“Clark Gable and Carole Lombard are weeping! They don’t know what hit them. What hit them was that they crossed the barrier…from the life they live to the internal world where myth lives in all of us…and Disney provides the passage. And it ain’t kids’ stuff.”
PBS American Experience: Walt Disney on the world premiere of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
I don’t know if you know about what happened on Friday. I woke up early to get the bus to get there “On time” like many others might’ve. Since the line up for your signing wasn’t supposed to be until a hour and a half before as a bunch of people said and in the past the cap was at 200 people. I got there around 9:32 AM just about. We rushed down to the Queue Room as fast as we could go.
When we got there we discovered that they gave out tickets at 8 am and they were gone by 8:30 am because the Center opened a hour early for some reason. We tried to bargain, we tried to sneak (like a few I know had done who ended up seeing you), we tried so many things to no avail. It felt so unfair that me along with so many others were kicked out because the line up time wasn’t correct for meeting you.
I was heartbroken, devastated even knowing I could never meet you. I promised so many good friends I’d ask things since they couldn’t go. I had letters, art even one from @simpleagle that I printed out to give you. But I failed my promises. I failed my friends. I failed to be a messenger. I began to sob as I sorted through the pile of things I had printed for you my stuff I drew, wrote and other things my friends made. My face was so red from crying I felt like a idiot in front of all those people waiting for you.
After I came back from getting food my mom was there following the line saying a Enforcer let her in but another came to get out or we’d be flagged to even going near you he sounded almost cheerful saying it. They made us give them our gifts to them because “he wouldn’t care/he won’t even look at it” that hit me with a sinking feeling of dread.
I don’t know if you will see this @markiplier but hopefully you will. Hopefully others will share this so you can see the mess that happened.
OK FOR REAL HERE NOBODY’S TALKING ABOUT THAT LAST MOMENT WITH RAVEN
LIKE SHE’S SITTING ON THE STEPS COMPLETELY ALONE PROBABLY THINKING EVERYONE LEFT HER BEHIND TO SAVE THEMSELVES IN THE BUNKER WHILE SHE’S STUCK BY HERSELF
EVEN AFTER SHE CHOSE TO LIVE SHE’S STILL STUCK WITH NO ESCAPE, NO FRIENDS TO SUPPORT HER
AND THEN SHE HEARS THE DOOR OPEN
AND ONE BY ONE
EACH PERSON LINES UP
HOW MANY ARE THERE? SEVEN?
THIS WAS A MISSION ACCOMPLISHABLE FOR ONE TO TWO PEOPLE
JUST A FEW HOURS AGO SHE WAS READY TO DIE. BUT SEEING ALL THOSE PEOPLE THAT LOVE HER… LOVE HER ENOUGH TO LEAVE THE SAFETY OF THE BUNKER THAT GUARANTEED THEIR SURVIVAL AND CROSS DANGEROUS TERRITORY… JUST TO SAVE HER….
AND BLESS HER HEART SHE’S SO SHOCKED THAT ANYONE ACTUALLY LISTENED TO HER CALL FOR HELP
“what are you doing here?”
“we won’t leave you behind”
AND THAT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WAS THE MOMENT MY HEART PHYSICALLY SWELLED WITH TEARS
CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT THO? ONE SECOND YOU’RE COMPLETELY ISOLATED AND THE NEXT EVERYONE WHO LOVES YOU COMES TO RESCUE YOU?
DO YOU EVER JUST? CRY? BECAUSE RAVEN REYES IS FINALLY FEELING THE LOVE SHE DESERVES?/????//
Plot: Y/N feels overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to let her Harry know.
I combined my own idea with a request about H hearing Y/N admit something over the phone.
Hint before reading: Take a moment and think of that one thing that’s overwhelming you right in this moment, the one thing that makes your stomach feel sick and the one thing that keeps you up at night. Okay now you can read it.
Pic isn’t mine but I like to think that it is.
“Are you sure everything’s alright?”
My throat dried when I allowed my eyes to meet with his sparkling green orbs and the pure worry in them made it difficult not to tear up. With a deep breath I forced myself to smile.
“Everything is fine, Harry,” I promised him, my tone just sweet enough for it to cover up the lie, “It was a long day.”
“Again?” Harry inquired quietly.
“Again.” I tried to laugh but got up to walk to the kitchen when I failed.
Ever since the beginning of this week there had been a heavy and uncomfortable feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach making me feel so sick at times I believed I would vomit. But I couldn’t let it show.
“Do you want some tea?” I called towards him.
“Sure, yeah. Thanks, beautiful.”
With trembling fingers I reached for the kettle and I closed my eyes in hopes of calming down enough to keep my distraught emotions a secret. And what better than a hot cup of tea? There was nothing I loved more than spending time with Harry and if I could I would have him near me at all times. I felt myself long for him when he was gone, fantasized about being in his presence when I wasn’t and when I had him I felt at peace. Momentarily. Harry made me feel warm and without knowing it he’d become the only person who managed to decorate my face with an honest smile. We hadn’t been dating for long, only a couple of months, and it was true that we were happy. Never before had I felt this close to another person, never before did I trust somebody with my whole heart and no one had ever understood me the way that Harry did. Harry was my everything. And still I couldn’t find it in me to trust him with my worried mind.
It wasn’t that I thought Harry wouldn’t be kind. I knew if I were to tell him that I couldn’t find any peace and that not even the nights provided me with rest, he would try all he could to be supportive. What held me back from confiding in him was how utterly ridiculous I felt. Harry had so much going on in his life, he was under constant pressure and given even more from all sides and all at once and still he never uttered as much as one word in complaint. Me? I felt like crying when dealing with what was so minor compared to other people’s problems. How could I possibly admit this without making a fool of myself?
“Y/N?” I heard Harry’s voice call for me.
My breath hitched and I quickly finished both of our teas. “Coming!”
Hearing my friend’s voice over the speaker of my phone relaxed me. At least a little. Kat hadn’t had the time to talk properly in a while due to her job taking up a lot of space in her life and selfishly it felt good to hear that I wasn’t the only person who wasn’t having the best week.
“So anyway,” Kat spoke, “Things took a turn to the better when the guy I told you about showed up again. I think he recovered form the flu or something.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
She chuckled. “I bet your day gets better the moment you have Harry around to comfort you.”
“Well,” I sighed, “Having him around does bring me joy.”
When my voice quivered I knew I messed up.
Kat cleared her throat. “What’s the matter? Does he not understand or what?”
“I’m sure he would,” I muttered.
I didn’t reply. Kat laughed breathlessly.
“You seriously didn’t tell him? Y/N, he’s your boyfriend! And if I receive text after text about how shitty everything is going for you then something really must be up.”
A lump formed in my throat and I let out a small whine. “I don’t know how to talk to him about this thought.”
I shrugged even though she couldn’t see. “Harry has so much going on in his life. Never does he get a break not even on his days off. How could I burden him with my stupid and silly problems when his mind is full of much more important things?”
“Because he’s your boyfriend!” Kat repeated.
“Is that your answer to everything?”
“In a relationship it’s about being there for each other,” Kat lectured, ignoring my words, “You support him constantly. It’s time you let him do the same for you.”
My head snapped up at the noise of my front door opening and then falling shut.
“Y/N? You home, baby?” My heart fluttered at his voice.
“That’s Harry,” I quickly informed Kat, “I got to go.”
With fast steps I walked further into the bedroom and away from where I could hear Harry moving closer towards me.
“Of course,” Kat said and I could hear the smile in her voice, “Just remember. You have to be honest with Harry and tell him how you feel. Otherwise you’re being unfair to him.”
“I know,” I agreed lowly, “I know you’re right.”
Harry’s knuckles lightly knocked onto the wooden door and I turned around to look at him with a smile growing on my face. He looked insanely good. His hair was tousled from the clod wind I knew was tormenting outside, his upper body adorned a thick jumper and his legs were forced into much too tight jeans which to my benefit left little to the imagination.
“Hey,” I breathed.
“Hi.” His voice was quiet and I shuddered when the smile on his face didn’t reach his beautiful eyes.
I walked over to him and reached for his arm. “I’m just going to finish this call really quickly, okay? Then I’m all yours.”
“S’okay,” Harry said and shrugged off my touch, “I just came over to return the shirt you left at my place the other day. M’actually bit busy so I’m just going to head out again.”
My heart sank. “I thought you would stay tonight?”
Harry nodded towards the phone in my palm. “You should’t let your friend wait, Y/N. Wouldn’t want you to be unfair to anybody, right?”
And with that he turned around, out of my reach and towards the exit. The shirt he’d brought me was carelessly thrown onto the mattress and I watched him leave with tears already burning my eyes. What the hell had just happened?
“Y/N? You still there?”
Kat’s voice ripped me back from my thoughts and I quickly told her that I was fine and needed to go. Then I hung up. Great. Now not even my relationship was something I could find comfort in. There was no point in running after him as I new Harry moved fast and since he’d arrived by car I was sure he must be long gone. With my palms ice cold, my legs weak and my stomach in knots I sat down on the bed I’d thought I would be spending the night with Harry on, feeling the most uncomfortable and unhappy and in in general at a low I hadn’t reached before. There was no way I could hold back the tears from burning my cheeks and soon I was a sobbing mess, laying alone on the cold fabric of my bed.
From Harry, 7:20pm. I’m sorry I left like that, love. How about I come back over and we spend the night together like we planned? x
From Harry, 7:22pm. Don’t ignore me now. I know I was being harsh. A bit of a dick actually and I wanna make up for that. Please let me, baby. xx
From Harry, 7:23pm. I heard your conversation with Kat.
With puffy eyes I stared at the three messages. I breathed in shakily and shook my head before picking up the device to reply. There was no way I could face him when I was like this. I felt ashamed enough as it is and couldn’t bear the thought of letting my boyfriend see me in this weakened state.
From Y/N, 7:30pm. It’s okay, Harry, no worries. I’m a bit tired though. Don’t think that hanging out tonight is a good idea. I’m sorry. x
From Y/N, 7:33pm. If you want we could meet up tomorrow?
Teardrops smeared the screen and I brushed them off quickly in order to read Harry’s reply. My heart sank even further upon reading it.
From Harry, 7:34pm. If that’s what you want.
It was what I’d wanted. Still, my chest crumbled and the room filled once more with desperate and loud cries as I let it sink in that I’d successfully driven Harry away. A shaking palm clasped over my mouth as I attempted to somehow quieten the noises of my breakdown as I didn’t want to alarm my neighbours. What was I supposed to do? What was I to tell him tomorrow? That was if he even wanted to see me. My eyes were sore, my throat dry and slowly but surely everything began to hurt. Really ache.
My entire body froze and I forced myself to calm down long enough to make sure I hadn’t heard wrong. No. There was once again the distinct sound of somebody knocking on my front door. Oh god please no. I scrambled to my feet with hurried movements and came to a tumbling stand. With harsh movements I brushed the tears from my smeared cheeks.
“Y/N.” It was quiet but I heard and my heart began to pound heavily in my chest. What was he doing here?
“Harry?” I asked, my voice small and trembling weakly.
I sniffled noisily and tried to steady my breath.
“Course it’s me, love,” Harry hummed, his voice gentle, “Mind opening the door for me? Letting me in, sweetheart?”
“Harry, I really don’t think-”
“I hear it, baby,” he spoke softly, “You’re crying.” His voice sounded so sad, so empty of the anger it held earlier.
The pet names spoken with so much affection, the gentleness in his words and tone… I couldn’t fight any longer. With uncertain fingers I unlocked my front door and before I could turn the handle I had Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist as he forced his way into my apartment. Breathing in his scent as I nestled my face into the warm space between his shoulder and his neck, one of my hands wound itself into his short curls while the other clasped the back of his neck. Harry’s arms tightened around my body, bringing me impossibly close to his chest as he pushed the both of us further inside. I didn’t see but I heard him shut the door with his foot.
“Harry,” I whimpered, trying desperately to step away from him, worried that the endless stream of tears would mess up his jumper.
“No.” Harry’s embrace was tight. He ignored my protest and instead hoisted me up higher so that he could carry me to the couch in my small living room.
I was full on sobbing by this point, my desperation only increasing when he let go of me after making me sit on the couch. My arms were taken into his hands and I turned my head away when he crouched down.
“Y/N, look at me.”
I shook my head, a whimper escaping my parted lips. Harry’s hands moved gently, his fingers drew circles onto my skin. Normally the gesture was enough to calm me down but not today. I felt utterly embarrassed and I knew that Harry slowly began to realize too that this wasn’t just a small and simple break down. This was me, crumbling after having suffered under too much pressure for too long. This was me truly breaking down and falling apart right in front of his eyes. I gasped upon feeling him press his face into my open palms.
“My sweet girl,” Harry breathed into my hands, “Tell me if there is something that I can do for you, you hear?”
“There- there’s no-nothing, Harry.” I swallowed shakily and stared at the back of his head.
Slowly he looked up at me, green eyes wide, kind and patient. His warm hands clasped mine and my breath hitched when his heart shaped lips pressed a loving kiss to them.
“That’s okay, too,” he reassured, “In that case I will just do what I think you need right now, yeah? And if you want something different you tell me.”
He waited for me to nod, a small smile gracing his lips. Harry got to his feet quickly and immediately I was scooped back into his arms and brought to his chest. I hiccuped and Harry chuckled. His body settled onto the couch and I gasped when he placed my own body right on top of his, my back pressed to his chest. His face settled into my neck and I shuddered upon feeling his warm breath. One of Harry’s arms wrapped around my middle while he gently touched my forehead with his other hand, making me rest my head on his shoulder. I sighed and turned so I could nudge his neck with my nose. Next a blanket was pulled over my form, making sure that I was warm.
“Harry,” I whispered into his skin.
He intertwined our legs together before kissing my cheek.
“No more crying,” he said lowly, chest rumbling against my back, “It breaks my heart to see you like this. Which doesn’t mean that I want you to ever keep it from me again when you feel this way.”
The terrible knot at the bottom of my stomach loosened and the longer I breathed him in the more I could feel my heart relax. My breathing slowed, the tears slowly ceased from falling. My own arms wrapped around his and our hands found each other.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized against his skin.
He shook his head and squeezed me. “No, no, my love. S’not what I want. You don’t have to apologize for anything. All I want is that you trust me. That you know that I’m here. Always.”
“I want to see you.”
Careful not to hurt him I turned to lay on my stomach, my body pressed tightly against his chest and I leaned up to press a kiss to his soft skin of his chin. Harry groaned lowly at the sensation.
“You’re my girlfriend,” Harry murmured, his hands rubbing up and down my back, “You can lean on me. Confide in me. Don’t want hear that you’re unwell and hiding it.”
“Are you comfortable?” I wondered quietly, referring to his position.
“Very,” he assured me with a nod, cheekily grabbing my bum and giving it a squeeze.
I swatted his chest with a laugh and he removed his hands and settled them onto my hips instead. I found it hard to believe that having my body sprawled out on top of his was in any way comfortable but in this moment I knew there was nothing other than being in his arms that would heal my tormented mind.
“S’embarrassing though,” I admitted quietly, my unsure eyes finding his.
“S’not,” he argued, “S’part of being in a relationship. I’m yours, you’re mine and we’re both there for each other.”
I liked how natural his words sounded. How much sense they made.
“But,” I began, “what I’m dealing with is so stupid and you-”
“And I’m never too busy to take care of you just like I trust in you always being there when I really need you. And nothing that makes you cry is stupid to me.”
Harry smiled kindly and I could feel myself doing the same. Gently I reached up to cup his cheek and a tiny gasp escaped my mouth before his lips found mine in a loving kiss. Instantly I melted into him. His hands held me close, my own scratched his cheek while the other held onto his hair and for the first time all week I felt like I could truly breath. Harry’s presence took over all of my senses as I cuddled myself even more into his embrace. We continued to kiss until my lungs burned and this time when I teared up it was because my heart couldn’t hold the amount of happiness.
“Why are you like this?” I whispered, staring at my handsome boyfriend with wonder in my eyes.
He smiled and pressed another kiss to my temple. “Because you’re important to me. I need you to know that, love.”
“I do. Thank you so much, Harry. And I care about you, too. So much.”
Another kiss followed to my lips before Harry drew back to rub his nose against mine in a heartbreakingly sweet gesture.
Hope you liked this! Wrote it in one go so apologizes for any mistakes. Also, if any of you are dealing with something shitty at the moment I have my fingers crossed for you and know you’ll be alright. x
Guys I’ve never been so obsessed and so freaking in love with a couple like Westallen. I literally cannot watch a single second of their scenes without crying and screaming. We are blessed with cuteness and beauty and grace that is Westallen and I just cannot handle it. I love both of them as individuals but they together… oh boy it’s all I want in my life because they are literally everything 😍😍 I can hear my heart break when I see how much these two are loving each other and honestly if you don’t agree you can fight me because I’m gonna defend them till my last breath (which I have no doubt will be because of them; let’s be honest I died a couple of times in the past watching them and that’s how I would wanna go 😂).
Please tell me I’m not the only one who feels like my soul and heart are getting ripped out every time I see them and loving it because they are literally goals 🙌🏾❤️ I’m thankful that the writers gave (and still giving) us this healthy relationship and I’m thankful for the fandom cuz no matter where you’re from or who you are the love we feel for Westallen connects us and we would pretty much start a war if anything would happen to them 😂😘
P.S. they are so sweet I can’t even choose a gif without wanting to cry ❣️🤷🏾♀️💁🏾
You started something terrible and gorgeous and I would like to thank you for making me cry.
BOY LET ME TELL YOU I’M IN THE SAME BOAT WITH YOU I JUST
i was just gonna shoot this into the void i wasn’t even. expecting it to go anywhere but it… not only went but just..??? SO MUCH?? i am thrust into the stratosphere with how much i’m just… emotionally shook by the response