i guess everything will be okay now

Reminders to myself (and any other artsy people who follow me i guess)

-You don’t get better at drawing by avoiding drawing until you are better at drawing.

- You don’t have to make a new masterpiece every day it’s okay if all you drew is a doodle of a bug. You are now +1 bug doodle better at doodling bugs. 

- Also it’s okay if the thing you drew didn’t turn out very good. Everything you draw makes you one step closer to being able to draw good. You are still +1 step better at drawing whatever you drew no take backsies.

- You are the only person who knows if your art didn’t turn out as good as you wanted it to. You are the only person who can see the things in your art that weren’t what you imagined in your head. No one else will know unless you tell them.

- Comparing yourself to other artists just isn’t fair. You get to see all of your art, the best stuff and the worst stuff. You usually only get to see the best stuff other artists make. You don’t get to see that half drawn badly propotioned face they drew at 2 am and immediately scrapped. So don’t compare your badly drawn 2 am face to their best work.

- Just keep making art. The only way you can really fail is if you give up. 

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hello everyone, today I’m bringing you: a Fantastic Beats AU where everything is the same except everyone has a dæmon

disclaimer: this AU is very self-indulgent and I haven’t thought out all details and impracticalities of it, so please don’t nitpick. anyway,

- only witches and wizards are born with dæmons, muggles don’t have them

- a lot of dæmons settle as birds seeing as it’s more convenient form that can follow its human when they travel via flying objects like broomsticks

- both Grindelwald and Graves have large birds of prey as their dæmons; the birds are different, but look similar enough to be mixed up by anyone who doesn’t pay too much attention (this is another reason for Graves to be extremely salty once they find him after the whole Grindelwand infiltration incident; “I can’t believe you fools couldn’t tell one bird from another,” he keeps saying. “Maybe I should summon that Scamander guy back in America and ask him to give you all a few zoology lessons.”)

- Tina’s dæmon is an english setter, Queenie’s is a dove

- Credence’s dæmon is a black cat, for two reasons, one of them being me finding it aesthetically pleasing, and the second is that it’d probably piss Mary Lou off even more because there’s a lot of superstitions around black cats plus all that stuff about them being familiars of witches

- when Credence was a child, and his dæmon could still change its form, it took shape of small animals/birds/insects so that Credence was able to hide it from Mary Lou in his pockets; then it settled as a black cat and Credence started having a really hard time keeping it from Mary Lou’s eyes

- I wasn’t sure about Newt’s dæmon, only knowing that I wanted it to be an animal he can carry around on his shoulder so it’d constantly pick fights with Pickett much to Newt’s agitation; then someone I was discussing this AU with suggested an occamy and I ran with it. maybe it doesn’t exactly fit him personality-wise, but it’s my favourite magical creature so I just kind of. put two of my faves together. personal bias much? why yes, absolutely

- (or, you know, Pickett himself could be Newt’s dæmon instead, now that I think of it; those drawings can be read as either of these two options)

- yes, magical creatures can also be dæmons, because why the hell not; I guess it’s just not that common, and if your dæmon settles as one it’s a sign that you’re most likely an eccentric and unpredictable person (and isn’t that what annoys other people)

okay I’m done and please for the love of god don’t delete this long ass comment

Hunk: Hey, quick question? 

Lance: Shoot.

Hunk: Are we even sure that the mice are mice?

Lance: Well… I mean… when we got here they looked like mice so I guess we all just kind of assumed that they were mice? Which, when you think about it, is honestly kind of weird. ‘Cause the mice are 10,000 year old aliens dude… which kind of implies that mice are universal?? Like, Altea had them, and Earth has them. What are the odds of that? We’re a gazillion miles from home, but we still have mice. What could that mean? … Dude. Are the mice actually mice?

Hunk:

Hunk: Gonna be honest with you, I meant for this conversation to go a completely different way, but what you’re saying is really cool and now I’m interested in discussing this as a group.

Lance: Aw, thanks buddy! But what were you gonna say?

Hunk: I was gonna say that, are we sure the mice are actually mice? Because it feels like every time we tell them something, they……… rat us out!

Lance: 

Lance: You’re awful.

‘  all i need is for you to stay by my side.  ’
‘  all of the love songs remind me of you.  ’
‘  all of the words in the world can’t show how much you mean to me.  ’
‘  boy,  could i use your love  &  affection right now.  ’
‘  concept:  we’re both awake at 4 a.m.  i call you to hear your sleepy voice.  ’
‘  cute thing that you do:  the most stereotypical giggle  &  then hiding your face.  ’
‘  don’t let this be temporary.  ’
‘  don’t worry about me.  i just want to know you’re okay.  ’
‘  every day i get to see your gorgeous face is a good day.  ’
‘  everything about our relationship feels so natural  &  perfect.  ’
‘  feelings change,  but mine about you won’t.  ’
‘  hey,  guess what?  i love you.  ’
‘  hold me tight  &  tell me you love me.  ’
‘  i always daydream about living with you.  ’
‘  i am so exhausted,  but i’d sleep so much better with your arms around me.  ’
‘  i can’t help but imagine living with you years from now.  ’
‘  i can’t keep setting fires to keep you warm.  ’
‘  i could listen to you talk about the things you love forever.  ’
‘  i don’t think i’ll ever stop wanting you.  ’
‘  i don’t want those memories any more.  ’
‘  i forget who  &  where i am when we kiss.  ’
‘  i get that warm,  pleasant feeling in my chest when i’m with you.  ’
‘  i hope with all my heart that you love me like i love you.  ’
‘  i hope you feel the same way you make me feel.  ’
‘  i just want to softly cuddle with you  &  count the freckles on your cheek  &  i want to run my fingers through your hair.  ’
‘  i know it’s getting scary,  but you’ve just got your perfect self out of bed  &  do the best with what you’ve got.  i believe in you.  ’
‘  i love looking into your squinted eyes while we laugh.  ’
‘  i love when you give me little kisses on my hand  &  cheek  &  neck.  it makes me feel so loved.  ’
‘  i never thought i’d deserve the love you give me.  ’
‘  i think you’ve shown me what love really is.  ’
‘  i want the only thing between our bodies to be our love.  ’
‘  i want the only thing between our love to be our lips.  ’
‘  i want to bury my face in the crook of your neck until we both fall asleep.  ’
‘  i want to listen to the beautiful song of your voice for hours.  ’
‘  i want to make you just as happy as you make me.  ’
‘  i want to wake up to your smile.  ’
‘  i want to wrap my arms around you at 3 a.m.  &  tell you i love you.  ’
‘  i want you to be my yesterday,  my today,  &  my tomorrow.  ’
‘  i want you.  ’
‘  i will always love you.  even when you don’t think it’s a possibility,  i am going to love you.  ’
‘  i would sleep so much better with you right next to me.  ’
‘  if only you could see your angelic self from my perspective.  ’
‘  if you frequently play with my hair,  i might just fall in love with you.  ’
‘  it’s amazing feeling the warmth of your love.  ’
‘  it’s okay to have a bad day every once in a while.  ’
‘  it’s so much easier to fall asleep when you’re in bed next to me,  running your gentle fingers down my back while we softly smile at each other through the darkness.  ’
‘  i’d wait a lifetime to be in your arms.  ’
‘  i’m all yours.  always.  ’
‘  i’m always going to support you.  without even a second thought,  i’ll be there when you need me.  i want what’s best for you.  ’
‘  just knowing you’re there comforts me.  ’
‘  just thinking about how you make me blush.  ’
‘  keep in mind all the things that you have to look forward to,  babe.  ’
‘  kiss me under the starry sky.  ’
‘  let me know if you’re in love with me too.  ’
‘  let today be the day that everything changes.  you are capable of so much.  ’
‘  let’s go on a cute,  cliché date.  ’
‘  let’s sleep together under the stars.  ’
‘  make yourself  &  your own happiness you priority.  ’
‘  make yourself happy before you worry about me.  ’
‘  my kindness isn’t weakness.  ’
‘  my new years resolution is for all our arguments to be settled because i know you’ll still have my love  ’
‘  oh,  what a privilege it is to matter to you.  ’
‘  our love could make flowers bloom int he dead of winter.  ’
‘  pet names are my weakness.  ’
‘  start setting boundaries.  enough is enough.  ’
‘  thank you for caring like nobody else ever has.  ’
‘  thank you for caring when nobody else has.  ’
‘  the world is going to do something amazing for you.  ’
‘  there are times to power through it  &  there are times to say no.  ’
‘  when i look at the stars i can’t help but think of you.  ’
‘  when you look at me,  the butterflies flutter.  ’
‘  you are my happiness  &  you don’t even know it.  ’
‘  you are my starlight.  ’
‘  you are the one i’d do anything for.  ’
‘  you are what puts my mind to rest when i can’t sleep.  ’
‘  you don’t need anyone to rescue you.  you can do it all on your own,  babe.  i know you can.  ’
‘  you feel like home.  ’
‘  you have a smile that lights up my world.  ’
‘  you have no idea how proud of you i am.  you’ve done so much for everyone.  thank you.  ’
‘  you stole my heart,  but i’ll let you keep it.  ’
‘  you’re made of stars  &  you’re my favorite constellation.  ’
‘  you’re my favorite notification.  ’
‘  you’re my home  &  i’m homesick.  ’
‘  you’re not just your mistakes  &  you deserve to be happy.  ’
‘  you’re so much more than good enough.  don’t ever doubt that.  ’
‘  you’re soft  &  sweet  &  too good for me.  ’
‘  you’re something special babe.  you can make a difference.  ’
‘  you’re the happy part of my days.  ’
‘  you’re the one i’m looking for.  ’
‘  you’re the one thing i think about when i wake up every morning.  ’
‘  you’re the reason why i want to get up every morning.  ’
‘  you’re waking,  talking,  living,  loving poetry.  ’

` ° • ✧ TANGLED SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ Call it what you will… fate… destiny… ’
’ You smell that? Take a deep breath through the nose. ’
’ Really let that seep in. ’
’ What are you getting? ’
’ Your thoughts? ’
’ I don’t know why, but overall it just smells like the color brown. ’
’ I could get used to a view like this. ’
’ Yep, I’m used to it. Guys I want a castle. ’
’ Great. Now I’m the bad guy. ’
’ Look in that mirror. ’
’ I see a strong, confident, beautiful young lady. ’
’ Oh look, you’re here too. ’
’ Skip the drama, stay with Mama! ’
’ This is the story of how I died. ’
’ Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. ’
’ Oh… oh no… where is my satchel? ’
’ I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it. ’
’ It’s in that pot, isn’t it? ’
’ I’m just teasing! ’
’ How you manage to do that every single day without fail! ’
’ It looks absolutely exhausting, darling! ’
’ Then I don’t know why it takes so long. ’
’ Oh, it’s nothing. ’
’ Who are you, and how did you find me? ’
’ I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you. ’
’ May I just say… Hi. How ya doin’? ’
’ You were my new dream. ’
’ You should know that this is the strangest thing I’ve ever done! ’
’ Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me! ’
’ How ‘bout best two out of three? ’
’ Who’s that? ’
’ They don’t like me. ’
’ Too weak to handle myself out there, huh, ______? ’
’ Go. Live your dream. ’
’ Your dream stinks. I was talking to her. ’
’ I was saying tomorrow is a really big day, and you didn’t really respond. ’
’ I distinctly remember, your birthday was last year. ’
’ No no no, can’t be. ’
’ That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing. ’
’ You know how I feel about the mumbling. ’
’ Blah blah blah blah blah, it’s very annoying! ’
’ I’m just teasing, you’re adorable. ’
’ I love you so much, darling. ’
’ Let me just get this straight. ’
’ I take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home, and you’ll give me back my satchel? ’
’ When I promise something, I never ever break that promise. ’
’ I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. ’
’ This is kind of an off-day for me. This doesn’t normally happen. ’
’ Fine! I’ll take you to see the lanterns. ’
’ You broke my smolder. ’
’ Here comes the smolder. ’
’ This is bad, this is very very bad, this is really bad… ’
’ They just can’t get my nose right! ’
’ Who cares? ’
’ Well, it’s easy for you to say… ’
’ The party lasted an entire week, and honestly, I don’t remember most of it. ’
’ I’ve been dreaming about them my entire life! ’
’ Haven’t any of you ever had a dream? ’
’ What’s your dream? ’
’ Sorry, boys. I don’t sing. ’
’ Well, I hope you’re here to apologize. ’
’ I have something for you too. ’
’ I should have given it to you before, but I was scared. ’
’ And the thing is, I’m not scared anymore. ’
’ You know what I mean? ’
’ All right, okay, give me a boost, and I’ll pull you up. ’
’ I just… I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together, you don’t… trust me? ’
’ Sorry… my hands are full. ’
’ I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years. ’
’ And what if it is? What do I do then? ’
’ What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be? ’
’ Well, that’s the good part I guess. ’
’ You get to go find a new dream. ’
’ That’s a lot of hair. ’
’ Oh, now they’re just being mean. ’
’ I can’t believe I did this! ’
’ I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, right? ’
’ I have made the decision to trust you. ’
’ So, what do you want with my hair? To cut it? ’
’ Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it… ’
’ I have a big surprise! ’
’ Did I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for brunettes? ’
’ Is it ruffians? Thugs? Have they come for me? ’
’ Stay calm. It can probably smell fear. ’
’ You should see your faces because you look - ’
’ I didn’t see that coming. ’
’ But I know what the big question is? ’
’ So! Hey can I ask you something? ’
’ Because I’m not gonna lie, that would be stupendous… ’
’ Is there any chance that I’m going to get super strength in my hand? ’
’ Oh. Sorry yes, just… lost in thought I guess. ’
’ Whoaaaa! Somebody get me a glass! ’
’ Frying pans… who knew, right? ’
’ Sorry! Just, don’t… don’t freak out. ’
’ Is that blood in your mustache? ’
’ Look at all the blood in his mustache! ’
’ I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here. ’
’ Now, I’m only picking up bits and pieces here, of course. ’
’ A little rebellion, a little adventure, that’s good. Healthy, even. ’
’ I mean, this is serious stuff. ’
’ But let me ease your conscience. This is part of growing up. ’
’ You’re way over thinking this, trust me. ’
’ I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m letting you out of the deal. ’
’ What is it going to take for me to get my satchel back? ’
’ You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? ’
’ Well, I’ve gotta say, I didn’t know you had that in you back there. ’
’ Now, I know I’m not supposed to mention the hair. ’
’ Frankly, I’m too scared to ask about the frog. ’
’ If you want to see the lanterns so badly, why haven’t you gone before? ’
’ Why would you ask such a ridiculous question? ’
’ I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power… ’
’ That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes. ’
’ Hmm. I have magic hair that glows when I sing. ’

@taylor-tut tHIS IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY MY FAB FRIENDO! But! It has finally arrived!! I’m sorry if it’s a bit crappy, I like haven’t slept in three days haha

anyhoo, onto the story:


Lance woke up with a sneeze.

He blinked his eyes open, immediately groaning at the light that pierced through his eyeballs and into his temples. He brought an arm up to shield his face, shivering slightly. Taking a deep breath, Lance conducted a mental survey of his condition, assessing his apparently numerous ailments that seem to have manifested overnight.

Congested sinuses that dissolved into a throbbing headache that pulsed outward with each movement? Check. 

Raw, sandpaper throat, and lungs that rattled with every inhale? Check.

The strange sensation of being completely, bone-numbingly cold despite the warmth and clamminess of his limbs? Checkerooni.

Conclusion: Today is gonna suck.

If Lance were to be perfectly honest with himself, he would concede that he had been feeling off these last couple days. Nevertheless, the team needed his 100% right now, and any wooziness he may have felt had to be put on the backburner. With several months having passed without any sign of Shiro, tensions within the castle were palpable.  Keith and Pidge seemed inches away from snapping at any given moment, Allura’s training schedule seemed to have been kicked up the several notches from “very harsh” to “dear god I can taste my own pulse”, and even Hunk and Coran seemed somewhat subdued. It was the least Lance could do to try and keep up, and make sure the other’s stayed optimistic. He was the joker, the sharpshooter - it was his role, no matter how taxing it could be on his own body.

Lance steeled himself, counting down from five, before swinging out of his bed, pausing to lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Once the tilt-a-whirl he usually called a bedroom settled to a soft swaying, Lance began to make his way down to the dining hall.

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little larry things that have been happening these past few weeks that they are trying to not make it obvious but its obvious:

• both were mia in the uk for days
• louis suddenly feels the need to fly to LA after being home mia for so long, that same week we find out about harry going solo
• louis is literally the only one who hasnt liked any of harrys ig posts or congratulated him
• louis has been getting papped / seen every single time something new happens with harrys solo stuff, other than that hes mia
• always making sure when papped they are both seen across the world
• they both have been hiding their arms and legs for weeks now (louis has been walking around hot ass LA wearing all black sweatsuits like …)
• harrys twitter account quotes pictures of louis standing in front of pink backgrounds, it was up for about 45 mins, still no explanation for it
• when harrys twitter did that louis twitter was online at the sametime and followed lorde who was just on snl
• like 2 days after the weird twitter activity we get harrys album cover which is him … in pink water … okay
• they were both mia all this week, no fan sightings, no stalker pics, no pap pics except the one bon jovi bts pic and snl stuff

idk if im missing anything, this is just a recap for me so i dont forget cause everything is so weird but also really obvious and i dont get what is going on i guess ill try to keep updating it

parkjiminbiased  asked:

hey so i know you do head canons and i was wondering if you'd write an andreil one about them adopting a kid thanks

i have this issue where i start headcanons and they end up being fics so enjoy

  • Okay so Neil and Andrew are on the same professional Exy team
  • They live in like the small urban part of Missouri or something, and they have a lot of free time because it’s the off season
  • So Andrew goes to the library every afternoon like clockwork
    • He’s studying up on law and entertaining the idea of going to law school after they retire 
    • Neil tags along sometimes and loves browsing the crime/mystery section
  • The library workers recognize them as the famous exy-playing assholes, but they’re all older women who have nothing better to do than gossip behind the desk
  • Mary, the senior librarian, runs the children’s programs during the summer and makes sure to invite all the kids from the nearby elementary school
  • It’s raining pretty hard outside when Neil and Andrew stumble in one afternoon during Mary’s dramatic reading of The Fox and the Hound
  • Andrew saunters off upstairs while Neil heads to the bathroom so he can wring out their wet raincoats 
    • (Nicky got them matching raincoats for Christmas that year, insisting that he needed to “keep up the theme”)
    • (Andrew refuses to wear the matching red rain boots)
  • Neil hears muffled crying from one of the stalls, interrupted every now and then by a small hiccup
  • He knocks hesitantly on the stall door
  • “I’m in here!” the kid shouts
  • “Everything okay?”
  • “Uh.. yeah,” he sniffles, “I think”

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Last Game Summary *MAJOR SPOILERS*

MAJOR SPOILERS! If you don’t want to be spoiled about Last Game just don’t read this. Also, for those who are gonna spazz and post about the summary PLEASE DON’T SPOIL FOR OTHERS WHO DON’T WISH TO BE SPOILED. (There are people trust me). If you are gonna post about Last Game please use the hashtag #last game spoilers so people can block it. Thank you.

The show I went to had the liveviewing for the seiyuu greetings as well so I’ll write a bit of that after this.

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“Two Weeks”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: A narrative that explores how Steve copes after your tragic death.

notes: implied character death (reader), a failed attempt at writing sad things

A/N: thank you to @buckyywiththegoodhair​ for beta-reading this mess. i adore you, and god rest this old bitch’s soul.

One week has passed since you left New York for a month-long guest curatorship in Germany. Before leaving, you kissed Steve goodbye and promised to return in one piece.

One week has passed since HYDRA agents infiltrated the museum. They put the entire museum on lockdown, claiming it had World War II documents that were essential to the HYDRA agenda. Even the Avengers wouldn’t stop their mission to obtain these documents, they declared.

One week has passed since a certain HYDRA agent recognized your face from a tabloid, the headline screaming “Captain America Finally Finds Love!” He also deduced your title as one of the United States’ leading experts on Nazi Germany. It was the perfect coincidence.

One week has passed since HYDRA attempted to use you as a bargaining tool. “Give up the documents, and we’ll let you go back to your precious boyfriend,” they said. Much to their surprise, behind your simple dress and ballet flats was a woman not afraid to kick men in the balls, both figuratively and literally. You proceeded to do the latter.

One week has passed since the Avengers compromised the guards and rescued most of the hostages at the museum. Only one remained, but when it became clear that they’re wouldn’t gain access to any of the documents, HYDRA decided to inflict pain in the best way they knew how - by taking away the remaining innocent life.

One week has passed since your tragic death.
One week has passed since Steve Rogers buried the love of his life.

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Lance has been on mission for two weeks, and Keith’s been waiting up.

He’s been listening closely to each transmission, and Lance sounds okay. He sounds happy, even, at first, since the planet has beaches everywhere, and the locals love to show them off.

“Man, I’m swimming five hours a day, easy, and then we have meetings that last, like, two at most, and then food. Wow, the food is awesome.” Lance laughs as Keith makes a face. “Yeah, be jealous, I’m living it up over here.”

“My last mission involved crawling around mining shafts for three days,” Keith grumbled. “Of course you would get to go to Luxury Resort Planet.”

“Your mission involved you being a big damn hero and saving fifty people from a cave-in,” Lance says, and he’s beaming with pride as he speaks. Keith can’t help the smile when he sees it. “It was amazing.”

“Pidge and Hunk came back already, how come you’re still there?” Keith asks, curious, maybe complaining a little.

“Because they trust me above everyone else, I guess. Something to do with Blue and mine’s affinity for water? Should be done soon.” Lance’s grin is edging into leering territory now, and Keith flushes, annoyed at how easily Lance can do this to him. “Don’t train yourself to death while I’m gone. I know you probably have a lot of, ah, pent up energy —

“Yeah, okay, Shiro’s calling us for dinner, bye now. Keith rolls his eyes, gives Lance a chance to laugh and blow him a kiss before he ends the transmission.

And then a week passes by with nothing, no calls at all. Allura assures him that everything is fine, that she’s still getting Lance’s reports every day, but that negotiations for the alliance are tougher than expected. Lance is refusing to leave until they agree to help protect the smaller, less technologically advanced planets in their system — they have plenty of ships and shields to spare.

Keith falls asleep every night on one of the couches in the observation lounge. Their bed is a little too empty for him, not as warm or as soft for whatever reason …

He’s drowsing now, on that thin edge between light doze and deep sleep, when he feels a tender pressure against his temple. He opens his eyes halfway, sees a flash of deep brown skin, blue eyes, and Lance’s smile. “Hey there, stranger.”

Keith will blame the fact that he’s not completely awake, that he hasn’t been sleeping well for weeks, for the way he jumps up, wrapping his arms tightly around Lance’s shoulders, sending them both crashing to the floor.

“Ow. Hi. But ow.” Lance rubs at his head, but he’s still smiling. “Missed me, huh?”

Keith glares, but he knows it’s not nearly as intimidating as it should be, considering his own lips are up at the corners. “Took you way too long. Should’ve just threatened to shoot them and be done with it.”

“And that’s why Allura sends everyone but you to these things,” Lance laughs out. His hand reaches up, brushing the bangs from Keith’s face, running through the rest of his hair over and over. “I definitely missed you, mullet brain, so tell me how much pining you did while I was gone. All of it, right? All the pining?”

“Nope, nada,” Keith answers, burying his face where Lance’s neck meets his shoulder. 

They lie there for a few minutes, Lance’s hand still stroking through Keith’s hair, his other hand running up and down his spine. Eventually, Lance tugs a little, prompting Keith to lean back.

“C’mon, I really need our bed right now.” Lance sits up so that Keith is straddling his lap. His hands slide down and before Keith can say or do anything, he’s standing up, and Keith has his legs wrapped around Lance’s waist, clutching tightly to keep from falling.

Keith inhales sharply. “Since when —”

“Since years of training, and a few weeks of non-stop swimming,” Lance answers, looking smug. “Yeah, I’m coming for your role as the buff one in our relationship. Whatcha gonna do about it?”

Keith pretends to think as Lance walks them to their room. He raises his eyebrows after a few moments. “Remind you of your place tomorrow when we spar and I kick your ass. But for tonight? Nothing. This is pretty h— nice.”

“Hot? You were going to say hot but you chickened out at the last second!” Lance crows. “Man, I’m gonna get some sexy talk out of you, some day, you’ll see. And then I’ll probably die, but it’ll so be worth it.”

Keith twists a bit as they reach their door, palming the panel so it slides open and Lance doesn’t have to risk dropping him to do it. As soon as they’re inside he’s using his weight to force Lance back against the door, and Lance struggles to keep a firm grip on him, keep them both upright.

“Who’s the more muscular one?” Keith asks, breathes out right against Lance’s ear. He’s rewarded by a shudder, and Lance finally dropping him — Keith lands easily, grinning at Lance, who glares playfully, his blue eyes tired but warm.

“Yeah, yeah — gimmie a couple more weeks, then I’ll be able to bench press you,” Lance says, yawning as he strips down to his shorts, yanking on Keith’s shirt. “Querido, dale. Sleep now.”

Keith is down to his own shorts and in bed with his boyfriend inside of a minute. Lance curls up against him, resting his head on Keith’s chest, and Keith takes his chance to run his own hand through soft brown hair, watching how it curls around his fingers. A soft, happy sound vibrates into Keith’s skin, but no words come from Lance — he’s out.

“I did miss you,” Keith whispers. “Way too much. It was embarrassing.”

Lance just breathes deeply in response.

Keith presses a kiss to the crown of his head, murmuring into his hair, “I love you.”

He’s floating away into sleep himself, and he knows that in the morning, Lance will be there, and he’ll refuse to get up right away; he’ll whine and tease and seduce Keith into staying in bed. And Keith will complain and argue and give in begrudgingly except not really. Because he’d really, truly missed all of this a depressing amount. He’s almost afraid of how happy he is right now.

Lance mutters something about Slav, no, the pancakes exist in this reality and Keith snorts before he’s finally resting for good, a smile on his face and the boy he loves back in his arms.


Notes: I have a paper due tomorrow, and this is what my brain decides to do. Look at this disgusting pile of fluff. C’mon, brain, priorities. *sighs* If anybody reads this, I’m sorry if it’s unbearably sweet — I guess I needed some soft, happy boys to distract from my imminent doom when it comes to this school thing I haven’t even started. *more sighing*

One of the things I love about Black Paladin Lance is that there are so many possibilies for how he becomes the Black Paladin.  Here are just a few ideas I’ve had:

  • Allura brings up the fact that they’ll need a new Black Paladin and Lance immediantly steps up.  He was the leader pre-voltron so it’s only natural, really.  
    • This can also go many ways.
    • Keith freaks the fuck out at Lance because um, hello?  There’s no way Lance would make a good leader, he’s reckless and talks them all into messes all the time.  Not to mention the fact Shiro said he should be the leader, Keith isn’t going to go against Shiro’s words
      • Lance points out that Keith is just as reckless as Lance is, expect Keith is at his most reckless in battle so it’s not a really good idea for Keith to be the leader.  He also mentions that of course Shiro picked Keith for the leader, if Keith’s really that blind to favourism he’s an idiot.  Shiro barely looks at Lance, Hunk, or Coran.  
      • The dispute quickly tears the group apart.  Coran and Hunk are for team Lance, Allura (and techinally Shiro) are team Keith
      • Pidge could go either way, on one hand she could go for Keith because 1. She trusts Shiro, and 2. She too doesn’t really notice how good a leader Lance is cause that the type of leader Lance is.  Shiro’s a very obvious leader, he stands above the others (both literally and figuritively) and is helps pull others up.  He’s not entitled but his energy basically screams follow me.  Lance isn’t like that, he’s the type of leader that will stand in front of you when there’s consequences or danger, but outside that he’s standing with you or behind you and pushing you to be your best.  So Pidge just sort of didn’t notice she followed his lead in the garrison.
      • Or Pidge could be Team Lance because she did notice 
      • Personally i perfer Pidge being Team Keith and then realizing very quickly she made the wrong choice
      • Lance quickly notices that they’re not getting anywhere arguing about it so he relents (very much ‘fine, whatever, you lead voltron, have fun with that!’ and storms off).  Which, ironically, just further proves he’s better black paladin material
      • Keith becomes the Black Paladin, Lance the Red, Coran the Blue (they need Allura in the castle), Pidge and Hunk remain as they are
      • Keith leads and he’s not terrible at it he’s just not all that good and he doesn’t have time to learn and Lance has to do a lot of back seat leading because Keith just doesn’t understand their strengths and weaknesses, is trying to hard to channel Shiro and becoming a pretty big dick (Shiro’s in a different position, he was already their upperclassman, Keith is techinally meant to be on their level but acting like an upperclassman and it’s pissing everyone off), he’s no help in statergy meetings, and he runs off by himself in battle all the fucking time
        • Lance starts having to shout ‘switch’ during battles beause it’s a better system than arguing with Keith.  He goes off at the guy whenever he runs off.  He ends up having to explain Keith’s half baked ideas.  He’s basically the leader without the black lion and he is so sick of Keith’s shit.  Red is too and they bitch and moan about it together.  Black and Keith don’t talk.
      • And despite all this the only person to come around and think Lance should be their leader is Pidge, Allura is still very, very sure Lance is not a good idea
      • Until she actually she’s him in action.  For whatever reason Lance is forced to pose as Voltron’s representative/Leader on a planet and Allura expects it to go terrible but it doesn’t.  Lance is still flirty and ridiculous but he’s able to sit down and be serious.  Maybe Keith pissed someone off and Lance has to talk Keith’s way out of jail, maybe he’s trying to convince them to help despite the danger it puts the planet in
      • Whatever it is he succeeds and when he comes back they have a whole new talk about who the leaders going to be.  Lance is given the role and the first thing he asks is if Keith is truly fine with that.  Que Keith feeling guilty because he expected Lance to be an asshole about it but nope
      • Lance is still immature and insists on making Voltron bow after distressing things, tells Pidge they can finally make Voltron dab and other such stuff but he’s serious side is out more often and everything goes amazingly with Voltron
    • OR: Keith doesn’t speak up.  Maybe he doesn’t think Lance will be the best leader but he doesn’t want to be the leader.  Allura’s still not very sure about it, but Coran and Hunk (and maybe Pidge) all insist it’s a good idea and no one else steps up so Lance becomes the black paladin
      • Everything goes really well.  Again, Lance is immature and a flirt but when the situation calls for it he’s as good and mature a leader as Allura and Shiro
      • Allura apologizes for misjudging me and Lance jokes about her finally falling for his charms in just a matter of time and Allura gets pissed and Lance laughs only to admit that it means a lot she said that
      • He doesn’t find out Keith was meant to lead until they’re saving Shiro.  Lance walks in the black lion behind him (his armour now black) and Shiro can’t make out who it is at first he just says something along the lines of ‘keith, i knew you’d come for me’ with a grin and Lance frowns and steps closer and says ‘i’m not keith dude, can you see okay?’ and shiro finds and his first reaction is to ask if Keith is okay, why isn’t he the black paladin? and Lance is starting to get pissed because seriously shiro?  is it so unlucky to him that Lance could be a leader?  But he sucks it up and answers everything calmly because he has a fucking person to save
      • Shiro doesn’t even think to thank him in all that goes on and Lance just gets really, really bitter
      • like he knows he shouldn’t be and all but he’s upset.  He’s been running on fumes for weeks making sure everyone else is healthy, coming up with plans with Allura and their allies, making those allies, and just all the stress of causing all the shots and now this.  He still manages to collect himself and put on a brave face but he has a short fuse these days, he’s on edge, and everyone is on edge because of it
      • the tension doesn’t help either, they’ve saved shiro but now what?  it’s not like shiro can just slip back into the place he had, he needs time to heal and readjust and everyone else needs time to readjust like they planned to save shiro but they never really planned past that
      • Things with Shiro and Lance just get worse.  Shiro doesn’t know how to treat a Lance who no longer has a hero complex, who knows he’s earnt his place and has a right to speak up against Shiro.  Shiro finds it weird enough that Lance is sitting in on all the meetings they’re having, let alone that he’s an active part of those meetings unlike the others who may listen but don’t really interact (thinking the BoM style planning, Lance was clearly listening in and looking for faults in their plans only to find none while the others weren’t paying as much attention)
      • It also doesn’t help that he doesn’t see the awesome leader Lance was because normally Lance is so much more patient.  He hears Lance ask why Keith didn’t tell him about Shiro’s wish and Keith admits he didn’t want to lead and Lance gets mad because this isn’t school anymore.  Someone can’t be your replacement because you don’t want to do something.  They get into an argument but that’s more or less the way they commicate, so what Lance says gets through to Keith it’s just not how Shiro would do things 
      • And that’s what it comes down to, really.  The fact Lance leads in a different way to Shiro.  He never once tried to be shiro because he know it wouldn’t work.  He’s a great leader in his own right, it’s just that shiro has a hard time seeing anyone elses training styles as right.
      • They end up having a heart to heart in Black.  Lance was chilling in his pilot chair sort of just sighing and trying to get it out of his system and Shiro showed up to reconnect with his lion and he stumbles upon Lance and Black like just talking.  And Shiro doesn’t get it because it was never that easy with him but that’s because they’re different people with different needs.  Lance needs to talk, Shiro doesn’t.  
      • So Lance and Black talk in a way only pilot and paladin can.  Shiro clears his throat and Lance ends up telling him how he feels (like the crystal seen with coran).  He tells Shiro how he’s just… he knows he’s going to be kicked to the back on the group again because thats what happened last time and he just isn’t happy about it because he’s made his spot on the team and now it’s falling through his fingers.  He admits he’s made Shiro was surprised Lance was the leader, like Lance knew Shiro didn’t notice him but it still hurt.
      • And Shiro feels like shit and they work through their problems like adults
  • OR: Lance doesn’t step forward as leader.  They’re in their lions about to go into battle but Keith… Keith can’t enter Black.  The lion once more has his particle barrier up and he won’t let Keith in.  
    • Lance, because he’s in red and feels its better he sit out than Keith, flies over to see if he can help.  Keith’s still trying to push in and Lance makes a joke about needing to knock (like he did with Blue) and it fucking works.  
    • Maybe they don’t realize at first cause Keith was also pushing at the barrier but Keith steps forward and Black doesn’t lower his head.  Instead the cat basically rolls his eyes and moves to lower his head and let Lance in
    • Lance is hella shell shocked and just sort of… walks in.  Like, okay then I guess I’m your paladin now?  ‘no shit kid lets go’ says black as Lance sits in his pilots chair and it just sorta happens
    • he rejoins the fight and everyones like ‘you got it working!  good job’ and Lance is like ‘well actually’
    • Hunk, Coran, and/or Pidge could be like ‘called it’ or everything could just be really confusing and tense until Black rolls his eyes again and tells Lance to just focus already holy fuck dude war zone
    • Things go swimmingly
  • OR: Allura annouces it has to be the blue paladin, always.  The Blue Lion is the only one with a qunsitence that will match the black lion and therefore they don’t have a choice, lance is the leader
    • Lance is thrilled at first and then not everyone else is
    • Hunk and Coran are so proud, as are the mice
    • Again, 50/50 on if Pidge is okay with this or not.  
    • Keith is not, he complains that Lance is nothing like Shiro (Lance argues that neither is Zarkon) and gets really uffy about it
    • Allura attempts that she’s not happy about it either but there’s not really anything they can do so they’ll have to stuck it up and deal with it
    • Their balant dislike of Lance pushes him to not be so proud.  He knows if they’re going to work as a team they’ll need to all accept him as a leader so he starts pushing himself way to hard
    • he also tries to be more like shiro, which really doesn’t work out for him
    • he’s not sure Black will accept him at first but the lion does only he refuses to commicate with Lance properly.  
    • Lance pushes himself too far in training, barely gets any sleep, and constantly gets into fights with Keith and Allura because he’s just looking out for them but fuck off lance, just because you’re the black paladin doesn’t mean you can order us around
    • his insecurities just get worse
    • he starts getting wreckless, not as a leader but as a person
    • he takes every hit he can for the others, stops eating almost entirely, stops talking as much etc.
    • Coran and Hunk notice but they don’t know what to do (Hunk’s used to calling up an older sibling or Lance’s mama for this but he can’t right now) but Allura and Keith are blissfully unaware.
    • Until Lance ends up in the healing pods because he pushed himself too far and Allura and Keith get mad at him for it and Lance just doesn’t have the energy to fight.  He ends up telling them to search for a new black paladin then, if they’re so against him he will back down the moment they find someone.  Maybe they’ll actually give that person a chance to be a leader
    • He doesn’t say it rudely or like they could never find another, he just says it plainly and then Hunk leads him to get some food.
    • Que Allura and Keith feeling like shit and realizing they really haven’t given Lance a chance.  Allura reviews it and wow, Lance is actually great in battle as the black lion.  In fact the biggest fuck ups are from Keith refusing to listen.  Keith has a good long think-and-stare-at-my-blade session
    • They both decide they do need to give Lance a chance, Lance doens’t exactly trust them at first but they try and everyone finds it fits rather well.  Lance starts to relax more now that Allura and Keith aren’t jumping on his every flaw.  Allura starts listening to him.  Keith starts following his orders
    • And they’re happy
    • For all of 5 minutes
Five Times Ladybug Didn't Recognize Her Partner and One Time She Did

A sequel to Five Times Gabriel Agreste Didn’t Akumatize His Son and One Time He Did. I really wanted to leave it as it was, but I had to come back and give this a happier ending. And of course it ran away from me and got way longer than I meant it to.

I hope you enjoy!


“Is everything okay, kitty?”

Chat Noir looked over at her. “What?”

“You seem a little out of it.”

He shrugged. “No, just…” He sighed. “My dad’s not coming to something kind of…important to me.”

She frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“I mean, I knew he wouldn’t, but… I guess I hoped things would be different now.”

“Different?”

“It’s nothing.”

By the way he looked at her, she knew she shouldn’t press. After all, there was only so much they could share without revealing their identities. “Well…” she gently patted his shoulder. “Maybe you can ask some friends to come instead.” She wished she could attend, but without knowing who he was, that would be impossible.

Sometimes, keeping their identities safe was difficult and even painful, but she knew it was better this way. Once they’d discussed it, he’d even agreed with her.

Still, as Marinette watched Adrien play at his recital, painfully aware of Gabriel Agreste’s absence, she couldn’t help but wonder if someone had gone to Chat Noir’s event to support him the way she, Nino, and Alya had attended Adrien’s recital. She hoped so.

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2 | Freak

BTS X READER [COLLEGE!AU | THRILLER!AU]

WORD COUNT: 7,114

series warnings: mature themes, violence, blood and gore, murder, emotional manipulation, bullying, mental health deterioration, eventual smut and substance abuse. this chapter contains strong language, light smut, bullying and claustrophobic themes

Originally posted by jeontrash

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It had been a week since Yoongi’s party at Pearl, an entire seven days since your father had disappeared into thin air; and a whole one hundred and sixty eight hours since your brother decided to call the police, regardless of the anonymous threats. As much as you loved Yoongi you couldn’t shake the bad feeling away from your figure, the text message had very clear instructions. Don’t show the police, or people will die. And with your dad still missing it was impossible not to entertain the idea.

“Y/N? Hello? Are you in here?” Maggie, the Exhibit gossip forum’s editor in chief and your overall boss, flicked your forehead with her perfectly manicured bubblegum pink nails to regain your attention.

“I’m so sorry… What were you saying?” You hummed in an attempt to salvage the embarrassing situation, you had no idea what she was talking to you about, truth be told you didn’t even realise she was there until her acrylic nail was leaving behind a small indentation on your skin.

“The threatening mystery texts, your dad’s disappearance! It’s all just dreadful… Will you run it?” She hollowed her thin cheeks out until you could see a map of her high cheekbones as she raised her brows expectantly.

There was no denying she was beautiful, she had rich dark brown flawless skin and her hair was shaved short and dyed red, her winged eyeliner was sharp enough to cut someone and her fashion choices were beyond Lady Gaga’s wildest imagination. But unfortunately for her you saw right through her fur coats and fake personality, she was the head cheerleader who never grew up; she was a bitch.

“Wait so you want me to run the story… About my missing dad? And include the anonymous messages?” You paraphrased eyes wide with shock, dumbfounded by her complete lack of human decency.

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anonymous asked:

Tbh kinda want there to be some langst in the form of Matt suddenly showing up and seeming like a the team wanting him to pilot blue lion

Lance didn’t mean to spy on them, okay, nor did he mean overhearing what they were saying. It’s just, he was going for some leftover goo after a well needed shower, and as he was rounding the corner, Shiro’s voice, laced with amusement, reached him and made him stop in his tracks.

“We’re gonna train you like a true paladin of Voltron,” he was chuckling, followed by a oh so familiar ‘oof’, meaning he had just patted the shit out of someone’s shoulder. The someone replied back, a little wheezy “Sure, because that’s exactly what I need” and- of course it was Matt.

Matt Holt, Shiro’s long time friend and companion, Pidge’s brother, miraculously back safe from the failure of the Kerberos mission. Everyone was overjoyed with having him on the ship, rightfully so, and he was a cool guy, with an acquired knowledge of Galra machinery that even the Alteans lacked. Had a smile for everyone, a biting humor that made even Keith laugh, and was also great with technical stuff. Basically, the perfect paladin.

And Lance was happy to have him back, of course, because he had never seen Pidge look so joyful, and Shiro looked less like he was contemplating leaving again to fistfight enemies in the astral plane. It was awesome, even.

But- lately his chest had inexplicably started to feel hollow. He was so happy, except for the constant pressure in the back of his eyes, and an annoying knot in his stomach. And sure, he could feel his control slipping with Blue, like their bond was just an echo of what it had been, like the connection was disturbed by a shitty cable plan, but it was going great. Zarkon was no more, Shiro was back with Matt, and the Galra army was still reorganizing itself, scattered and weak. They would be able to get it over with, finally, and go back home, leave all this shitshow behind and save the universe, whatever.

It only made sense to use every resource they had. And while Lance thought he had hidden his shortcomings well, what if he hadn’t? It didn’t matter. Of course they wanted Matt to pilot Blue in his place, because he was a shitty paladin anyway and wouldn’t it be better for everyone? He just wanted to go home, and him backing down was the faster solution.

So why couldn’t he bring himself to say it? To say, hey, Matt, I’m leaving Blue to you, treat her well, she’s a mighty lady. And why couldn’t his heart stop rabbiting in his chest, growing fangs to bite into his lungs and steal his breath? Why the fuck did he feel so empty?

He was surprised too, when a thud ringed clearly in the silence, and it was him hitting the floor, his legs suddenly giving out.

Confused, he watched two figures approach and- Shiro and Matt were looking at him weirdly, as he scrambled upright again, using the wall as a prop.

“Lance,” Shiro called, and he was frowning “Everything okay? We heard a noise.”

Lance laughed, although humorlessly. “Just tripped!” he lied, and now Matt was smiling, and he couldn’t bear it any longer, could he?

“No case of human slipperies, I hope,” Matt joked, and Shiro gave him a tight lipped, amused stare.

Lance winced. “Naah, I just took my shower a little too hot, I guess.”

Shiro looked relieved at that, but still suspicious, his eyes narrowed. “Good job out there, by the way,” he praised, slowly, clearly trying to make him feel better, and it hurt. Why did it hurt so much?

“A-Ah, of course! You, too,” he tried to hide the grimace behind a bright grin and a wink. An uncomfortable silence fell upon them. Huh. “Well!” he trilled “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my beauty sleep is calling me!” They laughed.

“Sure it is! Get some rest, Lance,” Shiro said, raising his hand to give him what would probably have been a reassuring pat, but Lance practically sprinted away, missing the troubled look Shiro and Matt shared.

Only when the door of his room was firmly closed behind his shoulders he let his legs fail him again, sliding down into a crouched position.

“Fuck,” he managed, low and broken, staring at his feet, as hot tears started streaming down his cheeks, “Fuck.”

Distractions + Bonus Chat

Pairing: T’Challa x F!Reader

Request:

T'challa x Reader where she wants to ask him out but the others find the most random things to ask to distract them     

A/N: The bonus chat is at the end of this. And Wade is in it, so as always, language.


Wanda has created a chatroom.

Wanda has added Y/N.

Wanda: So, how’d it go? Did you ask T'Challa yet?

Y/N: Something came up and he had to leave for Wakanda. It’s fine, I’ll ask him when he gets back.

Wanda: It could be months, Y/N. You shouldn’t wait. Ask him now.

Wanda: I know what you’re doing, and don’t you dare!

Y/N: Huh? I’m not doing… whatever it is that you presume I am.

Wanda: So you’re not searching for quotes on being patient as an excuse to not ask him now?

Y/N: Dammit, you know me too well!

Y/N: How would I ask him now, anyway?

Wanda: If only the Avengers had some secure, private means of communicating with each other…

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Sometimes in the training arena at camp half blood
  • Nico: *is missing*
  • Percy: We need someone to fill in Nico
  • Jason: *chuckles* I guess Will's already filling in Nico right now...
  • Percy: Good one bro
  • Jason: Thanks bro
  • Percy: Bro ...
  • Jason: whoa bro everything okay bro?
  • Percy: He was so innocent bro
  • Jason: I know bro
  • Percy: so young bro
  • Jason: it's hard bro, I know
  • Percy: I was his type bro
  • Jason: you're still my type bro
  • Percy and Jason: *sobbing in each others arms*
  • Annabeth and Piper: gods of Olympus what did we do to deserve this

Wow….I actually guessed something right for once.
Nathan Chen really did win.

Wow. Wow. Wow. 

I’m so proud. 

And to be honest Yuzu did great as well, it’s his SB.

Shoma was on fire and man….

You guys should have seen my reactions. 

Here are some snippets: 


During Shoma’s FS


Yuzu’s FS


Then Nathan’s


Come on people, Nathan’s been chasing Yuzu’s ass from NHK till now being second to him, and finally he gets to surpass his competitor for once.

And trust me, Yuzu does feel frustrated, but he knows what he has to do to beat Nathan. It’s okay guys. He lost one battle, but hasn’t lost the war (this is a terrible analogy.)

In any case, I guess the joke is that Yuzu just can’t seem to win 4CC.
You can’t have everything and now 4CC will always be remembered as the gold medal that keeps eluding Yuzu.

Anyways look at our Yuzu and Nathan during the ceremony:

They’re just precious (ft. a wild shoma in action.)

And I took a screen shot of this because the fade ins and outs were so cool.

I’m proud of all three of them. They all did really well!

I just hope that people could see that as well because my friend’s drunk on the other side of the USA (i’m east coast and she’s west), and this was her response to Nathan’s win:

This is not a good example of supporting athletes. 

Overall, I was just happy because this is the first time I am this watching/streaming this live.

Let’s all celebrate and look forward to WORLDS~~~~~~~~~~

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#STAYINGPOSITIVE #SUPPORTALLSKATERS


P.S. PATRICK CHAN IS P-DADDY

His free skate program had me on the edge of seat. He friggin landed his first quad combination perfect. He skated beautifully and if anyone dares shit on him, I will cut you. 

I have to accept the fact that there really is going to be a time when you’re no longer a part of my life. I won’t get to wake up and expect your smiles or pretend to hate the way you tease me. I won’t even have the satisfaction of just seeing you across the room or listening to your laugh. You and I are both moving on with our lives, starting afresh, and I’m a little numb just thinking about it.
—  🖤
Promise.

Hii, so this is the fourth and final part of my break series. Thank you so much for your amazing messages and for reading it. I hope you like this part as well.❤

What the hell are you doing here?” she asked and was surprised herself at how cold her voice sounded.
Harry whirled around and stopped draping berries on the waffles he made, his eyes were wide with shock and his mouth agape. 
“I-I wanted to surprise you. I made breakfast and-” 
She interrupted him with a humorless laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Surprise me? I think you’ve surprised me enough lately.” 
“What?” he asked with furrowed brows.
“I was surprised when I didn’t hear from you at all during the last two weeks, nothing to keep me updated. I was surprised when I texted you and didn’t get a reply. I was surprised when you didn’t let me know when you came home. I was surprised when you didn’t come home as soon as you left the airport.” 
Harry was standing there completely dumbfounded, suddenly feeling insecure about what he prepared for her. He had no idea what was going on, thought she would jump into his arms as soon as she saw him. He thought she would love the flowers he brought her and the breakfast he prepared. That wasn’t the case, apparently.
“You… I… What?” he asked again.
“I don’t know if I want to see you right now, Harry.”
“Baby, I literally have no idea what’s going on right now.”
He took a few steps in her direction but stopped when he caught her warning glare.
“Tell me what I’ve done wrong.” he pleaded.
He just wanted to hug her. His fingertips were aching to touch her, his lips yearning for hers.
“You ignored me. Completely.” she huffed.
“But I thought that was the purpose of this break? To get away from each other and not talk for a while?”
“But not like that! You know how fucking worried I am every single time you’re in New York! This city is absolutely crazy and so many disgusting things happened to you there already. And this time as well! You don’t even know how goddamn worried I was, it would have been nice to let me know you were okay. And then I texted you after your performance and you didn’t reply! I waited days for you to just text a ‘thanks’ back, but you ignored it. And it hurt.” her last words were a small whimper, her bottom lip wobbling.
“Oh, darling.” Harry sighed.
He carefully got closer to her and when he was sure she wouldn’t push him away he wrapped his arms tightly around her shaking form and pressed her to his chest. Her arms slung around his waist and her hands fisted the material of his white shirt.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. So sorry.” Harry whispered against the top of her head and pressed countless kisses against her hair.
“It h-hurt so much.” she sobbed against his chest and his heart broke, he could feel it.
He sighed again and pulled her closer if that was even possible.
When she calmed down a bit and the sobs subsided he took hold of the backs of her thighs and lifted her up to sit her down on the kitchen table. He moved a chair so he could sit in front of her and took her hands gently in his.
“I didn’t mean to ignore you. After we saw each other at Gemma’s I didn’t know what to do or how to act. I didn’t want to leave and I certainly didn’t want to go back to complete silence between us. And then you called and told me what happened with that son of a bitch and even though I told you everything was okay it hurt so bad. The thought that he touched you and that I wasn’t the last person you kissed killed me. And maybe I was a bit mad so I didn’t keep you updated. But I never got any texts from you.”
“You told me you weren’t mad.”
“I know, and I wasn’t. Not at you. But I kinda took it out on you. And I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you feel bad for lying to me?” she asked after a moment and yanked her hands away from his.
“W-What?”
“Of course you’ve gotten my texts! I texted you right after the show was over! And my phone said you got it.”
“I swear to god baby, I never got a text from you. ”
“Show me your phone.” she demanded.
At first he wanted to protest because he didn’t know what would happen if he really got her text and ignored it. But he knew he couldn’t deny her now, she’d think he was hiding something. So he fished for his phone in his jeans pocket and handed it to her. She typed in his password and he saw the relief on her face when it still was the same code. The day they got together.
It took her a few second to open up his messages and scroll through them until she found her texts and then it was obvious why he didn’t text back. There were at least hundred people he texted back and another seventy he didn’t even open, at the very bottom hers.
“Oh.” she breathed.
“Hm?”
She sighed and showed him his phone. He closed his eyes briefly and took the phone away from her to place it on the table.
“So many people texted me, love. I didn’t check my phone until the morning after and then I had around 200 messages, I’m sorry I didn’t see yours.”
“No, s'okay.”
“It isn’t, should have checked if you texted me or not but I was scared you didn’t watch it.”
“Of course I did. Stayed up until morning for you.” she smiled softly.
“And I appreciate that. And I love that you were the very first person who texted me, really means a lot to me.”
This time it was her who reached out to touch him, her fingers threading through his.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was okay after the little incident with those girls.”
“Were you?” she asked and the concern was clear in her voice.
“Okay, I mean.”
He hesitated for a moment before he nodded.
“Was a bit scary but I had bodyguards with me and they didn’t do anything bad, only wanted pictures.”
“But it wasn’t okay. I can’t understand how they could treat you like that, like you were an object and they had the right to get a picture with you.” she shook her head.
“It’s over now, yeah? Don’t wanna talk about it anymore.”
She nodded and gave his hand a squeeze to which he replied with a soft kiss to her knuckles.
“I’m also sorry I didn’t let you know when I came home but I was scared they found out my flight information and the airport would be crowded. Didn’t want you to get into danger for me. And I didn’t come home straight away because it was midnight when I left the airport and I didn’t want to wake you so I thought I’d come over in the morning and make you breakfast.” he smiled softly and her heart was melting for him.
This time she lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed each knuckle.
“Thank you. I really appreciate you looking out for me like that.”
“Always, my love.”
“Can we have breakfast now? I’m starving.”
Harry laughed and nodded, making her sit down on a chair and serving her the food he prepared.

They talked about anything and everything while eating, just not about the important things. It was like they were both tiptoeing around the one subject that kept them up at night for the last few weeks.
At some point it was impossible to ignore it though. They cleaned the table and put away the dirty dishes and were now sitting across from each other at the table again. This situation was unfortunately familiar, this was how this all started.
“So I guess we have to talk, yeah?” Harry asked nervously with a shaky voice and eyes that didn’t dare find hers.
“Yeah.” Y/N breathed.
“I’ll start, okay?”
She nodded and took a deep breath, trying to brace herself for what was about to come.
“Before we took this break so many things went wrong. We didn’t talk to each other and when we did we were yelling. I don’t know where it all went wrong and I don’t know how I could let it get that far. I always swore to myself to never hurt you and to love you every second of every day and I never stopped loving you. Not for a single second. But I hurt you. I hurt you over and over again. And I don’t think I can forgive myself for that.”
Tears were streaming down his face and dripping down onto his thighs. The shakiness of his voice interrupted him every few seconds.
Y/N gasped at his last words, the fear that she tried to push away came back full force. He couldn’t forgive himself?
“What do you mean by that?”
He took a deep breath and reached out for her hands.
“I don’t know if it would be fair to you if we keep going and forget about all that’s happened. I broke your heart, love. How is this going to work when I’ve broken your heart?”
“We won’t forget about it, Harry. Yes, you’ve hurt me with what you’ve said but I hurt you as well, don’t try to deny that. I broke your heart when I suggested the break, and I broke your heart when I told you about Tim. We both are hurt and maybe it’s not fair to each other when we keep going but do you want to break up? Because I don’t.”
“Of course not.” he shook his head.
“Great.” she said relieved.
Harry laughed softly and stroked over her knuckles with his thumb.
“C'mere.” he whispered and tugged on her hand softly.
She hesitantly stood up from her chair and walked over to him where she sat down on his lap, her knees against his hips. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
“Do you think we can fix this?” she asked after a moment.
“I mean… It’s gonna be hard but I’m sure we’ll get through this. We love each other, right?”
“Yes.” she nodded.
“Then we can do it.” he smiled at her lovingly.
She leaned against him so her head was right at the place where his neck met his shoulder, her favorite place. She wrapped her arms around his waist and breathed him in. He did the same, he pulled her even tighter against him and nuzzled her hair with his nose.
“This break was a nightmare.” she sighed.
“God, yes. It was hell.” he agreed.
“Do you think it helped us?”
“A bit, I think.” he said and pressed a kiss against her head.
“I think we were able to think everything through and realize what’s important.”
“Yeah.” she nodded against his shoulder.
“Missed you like crazy, even though you’ve been an ass before.”
He chuckled lowly and squeezed her lightly.
“Missed you even though you’ve been a pain in the ass.”
She pulled back to look at him and grinned. Harry moved one hand to cup her cheek and stroke her skin with his thumb. Her eyes fluttered close at the contact and her breathing stopped for a second.
“Haven’t kissed me hello yet.” he whispered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.
Her eyes opened again and now they looked a bit glassy and droopy, his touch did that to her.
She leaned in and waited until he did the same, meeting each other in the middle. Their lips brushed against each other’s and Harry watched how her eyes closed. He pulled her face closer until their lips were pressed together in a gentle kiss that made them both sigh against each other. Y/N was almost overwhelmed at how close she was to him, she could feel his breath against her skin and the only thing she felt and smelled was him.
The kiss wasn’t urgent or fast, it was loving and slow and filled with every emotion they felt towards each other. When they parted she didn’t have enough yet, her lips searched his immediately again and she kissed them countless times.
“God, I missed being close to you.” he breathed when they’ve finally parted, both gasping for air.
“Harry?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Take me to bed.”
Harry removed his hands from her face and she watched how his eyes widened with shock and his lips parted in surprise.
“Love, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
Her face fell immediately and tears welled up in her eyes. She sniffed and tried to get off his lap but Harry stopped her by grabbing her wrists.
“Hey, no. You understood that wrong. I just mean that we’ve just made up and I don’t know if sex is such a good idea for us now.”
“Make up sex? Harry, I missed you so much and now that I’ve finally got you back I just want to be as close to you as possible. Please.” she almost begged.
Harry stared at her for a moment and he had to admit he wanted her too. He sighed and nodded. He made her arms wrap around his neck, grabbed the backs of her thighs and stood up with her. He carried her to their bedroom, where he hasn’t been for a whole month.
He gently lied her down on the bed and just admired her for a moment. His fingertips stroked over her soft skin, fist her forehead then her nose and then over her lips.
“Make love to me.” she whispered softly and pressed a kiss to his fingertip.
His eyes snapped to hers and they immediately softened when he saw the tears in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her lips, taking his time with every stroke of his tongue.

Harry took his time with everything, he undressed her so slowly she was almost getting impatient. Every kiss to her skin lasted longer than normal, every touch feeling more intense and making her shiver.
She took her time as well, kissing every inch of his body and making him writhe and moan underneath her.
When they were both finally naked they didn’t waste anymore time with foreplay, Harry connected them with one thrust of his hips. It was a shock to her at first and she gasped but she got used to his size very quickly.
They kept kissing and whispering sweet ‘I love you’s the whole time. At one point Harry took hold of one of her hands and threaded his fingers through hers. His other hand wandered over her back to her thigh, where he made her leg bent up and her knee touch her breast so he could reach deeper.
It didn’t take them long to reach their peak, both grinding against each other and moaning how close they were and when it finally happened it was overwhelming. They came together, at the same time and with such force that they both couldn’t help but moan out loud.

When they caught their breath again and came down from their highs they were lying so close that every inch of their bodies were touching. Harry kept on stroking her back, making her shiver every once in a while. Y/N pressed countless kisses against his chest, loving the way his muscles tensed every time.

“I was thinking…” Harry whispered after a while.
“Hm?”
“We should go away together. For a few days.”
Y/N lifted her head from his chest and looked up at him, her lips stretched with a smile.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Something private. A place where we feel at home.” he grinned mischievously.
“Your mums?” she gasped excited.
“Mhm.” he hummed with a big smile taking over his features.
“Yes. Hundred times yes.” she giggled.
“I know you love it there. And Holmes Chapel is a very special place for us, isn’t it?”
His hand reached up to stroke her hair away from her face and his fingertips traced her smiling lips.
“It’s so special, Harry.” she whispered.
And it was true. Even though it wasn’t her home it became her second home over the last few years. They spent a lot of time there, especially in the beginning of their relationship. The first ‘I love you’ was shared there. It got really serious between them when they’ve first been there. It’s their happy place. The place where they feel the closest.
“Already told mum we would come over, she’s so looking forward to seeing you. She missed you. Think she missed you more than me.” he fake pouted.
She giggled softly before her face fell and her brows furrowed lightly.
“Does she know what happened between us?”
“Yes.” he sighed and cupped her cheek in his hand.
“Had to tell her, didn’t I? Was screaming at me when I finished, told me to fix it and not come home until we made up.”
She breathed a soft laugh and shook her head.
“That so sounds like your mum.”
“She’s not mad at you in any way. Nothing to worry about.” he reassured her.
“S'good. Was a bit scared. I’m still scared to be honest.”
“About what?” he asked in a whisper. She sat up completely, pulling the sheets with her so she could cover herself up. Harry sat up as well, his face showing concern.
“It’s just… As you said, is it fair to each other when we keep going?”
Harry searched her face, looking for any other emotion than the pure insecurity that her features showed.
“You said you don’t want to break up.”
“I know and I don’t. I’m just scared that we won’t be able to forget what happened and then we start to resent each other.”
“Baby…” Harry sighed and pulled her to him.
He hugged her around her shoulders and pressed countless kisses to the top of her head.
“It’s going to be hard to fight through this and forgive each other but I know we’ll make it. What we have is so special and unique. We’re so close and we love each other so much. We will get through this and in the end we’ll be even stronger, okay? We just have to work on our issues and then everything will be fine.”
A sigh left her lips and she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Can you promise me something?” she asked.
“Anything.”
“Don’t let me go.”
Harry knew she meant right now and the future. And he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t let go of the tight grip he had on her now and he won’t let go of her in the future.


•••


“Babe! Are you ready?” Harry yelled from downstairs.
“Just a second.” she shouted back from their bedroom.
She came running down the stairs a few moments later, tripping over her own feet on the last few steps and she would have fallen down if Harry hadn’t caught her.
“Careful, darling.”
She grinned at him and grabbed onto his shoulders.
“Alright, so I think I have everything. I have my phone, the charger, makeup, clothes, shampoo, toothbru-”
Harry interrupted her with a hard kiss that made her shriek against him. He’s done that a lot over the past few days, at least ten times that day.
“Sorry, couldn’t stop myself.” he smirked.
“I swear you’ll kill me these days.” she breathed.
Harry chuckled and grabbed her hand.
“C'mon now. Don’t want to keep my mum waiting.”
He tugged on her hand gently and lead her out of the house, opening the car door for her and letting her get inside.

Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous during the drive. It felt like the first time they made their way to Cheshire, and she was practically shaking with nerves. She was scared that Harry’s mum wouldn’t be that relaxed about all this. Of course, it was none of her business but still. She was scared of too many questions because she knew that could make them doubt everything again.
Harry noticed her nerves, she was constantly squirming in her seat and never sitting still for longer than a minute.
“Baby, I told you there’s nothing to worry about.”
“I can’t help it.” Y/N sighed.
“Darling, my mum loves you. Always has and always will.”
“And that’s exactly what I’m scared about! What if she changed her mind about me? Anne is so important to me, Harry. I don’t think I could take it if she didn’t like me anymore.”
“Sweetheart…” Harry breathed and grabbed her hand.
“My mum could never think any less of you. You’re like a second daughter to her. She loves you.”
And with a squeeze to her hand he signaled for her to drop the subject.



It took another few hours until they finally parked in front of the house which looked more like home than the house they shared in London.
As soon as they slammed the car doors shut the front door opened and Anne came running down the stairs.
“Oh, you’re here!”
She wrapped Y/N in a tight hug, almost crashing her but she didn’t mind one bit.
“I haven’t seen you in so long, darling. Oh goodness, I’ve missed you.” she almost cried, her arms constantly rubbing over Y/N’s back.“
“I missed you too.”
Anne pulled back from their embrace with a wide smile and tears brimming her eyes. Her hands cupped her cheeks and wiped at Y/N’s cheeks where tears were streaming down.
“Everything’s going to be alright, okay?” Anne whispered so lowly only Y/N could here.
She nodded as response and smiled warmly at Anne.
“Great to see you too, mother. I missed you a whole lot too… mother.” Harry said dramatically with as much sarcasm as he could muster up.
Anne laughed softly and made her way over to her son. She hugged him as tight as possible without hurting him.
“Don’t call me mother, sounds terrible.”
Harry chuckled and squeezed her tightly.
“Missed you, mum.”
“I missed you too, baby.”
Robin came out then, confused as to why they weren’t coming inside but the sight explained it all.
“Hello, love.” he spoke gently and engulfed Y/N in a tight hug.
“Hi, Robin.” she greeted him.
“You okay?” he asked when he pulled back and saw the tear stains.
“Yeah.” she nodded and smiled softly.
Robin squeezed her shoulders before he let go of her and looked at Harry.
“Hi, idiot.” he said jokingly.
“Hello, Robin.” Harry chuckled.


They brought their bags inside, putting them down in Harry’s childhood bedroom. Y/N felt nostalgia hitting her as soon as she opened the door. The bed where he said ‘I love you’ for the fist time. The smell that never seemed to leave this room and made her feel so at home because it was his smell.
“Everything okay, love?” Harry asked her when she wouldn’t move and stood there as if lightning struck her.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Hey…” he said softly and turned her around, lacing his fingers through hers and lifting his free hand to her cheek to make her look at him.
“What’s going on?” he pressed.
She shook her head and diverted her eyes to the floor.
“Darling.” he whispered and lifted her head with two fingers underneath her chin.
“It’s just… Every time we’ve been here we’ve been so incredibly happy. There’s no other place where I feel this close to you. What if that is gone?”
Harry searched her eyes and saw the worry and trouble in them.
“Nothing’s gone, baby. It might take a bit of time to come back but this is still our happy place. You have to stop doubting everything. Just have trust in us. In our love.”
She gazed into his eyes for a few more moments and then nodded. He was right. Of course he was.
“Okay.”
Harry pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose and then to her lips. Over and over again he covered her mouth with his, letting his lips stroke over hers.
“Mum probably wonders what we’re doing.” he said after they spent minutes like that.
“Probably.” Y/N agreed.
“C'mon. Let’s go downstairs.”


The day they spent with Anne and Robin was paradise. They cooked together, played scrabble and talked about anything and everything. But her favorite part was probably when they went for a walk and Harry wrapped his arm so tightly around her waist they were almost tripping over each other’s feet. They were walking in front of Anne and Robin but they didn’t care that they showed more PDA than ever before in front of them.
They had fun. Just like every time, Harry showed her the bakery he worked at with his standard words: ‘you’re dating a baker, love’. Just like every time, he showed her his old school. And just like every time, he showed her the tree where he had his first kiss at and just like every time, he teased her about the tiny bit of jealously that creeped over her face at the thought of him kissing another girl.
It was like the old days. They were happy and carefree and… close.


The evening was almost intimate. But not in a naughty way, no. In the most innocent way ever.
They were all sitting in front of the tv, Y/N and Harry snuggled together so close underneath a warm blanket. Harry had both arms wrapped around her body, one around her shoulders and one around her waist, his fingers stroking her over the hoodie she stole from him. Her face was pressed into the place where his neck met his shoulder and her legs were in between his.
Closer wasn’t possible.
And the best thing was that it also felt like they couldn’t get any closer emotionally.


•••


“Babe!”
“Baaaabeee!”
“BAAABYYYYY!”
His voice cracked and broke at the end, his giggle reaching her ears.
He wasn’t beside of her for sure or else she would be deaf because of the volume of his voice. She pouted when she felt the cold sheets beside her, no trace of him but his smell. She stood up and grabbed the hoodie he’s been wearing the day before, smiling when she caught a whiff of his cologne.
She jogged down the stairs into the kitchen where he was standing in a pair of gym short and a white shirt that’s been washed so many times that it was see-through and had countless tiny holes.
“What the hell do you want?” she asked with as much annoyance she could muster up but her wide smile gave her away.
“Good morning to you too, sleepyhead.” Harry grinned cheekily at her and stopped whatever kind of fruit he was cutting and made his way to her and hugged her to his chest.
“Missed you in bed.” she whispered as quietly to him as possible so Anne who was sitting at the table and watching them with a adoring smile didn’t hear.
“M'sorry, darling. Wanted to prepare a nice breakfast for you.” she smiled and pulled back with a kiss to her cheek.
“Wanted to wake you up with coffee in bed but the waffles are ready so I had to get you down here as fast as possible.” he chuckled.
“I told him it wouldn’t be the nicest way to wake you up with yelling but you know him.” Anne winked.
“Oi.” Harry frowned at his mum.
Y/N giggled and walked over to Anne, squeezing her hand as greeting.
“Good morning.”
“Morning, you slept well?” Anne asked her.
“Yep, very well.” she nodded and caught Harry smiling softly.
“Robin is already gone for work?”
“Yes, had to leave at eight.” Anne nodded.
“Mhh.” Y/N hummed and sat down across from Anne.


The breakfast Harry prepared was fabulous. She knew Harry was a great cook but she was surprised every time.
Afterwards he took her out to the fields even though she protested because she knew his hay fever would act up but he insisted.
They sat in the middle of a field on a blanket, their bodies wrapped up in blankets as well and cuddled up against each other.
“Do you remember the first time you stayed at my place?” Harry asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
“Of course I do.” she replied.
“I was so goddamn nervous.” he admitted.
“Yeah?” she asked and lifted her head from his chest to look at him.
“God yes. But a good kind of nervous. The thought of spendings so much time with you made me so happy. And when you said you wanted to sleep in one bed with me… God, baby.”
Y/N chuckled quietly but didn’t say a word, she wanted him to go on.
“I was so incredibly happy when you let me hold you. And then when I woke up in the morning and you were right there beside me, so close I was so overwhelmed with… love, I guess.”
“Love?” she asked almost incredulously.
“Yes. I fell in love with you that morning. I watched you for at least an hour. At one point you reached out for me and cuddled yourself close to me and I knew then that I would never want to wake up without you again.”
She stared into his eyes for a few moments before she cleared her throat.
“Do you remember how you came in the bathroom when I was getting ready?” she asked him.
“That morning?” he asked.
“Yes.” she nodded.
“I was about to put on lipstick and you whined that I couldn’t kiss you then, so you took it from me and kissed the living hell out of me.”
Harry laughed at her choice of words and nodded at the memory.
“I think I fell in love with you in that moment.”
“Why?” he whispered.
“It was so easy with you. There was nothing I had to worry about, nothing to be nervous about. You made me feel comfortable in that short amount of time and I never felt like that before.”
He stroked a strand of her hair behind her ear and gazed deep into her eyes. He leaned up then, closing the distance between their lips and watching how her eyes fluttered close as soon as his lips brushed hers.
“I love when you do that.” he told her in a whisper.
“What?”
“The way your eyes flutter close when I kiss you. You don’t just do that because that’s how it’s supposed to be, you do it because you can’t help it.”
She blushed at his words and how true they were, she really couldn’t help it. Harry smiled and leaned in again to connect their lips and again he watched how her eyes closed.
“Love it.” he whispered.
She blushed again and looked down, she always got a bit nervous when he said such things. She laced her fingers through his and lifted them to her mouth to kiss his knuckles.
Like always he was wearing his rings and even though she loved them because the were just so Harry and pretty, she enjoyed holding his hand bare and ringless. It was more intimate and closer.
She removed the gold band from his finger and dropped it to the blanket underneath them before she intertwined their hands again. Harry removed his hand from hers after a second though to grab his ring and Y/N almost thought she upset him by slipping it off his finger but he took her hand and put the ring on her ring finger.
Y/N gasped softly at the gesture, it felt so intimate and personal it took her breath away. And she had to admit she loved the thought of Harry putting a ring on her finger one day.
Harry kissed the ring on her finger and looked up at her with a soft smile.
“One day I’ll put another ring on that finger.”
“Promise?” she asked in a whisper.
“I promise.”