realize one day he is actually a goofball and kind hearted person. Y/N warms up to him and eventually falls for but promise not to tell him because it would risk his job. But something happens and risks his life protecting y/n. You end up confessing to him. Please surprise me in the ending? It can be tragic or a happy one. Thankies~

Genre: Romance / Drama - Bodyguard AU

Part 2

How many types of torture could your tutor pull off? You were sure the old woman had some horrible things under her sleeves, you were going to have nightmares about her making your life miserable and you were sure she would have a blast with that. You covered your yawn with your book while she went over your exam. Truth be said, you loved to learn new languages but not with that lady, she just made it all the most boring and painful. Maybe if you tried to convince your father that you already knew enough you could get some time off from your German lessons, you giggled and dissimulated it with a cough when she turned to look at you.

You sighed while she went about why you weren’t making any advance from the basics and how the daughter of the ambassador should know more than to just introduce herself in German by know, you refrained yourself from huffing and instead focused in how pretty your sparkly pink pen was; you already knew enough languages and weren’t only taking German but also French classes and you were sure she barely knew two and was just being a bitch on purpose while you were still jet lagged by your last travel with your father.

– I’m going to the bathroom – you showed the most faked smile ever and stood up without waiting for any type of permission, overly satisfied with the way your heels echoed with each step while you made your way outside. –Stupid witch, god how I hate her –

You threw the door harshly at your back and almost fell if it wasn’t for the pair of arms grabbing you before you could touch the ground. Why were you even wearing heels inside? That pair was as marvelous as they were unstable and you should have known better than to forget about the carpet outside in which you unceremoniously got tangled with.

You held onto the arms holding you but instantly let go when you saw to whom they belonged to and almost fell again in the process. You stumbled a little onto your feet again and brushed some invisible dust from your pants, your heart was beating faster than it should for only almost falling onto your bodyguard.

–I’m sorry…– you looked down feeling stupid out of the blue, why was it suddenly harder to breath? You fisted your hands to get a grip on yourself and looked at him in the eyes. The guy was new, barely had a month there and you didn’t even know his name yet but he was… distressing, unsettling, scary and so stoic, like he only stood there like a statue, a good looking one you could agree but still, so cold. But every single one of the bodyguards you’d met was like that, so you didn’t understand why you felt so intimidated and scared by him.

He nodded and went to his usual position once again, hands laced behind his back, chin tipped up, eyes lost somewhere to the front in a sort of calm alert, with that type of seriousness that made you feel childish out of the sudden in the middle of your outbursts, so you just turned around and literally flew upstairs towards your bedroom and as away from him as you could be in that moment.

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anonymous asked:

do you want me to leave?

It wasn’t suppose to be this way, you were suppose to fall in love and have this amazing man in your life. But it just wasn’t that way.

Harry filled my heart with so much love, but I didn’t fill his. He used me and never gave anything in return, well what I wanted in return. All ever did was use me for his own pleasure and go be with another girl the next night. It truly broke my heart.

My phone starts to ring striking my attention to it sitting on my nightstand. When I pick it up and squint to see who it is from.

“Can you come over?”

It was a text message from harry asking me to come over, sadly I know exactly what he is asking for. What he always wants fro me. I look at the clock and see that it is 12:38 am. It’s actually pretty early compared to the usual times Harry likes to call me.

“Yes” I respond back to him

I get dressed into something a little more put together but nothing to impressing because what’s the point to impress someone who doesn’t love you. I jump in my car and ride over to his place. He doesn’t live that far away so the ride back and forth isn’t the worst. I pull up and park the car in his drive way. I sneak out of the car and stride my way up to his front door. He always keeps it unlocked when I come over and I just walk right up to his bedroom.

“Glad you came” harry says laying on his sheets just in his boxers

“I’m happy to see you” I say trying to muster up a genuine smile and not wanting to get upset

“Come over here” harry says patting the empty spot next to him

I walk over and before I lay down I strip to just to underwear and bra. I lay with him and instantly Harry rolls on top of me, he starts this my lips and leads down to my neck. We both rid of the rest of our undergarments.

The whole night Harry made me feel so much pleasure I can’t even describe how good. But it isn’t good enough. Isn’t good enough because to me it is making love but to him it’s just a hook up. When I’m getting close to finishing I’m trying to hold back my tears. I feel like I can’t do this anymore. Thankfully it ends a bit sooner then I expected and I last flat against his bed. We sit there in silence till Harry speaks up.

“I got a long day tomorrow, I’m going to bed. Just make sure you lock the door before you leave” harry says pulling the blanket up to his shoulders

“Do you want me to leave?” I asks sounding really confused and kinda shocked

“Sorry y/n I know but I got a long day” harry says not wanting to face me and keeps his eyes closed

“Fine Harry, maybe it’s best that this is the last time than” I says ripping my close back on quickly and walking out his bedroom door

“No y/n don’t be that way, I’ll miss you so much” Harry yells out to me

But when that’s all he said and I kept on making my way to his front door I knew he wouldn’t really miss me. He would find a new girl to replace me and I truly never meant much to him. This man would never love me.


anonymous asked:

I can't believe. I have no words to describe properly what I'm feeling. Just..Just..HideKane is so amazing??? Like??? I love them so much, this ship is so beautiful. Just imagine, Hide bows and calls Kaneki "King". They look at each other in a total silence for a minute and they both start laughing, like Hide just did something silly, and Kaneki calls him an idiot, and they hug and twirl and they cry, because they are so happy to be in each other's arms again.

Now this is the kind of content I want. Tell me more. I’m listening

anonymous asked:

Can I please ask for 2D just being cared for and loved,,,, his S/O reassuring him that he is a good person and that they love him,,, please I NEED it

A/N: I think we all need this, and just so everyone is clear this is written in second  person (also in advance the ending kinda went to shit and I want death)

“Do you really love me?”

It was another normal night for you and 2D.

Murdoc had gone out to some party for the evening, Noodle was already asleep, and Russell was practicing drums in the studio, leaving you two in the living room having a horror movie marathon. 

But something felt off, 2D hadn’t seemed to be enjoying the movie that much, even though he really loves a good scary film, his mind seemed to be else where.

“Stu? Are you okay?”

He tilted his head slightly up from your lap where it previously rested. His expression just seemed so dull, and sad. But that quickly changed once his eyes met your’s.

“Nothings wrong love, what makes you think that?” He said, a little too fast, and in a little too happy of a tone.

Raising an eyebrow you look at him with a more serious face, “Don’t even try that with me, I know you too well. Now what’s wrong?”

He sighed, knowing that what you said was true. There was no point in lying or hiding, since you could see right through it. “It’s just…” 2D sat up taking your hands in his, not making eye contact. “It’s just, (Y/N) do you really love me?”

By the sound of the light gasp that left your lips, he could already tell you didn’t like the question, and when he looked up he could confirm his theory with the hurt expression that laced your face.

“Stuart Pot, how could you ask such a question?” He slightly flinched at the use of his full name. 

“I-I…I didn’t mean to offend you I-I was just-” You stopped him, taking your hands out of his, lifting them to his face, cupping it so he would have no choice but to look at you. 

“Stu, look at me.” His eyes slowly turned towards you, “Words can’t even begin to describe how much you mean to me. How much you’ve made me smile. How much you’ve made me laugh, and all the joy you’ve brought into my life. So yes, I really do love you, and don’t you ever, and I mean ever, second guess my feelings for-” You were cut off by two long arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace.

“(Y-Y/N), I’m…I’m sorry. It just, how do I deserve someone like you?”

“I could ask you the same. But enough of this topic okay? It’s almost 2 AM, we both should get some sleep, how does that sound?”

“Fine with me, but I’m to lazy too leave the couch.” And with that, he pulled you down with him so you were still cuddled close to each other. “Goodnight love.” His only response to that was a quiet mumble. “I love you~”

“Love you too, now sleep.” You say back, resting your head on his chest as both of you drift off.

Morgan Rielly - Part Five

I’m so excited for the next part in a few days! Hope you all like it so far. 

I scramble into the car without another thought. The interior is sleek, everything a faceless black from the steering wheel to the floor mats. I eye everything warily until Morgan catches my eye, a smirk meeting me as I look at him.

               “Nice car, huh?” He asks and I roll my eyes. “No? You can walk then…”

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anonymous asked:

Don't you think the term pansexual is unnecessary? Like, bisexuality isn't just feeling attraction to cis men and women, it includes all genders. Think about it, they're both kinda the same thing? I can't see the difference. Please tell me if I'm wrong (sure I am).

No, I don’t. Specific identity labels don’t exist because they’re necessary. They exist because they’re helpful. The label pansexual might not be helpful to you, but if it helps another person more precisely describe how they feel, that’s a good thing. 

It’s also worth noting the history of the labels “pansexual” and “bisexual.” When understanding of nonbinary genders was picking up in the West in the late 90s and early 2000s, there was a debate in the bisexual community about how to best respect people with those identities. Some people wanted to create a new word with an etymology that would more clearly reflect the diversity of genders, and some wanted to reclaim the word “bisexual” from the medical establishment that had created it, redefining it in keeping with how actual bisexuals thought about their orientation. 

Of course, this created a collective action problem with some people ardently believing in one solution and some in another. So, bisexuality was reclaimed AND pansexuality took off as a label. And I think it’s a testament to how openminded and accepting the m-spec community is that both the bisexual community and pansexual community largely get along and accept each other. 

Sure, there is overlap in what the words mean. Language is messy, and labels are no different! Definitely a lot of people identify as both. Some people choose one and not the other because it better fits the nuance of how they experience attraction, or for political and community reasons. So the differences are nuanced, and there is plenty of overlap, but that doesn’t mean we should just get rid of a word that’s helpful for people. 

If you’re interested in reading more about bisexuality vs. pansexuality, here are some places you might start: [x, x, x]

a yes ;

In which Ignis decides that happiness should be made, not waited for.

How many years had you and Ignis been together? You’d known each other since elementary school; a much-smaller you would play with a much-smaller him when he was still in regular school–not in the program that allowed him to learn under the guidance of the royal family. He recalled the year of his tenth birthday: you were the only one who came to his party.

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Hi guys! Hope you enjoy this one! 

Plot: Harry wants to have sex and Y/N… doesn’t.

Warnings: It’s not smutty, but does imply sexy activities.

Pic isn’t mine. 

Everything about me was Harry.

My feet felt cold on the tile floor and my hands moved over the material of my towel, drying my forearms before setting it aside. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, the girl staring back wasn’t at all the sight I had expected. I’d thought her to have eyes wide with worry and raw bitten lips as her nerves were eating up her insides. The reality was quite the opposite, actually. My cheeks were glowing and my eyes, though wide, held nothing but warmth and… wonder. I looked relaxed and happy, oddly at peace. All this was caused by Harry’s effect on me, no doubt.

He was so wonderful.

The brush I was moving through my hair belonged to Harry, just like the toothpaste I’d used and the cloths covering my damp skin were his. After the shower I’d just taken, I even smelled like him. This wasn’t what alarmed me. Being Harry’s and wearing his things almost like evidence was something I found quite nice. It made me feel good and wanted. Our lives were woven together. We were a team.
What freaked me out and had me close to losing my mind, was what I expected Harry thought would happen tonight. I swallowed the lump in my throat and set the brush down with shaking fingers and my heart fluttering widely in my chest. My gaze fell to my trembling fingers and lingered there, before darting back up and to the mirror.
The girl looking back at me was pretty. She had lips Harry found soft to kiss, cheeks he’d said were perfect for his hands to caress and hair he loved to have his face buried in when we were napping together.
Of course I knew that my self-worth shouldn’t be depending on his approval, and it didn’t, but knowing that Harry found me beautiful gave me incredible confidence and made me feel wanted. How couldn’t it?

I released a long breath and shook my head. Maybe I was over reacting. I didn’t even know for sure that my suspicion was right.

“Enjoying the view?”

I flinched at Harry’s rough voice, but smiled when I noticed his figure through the reflection, standing in the doorway to the bathroom with his back leant against it, looking at me with a gentle smile on his face.
He was ridiculously handsome. His shoulders were relaxed, his hair brushed back from his forehead and the tattoos decorating his chest were covered by a white shirt which let little to the imagination and allowed the dark drawings to shine through the material. His brows raised when he noticed me checking him out and he chuckled.

“Hi,” I spoke quietly and smiled at him, my eyes locking with his.

Harry replied with the widening of his own smile and a blush rising to his soft cheeks. My heart fluttered at the sight of his adorable dimples and I longed to touch his cheek with my palm in a caressing gesture. His arms unfolded from in front of his chest and he stepped closer, coming up behind my body so he could wrap his arms around my waist. I hummed when his chin rested on my shoulder and turned to press a kiss to his warm cheek, allowing my lips to linger for a moment, before making room for him to nestle his face into my neck.

“You smell nice,” Harry whispered into my skin.

I moved to lay my own hands onto his which had come to rest on my stomach and gasped when he pulled me closer into him while pressing himself against me at the same time. The warmth of his chest met my back and I felt myself whimper at the closeness as butterflies danced around at the bottom of my stomach and my cheeks burned even brighter. His soft hair, of which some of the strands had began to curl again, was tickling against my cheek and Harry growled lowly when he heard my laugh.

“S'your shampoo,” I murmured.

His chest rumbled and I interlocked our fingers together. My eyes looked back into the mirror, looking at our reflection and I couldn’t quite believe how lucky I was. I stood completely wrapped into the man I loved.  

“Hm,” Harry hummed, squeezing my frame tighter, “Thought so. Better not be some other bloke’s.”

“Never,” I said, speaking quickly and with no hesitation, as I meant it with my whole heart.

I didn’t want anybody else. I couldn’t have. It was only Harry.

My words coaxed a low moan from the back of Harry’s throat and his piercing green eyes met mine in the mirror when he lifted his head. His temple gently nudged mine and I leaned into him, allowing my body to fully relax against his. We hadn’t been each other’s for long, yet I knew Harry felt the intense connection between us, too. To be honest, sometimes I was sure anyone around us could feel the bond Harry and I shared, it was like a magnetic field pulling us together. He leaned his cheek against mine and smiled at me, making me feel dizzy at how intimate this felt. I didn’t even mind the small sting of his stubble against my skin.

“You’re beautiful.”

Harry’s words sent a shiver down my back and I clenched my hands around his, before moving my thumb over his warm skin. I knew he meant the compliment and though Harry was the kind of person who found beauty in practically anything, I felt incredible knowing he found me attractive, too.

“Thanks,” I replied in a whisper, my voice shaking with nerves.

Harry’s soft lips pressed to the skin on my neck and my lips opened in a breathy gasp when he began to nip and suckle. A small moan fell from my mouth at the sensation and I would have blushed at the noise if it hadn’t been Harry who’d caused it. No one made me feel as comfortable and relaxed as Harry did, but at the same time his own confidence, especially when it came to sex, intimidated me. A lot.

“Harry,” I spoke quietly and my eyes fell shut when his hot mouth continued to press wet kisses to my skin, making sure to leave a small trail of reddened spots.

The hold he had on my waist tightened briefly before he nestled his head deeper into my neck and against my skin.
I knew where this was leading, my suspicion confirmed when he pulled me even closer against his body and began to walk back slowly, taking me with him in the process. My body was no longer relaxed and when my eyes found my reflection once more before being pulled out of the bathroom, I no longer looked at peace. Harry’s arms held me with great strength and I felt my heart drop even lower. My palms felt sweaty and my mouth was so dry even swallowing felt peculiar. Oh god.

It wasn’t too long ago when Harry and I had had sex together for the first time. The experience was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on and I replayed the events in my head over and over. Whenever I thought about, I found myself surprised at how it had actually been me who’d dared doing that. I’d touched Harry, kissed him and even coaxed small sounds from him. Looking back, it almost felt like watching it all happen in a movie, not in real life.
Pleasurable and all-consuming were words I found appropriate to describe the moments spent in his bed, the memory of him kissing me, holding me and connection our bodies made my insides weak and my head cloudy. The intimacy had been something I’d craved to feel and with Harry… it was perfect.
So why did I feel like crying, now that Harry was initiating for the events to repeat themselves?

We were standing in front of his bed, both of his tattooed arms still wrapped around my form tightly and his mouth now attached to mine, invading it with his tongue. The kiss felt heavy and needy, an almost desperate way to connect us and feel each other. Harry moaned lowly and I shivered when his hands pulled at the hem of my (technically his) shirt. His eyes found mine with warmth and lust in them and he smiled widely before pulling the fabric over my head, letting it drop to the floor.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he cursed at the sight of me and my cheeks flushed when I remembered my lack of bra.

Harry reached forward and gently moved his hands over my chest, cupping and squeezing them every now and again. I whimpered and was relieved when his mouth met mine again, kissing and nipping on my lips to coax another whine from me. Kissing I was comfortable with.
His hands moved down from my breasts to my hips and took hold of them, before gently pushing so my body was laid down and onto his bed and the soft sheets. My legs felt like jelly when they pressed together and I had trouble moving back on the mattress, as my limps were much too weak to support my own weight.
The only light illuminating the room was the one coming in from through the open door, making Harry’s face glow a little and so much more beautiful. His green eyes found mine and he crawled up to me, nudging my temple with his nose in a playful gesture. But it didn’t set me at ease.
His shirt was pulled over his head and landed on the floor and I let myself fall back onto the bed, my head resting on his soft pillows.

Maybe it would be quick, I thought, quicker than last time and over before I knew it. Harry was already half naked and hard, I’d felt it against my leg when we’d kissed, so that meant he was in the mood. Hell, I was almost completely naked myself, so it was impossible to say no now, wasn’t it? I’d led him on too far.
Perhaps if I took a deep breath I would be able to enjoy it even. It had been good the last time, so there really was no reason for me to be so frightened now. Harry hadn’t hurt me when we’d had sex. He had been patient and sweet the entire time, as well as attentive for every movement I made so he knew right away when to repeat a certain movement and when to do something else.
C'mon Y/N, I urged myself, he’s amazing in bed. The intimacy wasn’t all that scary last time so don’t chicken out now!

Harry’s mouth settled onto my neck once more and he groaned into the skin when his crotch met my clothed heat, the friction pleasuring to him. I felt his eyes squeeze shut and he pressed himself closer against me, moaning lowly. His hands settled onto my thighs and I whimpered when he moved them further apart so he could rest comfortably in between them. My body went rigid and my eyes closed.


I looked up at Harry who was still hovering over me, though now he was holding himself up a little higher so he could look at me. His clear eyes were full of confusion and surprise and I gasped when he leaned down to connect out lips in a tender kiss. I whimpered and moved my lips with his, allowing his tongue to slip in and I felt myself slowly relax. Only now did I realize how my arms had been stiff and pressed to my sides the entire time, so I raised them quickly to wrap around his shoulders in an attempt to hide my discomfort.

But there was no fooling him.

“What is it, baby?” Harry whispered the words against my cheek, kissing the skin softly, before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into him and in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered and suddenly felt like crying.

There was a lump in my throat and my eyes stung. He was going to be mad, I thought, how couldn’t he be. I was being so ridiculous.
Harry pulled away from me again, settling my body into the covers. He moved up so he could still lean over me and get a closer look at my face, as he tried to read what was going on.
I moved my head and looked away with big, ugly tears already spilling onto my cheek, the embarrassment growing by the second I had his eyes on me.

“Sweetheart,” Harry urged me gently, nudging my cheek with his nose, letting it linger and gently rub agains my skin.

I whined and shook my head. I could feel how uncomfortable I was making Harry, confusing and frightening him with my reaction to be touched by him. It made me cry even more and my arms dropped from around me back onto the mattress.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” I cried quietly, “I can’t- I just can’t.”

A frown formed on Harry’s lovely face and he quickly shook his head when more sobs escaped my lips. His thumbs began to gently move across my cheeks as he rested his body on top of mine, still holding most of his weight on his elbows so I wasn’t being hurt. It felt like he was trying to shield me from harm and having the familiar warmth of his body pressed to me actually helped me breathe.

“Baby, it’s okay,” Harry whispered into my skin, kissing my jaw softly, “Shh, shh, calm breaths. It’s all good, yeah?”

I hesitantly looked back at him and my expression grimaced at the kindness in his gaze. Harry leaned in once more to kiss my cheek, then he moved off of me and to the side of the bed where he reached for the shirt he’d thrown away a moment ago. The material was still warm when he handed it to me and my cheeks were burning when he motioned for me to sit up. Hesitantly I moved up and Harry knelt onto the bed and over my thighs, so he could aid me pulling the shirt on, covering my naked torso. The moment my chest was no longer exposed, I felt better. Harry’s eyes were set onto my face and he waited patiently for me to tell him what was wrong. I felt ashamed.

“I-” My breath hitched and I hiccuped.

“You don’t want to,” he interrupted, voice tender and calm.

The way Harry said it, it sounded as if he wasn’t even angry with me. His eyes were gentle and I whimpered when his hand reached out to caress my cheek.

“No,” I whispered and shook my head, “I don’t.”

Harry’s mouth opened and he stayed silent for a moment, his gaze set on my face. Then he shrugged. “Alright.”

“I’m so sorry,” I spoke quickly, reaching out to take hold of his hands in fear he would abandon me in his bed any moment.

Harry however, quickly shook his head to that and smiled softly, squeezing my fingers with his. “Don’t be, my love.”

“I should have said something earlier, before leading you on or-”

“Y/N,” Harry interrupted me, voice firm, “Stop.”

He smiled warmly and my heart fluttered when he brought my hands up to his mouth so he could press a kiss to the back of them. The warmth of his lips and the small noise they made when leaving my skin had a small smile tugging at my lips. Harry’s kind gaze met mine once more.

“We have plenty of time, don’t we? So many more nights to come.”

“Yes, but-”

Harry silenced me with a quick kiss to my lips. “Trust me, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeated once more, guilt eating away my insides. I didn’t want him to think I hadn’t enjoyed out first time together. But given my reaction just now, I supposed it was difficult for him to think anything else.

“Last time… was wonderful,” I murmured, “And I don’t regret it one bit, I promise. But I just… don’t know when I want to do it again.”

Harry nodded and hummed, his gaze set on our interlocked hands. His thumbs moved over the back of my hand before he slowly turned it so we were holding on to each other’s fingers. A smile, real and wide this time, formed on my face when I engaged in his thumb war and Harry chuckled when he got close to pinning my thumb down before I pulled away again quickly. Eventually, he let me win, and I cheered quietly when I managed to hold his own thumb down long enough for us to count to three.

“You win,” Harry stated quietly, a smile gracing his handsome features.

“You let me,” I argued, still holding his hands tightly.

He shrugged and leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Still counts.”

We must have looked so silly. Me, teary eyes and wet cheeks, swollen lips and flushed cheeks. Him, still naked aside form the boxers which were doing a very poor job at hiding his erection. I sniffled noisily and giggle at Harry’s muttered compliment, stating that I was cute when my nose was all snotty.

“I’m glad you’re telling me,” he continued, “You should be able to tell me things like this, no matter how far we already are, okay?”

“So you’re not mad?” I asked in a whisper, looking at him only hesitantly.

“Of course not,” Harry protested, a frown on his beautiful face, “Never. I would never be angry with you for telling me no, Y/N. I have no right to demand anything from you and you don’t have to give me a reason for not wanting sex either.”

My heart fluttered at his words and I blushed even more. Harry’s eyes briefly widened in surprise when my hand reached out and grasped his neck, pulling him in so I could connect our lips in a needy kiss. He moaned and I gasped at the feeling, my shoulders relaxing under his hands as relief cursed through my veins.

In this moment, I couldn’t have been happier. I truly was Harry’s, but he was mine, just as much. This made us a team and I felt safe knowing we were both looking out for each other, even when it meant him protecting me form forcing myself into something I truly did not want to do.

Hope you liked this! Feedback is welcome, Requests are closed. Also, this is a stand alone one shot, so no part2 coming for this one. 

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