i needed to post something so here you go

~Alternative Trump Binding~

Hi Witches, Wizards and the generally caffeinated! 

As I am sure many of you are aware tonight is the first night of the mass Binding/Cursing of Captain Orange, the Great Liar, the Magnificent Cheeto himself, our Commander and Chief Donald Trump! 

Now, I personally do not participate in cursing-or I haven’t before- BUT I feel that Binding can be a great alternative to casting a curse meant to cause direct harm. While the binding ritual I’ve seen going around looks great, I am in a place where lighting something besides a candle or two on fire,is not an option, so here is my alternative ritual that I will be performing tonight (Pictures of my ritual will be posted later, but I want this up so others can use it in time)

Originally posted by villainquoteoftheday

Materials:
Picture of the great orange one himself. Can be drawn or printed.
A small jar, cup, or bowl (needs to hold liquid)
Your normal ritual set up (Altar, salt circle whatever you do)
Candles or Wax Melts (Optional, just get something sticky or gross, mud is a good alternative, avoid sweet things like honey)
*Fun add ons: pepper, Cajun spices, salt, lemon juice, think things that are irritating/spicy avoid things you consider positive/make intent clear*
Vinegar/Dirty Water or some other nasty liquid (No bio hazards please).
String, twine or thread. (Tape, stapler could work)
The Tower Tarot Card, or a drawing/picture of Trump Tower

Here is the spell to recite after you get your ritual space ready, I found the original on this post but I changed it to fit me better:

Hear me, oh spirits
Of Water, Earth, Fire, Air and Spirit
I call upon you
To bind
Donald J. Trump
So that he may fail utterly
That he may do no harm
To any human soul
Nor any tree
Animal
Rock
Stream
or Sea
Bind him so that he shall not break our polity
Usurp our liberty
Or fill our minds with hate, confusion, fear, or despair
And bind, too,
All those who enable his wickedness
And those whose mouths speak his poisonous lies
I beseech thee, spirits, bind all of them
As with chains of iron
Bind their malicious tongues
Strike down their towers of vanity
(Invert Tower tarot card/Drawing)
I beseech thee in my power
In the name of all who walk
Crawl, swim, or fly
Of all the trees, the forests,
Streams, deserts,
Rivers and seas
In the name of Justice
And Liberty
And Love
And Equality
And Peace
Bind them in chains
Bind their tongues
Bind their works
Bind their wickedness

*But let no harm come of my words,
But of their own making.
Let their own mistakes,
Hurt them, and may my conscious remain clean.*

*My disclaimer use it if you want

Through my power so it is/Mote it Be! (x3) *Or whatever combo you like*

Crumple/Fold/Tear his photo, tie it together with your string (you are binding him), and then cover that in wax/mud/sticky stuff

Drop the whole thing in your mug/jar/bowl, and cover it with your liquid. If you have a container with a lid, give it a good shake and really let your anger/frustration out. Now you have two options:

1.Dispose of it: You can either flush the contents of your container down the toilet (my preference bc he is shit, just be careful to not cause any issues)
Or, throw the whole thing away/if eco friendly you could bury it.
2.Save it for the next ritual, (in a month) dispose of it then, and immediately renew it with your new ritual! 

Ritual Dates: “ The ritual is to be done at the stroke of midnight on waning crescent moon ritual days, which are February 24th (midnight, Friday evening), March 26th, April 24th, May 23rd, June 21st (especially important as it is the summer solstice) etc. until Trump leaves office.” (somenews.com)

Be safe,

~Caffeinated Pagan

The “I Can Do This!” Motivation bottle.

I made this little bottle for my wife at work, but I’ve decided to post it because I know finals are coming up and I think this could be helpful for those of you who are juggling your finals with the rest of your life! 

All of these things came from my kitchen spice cabinets, so nothing too crazy or difficult to find here!

I made this as something that embodied what is needed to get through the tough days. It isn’t a good luck charm, just something to bring out the best thing already in you.

Each layer is for a different piece of what makes up a good, productive day in my opinion, so here we go!


  • Sea salt - for protection
  • Cinnamon - for success & wisdom
  • Sage - for peace
  • Caraway seeds - for mental power
  • Basil - for confidence
  • Rosemary - for mental clarity
  • Red Pepper flakes - for energy


I find that saying my intent out loud really helps me to know that it is there, the more I say something out loud, the more I feel like it is true and real, so I focus on saying my intent for each layer out loud, over and over until I really do feel it there. I also find that saying these things out loud, and being sure of them, helps you to realize that there really IS power in your words. You have power to speak these words and really bring life to them because you are stating, whole-heartedly that this rosemary is going to bring mental clarity to your day. Don’t be afraid to spend as much time as you need to on each layer to feel like your intent is there. This helps me, personally. 

Once you’re filled up, put the cork back in, tightly. I would recommend packing these layers in tightly also, so if you care them around in your pocket, they don’t all mix together if you don’t want them to.

After, I sealed my bottle with wax (mine was vanilla scented because it is my wife’s favorite scent and it’s something that really makes her happy) - (also I will make a little post about how I seal up little bottles with wax later on!) and sat with it for quite a while, really focusing the intent into the whole bottle, and what you want for it as a whole. Like before, I sat repeating out loud until I really felt it and believed it with the knowing that my words have power!


I hope this was helpful! 

11. Hobby
  • 11. Hobby
  • モブサイコ100
  • モブサイコ100 ドラマCD サイキックヒューマンショー
Play

I tried to transcribe/translate track #11 from the Mob Psycho 100 drama CD with the help of my friend, Yoli. I don’t claim 150% accuracy. If there you want to contribute a better translation for any part, feel free to leave notes on the doc. Thanks @zeitara for helping me out as well!

I got the file from @popipoyan who said I could reupload it standalone for your listening pleasure. You can check the rest of the tracks here: http://popipoyan.tumblr.com/post/156384175563/mp100-drama-cd-psychic-human-show

Track #11: Hobby

Dimple: Oh? That’s that Hanazawa guy isn’t it? Hehe, I’m going to see what he’s up to.
Hmm? I can hear something..

Teru: Tch!! Hurry up and spit it out!

Dimple: Huh? What’s happening?

Teru: Why are you being so difficult?! 

Mob: Hanazawa, there’s no need to be so rough.

Dimple: He’s with Shigeo? What are these guys up to?

Teru: It’s fine. We don’t have to play nice. Anyway, this guy swallowed up something very important from me.

Mob: Do you think it’ll come out if we use psychic powers?

Teru: Hmm. Let’s try it for a bit. See if we can drag it out by force. 
(Teru tries XD)

Mob: Hanazawa, that’s enough!

Teru: That didn’t work after all.. What now? If I’m going to try something else… There’s nothing left to do but to beat it out.

Mob: Let me try.

Teru: Sorry, Kageyama. Give it a shot and see if you can do it.

Mob: Got it. Here I go.
(Mob tries)
I couldn’t do it. Didn’t even budge..

Teru: It’s been awhile since I’ve had to do this.. Kageyama-kun, this is going to get dangerous so stand back. I’ll drill it out with this drill! 

Mob: But if you do that.. ! 

Teru: It’s fine, since it wasn’t cooperating in the first place…. 
(Teru starts drilling.)
Doing this won’t be so bad.
(Teru continues drilling.) 
All right, it’s opened.

Mob: Huh, so that’s what it’s like inside.

Teru: Now’s not the time to stand in awe, Kageyama. Hurry up and take it out.

Mob: Yeah.

Teru: No way… It’s all tangled up…

Mob: Hanazawa.. All the contents will come out if we try to pull anymore.

Teru: What is this!! I can’t do anything with it like this! 

Dimple: I’m getting tired of listening to you guys.

Mob: Oh, Dimple, you’re here.

Teru: It’s strange that you’d be the type to spy on other people.

Dimple: You’re the ones who are strange! You’re going to such great lengths for a videotape. Just buy a new one!

Mob: This stubborn tape is the thing that’s very important to you?

Teru: “Corpse of the Flying Pig” is my favorite movie. There is no DVD available so it’s vintage. 

Mob: It’s a shame.. We’ll have to cut it with scissors.

Teru: Are you nuts?

Dimple: You’re all nuts..

A.R.M.Y.S!

Our beloved Hoseok has been getting hate, lately.. He even said “I want to be loved and respected by ARMYs in 2017” It’s so sad to see our ray of sunshine like this :( A friend of mine came up with an idea to try and cheer Hobi up. She has asked her followers on IG to send her things that they would like to say to Hoseok, and she is going to write them out and send them to him. I am posting here to try and get more people. Please participate, even if he isn’t your bias, he needs to know he is loved and appreciated. If you want to say something to him, please send me what you’d like to say, along with your name, if you’re comfortable with that (just your first name.) We need to band together and show him just how much he is loved! This project BEGAN on DECEMBER 18, 2016 and will END JANUARY 20, 2017 Also, if you want to post about this yourself, please use #letterstohobi! That is the name of this project.

Originally posted by jhopies


Originally posted by troiskims


Originally posted by bangtannoonas

If you should be the last autumn leaf hanging from the tree

I’ll still be here, waiting on the breeze, to bring you down to me.

And if it takes forever, forever it’ll be.

And if it takes forever, forever it’ll be.

hey writers out there, there’s so few writing positivity posts on this godforsaken site that i thought i’d just. send one out to the void so here we go

  • if you only wrote a hundred words today, you’re still further than you were yesterday
  • if you only wrote ten words today, you’re still further than you were before
  • if you haven’t been able to write in a while because the words just won’t go onto the page how you want them to, that’s okay, you can always try again tomorrow
  • it’s okay if you only write fanfics, there are still readers out there who will read your work and enjoy it
  • if you’re trying to write a novel and you feel like giving up, take a little break from it, watch your favorite show, eat a snack, go find something to help you relax. then after some time come back to it, whatever was frustrating you might be easy to rework
  • if you’re editing something, it’s okay to have someone read things to be sure you got your spelling and grammar right
  • it’s okay to not have a beta readers, especially for fanfic writers. some of us don’t have people we trust enough to give us good feedback other than ourselves!
  • it’s always upsetting to get a bad comment on a fic or published work, but it’s not your fault someone didn’t like what you wrote. you wrote something that YOU wanted to write for YOURSELF, and if they didn’t like it, then okay, that’s fine. try not to let it get you down!
  • it’s okay to hate your old writing. your prose style is constantly changing, so something you wrote ages ago might not sound as good to you now, and that’s okay!!!
  • if you want to write a fanfic that’s got some of the same tropes as another fic, that’s okay. we all have different takes on situations, and fanfic readers can never get enough of their favorite tropes! (though do be wary of like. direct copying but that’s not the point of this post so!!! moving on!!!!!!!)
  • your characters are perfect just the way they are. they don’t always need to have five million aspects to them–they may evolve to that point over time, but they don’t have to! so long as you enjoy writing that character, they’re perfect.
  • your writing is unique. it’s your own personal style, your own personal way of letting your thoughts out onto paper. always remember that you are the only one who can write what it is you want to write, be it fanfic or something you want to publish–you are the only one who knows how your story will end, and how it will end up being written. you are the creator, and you can bend your story to your will. i know it’s hard sometimes, but i believe in you and that you can do it!

i am beyond sick of looking at this so im just gonna….. leave it here….

idk i thought it’d be fun to do a sort of redraw, but use ellie’s new design instead of her old one (spoiler: it wasn’t. it was torture)

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Happy early Birthday Raya! @hickory-dickory-duck ! 27 September
I was originally gonna post these on your birthday but you seemed like you needed a little something now so here you go!

unraveled (saeran x reader)

summary: saeran’s halloween costume is a little more than problematic.

rating: 13+ (mildly sexual situations, 707 name spoilers)

notes: ah. so i started writing this when i saw @riko-os​ post some mummy Saeran fanart earlier this month. It was originally meant to be longer and shorter at the same time if that makes any sense. LOL. 

Happy Halloween friends, hope you enjoy! (both the holiday and the fic LOL)

Keep reading

Here’s something I want you to do for me  :  go to a blog that you appreciate, or someone you see on your dash right now, or someone who you think could use some cheering up. On or off anon, tell them something  nice.  Spread positivity  because we’re a  community  of writers. Let’s not make drama and hate make us forget that  !  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

  • Note in the Rain
  • Kid Fields
  • Note in the Rain - Single
Play

So I’m sure no one wants this but here it is, an original song for once. Not by any means a finished product, but good enough that it doesn’t make me want to claw my ears off.

If people like this I’ll post more, and if anyone wants to cover it or something lmk and I can give you instrumental tracks, chords, sheet music, whatever you need, no money involved so long as you give credit

If no one likes it I’ll stick with my shitposts :P I just thought I’d give this a go

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idk why I needed to even make a post for this but here is a small and cute feature that I noticed some while ago and it’s super cute to me ok

Jun has cute:
Small moles c:

Ok but don’t hit that exit button yet
Hear me out

If you couldn’t find any more features to find cute about Jun hERE YOU GO

ok so y'all probably don’t see it because of white-washing or something but like lOOK AT IT

HOW SMALL AND CUTE IT IS

HIS MOLES ARE CUTE OK FIGH T M E

in some pictures they are hella obvious but in others you have to zoom in super close and put a magnifying glass because the foundation covers it up sometimes

But in the pictures where you can’t see them, such as the one where he is doing a peace sign (which has a heart sign hidden inside the palm oHO) the moles are just burrowing in their holes lmao

Get it

No ok

Ok I had to stop myself before I went too far whoops

But take a moment to look at this beautiful man 

Please don’t sleep on him

Originally posted by theoneandonlylioness

Of course Jun is way more than his looks, also, never forget that, his soft and sweet voice too, his abilitY TO DO ANYTHING LIKE WHAT-, his confidence, etc. etc.

You typically won’t find us talking about politics on here since we usually do that on our personal Twitters/Tumblrs, but I feel like it’s important to bring something up now that things aren’t looking too good.

First of all, if you support any aspect of Trump’s presidency and/or voted for him, unfollow us right now. We don’t need you following us and supporting that pig at the same time. And considering I (Trash) am a queer Mexican-American woman, I take a lot of the shit he’s doing personal. So yeah, we’re not going to need the support of anyone who agrees with the racist, sexist, homophobic, Islamphobic, xenophobic pile of earwax currently sitting in the White House.

Also, you’re following a blog (our blog) that revolves around a m/m relationship where at least one of the men is POC and the other is widely believed to be as well (I personally believe McCree is POC, but hey, that’s currently up for interpretation). If you support Trump, you have no business supporting McHanzo, like, at all. That probably means you’re in this (i.e. following us and engaging in McHanzo content) for the fetishization of same-sex couples, which is an entirely different issue I’m not going to touch right now. 

Moving on, we want to let the rest of our followers know that we’re here for you. Aside from this post, we want to remain a safe space for everyone who feels like the political landscape of the world is a daunting place right now. I know how scary it feels to be caught up in all of this and to hear something awful every day. To our LGBT followers, to our female followers, to our POC followers – we are with you. We stand by your side and are here for emotional/moral support during these troubling times. To our Muslims followers, I want to extend an equally supportive message, and I pray that this American ban is smacked down as soon as possible. The fact that citizens here legally are unable to travel in or out of the country is disgusting. We stand by you and if we can help in any way, please let us know. 

For everyone out there worried about what is going on: remain vigilante, remain hopeful, remain defiant. Giving in means they – Donald and all of his lackeys – win. Protest any way you can, even if your form of protest is simply existing. Exist and live and thrive, despite what he or anyone else has to say. We will continue to provide you all with content that hopefully lifts your spirits and can take your mind off of the outside world, if only for a few moments.

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anon asked me some time ago could i do all the tfp autobots as humans in a separate post SO here you go! Now idk the way i drew em just bare with it, i just needed to get the picture. I only counted those who were alive and autobots by the end of Predacons Rising.

Avengers Master-List

Total Fics: 49


Other:

  • You Have To Choose {here} (Loki x Reader, Thor x Reader)
  • Pick Your Solider {here} (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader)
  • Explain. Now. {here} (Peter Maximoff) DRABBLE, ASK

Avengers:

  • Avengers React: Period {here
  • Baby Avengers {pt. 1} {pt. 2
  • Can’t Help But Love ‘em {here} DRABBLE

Bruce Banner:

  • Meeting The Parents {here
  • Right By Your Sided {here
  • Hulk Love You {here
  • Safe-house {here} DRABBLE

Bucky Barnes:

  • You’re Not Getting Up {here
  • Cryo Is For Wimps {here
  • Mother Knows Best {here
  • I Didn’t Drown {here
  • Magnets {here} DRABBLE
  • The Start of Something Beautiful {here} DRABBLE
  • Sweat {here
  • Old School {here}
  • The Valentine’s Day Plan {here} DRABBLE CHALLENGE

Clint Barton:

  • I Needed You {here
  • I’ll Be Here When You Wake Up {here
  • Now My Family Is Complete {here
  • I’m Not As New As You Think {here
  • Now I’m Seething {here
  • My Hero {here
  • Never Again {here} DRABBLE

Loki Laufeyson:

  • My Queen {here
  • Dress Up {here} DRABBLE, ASK

Natasha Romanoff:

  • “Hey sorry for the last minute notice…” {here} DRABBLE
  • Delayed {here
  • Nerves {here

Pietro Maximoff:

  • Fires: A great Way To Bond {here
  • F*ck Secrets {here
  • She Likes Me?! {here
  • Friends? Rivals? Neither? {here} SMUT
  • Sore Loser {here} DRABBLE

Steve Rogers:

  • Who Is Zack? {here
  • Sing The Baby To Sleep {here
  • It’s My Job {here
  • I See What’s Going On Here {here
  • An Early Present {here} SECRET SANTA WRITING CHALLENGE
  • Never Be Like You {here

Thor Odinson:

  • Mjölnir To The Face {here
  • “Hold Me Closer.” {here}  DRABBLE

Tony Stark:

  • That Should Have Been Me {here
  • I’ll Always Be Here For You {here
  • He Grows on You {here} DRABBLE
  • Attention Deprived {here} Daughter!Reader, DRABBLE
Circle Of Life

Daveed Diggs x Reader
Words: 327
Prompt: something about a short person and the lion king

you may be thinking, why kenzy are you posting so many short fics in such a short amount of time. well here’s the answer!

i’m going to my dad’s this weekend, and bc i have to try and not die, i will probably not be on tumblr. i also rlly need to take care of my little sister  and make sure he’s not a dick to her. it’s basically just gonna be a big mess and while i probably will be writing, i don’t know. it’s just not the main focus for it.

but we have a four day weekend starting saturday so i’ll have plenty of time to write on tuesday and post everything i’ve been working on.

if you guys wanna talk and be friendly, i’m literally always on tumblr. introduce yourselves!

i dont have anything else to say except enjoy and that requests are open! x 

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You waited anxiously outside of stage door for your boyfriend Daveed. He had decided to stay back to talk to Lin and Anthony, only notifying you a few minutes after curtains closed. Security had decided to leave you out in the cold, and so you found yourself leaning against a wall tiredly.

The loud creak of the stage door interrupted you from your thoughts. You turned to see Jasmine and Anthony walking out, biting your lip. “Is Daveed nearly done?” You asked, biting your lip anxiously.

“No hello?” Jasmine asked, pouting slightly. You rolled your eyes. “I’ve been waiting for him for nearly two hours now. I want to get home,” You stated, giving Jasmine a quick hug.

“How come they haven’t let you in?” Anthony asked, crossing his arms against his chest. You shrugged. “Security risk, apparently. Or maybe I look too much like a fan.” Both Anthony and Jasmine laughed.

“Well, the door’s still open. Just head in, he’s in the dressing room,” Anthony stated. You smiled. “Thanks Anthony, I’ll see you guys soon.”

You waved goodbye to your friends, nodding at the security guard and going to the dressing room. You smiled when catching sight of Daveed’s hair. “Babe!” You exclaimed, smiling wider than before. Daveed smiled back, opening his arms. You moved towards him quickly, squealing when he lifted you up in the air.

“It’s the circle of life!” He sang loudly, laughing.

You pouted. “Put me down!”

Daveed continued to sing, slowly putting you down when you began to sulk. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to have some fun,” Daveed said, pouting slightly. You turned your head away, ignoring him. “It’s just, you’re so cute and short.”

“Really?” You asked, turning and giving him a look. Daveed smirked, pulling you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry,” He repeated quietly, starting to play with your hair.

“It’s fine. But if you ever do that again, you’ll be lion on the cold, hard ground.”

Ok I’m reposting this in the hopes that tumblr is behaving itself. Also because @arwenthemuse called me out for deleting it XD

Prompt from the original post:

Here you go! thank you for giving me something to doodle in the air port when my flight was delayed!

Also the out door event in my mind is the Fletchlings in a carol quire. Because AAU is one big happy family and I needed Serena to hold something in her hand so Bernie could read it over her shoulder.

Percival Graves Relationship Headcanons

[ It’s been forever since I posted something, and I’m Graves trash rn. So here ya go ]


•Graves is a very calm and collected man, but that all changes when you’re alone:
• Since you’re in charge of organizing the president’s day, you don’t have that much to do after lunch. So, you tend to sit with Percival and help when needed.
• There are times when neither of you are busy and you’re allotted time was up hours ago. He completely changes.
• His jacket is neatly over his chair, his sleeves rolled up, and his vest unbuttoned.
• It’s when he runs his fingers through his hair when the mood changes. He’s so collected and stern most of the time that you somehow forget these moments, but that is far from your mind when his eyes meet yours.
• Needless to say you’ve used his office for things besides work multiple times.

•He’s very protective:
• Whether it be at work or a night out, Percival is really protective. It’s not because he thinks you’re weak, he just cares a lot.
• At work he’ll always keep an eye on you– which you find endearing, most of the time.
• Sometimes his gaze is hard, and sometimes it makes you weak in the knees.
• You insist you don’t need him to watch you like a hawk, and he is busy enough without worry about you. He always responds with a lingering kiss on the lips.
• When you go out for dinner or to see a movie he’s got his arm around you. Or some other form of contact.
• He’s not big on PDA, so it’s usually something small.
• Like a touch to your lower back, his arm around your waist, or an arm around the back of your chair.
• You’re very attractive, and people like to gaze. Which, nevertheless, makes Graves pull you closer and look whoever it was in the eye.

•When you’re at his place he’s very touchy:
• It took a while for him to get used to so much affection, but once he was he couldn’t get enough.
• He’ll pull you onto his lap and wrap his arms around you.
• Or he’ll wrap his arms around you when you’re standing in the kitchen and press soft kisses to exposed skin.
• He lays his head in your lap when he’s really stressed.
• He’ll send you home when he’s got a ton to do, and you’ll slip into his apartment and play soft jazz. When he gets home, you’ve made tea, and you’re gently swaying to the music. He’ll wrap his arms around your waist and sway with you.

•When he’s at your place he’s lively:
• He tends to be a lot more energetic and smiley when he’s at your place. Whether it be the colors or just a change of setting, you don’t know.
• You taught him how to dance (really dance not the formal dances he learned in school)
• Since then he loves dancing with you.
• By the end you’re both laughing and smiling, and he’ll bend down to kiss you.
• He can’t get enough of your lips, but he has enough self-control to stop it short.
• You’re usually the one to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for another.

Peppermint Mocha

Hiiii! It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on here! I think I’m gonna put The One Where He Loves Her on hold because I have no idea how I want it to go or how I should start off from where I left off. I don’t know, send me ideas if you have any.

Anyway, here’s a little something for Christmas. I wrote this in one sitting, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. I don’t have time to proofread it.

Enjoy!

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All Y/n needed was a ride back to Los Angeles. At this point, she didn’t care how. It was December 23rd and she’d promised her family she would be home for Christmas Eve. Clearly, that was not happening.

“Oh, please, sir! It’s just *one* seat for *one* woman. Isn’t there anything you can do?” She begged the ticketing agent at the Heathrow airport.

“I’m sorry, miss, but it says here that all the seats are taken,” the man pointed at the computer screen in front of him, “but there is another plane leaving in four hours. There’s two seats left. Would you like one?”

“Yes! Please!”

“Great! That’ll be £6,750.”

“What? But the one that leaves in 20 minutes is just £2,500!” She nearly yelled.

“I’m sorry, but that’s all we have.”

This would be the third time Y/n would miss her chance to visit her family. Either she couldn’t get off work or simply just couldn’t afford a flight. This year, however, she tried to persuade her boss into allowing her to go on a holiday break. After a long speech —to which she had spent hours the night before trying to perfect— Victoria, her boss, had finally agreed to say yes if Y/n worked until the 23rd.

Now, here she was, trying to buy a ticket on the 23rd of December. Just three days before Christmas. She had realized then that she should’ve purchased the ticket online weeks ago. At least then she would have had a better chance of getting a seat.

After being told that there was no more room on the plane, for what felt like the tenth time, Y/n gave up trying and sat back on a row of uncomfortable chairs. She sank into the chair, fighting the urge to cry out of frustration and causing a scene.

Y/n dropped her head in her hands and bit back a few tears.

The next step is the worst. She would actually have to call her parents and telling them that, yet again, she wouldn’t make it home for the holidays for the third time in a row.

Y/n sighed, straightening out her back. She fished her phone out of her small purse and called the number the she had been dreading to bring bad news to. She pressed the phone to her ear and tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for someone to reach the phone.

“Hello?” A warm voice answered.

“Mommy, I’m not gonna make.” Y/n ran her free hand through her hair.

“Again?” Her mother asked disappointedly.

“I’m really sorry, but they just ran out of tickets for the flight.”

“Y/n, this is the third time you’re missing Christmas! Everyone was so excited for you to come!”

“I was excited, too! I *really* wanted to be there with all of you! I miss you…” Y/n allowed the tears to flow.

“I miss you, too, lovely, we all do.”

As she ignored the people surrounding her, Y/n let out a quiet sob. “I haven’t seen you in three years.” She said as she felt some sit in the only empty seat next to her.

“Don’t cry, honey.” Her mom said, letting out a whimper. “I promise we’ll all save up for you to come next year.”

“Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby. Bye.”

“Bye.” Y/n said softly as the call came to an end.

As Y/n contemplated if she was ready to stand up and leave, she left the person next to her shuffle in their seat and carefully tap her shoulder. She wiped her tears and sniffled before looking at the man beside her.

“Are you okay?” He asked, slightly worried about the crying woman beside him.

“I mean, if you call losing my chance to see my family for the first time in three years okay… then, yes. I am okay.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. My parents, sister, and her family are all in Los Angeles for Christmas and I was supposed to be there with them, but the couple in front of me got the last two tickets they had.” The concerned stranger shared with her.

She wasn’t going to lie, hearing that someone else wasn’t seeing them family on this glorious holiday made her feel a tiny bit better. She broke out a small sympathy smile and relaxed a bit.

“I’m sorry about that too.” Y/n sniffled for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“My name’s Harry, by the way.” He moved into an awkward position in his seat and stuck his hand out for her to shake.

“I’m Y/n.” She shook his hand slowly.

“I really hope this doesn’t sound creepy, but would you like to get some coffee with me? There’s a small cafe in here and I’m not busy at the moment. S'on me.” Harry hoped she’d say yes.

Now that he’d gotten to see her face properly, he thought she was incredibly beautiful — tears and all. It didn’t help that she was crying, too. It made him want to make her feel better. It had also seemed like she didn’t know who he was. It was perfect.

Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loved his career and most of the things that came with it, but, sometimes, he just wanted to be normal and take a beautiful girl out coffee without cameramen following him around or people asking him to take pictures with him.

“Um, sure. You’re not going to kidnap me and kill me, are you?” She asked jokingly.

“Of course not,” Harry laughed, “there’s too many security guards in here.” He stood up.

Y/n giggled at that and stood up with him. “Alright, lead the way.”

They both arrived after a short walk to the cafe. Harry was oddly excited about having coffee with this girl. He had only just met her, but, by what she had told him about herself on the way there, she cute, funny, and kind. For example, when Harry asked her if she wanted him to carry her bag, she kindly declined and proceeded to ask him the appropriate amount of questions about himself.

“What would you fancy?” He asked her as they both looked up at the the menu board.

“A peppermint mocha, please.”

Harry nodded in acknowledgement and waited for the person in front of them to finish. He looked at Y/n and noticed she had a slight frown on her face.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just a little sad that I’m not seeing my family this year.” She answered.

As she talked, Harry noticed a younger boy behind Y/n quickly snapping a picture of the two of them. He refrained from rolling his eyes as to not appear rude to Y/n. He simply placed his hand shoulder and gave her a sympathetic look that was interrupted by the barista. The person in front of them had finished and it was now their turn to order.

“I’ll have two peppermint mochas, please.” Harry told the barista.

Y/n to get her wallet in her purse, but by the time she’d reached it, Harry had already swiped his credit card.

“Here,” Y/n handed him a £5 when they found a place to sit.

“What? No, no. Keep it. Said it was on me, didn’t I?” He said, pushing her hand away as he sat down.

“Are you sure?” She asked, uneasy.

Harry nodded in response.

“I talked quite a bit about myself on the way here, do you mind telling me about yourself?” Y/n asked.

“Sure,” he bit the inside of his cheek, “uh, I own a library downtown.” He lied.

“Oh, that’s interesting,” Y/n smiled, “ I love libraries. They’re so calming and have such a lovely smell.”

It had been almost 3 hours since Y/n and Harry had started talking in the coffee shop inside the airport. Everything had been running smoothly. Harry had been making lies about himself.

Harry had gotten to know Y/n pretty good. She was 23 years old, she worked as an assistant to a CEO of a quickly rising company, her favorite color was rosewood, she had a small Maltese puppy named “Tybalt”, and she came from Los Ángeles when she was 18 for college —which she finished last year— and decided to stay when she was offered a job. He also learned that through the whole five years she’d been living there, she had only had three close friends due to her inability of trusting others.

Y/n thought she knew Harry. According to what he told her, he was 23 years old, owned a library in downtown London, he had sister named Gemma who was married and had a 2 year old daughter, he had three best friends who worked in the same street as him, and he was from Holmes Chapel —which Y/n had learned was up north— and came to London when he turned 20. He’d gotten his first job in London at the same library he owned now.

Y/n had thought all of this was true until someone came and made her believe otherwise.

The young, shy and very excited girl coming towards Y/n and Harry’s table in the corner was not making Y/n very comfortable to say the least.

“Em, hi… can I get a with you?” Y/n could only assumed she was asking Harry.

But why would someone want to take a picture with him? Sure, he was extremely good looking, but would someone really go up to a hot stranger and ask for a picture?

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows slightly in confusion when she saw Harry stand up and take a picture with the girl. She almost steamed I delight when Harry hugged her and afterwards told her that it was lovely meeting her and to have a good rest of her day.

Y/n gave Harry a “what-the-hell-was-that” look when he sat down.

Harry sighed deeply. “I… I lied.”

Y/n was still very confused. She remained with her brows furrowed and began to tilt her head slightly.

“I’m not who I said I was.” He looked down. “I don’t own a library and none of what I told you about me is true.”

“I don’t know what to say… Who are you? Why did that girl ask you for a picture?” She asked him, standing up.

“My name is Harry Styles and was in a boyband… One Direction. I sing on my own now.” He had only now. Begin to feel ashamed of himself. He didn’t even understand why he had lied about who he was. He should have just told her who he really was.

“Why did you lie to me?” She asked calmly, grabbing her things.

“Are you leaving?” Harry asked, standing up with her.

“Why did you lie to me?” She repeated, this time her voice cracked.

“I’m not sure why I did it. I know I shouldn’t have lied to you from the start, but I just thought you wouldn’t like the real me.” Harry stood in front of her and blocked her way out.

“That’s stupid and you shouldn’t had lied to me. Even after I just told you that I have trusting issues. Now, will you please excuse me? It’s getting late and I should really go home.”

“Let me make it up to you. Today I noticed what an incredibly kind person and I would hate to be the reason you’re unhappy.”

“I don’t know…” She said unsure.

“Please, I’ll take you on a proper date.”

“A date? I’ve only known you for a few hours.”

Harry stayed silent for a bit. “Yeah, a date.”